Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 228 The Night is Peaceful
Perhaps for romantic reasons, the two luxurious main king-size rooms are separated by only a wall.

After all, the combined state of joy and competition that comes from shouting like this will make some people with a strong sense of competitiveness feel the top level of pleasure of ten people working together.

That's what Rudy speculated.

The time has come to 3:20 in the morning.

One hour and fifty minutes had passed since the few people entered the room. Alan leaned on the edge of the windowsill and tilted his head to look out the window.

The pub next to the hotel was still brightly lit.

He glanced sideways at Rudy who was already asleep, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

During this period, the sensory flow still faithfully provides its users with detailed, dense, and ever-changing environmental information without reservation.

It was like a red-hot iron rod, thrusting in and out of Allen's brain.

Very gentle.

A dull headache continued to invade Alan's brain, but he still kept the flow of sensations open and did not stop.

Judging from the comprehensive information he has obtained from entering the village until now, it is extremely necessary to keep the sense flow open. Admittedly, he can share all the information he has obtained with his friends in advance, but if the evidence is not conclusive, it will only add to everyone's troubles and make people panic.

No need.

And, most importantly.

Motalit.

At this point, all unexpected events are still under his complete control.

The information in the mind moves backwards and forwards.

1:40
——Everyone said good night to each other and entered the room.

1:50
——There was a rustling sound of people taking off clothes coming from next door. The outrageous thing was that Alan could even tell who was taking off clothes by the sound.

With a rustle, the skirt was pulled down, thrown aside, and then with a rustle, the pajamas were put on again - this was Alice.

The subtle sound of fabric rubbing against each other, the unique vibration of the collar being caught by the ear, the way she moves lightly and cautiously - this is Sylphy.

The sound of quickly taking off clothes, changing into pajamas, and then folding the clothes carefully - this is Isa Luti.

Alan weakened his perception of this information and focused on the counter outside the corridor.

The waiter with a mustache seemed to be pacing back and forth at the counter, looking a little bored.

Also, there is the extremely obscure sound of writing.

1:55
——Alice's excited shouts were very loud and high-pitched, and from time to time, she could hear "Really?" / The Water God Style Dojo is so powerful!", accompanied by Izuruti's hand-covered smile and Sylphy's "Don't be so loud, Alice", and the noises of the few people could even be heard through the door to Alan's room.

It doesn't make any sense whether you accept the flow of feelings or not.

From Rudy's surprised expression, you can tell that Alice is really happy.

2:00
——After being happy for five minutes, Alice fell asleep.

The next door suddenly became quiet, with only the faintest whispers. Alan once again weakened the part of his perception that was unconsciously attracted by Alice's loud voice just now, and focused his attention on the side of the corridor near the counter. At the same time.
Through the gap in the curtains, he saw the drunk man outside the pub next door staggering towards the pub.

2:10
——Rudy came over to Allen awkwardly to thank him, saying that it was only like this on the first day and he would adapt as soon as possible after arriving in the capital. Allen laughed and punched him, blowing out the candle.

From the counter, one could hear the waiter cursing at the drunk and asking for more wine.

Some are obvious.

2:20
——After a day of traveling, Rudy was also exhausted and fell asleep quickly. However, as if to prove his innocence, he did not choose to take out the pajamas in the suitcase and change into them.

Outside the curtain, the drunk man returned to the door of the tavern carrying a bottle of wine. He drank the wine in the bottle in a few sips. He seemed to be hesitant and walked around the door for a long time before entering the tavern.

Soon he was blasted out again.

2:30
——Alan resumed his information acquisition from next door, and the whispering had stopped.

Both of them were breathing steadily, and some of them were still awake.

2:40
——Someone got up next door, as if he had not slept well, and walked around quietly in the bedroom. From the sound of his footsteps, Alan deduced that the other person was Isaruti.

After a while, he returned to bed and fell asleep.

2:50
——The drunk man stood up from the ground, seemed to be much sober, and walked towards the hotel.

Next door, the three of them were breathing steadily and everyone was asleep.

2:55
——There was a whisper at the counter, and as the door was quietly closed, the whisper disappeared within the range of the sensory flow.

3:00
The noise in the pub also stopped.

Just as the drunk returned to the door of the tavern, several people walked out and were grabbed by the legs by the drunk lying at the door.

A beating.

The drunk went back cursing and lay flat on his back on the ground.

3:10
The pub became noisy again, even worse than that. The drunk outside the door stood up and sat on the ground, looking towards the hotel.

3:20
Rudy, Sylphy, Alice, and Izoloti's breathing became more and more stable. The door of the tavern opened, and the drunk man seemed to be frightened and moved reluctantly towards the hotel.

at this time.

now.

Alan smiled and covered the curtains.

With a click, he loosened his stiff neck.

He walked silently in the guest room, passed the table, picked up the knife in his hand, opened the door silently, and walked out of the bedroom.

Turning around, my sight and senses flowed through the corridor like water, surging forward.

The end of the 'sensational flow'.

A waiter with a moustache who was constantly pulling at it stood in front of the counter.

He saw Alan, dressed neatly, walk out of the guest room. His body suddenly paused, his face was obviously surprised for a moment, but then he frowned, folded his arms across his chest, and began to wander around in front of the front desk casually.

It seems like he is on night patrol.

Alan smiled, walked out of the room, used the flow of secrets to press the door lock, and silently closed the door behind him.

He took a step, using the technique of the quadrupedal form, and walked through the corridor at a very fast speed.

He walked to the front desk without making any noise.

The waiter raised his eyebrows and looked at him, about to speak.

"Shhh."

Alan raised his finger to his lips and began to "persuade".

"Everyone is asleep, be quiet."

The man with the mustache looked stunned for a moment, then he subconsciously lowered his voice, leaned back against the counter and asked in a relaxed manner.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? What's wrong? You're not satisfied with what you have around you. Do you want to go to the tavern and find some game to try?"

"Are you afraid because I am somewhat different from what you described in the intelligence? Or is it because my Water God Flux Flow Secret Technique is completely beyond your expectations? Or is it because Isa Luti is also a powerful swordsman who exceeds your expectations?"

The mustache man's pupils suddenly contracted, but his face showed a confused expression.

"What are you talking about? Are you from the Water God School? What does that have to do with me? What nonsense is that?"

Alan had already walked over, with the man with a mustache leaning against the counter while he was facing it, and the two of them stood side by side, standing level with each other.

As the mustache man turned his head suddenly, Alan reached over the counter and picked up a piece of white letter paper that had been torn off the table. He held it in his hand and looked at it while smiling.

"What message did you send to the tavern? It seems that they are not very happy over there? Why don't you take action now? Why don't you wait until the darkest night before dawn? Wait until we are all asleep to act cautiously?"

The rapid-fire questions hardly gave the other party a chance to breathe.

The man with a mustache was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but Alan shushed him.

His face twitched for a moment, and realizing that the situation was out of control, he finally twisted his face and reached for the hilt of the knife under his clothes at his waist!
With a clang sound!
The knife is unsheathed.

But only half of it came out.

The mustache man had not yet fully pulled out the blade.

He lowered his head in a daze.

Alan put his hand on the hilt of his knife and at the same time, leaned over and approached his face very slowly.

"You are from the Water God School. Judging from your sword-drawing speed and your familiarity with the 'interception' technique, you should be at the Saint level. You are good at information analysis and are the brains behind this raid, responsible for planning it."

"Someone has passed you the news of clearing Motalit in advance, but because it was too hasty, many things were not appropriate."

"Overall, the flaws do not outweigh the merits." After a few 'comments', Alan had already moved close to his face and looked into his trembling pupils.

"I could have avoided alerting the enemy, but I did that just now to guide you to make a choice between the two."

"First, the desperate dog jumped over the wall and launched a hasty attack. The advantage is that I can sleep a little longer after I deal with you. The disadvantage is that it will take some time to appease my companions, and they may even be unable to sleep all night."

"Second, delay the attack and choose the perfect time. In this way, I can wait until they are all asleep before taking action. The downside is that I will be a little tired, but the upside is that they can get a good night's sleep."

As he spoke, Alan pressed the opponent's unsheathed blade back into the scabbard inch by inch.

With a click, the Chunmoliang blade was sheathed.

Allen even had time to use the flow secret to ease the impact of the sword entering the sheath. The movement of the steel sword entering the sheath was as light as the sound of a glass of wine hitting a glass.
charming.

Alan had moved closer to the face opposite him, and their faces were very close.

With full intimacy.

The words were not charming at all, but instead turned this intimacy into outright aggression.

Completely piercing the opponent's 'safe distance' set as the Water God Style.

The voices were dense and non-stop.

"So, as fellow Water Gods, based on your analysis of my words, what do you think..."

"Which one would I prefer you to choose? At this moment."

"Are you following the path I arranged for you?"

Under the "persuasion", the man with a mustache sweated profusely, and the sweat dripped onto the ground.

Alan leaned close to the other person's ear.

"Didn't you act very calm just now? You looked like you were sure of victory the whole time? Why? As an old Water Sage, you look down on me? Do you think that all my bullshit titles were earned by relying on my noble status? You are in the dark, I am in the light, you will definitely win?"

"Then I want to ask you, you and I are both water gods."

"Why do you think I don't have the ability to analyze information?"

“Who gave you the confidence to despise me?”

"Who gave you the confidence to ambush and kill me?"

With the sound of crackling, the man with a mustache tried his best to pull out the blade. The fighting spirit exploded in front of the two men, blowing their hair.

Allen looked calm, combining facts to continue explaining the 'crisis', and crushed the mustache man's psychological defenses with his skilled Beishenliu 'skills'.

"Is it just because you are a few years older than me?"

"Then you draw your sword?"

"Sui Shenliu, all the techniques are based on defense and counterattack. If you can't even defend and can't draw your sword, how can you counterattack?"

"You're playing chess with me with this strength?"

"Are you worthy enough to sit at the table?"

"You dare to sit on the table?"

The man with a mustache stared with wide eyes, looking down at the knife at Alan's waist.

The latter just continued talking in the mustache's ear with a smile.

"Don't just look at my sword. I noticed you were looking at my sword just now. The problem is that even if I don't draw my sword, you have no chance of winning."

"but."

"I can give you a chance."

As he spoke, the man with a mustache felt the force on his hands suddenly loosen, and he was stunned.

Allen's words and actions that hinted at peace made him dazed for a moment.

At the same time, Alan's rather friendly but extremely fast voice came to his ears.

"The news came hastily today, and preparations in all aspects are not perfect, especially in terms of hard power, so this will not be the first attack. Where will it be next time?"

The mustache man's mind was still on his wrist which had suddenly relaxed. It only took him one second to go from great sorrow to great joy. He was just about to draw his knife, and just as his mind was concentrating on the current action and his attention was distracted, the emotion of "persuasion" pulled him forward.

I subconsciously said the first thing that came to my mind.

"It's not perfect because it shouldn't have happened! It just so happens that the Northern King is nearby, so let's try it once to find out if it's really as bizarre as the legend says. Even if it doesn't work, we can try it again in the future."

Halfway through his words, he looked up in surprise, still mumbling.

".city."

Alan tilted his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Oh? King of the North?"

The mustache man's pupils shrank into needles and he swung his hand to draw his sword.

The next moment, Alan pressed the handle of the knife and pushed it back into the scabbard. This time, he was even more unable to resist than before.

The mustache boy realized that Alan had just held back! He opened his mouth and wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

The wind is coming.

Alan's free hand quickly grabbed his throat!

"Don't scream."

The man with a mustache couldn't make a sound and struggled violently, but the surge of Flow Ability used his own strength to pin him firmly to the ground.

The arm moves forward slowly.

Keep pushing back.

Never stop.

The neck is tilted back.

The gaze is moving upwards.

It brushed across Alan's chin, across his blowing hair, across the old chandelier above his head that had no candles, and then
"Snapped."

Pass the door behind you.

However, what was reflected in the wide-open eyes was just a reflection.

His head was turned 180 degrees.

Alan held the body of the man with a mustache, as if he were supporting a drunk old friend, and moved him behind the counter while the latter's head was shaking from side to side.

He placed his hand over the glaring eyes.

Alan turned and blew out the candle by the counter.

Darkness suddenly descended upon the area around the foreground.

Silence also comes with it.

Night at the hotel.

Finally became peaceful.

"Go to sleep."

He moved his hands away and the mustache man closed his eyes.

Alan shook his sore hands.

Turning his head, he looked through the window at the tavern in the distance at night.

The pub was clearly very close to the hotel, but perhaps because of the night, it felt so far away.

Alan smiled, the brightly lit tavern's architectural regulations burning into the surface of his eyeballs.

The mist swayed in the dark gray pupils.

"Isn't the mountain me?"

He turned around, took a step forward, and pushed open the door of the hotel.

The night wind blows across my face, blowing away my voice.

"Then I'll come to the mountain."

(End of this chapter)