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

Chapter 309: Have you learned it?

It's Pirlemon.

The current head of Notos was confused for a while after being influenced by Allen's [Persuasion]. Finally, he spent a lot of time suppressing his emotions and left the gym.

He even refused to respond to the earnest advances of the nobles around him, and hurriedly led his guards to the gate of the dojo.

Looking at this scene, Alan smiled, showing a look of relaxation for the first time since arriving in the royal capital.

Then his face became serious.

"If you do something like helping someone deliberately, it will be a disadvantage."

"Your existence itself is enough."

Ariel looked puzzled when she heard this, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Alan.

"That's it. I want to be alone for a while."

Ariel was stunned for a moment, and could only nod, then raised her head to look at Alan's expression again.

I found that the other party had a look of "wanting me to leave" on his face, so I could only turn around and leave unhappily.

"Good night, Alan."

Alan didn't look at her back, but just looked at Pilemon who was leaving the dojo gate.

"Good night, Ariel."

This is the end.

Ariel turned away hesitantly, thinking that there would always be countless opportunities to convince Alan.

And Alan's mind was full of thoughts about Piremon and James, and he didn't even look at her.

The shadows of the trees wavered back and forth between light and darkness.

The candlelight from the banquet was scattered all over the atrium.

Moonlight falls from the sky.

Covering people's faces.

Life is a blur, lasting only a few decades.

In the 414th year of the Kakuryu calendar, the moonlight at the Water God Ryuso Dojo.

I wonder how it is different from the 424th year of the Jialong calendar?
That is not something Ariel and Allen can know now.

What about that time and that moment?

——The two met again under this tree, and when they talked again, they recalled the various events that had happened in the past few days.

It's just a sigh.

A memory fragment of this ordinary day, when I think back to it again
It's been ten years.

At that time, it had been the last time the two of them spoke face to face.

It is too far away to be remembered.

Even in the future 'present', neither of them can quite remember what they were thinking under the tree 414 years ago.

because.

So much has happened in the past ten years.

So many that neither of them could have imagined.

There is also a chance to stand face to face with each other and talk about the past.

Under the moonlight that belongs to Asra.

Alan watched Ariel approach the gym, but his steps were slowly retreating. When she entered the door, the eyes of the nobles around her were attracted to her.

The moonlight on the ground just flickered.

The figure that was originally under the tree has disappeared.

Next to the attic of the small dojo where we teach face to face.

At the edge of the corner behind the attic, two shadows overlapped.

"Ma'am, please lower yourself."

"Hate."

"A little lower."

"Wait for Gulu"

"Ouch! Who stepped on me?"

The female noble who was squatting on the ground with aristocratic charm was startled, her teeth gritted, and she bit down.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!! Cut off cut ...

The woman slapped the noble man who was leaning over and screaming in pain, then stood up and looked around.

There was no one around, only the moonlight shining on the wall.

She frowned and squatted down again.

"Where is that person? What are you yelling about? You are standing so high, how can anyone step on you, Lord Charas? You are so tall and so upright~"

". Strange, it feels like a boot on my face"

"What's with the boot on the face? Never mind that. Let me huh? You're useless! No better than your brother!"

He stood up, kicked the noble man in front of him to the ground, wiped his mouth, turned around and left.

Even a respectful title is too fast.

"wait wait wait!"

The nobleman held his back tightly, unable to straighten his back. He sat on his buttocks on the ground, his face showing both pain and discomfort.

"I definitely felt like someone stepped on my face just now."

There was silence all around, and the graceful figure had already walked away.

He lowered his head and slapped himself, wanting to cry but without tears.

"Forget it. Madam Liles. Also."

"That's all!"

"How can a man be depressed and inferior to others for a long time, asking for things but not getting them?"

"I'll go find Mrs. Samir myself. I heard that she stepped on people with just the right amount of force. Stepping on the face without high heels is like scratching an itch through a shoe. The boot just now was strange. It was clearly the touch of a boot. Why didn't I see anyone?"

Across the wall, a pair of hard-soled boots stepped on the mud under the eaves of the wall.

Ars is also a mountain city.

A light layer of fog rose beside the Altier River at night.

The night wind blows, floating and misty.

In the distance, the hazy figure of Pilemon hurriedly stepped onto the carriage. A whip crack pierced through the mist, and the carriage rumbled towards the bridge next to the Mizugami Ryuso Dojo amid the neighing of horses.

Allen smiled.

Lunge and step forward.

With one step, he stepped from the dry yellow earth under the wall to the moist mud by the river.

Boom! The carriage has reached the bridge.

The ground suddenly sank an inch, and Alan's figure floated to the edge of the bridge like mist. He climbed up the bridge pier, bent over and leaped, and just happened to lie on the crystal ceiling of the carriage that passed by.

There was not even the slightest sound.

The driver was unaware and just quietly whipped the horses and oxen to keep going.

The people inside the car did not look towards the roof, and suppressed curses continued one after another.

"You bastard! You bastard! You bastard from Boreas! I'll kill you!!"

Separated by a roof.

Above, Alan supported his chin with his hands and leisurely trimmed his nails, which had grown a few millimeters longer, with compressed and condensed fighting spirit.

Below, Piremon had a knife in one hand and was grabbing his hair with the other, his face looking ferocious.

The fingernail threads and the obscene words in the carriage fell into the air.

Verbal provocation.

Threat of force.

Personality suppression.

Playing with dignity.

The brain of the Notos family, Pilemon, could not withstand the mental torture of "persuasion" and had completely lost his noble demeanor.

"Threatening me! Threatening me! Bastard! Bastard!!"

"Master, have a cup of tea. There's no need to get mad at that rude kid who's talking nonsense. He's just a 13-year-old brat." Bang!!!
The teacup was kicked to the ground and broke into pieces. Then, within half a second, the blood-stained teacup was thrown out casually by Pilemon.

"Kid? You're still wet behind the ears! He's the Sword King! He's even the Water King! What are you?! You're fucking twenty-eight! And you're a fucking Sword Master!!!"

"Old Master"

"If he kills me, can you stop him? Can you stop him?!"

With a clang, something hit the wall of the carriage heavily, causing the body of the carriage to shake violently.

Then the sound of human flesh hitting boots was heard again.

"You have a knife but you dare not draw it!! You have a knife but you dare not draw it!! Why don't you draw it and kill him! Kill him!!!"

"Resentment can only tremble! Tremble! What about the Sword King! Cut him down! Cut him down!!"

"The battle for the crown prince!! Hesitating!! Neither the first prince nor the second prince has made a bet!! Damn it!! Do you know what it means to wait for a price! Wait for a price!! Brat!! Brat!!"

"He wants to take the position of my Notos family with that rubbish Paul!! Just because of him!! Just because of him!! James, that little bastard!!"

Boom! !

The carriage shook violently.

Then there was dead silence.

Alan raised his hand to avoid the bumps, then continued to trim his nails quietly, his face as calm as water.

After a long while, at a corner, the people under the carriage seemed to wake up.

"Get up if you're not dead!"

"Old Master"

"Have you got any news on the matter you asked me to investigate? This kid Allen obviously came back from outside the capital. From what I can tell, he is Lord Fitoya. Did he give orders from that old Sauros?"

"No news yet. It's too far away for news to arrive in time."

"."

"But! There is other news! Alan is the hostage sent to the capital by Philip! I got the news from James' servants, and the delivery times of his wife and concubine at home don't match."

"As expected. Patricide is ridiculous! The brat is just a brat, he can only shout! He has no plan! He says whatever he thinks! He is a subordinate of the first prince, but he is so stupid, so stupid! Hehe."

"Master, have you passed this news to James?"

"What for him?"

"Then what should we do?"

Piremon's voice suddenly dropped to a low level, barely audible.

But it was still clear to Alan's ears.

"Fool. The matter of Flowfall City is very clear. Sauros's move to throw this little bastard here was a complete lousy move. James is afraid of him."

"That should provoke a quarrel between them."

"Not enough. James didn't even come in person tonight. He was avoiding this mad dog. Compared with this kid Allen Borreas Greyrat, the head of Borreas family knows how to be patient. He is calmer and more experienced than this young, arrogant and ignorant kid. He is the dog that really bites people."

"What about that?"

There was a moment of silence. ".This brat, he's yelling, I should thank him. A fight for the crown prince? Weak? Boring? Mediocre? Unbearable?"

A gritted teeth voice sounded eerily in the car.

"You little brat, I'm going to show you how to swing a blade and stir up trouble in the capital."

"This"

"Hasn't the Second Prince invited me many times? I will write him a letter later, and you can give it to him tomorrow. No! Tonight! No, I will go myself, coachman! Turn around!"

"Yes! Master."

On the roof of the car, Alan supported his chin with a more relaxed posture, mist passing in front of his eyes with an obvious smile.

He supported his head with his hands and lay on the roof of the car leisurely.

In the carriage, the conversation continued.

".How stupid! Does unsheathing mean doing it yourself? What's the use of your brain? In the current battle for the crown prince, Ariel has no strength. It's just the first prince and the second prince fighting for the throne. The first prince has already shown signs of gaining momentum, and the second prince must be anxious at this time.

The mad dog Alan Boreas Greyrat is going to kill the next head of the Boreas family under the First Prince. If an accident really happens to the Boreas family, James dies and Alan goes to jail, not only will the First Prince's backyard be in trouble, but his reputation will also be affected.

Sauros is old, and Philip, that coward, is even more useless! Will the Second Prince give up this opportunity to weaken the First Prince's power? He won't! "

"We should take advantage of this opportunity! Given James' character, he will certainly endure it again and again. But no matter how much he endures, he must be furious inside. When he is furious, he will feel angry, and when he is angry, he will want to vent it. What we have to do is to make him unable to hold it in and vent it out."

"Based on my understanding of him, he must be worried about a way out, so let's give him a way out. The invitation thrown to him by the Second Prince at the right time is his greatest confidence now!"

"Without a knife in hand, it is difficult to draw the knife. We need to give him a knife and let him wield it. At this time, the rats from the underground forces in the Adventurer Zone that the Second Prince has kept in captivity will come in handy."

"The second prince has kept the underground forces under control? Aren't we keeping them under control?" The guard's voice sounded a little confused.

"How the hell could you be so stupid?"

"If the Second Prince doesn't have it, we'll let him have it! Is there anything more interesting in the capital than the dog-eat-dog fight in Boreas? The First Prince's power has been weakened, and this is our token of allegiance. With this, we can join the Second Prince's army, become his first student, and stir up trouble in the capital."

"Then we will have a good fight with Darius."

"The master is really good at planning"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

The carriage whizzed around the corner of the street, and the sound was carried away by the wind.

In the corner, Alan looked at his trimmed nails and smiled with satisfaction.

'【persuade】.'

"It is so useful under the burning ambitions of these nobles in the capital."

"The original work of Piremon has a tendency to maintain armed forces, as expected."

"He's also very straightforward, and he'll do it if he's given a motive."

Alan clenched his fists, glanced at the carriage going away, then turned around and headed back the way he came.

"A qualified Asura noble."

"I wanted to feel out the problem first, and then go and [persuade] him again tomorrow morning to deepen the psychological suggestion. He has a fast understanding ability, and there is no need to do it multiple times. It is just right to leave it to James."

'What a great guy.'

'Good student.'

Bang! Alan waved his hand and shattered the mist in front of him.

'Right? System?'

Smoke and dust rose up in the mist.

[What on earth are you doing? It's inexplicable. You just do it when you have an idea? What's the point of this? ]

Alan looked at the system panel with a smile, but changed the subject.

"Do you think I've been using too much persuasion lately and that's tiring you?"

The smoke and dust stagnated.

[If it's once a day, it means once a day. Can it be said that I can't take advantage of your ability? 】

Alan blinked.

"I have always had a question, system."

【explain. 】

Alan's eyes were bright and he spoke very quickly, finishing the entire sentence in one breath.

'You said, if you change the system of my [persuasion] to that of a human god, does it mean that He will have to keep an apostle quota to help me maintain the [persuasion] effect? Every time He descends upon the person I [persuade], He repeats my words. This is fine if it is passed on once, but if it is passed on multiple times, it will be a burden for Him?'

'Because the one-time limit per person highly overlaps with the limit on the number of apostles he already has?'

The smoke stagnated.

The street lights at the street corners are only for the upper class nobles.

Twinkle, twinkle.

There was actually a rapid breathing rhythm.

After a long while, the smoke that did not belong to Asura jumped out again.

【.Good idea. 】

Allen smiled.

"It's OK. Fortunately, you are not a human god. If you were really a human god, I would have to ask you something."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the system panel.

"How should [Persuasion] be used?"

"Have you learned it?"