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

Chapter 586 Human God, you're using this thing to test your cadres? Orcs?

Dirich seemed to have discovered something, his face lit up with joy, then quickly changed to one of utter astonishment.

Allen glanced at his reaction and followed his gaze.

On the right, in the corner at the edge, hang two notepads that are easily overlooked.

On the left, the handwriting is crooked and the language is vulgar and offensive, seemingly threatening, yet also possessing a strange sense of absurdity:
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Dilik, right?
I figured you were definitely about to leave.

Your owner, who's as arrogant as a big, smug chicken, looks absolutely ridiculous. I've never seen such an arrogant smug chicken before.

Well, it's her own fault for tying her up. But you can rest assured, although we wanted to torture your master and sell her to slave traders for some money, her attitude was surprisingly sincere.

Never mind then, as long as you bring back dragon scales, you can exchange them for money.

Then we'll keep our agreement and release her to you!
However, from now on, when you see us on the street, you should bow your head and pay your respects!
Otherwise, we will kill the ticket!
If you successfully obtain the dragon scale, you don't need to contact us. Just stay at the Adventurers' Guild, and we will come looking for you.

Alright, she's going to write you a note too. Your Asura nobles' handwriting is as fancy as they are; it's incomprehensible and disgusting.

I'm warning you, don't try anything funny.
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On the left, the handwriting is neat and in Ariel's usual cursive script, deliberately written in a flamboyant and elegant style.

Her handwriting alone reveals her arrogant, confident, self-centered, and extravagant lifestyle, though the content of her words is quite proper and sincere:
Dirich,
Don't worry about my situation. They are in the same situation as me, and their backgrounds are also attractive to them.

As for the dragon scales they mentioned, just find any fake one; there's no need to be so particular.

After all, who in this town has ever seen real silver dragon scales, and who can verify that the scales are from a silver dragon?

Given your personality, you'd definitely be worried about being discovered.

Even if they find out later, it doesn't matter. I'll leave it at that. (The handwriting is broken, forming a single ink dot)
I learned a lot from Allen, one of which was 'finding opportunities'. They were unwilling to be won over by me, arrogant, and seemingly had no good solutions.

At this point, you can't just give up. You have to create variables, create various opportunities for contact, and constantly find ways to break the deadlock based on your own advantages amidst the variables, and then create favorable conditions to win them over.

We are not afraid of changes; what we fear is the absence of changes.

The more variables there are, the more room we can create for negotiation.

You might say it's dangerous again. Ha. What isn't dangerous? Dirich, we've reached a point where we have no way to retreat. Necessary risks are acceptable.

Don't worry about me these next few days; I'll keep trying to persuade them to let go of their hostility towards me.

Ariel.
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After reading the contents of the note, a look of surprise appeared in Allen's eyes.

Those so-called kidnappers didn't seem to be very intelligent.

Not only was the handwriting crooked and messy, but the tone of voice was also like that of a child playing house.

Ariel's tone was even stranger; she had no sense of being kidnapped at all, but rather felt that she had gone to recruit people.

And why convey information so directly? Although the handwriting is messy and the words are deliberately written in an illegible classical aristocratic style, someone should still be able to recognize some of the information. Even if the kidnapper is related to the Holy Land of Swords and is illiterate, other adventurers can help them read it, right?

the most important is
Both of these notes are written under the premise that Dilik has not yet set off.

He turned his head to look at Dilik's face and found that the latter's expression was getting worse.

"You didn't see this note when you left?"

Dirich's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his face twitched. "I...I wanted to come back and take one last look, and the planned departure time wasn't that rushed, but I communicated with Timothy."

He paused here, glaring at Timothy behind him.

The latter lowered his head and refused to look at him.

Allen understood.

The common tactic of gods and men is to use future vision to create a situation where the parties involved 'miss' something through various coincidences, so as to guide the subsequent events in the direction they expect.

Now he has been successfully lured to this pre-arranged Pepin's 'stage' by a divine design.

Next, shouldn't the apostles of gods and men appear?

Who?
Given his current abilities, what cards can he still play? And who can pose a threat to him?

Laplace?

Impossible. His bet isn't over yet. He wants to see who can stop the world's destruction—himself or the gods—before making his choice.

Moreover, even if he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't go through such roundabout ways, listening to the god's scheme of luring me in. Instead, he would have teamed up with the God of War Armor to ambush me directly in Silver Dragon Snow Valley.

Sword God Gar?

Impossible. It's not Kino's time to unleash his full power yet. Why would Gar leave the Holy Land of Swords if he hasn't suffered a setback? How could a god or mortal force a master of the "unity of knowledge and action" desire school to do something he doesn't want to do at all?

Even if he leaves the Holy Land of Swords early due to Alice's butterfly effect, instead of leaving because of setbacks, he will still challenge himself head-on and will not resort to any ambush that would tarnish his sword heart.

The turtle king I've never met?

Less likely.

This old man is even more of a show-off than I am, how could he possibly be involved in a scheme with a god? Besides, Orstide must have warned him about the god's affairs.

Who else could launch a surprise attack on me like Hades, the North Star, or Death?

Alan's thoughts raced through his mind. He glanced around and saw the adventurers in front of the notice board looking at him curiously. Not far behind him, a scantily clad saleswoman was scrutinizing him with bright eyes.

Ordinary, the strongest among them only possesses the fighting spirit of a mid-level swordsman.
The counter clerk clearly recognized him. It seems the Adventurers' Guild has good communication channels and knows his distinctive features. The staff of the Adventurers' Guild in the Conflict Zone also quickly recognized him.
Allen was taken aback by this thought.

Wait, the Adventurers' Guild? The Adventurers' Guild controlled by the Holy Empire of Milis?
Who can pose a threat to me?

Divine children? Those divine children with all sorts of abilities?

A figure suddenly flashed through Allen's mind.

The white-haired old woman in the Milis Temple of the Kingdom of Wanglong can instantly teleport to any location she has ever been, thanks to the power of the Child of Transference.

She is the apostle of the God of Destruction, and the Human God is the evil thought of the God of Destruction. The Human God Allen is corrupting the God of Destruction in reverse.
Even though she had expressed goodwill towards herself, she had a foundation of allegiance to both humans and gods.
squeak
The sound of a chair being moved came from behind.

Allen turned to look behind him.

The beautiful saleswoman walked gracefully out from behind the counter, smiling and looking at me. Despite the biting cold wind outside, she was wearing open-toed high heels and a very short suede leather skirt, walking towards me with a fragrant breeze.

Allen squinted at her, then reached for the hilt of his secret sword, the Bone Hand, at his waist. The adventurers around him gasped in surprise: "Miss Mary moved!" / "Is she walking towards me???" / "Nonsense, she's clearly walking towards me!!"

Click, click.

Footsteps sounded and then fell, and the sales clerk named Mary swayed her hips as she approached Allen. She looked down at Allen's hand on the hilt of his sword, a look of amazement in her eyes:
"Is this the Secret Sword?"

Allen remained silent, tilting his head to look at her face, trying to see if she was using a magical tool to conceal her appearance.

The latter noticed Allen's gaze, blinked, and then adopted a very aggressive posture, placing one hand on her hip and leaning her upper body towards Allen.

Allen stared intently at her, watching her pose reveal a weakness that seemed to allow her to kill with a single stroke, and raised an eyebrow.

Mary moved closer and closer.

The distance between them grew shorter and shorter, and they became closer and closer.

Sarah and Susanna's expressions grew increasingly strange, tinged with unease.

Finally, Miss Mary froze in a position almost pressed against Allen's chest, reached out, twisted her wrist, and moved towards her neck.

Allen grips his sword.

The next moment!
Mary clutched her clothes at her chest and pulled them down, revealing the astonishing curve of her neck from an angle only Allen could see.

The low-cut shirt was black, with a red lace lining underneath. She held only half a cup, and her fingers slipped inside the shirt, prying at the edges of the lining.

Allen: ? ? ? ?

Susanna and Sarah covered their faces, both letting out a sharp gasp. A mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and awe at Mary's boldness rose and fell on their faces.

The adventurers not far away let out a collective cry of sorrow, but their bodies betrayed their intentions, and they all wanted to come closer to stand on their tiptoes and take a look.

Mary smiled and withdrew her hand; the lining of her shirt, no longer being pulled, slapped against her supple skin with a soft sound.

She held her hands behind her back, her ten fingers intertwined, and stared at Allen with eyes that seemed to be brimming with tears.
"Looks like it's the Secret Sword. Seeing is believing." She pointed to the top of her head with the same finger she had used to pull down her inner garment earlier.
"There's a fireplace and a bed upstairs. I usually sleep there. Perhaps you'd be interested in coming up with me for a bit?"

In her eyes, Allen's expression was one of utter astonishment.

His first reaction was that it was absurd.

Wait, what happened to the ambush by the apostles of gods and men? What is this?

The second reaction was...
You're such a jerk! When the hard approach didn't work, you switched to a softer strategy?
Am I Rudy? Which cadre wouldn't withstand this kind of test?

Does Isorti not have this or Aisha not have it?
Forehead.
I haven't seen Aishin
No, what am I thinking?
He shook his head and asked incredulously:
"When did the Adventurers' Guild start offering this service?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the adventurers who were filled with envy and were going crazy with jealousy cast glares at him, as if to say, "What are you barking about? Don't be ungrateful!"

Mary's face froze, revealing a look of utter embarrassment and annoyance.

She glared at Allen and uttered a cloyingly sweet complaint: "This is a private invitation."

Allen's eyes widened: "This looks just like Alina Liz!"

To Mary's surprise, she immediately asked with delight, "Do you know Miss Alina Lizzie?"

Allen was shocked: "You know her?"

Mary's eyes revealed a hint of admiration for independent women: "Before my family moved to Piping, I worked for the Adventurers' Guild in the southern part of the Central Continent. I was quite young then, and I already knew her. She was truly a confident, beautiful, and courageous woman."

Allen:
Grandma, your legend still lives on!
Confident, beautiful, and bold, you've really got people in trouble. Laplace is truly blessed.
Mary snapped out of her daze and gave a mocking smile: "You must have 'seen' her, right?"

Allen: I've met you. Uh... um? No, 'met you've met you'?

Mary smiled brightly, puffed out her chest, and revealed a confident expression that said, "What Elina Lige has, I have; what Elina Lige doesn't have, I still have. Even if you are a newly appointed great power and an SS-class adventurer, you have absolutely no reason to refuse me."

Allen:
WTF
He was about to refuse Pu Xin when his brows suddenly furrowed and he abruptly turned to look to his right.

Seven meters away, at the western end of the Adventurers' Guild building, there is a square vaulted enamel window, two meters high and one meter wide.

A hand was outside the window, silently wiping the glass. Then, the hand disappeared, and an eye appeared where it was being wiped, looking over.

Allen met the eyes of the owner of those eyes for a moment.

The next moment, a faint cry of alarm came from the crack in the window: "Oh no! We've been discovered!"

Swish!
Mary's hand, which was about to slap Allen's chest, missed its target, and she stumbled.

Allen's phantom vanished from its spot and instantly reappeared in front of the window.

He looked up and pressed his hand against the glass. With a crack, the window frame and glass shattered into powder at the same time. As the scattered shards of glass flew around Allen, a cold wind suddenly rushed in from outside the window.

Allen paused, glanced out the window, and saw no sign of the expected sneak attack.

He flipped over, his figure piercing through the curtain of wind, and leaped out of the window.

Before my feet even touched the ground, while my body was still suspended in the air, the sensation brought me a distinct sense of smell.
—It had a milky, animal-like smell, somewhat like the smell of a Kyrie Irrawaddy.

Allen's pupils contracted:
Is it the orcs this time?

My gaze shifted, and outside the window, to my left, just three steps away, nine figures with ears and tails were rapidly retreating.

Before Allen could even get a good look at the other person's face, the last two, who were at the bottom, heard the sound of a broken window behind them and immediately turned around!

"Roar!!!!!"

A sharp, piercing sound burst from his mouth, churning the air as it hurtled towards Allen.

In Allen's senses, the voice clearly carried magic, transforming into ribbons that wrapped around Allen's arms, shoulders, neck, and legs.

Allen waved his hand, clenched his fist, and lightly punched the air.

The air collapsed and exploded! No magic was needed; battle aura alone was enough to shatter the beast race's inherent sound wave, the 'Binding Spell'.

He landed on his toes, twisted, and his figure passed through the debris of sound, appearing directly in front of the last two people as if in a dropped frame.

He made two hand chop motions and slashed at the necks of the two men.

(End of this chapter)