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

Chapter 229: Northern King? Trapped?

The night wind blows around me.

Alan held the door open and turned around.

The feeling flowed through the entire hotel along with the sight, and the hotel was like a shy girl taking off all her clothes.

Its size, weight, depth and capacity were clearly presented to Alan's senses.

Still one layer.

There are still eleven guest rooms.

There were two fewer breaths.

One is yours.

The other one is for entertaining.

Sylphy, Alice, Izuruti, and Rudy were still sleeping soundly.

Alan narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

Everything went 'according to plan', which was fine, that's it.

They are still young. If they were in their previous lives, they would have been young girls.
It's better for them not to know.

Well, as for Rudy, in some aspects he is not as good as the young girl.

Allen smiled.

As his smile spread, "persuasion" disappeared.

Only three minutes had passed from the time Alan greeted the waiter.

The Sword God School is extremely sharp, the Water God School is cautious before taking action, and the North God School plans ahead.

Allen has it all.

Thus, he broke an ambush and killed a senior Water Saint by prying open some of the enemy's arrangements.

It should be that simple.

The wind blew, and Alan's mouth corners raised, and his voice floated in front of the hotel door with the night wind.

Quiet and leisurely.

"Did I let you go?"

Get into someone's ear.

Alan glanced to his side.

Even though the lights in the hotel were off, the moonlight still covered the streets like a veil, and the candlelight from the pub in the distance still provided ambient lighting.

I saw it not far from his side.

For nearly two hours, the drunkard who frequently went to the tavern and hotel was stiff all over, tiptoeing and silently retreating. But after hearing what Alan said, he shuddered suddenly and stopped where he was.

I dare not move again.

Alan slowly closed the door of the hotel and casually flicked the wooden sign on the door handle.

The wooden sign swayed, flipped, and rocked in the night wind.

——The room is full.

This is to prevent some adventurers from entering villages and towns late at night, coming to the inn and disturbing everyone's sleep.

However, judging from the current situation, after the bandits' group 'cleared the area', they should have set up roadblocks on all the main roads except the road they came from.

Maybe it's a pile of rubble, or a few trees blocking the road.

Or a few dead bodies.

After all, they only need to consider one night's ambush and won't care about the follow-up.

Alan turned around and walked slowly to the drunkard. When he saw the drunkard's messy face covered with dirt, he was not surprised at all.

She casually grabbed his neck.

She was extremely intimate, holding him and walking to her side, and began to circle the hotel, scanning the surroundings with her sense flow, and finally confirming the safety of the area around the hotel.

Because, this is an 'acquaintance'.

He kept talking.

"meet again."

".", the drunk man remained silent with a tense expression.

Alan turned his head to look at the drunk's expression and smiled.

"Do you remember what I told you in Weiting? Are you still hoping for the best?"

Beside Alan, the faint moonlight shone on the drunk man's face, which looked very frightened and terrified.

——He was the guard at the entrance of Whiting. He was the figure galloping past when Allen and his companions were leaving Roya by car.

Seeing that the guard didn't respond, Alan narrowed his eyes and continued.

"Do you know what went wrong with you? Your reaction in Whiting was indeed reasonable."

"The problem is that it's too reasonable. Just like a student who cheats and is caught by the teacher, he must make up for it immediately. Your attitude is too respectful and too deliberate. As a guard of Weidin, how can you judge that the identities of Alice and I are worthy of you standing at attention with just one glance?"

"You were simply anxious to distance yourself from the thieves, which affected your judgment."

"You were originally there as James's spy to monitor the thieves' group. If your identity was not exposed, but you were picked out by mistake because you were close to the thieves, it would be too aggrieved, so you immediately became anxious."

Alan leaned in closer and whispered slowly.

"I said that, right?"

The guard was sweating profusely, and the sweat was running down his dirty cheeks. He was trembling and unable to speak, and Alan's voice came into his ears again.

"But I don't intend to embarrass you. After all, this is your job. You are the guard of Weiting, so you have your own difficulties. In the eyes of Sauros, you may even be considered half of his own people. At most, James is a little too long-handed."

"So, I gave you a piece of advice, but now it seems that you didn't listen to it?"

The guard's breathing hitched and he felt his legs getting cold.

Why did the bandits let him serve as a scout at the door?
Because he had seen Alan with his own eyes.

Why was he hesitant in delivering the message? And why did he repeatedly agree with the judgment of the mustache water saint in the hotel to try to stop the people in the tavern? And now his legs are shaking so much that he can't even stand steadily?
Because he had seen with his own eyes the terrifying expressiveness of Alan's 'Light Sword', the scene where the cross-sections of the legs were spread out layer by layer on the ground.

but.

This was what Allen had deliberately cut for him to see.

It is both a deterrent and an admonition.

Alan's voice continued.

"Oh? Forgot?"

“I don’t dare”

Alan smiled and patted his face with his hand on his shoulder, just as Whiting had helped him adjust his hat before.

"Don't dare? I think you dare. Too much."

"I gave you two chances. The first time, I told you to do what you should do and not do what you shouldn't do, and you answered me, 'I understand.' The second time, I glanced at you as you ran past the carriage, just to tell you clearly that I saw everything you did. But..."

"You remained indifferent and even participated in planning this ambush?"

"how dare you?"

"Persuasion" has long been ineffective, but for the guards, it makes no difference whether they are "persuaded" or not.

This is Alan's 'torture'.

There are many different forms of torture, but the core is to break through the psychological defenses of the person being interrogated.

At this point, what psychological defenses do the guards still have?
Then, fear is the best medicine for speaking.

"Me! I have my reasons!"

"stop."

The guard immediately shut up and looked at Alan beside him in surprise.

"I don't want to hear your boring excuses and difficulties. Now, tell me, are the other people who were ambushed and killed in the tavern?"

"Yes"

"What message did the mustache give you?"

"He said you are stronger than the intelligence gave. Something is not right. And according to the nobles' habits, he suggested to implement a plan of catching you all in one fell swoop. After you have done what you should do, he will take advantage of your distraction and kill you with drugs."

"But the plan failed. He said that you are more decent and upright than he thought, and your attainments in the Water God School are even more advanced than he thought. However, he cannot tell whether you are bluffing or not. To be on the safe side, he can only take a safe approach."

Alan was like a human radar, scanning the area around the hotel with his senses to clear mines. After eliminating some possible assassination plots, he couldn't help but smile when he heard the guard's words that matched his own feelings.

“What’s the next plan?”

"Give them a drug. Then burn them with fire. If they sleep too deeply, they will be burned to charcoal. If someone wakes up and jumps out of the window, you will squat under the window and kill them if you see them. He said that the Sword God Style's Light Sword requires high stability of the lower body and has a fixed starting position. In the panic of an unexpected fire, if you choose to jump out of the window, your center of gravity will be unstable for at least a few seconds. This is the best time to kill them. It's not my idea! It's Sarco's!

But most people in the tavern think that this is not enough. They can't taste any other benefits, and even oppose Sarco's proposal."

"Ho ho."

Alan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He bent over and reached out to touch the back of the guard's neck, as if he was touching a dog.

"Thieves are thieves, a bunch of unpresentable people. The decision not to set up an ambush directly in the hotel was rational, because they were worried that the ambush would turn into a direct conflict, and the advantage of being in the dark would be wasted. They were cautious. But now that they have drunk a little, they think that's enough? They can't control their dicks and even want to deliberately let it go?" "Believe it or not, you didn't have a chance to let it go?"

"Do you really think that I am just a sword master? Is he worthy of being supported by only the Northern King?"

The guard suddenly became excited.

"Believe! Believe!! He doesn't deserve it! That old man who can only agree with you doesn't look any stronger than you! The others are just a mob, no different from those thieves in Weiting!"

Alan narrowed his eyes.

"Oh? Tell us more?"

The guard was stunned, and a look of joy broke out on his face.

"I can't explain it! But it feels very different! That's why I stopped those people from Night Lion, but damn them, a bunch of vulgar people, they actually dared to kick me, dared to kick me?! They don't understand at all! They don't understand at all!

An entire arm and two legs, all made of slices of meat, so thin that you can't even see the knife's movements. Northern King? What the hell is this Northern King? He just sits there motionless. Who the hell knows what he is like?
Sir, please let me go. I will never...

Having said this, Alan suddenly stopped laughing.

She turned to look at him, interrupting his plea for mercy after his flattery.

The eyes are sincere.

"Don't believe me, I lied to you."

The guard looked stunned and totally at a loss.

At this point, the two had already circled the tavern and walked back to where they came from. Alan tilted his head and looked towards the tavern.

The windows were brightly lit, with no human silhouettes.

"Is there no one in the tavern watching outside?"

The guard spoke in a daze.

"No. The Northern King said that he would handle you no matter what, and told the others to just relax. So these guys have been drinking since just now."

"Oh, a good combination of work and rest."

At this moment, the guard seemed to wake up. He quickly glanced at the already dark hotel and spoke immediately.

"No! It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if you are not strong enough, you can leave now, I will hold them back, it will be enough time for you to leave before four o'clock!"

Alan blinked, looked at the guard in surprise, and laughed.

"leave?"

The guard gnashed his teeth and spoke in a firm tone.

"Correct!"

"why?"

The guard was anxious, "Why don't you leave? You should have dealt with Sarko, so no one can stop you."

It was indeed interrupted by Alan.

"Courtesy is about reciprocity. If reciprocity is not reciprocated, it is not courtesy."

The guard was stunned, staring at Alan's face, listening to these somewhat confusing words with a confused expression, as if he didn't know what he wanted to say.

The latter just put his arms around his neck, with a hint of boyish shyness in his smile, and scratched his face with his hand.

"This is a common saying from my hometown. I translated it directly, so you may not understand it. In short, it means..."

"If I leave"

As he spoke, moonlight fell from the sky.

A white light flashed before Allen's eyes, accompanied by the humming sound of a blade being unsheathed! It went straight towards Allen's neck!

The latter's hand that was scratching his face had just fallen, and the embarrassed expression on his face had not completely disappeared. He just shook the back of his hand and knocked away the sharp dagger that the guard suddenly handed out from his arms, as if he was playing with a child.

He turned his wrist and grabbed the other person's wrist easily.

Push your arm, and there will be a puff.

The dagger was thrust into the guard's neck with ease.

In the guard's suddenly widened eyes, the smile in his eyes that was looking at him was colder than the moonlight in the middle of the night.

"Then who will kill you?"

-

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The tavern was very lively late at night. A group of men wearing various standard armors commonly seen by adventurers, each holding their own wine glasses, gathered around a round table with excited faces.

In front of the table, two men were having a passionate confrontation.

Veins bulged and morale was high.

I saw the two men's swords held in front of each other, hitting each other, making a crackling, ear-piercing friction sound.

On the table next to the two of them were two full glasses of wine.

——A rather simple drinking table game popular among thieves.

Sword wrestling.

Whoever successfully places the blade on the opponent's neck first wins and can drink the wine on the table.

Then win the bet.

As for the content of the bet.
The surging fighting spirit suddenly exploded! The cups on the table were shaking left and right, and the wine in the cups was rippling.

The joint of the sword blade suddenly pressed to the left, "The brat in the lord's house is mine! I haven't tasted this noble red-haired girl yet, why should I give it to you, fuck you?"

He was pushed back again, "Fuck you! Your mother is still mine! Why don't you give way to me?"

"Hahaha!"

The thieves huddled together, laughing and joking, it was quite lively. Under the influence of alcohol, everyone was "very proud".

This vote.

1000 gold coins.

It’s basically free!
Originally, when everyone heard that they were going to ambush and kill the ruthless man who single-handedly overthrew the Rigate stronghold, they were very worried.

But unexpectedly, there was a sudden turn of events! The Night Lion boss actually hired a Northern King!
With the Northern King in charge, even if that noble boy mastered the Sword of Light and even if the Water God Style reached the Saint level.

So what? Sarko, who came from the Night Lion boss, was just a ink stain, and he still asked for the stability of a hanging hair.

The lord's eldest daughter is no longer wanted? If this thing is given out of the land of disputes, it can be sold at a good price on the market.

You can let everyone play with it before selling it.

I really don't understand how this guy with a moustache can be so fussy.

Fortunately, the King of the North spoke.

Let everyone choose the ownership of the lord's eldest daughter on their own, and he will handle the rest.

Oh! That’s right! You see! Outsiders understand this!
Sarko is a real son of a bitch.

Amidst all sorts of mixed thoughts, two thieves turned their heads and looked towards the bar counter of the tavern behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and a figure sat in front of the bar.

The wine on the table remained untouched.

He was not wearing armor, but a hunting suit with peak lapels, a style similar to that of an aristocrat, and a leather scabbard with a blade hanging from his waist.

Her hair was neatly combed back and her demeanor was relaxed.

Next to the deep nasolabial folds on his face, there is a long knife scar running through his entire cheek.

He was lowering his head and carefully wiping the knife in his hand.

The aristocratic attitude of playing by the rules and the appearance of a swordsman from a humble background, really gave these thieves a brain orgasm.

Reliable 'big shot'.

It’s really exquisite.

The two thieves smiled at each other, then turned around and continued to cheer for their companions in front of the table.

I heard that the eldest daughter of the lord's family is also a swordsman?
Wow, that’s powerful!

In front of the bar, the middle-aged man glanced at the thieves who were gathered together not far away with a smile on his face.

He was at the edge of the bar, at the innermost part of the pub.

The thieves were on the outside of the tavern.

The door of the tavern, a crowd of thieves, and a man in front of the bar.

They support each other.

The pub is not big, so the distance between the three is small.

They are all within the range that you can reach with just one step and swing your sword.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you are at the king level.

(End of this chapter)