Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 128

Ceybaaal.

I was complacent. I forgot, I couldn’t even imagine because everything left.

That these guys weren’t soldiers, they were just human scoundrels who bought and sold people to criminals after all.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

There’s no such thing as strict discipline or strict discipline for those guys. Still, there is something to be said. The guy who freed me from the pain of the body I met earlier is going to Pakchon, and slaves don’t do business.

Would you have imagined that you would personally hide a prostitute in another tent some distance away?

This time, without fail, I started to hit and kill, but the shadow I thought was a blanket was a woman lying down.

What about those who regret it? The ship has already left. With as much patience as I could, I spoke to the screaming prostitute as she alternately looked at me and the corpses of the two already dead men.

“Ha… Hey.”

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Either that or not, because I was just a screaming crow girl, my patience was thrown away like a rag.

“Weirdly, I was lucky today…”

I bought seolleongtang, but why not eat it…! oh that’s not it

“Ehh. Yes. They’re going to flock anyway, so what would they do if I threatened them to leave? You stay here. I’m leaving.”

He planned to assassinate the entire camp with the attitude of assassination if there were no witnesses, but the pato broke out.

As I let out a deep sigh and left the tent, sure enough, people from all directions, frightened by the sound of screams, rushed out carrying weapons and started to gather. I try to observe their behavior using the screams of prostitutes as background music, but the reaction is not cool.

“What, what?! What’s going on?!”

“Who is he? Do you know anyone?”

“This is the first time I’ve seen it…?”

Maybe it’s because they don’t know each other face to face. In the end, the overflowing pitiful advice popped out without my knowledge.

“If there’s a face you don’t know, it’s an intruder. Why are you checking each other so much? They’re funny.”

“What?! Emergency! Visaaang!”

“It’s an intruder! Call the captain!!”

I think half of them were wiped out, but there are still quite a few people. There are already about 10 of them that I can see right now, but I can still tell that something is moving busily from far away.

As I was looking at it roughly using my tall height, three guys full of action started approaching me with swords and ropes. A slave might have escaped, so did you bring it? It’s novel, but it’s a very convincing move.

“If you stay still, you won’t get into trouble. Stay calm…”

“Hey, you fool, do I look like a slave?”

However, unlike preparation, action is a stone’s throw. The guy who had lost his fear just by standing there doing nothing and just approached, so he immediately punched him in the face and took his sword.

If there’s one thing unexpected this time around, it’s that he’s dead.

How do you know? Keep your eyebrows quiet! It’s strange to dig into a hole as if you’ve been victimized and still be alive.

and? Is this because the gauntlet is hard? Do I need to adjust my strength in the future?

Somehow, the senses have changed a lot from before, and they were even more embarrassed in the yard, and they started to take a few steps back.

“Sir, what a fucking blow to the head…!”

“Yes, who are you! Did you dare to break in knowing where this place was!?”

“I really want it. If anyone hears it, they’ll think it’s trespassing on an aristocratic estate. Mere slave traders are very good masters.”

Even if you ask while crawling on the floor with your eyes closed, bad Eldmia and even worse Eldmia are trying to crawl out. I started not being able to manage my expression out of displeasure, but since there seemed to be no reason to manage it, I kept it and pointed to the floor and answered.

“Where is this? A street slave shop, a scene of human rights oppression.”

“This, human rights what?”

They showed such a hostile appearance, but seeing that they couldn’t even dare to attack together, it might be that they were thieves who attacked ordinary people or people for slave hunting.

In the midst of the displeasure that had pierced the meter thanks to that, I pointed my finger at the floor and continued.

“Who am I? Eldmia Ega, the slave trader hunter.”

“Ooh, what are we doing to you!”

“It’s not you, but my sister was taken away by a slave trader once. Since then, you guys are all my enemies.”

“Mmm, crazy man!”

Situation completed. Even though there were about 10 people gathered, seeing them doing that, they were nothing. As always, I exploded my mana and bounced off, shouting as I cut the head of the guy who tried to frame me as a madman.

“Even if you get hit with a knife wielded by a madman, you die!”

The battle begins with the head of the guy soaring neatly into the night sky.

“It’s a fucking Auror user! A crazy Auror user has appeared!!”

In the meantime, the guys who were a bit distant from me were playing the role of human alarms, shouting loudly. Obviously, the purpose is to bring more colleagues to me while putting pressure on me, but…

“It seems to me that all of your colleagues have already gathered.”

If you include those who are still approaching, there are roughly 20 people? Those who even show up in the dark are dying without even knowing mice or birds from Asilie’s arrows that are flying in from somewhere. Rather, it’s only getting easier for me because I’m halfway back and looking at it.

What do you do when 20 people get together? Most of them can’t even attack at the same time, and even if they do somehow, there are only three or four of them.

“Fuck the crossbow! Get the crossbow!”

“What the hell are the other bastards doing so late…ugh!”

“If you can’t find a crossbow, get a trident, you bastards!”

The number of heads is always a threat, so I am not vigilant, but unlike me, who fights with such a desirable mindset, the anxiety and bewilderment that spread among the guys who started fighting in a careless state have already missed the level that can be corrected without a commander.

I don’t know if it would have been a little different if I hadn’t shouted that I was an aura user. Those who are not confident in their skills are gradually decreasing in number as they notice after that cry and then run away and die from Asilier’s arrow.

As if proving that the owner of the mind and skills that can remain calm even while watching the sight of his head being blown off in a counterattack every time he shuffles his swords cannot rot his skills just by hunting slaves, the number of guys from over twenty decreased to four. It didn’t even take 5 minutes.

Hmmm. Maybe I’m pretty strong

“Buy, save…”

“There is no such thing.”

In the end, the massacre ended with the last man, who had lost his will to fight, chose to surrender rather than flee and cut his throat before laying down his weapon.

Unlike the guy who made the wrong choice, the three who decided to run away would either die from Asilier’s bow or somehow succeed and disappear somewhere, but from the looks of them, they’re high enough to report to someone related to Count Bossa. I didn’t think so, so I decided to leave it alone.

Rather, what worries me is the captain who did not show up after 5 minutes of fuss. I stepped out in the middle of a sea of blood and started shouting at the top of my voice.

“Captain!

I don’t think they would be so eager to find a captain with no fighting skills. With such reasonable doubt, I took about twenty more steps when I heard a voice from the right.

“What are you doing bastard?”

A depressed voice that would feel exactly like this if the vocal cords gained weight. When observed from a distance, a giant, fully armed like a knight, appeared in the huge tent where nobles constantly came and went.

“Hey, I’m not that tall either, but you’re a bit taller, right?”

The armored pig itself, whose visor hadn’t been pulled down at all, spoke to me with a disgusting smile.

“The little bastard did something funny. What about my men?”

“Don’t you see how quiet they are? They’re all dead. And they’re tiny, dude. At best, they look like five centimeters taller than me.”

Anyone can see that I am 20 cm taller than I am. I was so embarrassed that I almost ripped off the head right away.

“But it’s strange? You don’t look particularly smart, but you manage this place?”

When I provoked him, he swung the warhammer he was holding over my head instead of answering, and I lightly avoided the attack and looked at him from a distance for a while.

It’s not comparable to Yekatrina’s siege weight, but it moves faster than expected even though it’s a fairly large Warhammer and armor.

But in other words, that’s just about it. Catherine was much faster.

“Are you a user?”

Just in case, I looked at it through my enhanced senses, and it seemed that I could feel some really subtle aura, so I asked.

“Keuhehe. Yes. Are you running a little late now?”

“Running back? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I bet all my money and both hands.”)

hey After all, it’s not something to say to a woman, but Ekatrina said that a monster is a monster, so I

don’t know how to wield that battering ram that’s much heavier than that one like a spear. Anyway, as the trivial doubts were resolved, he had no more business, so he laid his sword horizontally in line with his gaze and took a stance.

“You bastard is talking nonsense…”

Then, laughing at my appearance, I tried to close the visor of my helmet to fight in earnest, and at the moment when his hand was slowly raised above my head, I dug in with all my might and thrust out my sword.

Do you care about how far away you are? The distance, which was only a level that could be hit even with a fractional unit of time, narrows at a speed that surpasses his perception, and my sword penetrates one side of his eyeball and skull without any resistance.

“…ah?”

It appeared grandiosely and ended with one hammering. It sounds like garbage like hunting slaves. The captain, who was said to be a captain, died without even reacting properly, turning over his one fine eye.

After all, surprise is always right, and carelessness is the law that invites death.