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Lesson 59 - We are rushing to retreat

Me and Marr first visited the Centaurs as promised when we left the inn in good hands.

Although it was welcomed, there were no new problems today yesterday, and we remain just to make sure that the preparations for the trip are well under way. The injured and sick were also finishing the crude treatment yesterday.

"Welcome. What can I do for you today?

Nica laughing pig in front of me - commercial guild length jaw meat shakes.

Me and Marr decided to meet with the head of the Pork Gundil Commercial Guild that we could continue to do yesterday because there was nothing in the Centaur camp to do in particular. Ask the people of the city, the city, which is a relatively new trading city, had no tourist attractions.

No, Marr and I didn't exactly have tourist attractions to enjoy.

This is a trading city. One thing I haven't money on that side, especially since I'm not promoting tourism either. There are no good hunting grounds around, so there's another thing that doesn't really come close if you haven't been escorted by adventurers and other caravans.

And when it comes to caravans, we need to travel harshly, and nature and the gender of its constituents are biased. I mean, there are basically a lot of guys. And when it comes to the place of relaxation the men seek, the market is set. It is booze and woman.

That's why this city has a huge flower city there. It's an arrogant spot to drink, cackle and snuggle with your beautiful sister.

Naturally, I don't have any luck with Leah. I find it unspoken and fascinating, but I have no connection.

... Oh, I would definitely go there once if I were alone. It's a boy, let's admit it. But my daughters and daughters have no edge because they are strangely well-researched or have a sharp sense of five. No, I don't.

"No, what, the market is going to be like that? I don't have much to look at. I thought it might be a little public speaking."

"Hmm, is that a public story...?

Pigs - not commercial guild chiefs make a strange look.

Well, I guess so. Catch someone at the top of the city's merchant without an appointment. Talk about a public story or something.

"Nah, even with the load, I can't carry it to the Kingdom of Geppelus or the Kingdom of Misscronia. Given the cost of disposing of it within the Kingdom of Calendill, there is little money to be made in the country - a deficit when it is poor. If you put your load to sleep, food and other things will come out that are worthless, and the merchant will continue to dry with the product... I thought that might be the situation."

"Hmm, that's quite a rich imagination, isn't it?

Commercial guild length nostrils are spreading and picking. You smelled the money, you pig. No, it doesn't look cute enough to put it on.

"Food, salt, clothing and more on materials, building materials and tools… let's pick them up at a price we can agree with each other so we can get along well in the future. The budget is for now -"

A box of gold coins appears on a table that looks fancy. There are five thousand pieces of gold stuck inside, weighing roughly 80 kg in a box. Heavy wooden tables make a mistletoe noise with the weight of a box filled with gold coins.

- Five thousand gold coins from the kingdom of Calendyl.

"Mr. Taishi, I'm sorry about your face, but can you pull me in because it smells disturbing"

"Oh yes, excuse me"

Mr. Marr calmly points me out and I can pull in a box full of gold coins. Somehow I feel like my heart has recessed into a becon with this blow right now. But I'm not gonna cry, because you're a boy. Kuh!

"As you can see, the funds are quite luxurious. How far is the information about us?

"Ha, right...... you've heard rumors of the wind that they're collecting subpeople to build villages somewhere. Sometimes I let both countries recognize that cursed great tree sea as a territory, and it's a rumor that there's a city in the great tree sea... I thought this one was frowning."

Listening to Marl and the Commercial Guild Leader as he creates a bit of a mess. Hmm, I'm not officially named after this guy, but you seem to know exactly who we are. A man with boulders and the merchants of this city in his hand? A pig, though.

"I generally do. So, no matter how many supplies and materials you have, you don't have a problem. It's good if you can get a good deal."

"Surely there is no problem with the availability of materials and supplies if it is to open up undeveloped areas."

"Yes. So if you buy it when you can and stockpile it, you can have a lot of peace of mind. By the way, how far did you go about Mr. Tysi?

"I can't handle being too vague about Lord Brave... saying that I magically wiped out tens of millions of demons by myself. Shot down the dragon with one blow. There were other stories... yes, you used magic to move your legions to distant lands. I see."

"You seem to understand. Above all! Now let's benefit each other"

That must be the exchange right now. It's easy to go shopping elsewhere, so don't look at your feet, Ola. Maybe.

In fact, there is no inevitability that we will have to buy large quantities of supplies with this Gandhir. If you're in trouble, I'll buy it. If it makes you cheaper, right? Because I'm talking about it. I didn't hit anything. I'm not stuck with supplies.

Marl discusses with the Commercial Guild Manager to pack up the story. I'm outside the mosquito net.

Beh, you don't regret it and you don't get bored! Isn't there a great word for the right material? It's best to leave each of these negotiations to Marl. When I do it, the power of physical or financial feelings is the power of negotiation.

Huh? As a former world social worker, what do you think of that?

Keep your head down and get out poorly in this world and set up your opponent in a humble manner - I'm not saying how ineffective the negotiations are, but in my position, that's not right. I'm a brave man, and I get titles in the kingdom of Misscronia. So noble. No matter how many opponents are the heads of a commercial guild that cows one city, you can't keep your head down that easy.

Huh? You said there's been a lot of power diplomacy?

You have no choice. Because if they licked me, it was all about negotiating in an endless situation. I have no authority or position, so I only have the power or the money to negotiate cards.

I'll leave soft negotiations to Marl and Tina. Hard negotiations are more efficient for me.

I'm free and I guess I'll check my status soon.

[Skill Points] 204 points (Skill resettable)

[Name] Tysi-Mituba [Level] 73

[HP] 932 [MP] 4967

[STR] 1880 [VIT] 1915 [AGI] 1778

[DEX] 519 [POW] 1034

[Skill] Swordsmanship 5 Fighting 5 Long Weapon 5 Throw 5 Shooting 1 Demon Fighting 3

Fire Magic 5 Water Magic 5 Wind Magic 5 Earth Magic 5 Light Magic 5 Pure Magic 5 Recovery Magic 5

Orihara Magic 2 Junction Magic 5 Space Magic 5 Life Magic Body Enhancement 5 Magic Enhancement 5 Magic Recovery 5

Negotiation 2 Cooking 1 Riding 5 Blacksmith 5 Magic Instrument Creation 5 Signal Sensing 5 Hazard Sensing 5 Appraisal Eye

Magic Eye Poison Resistance 3

Look at these flying stats and extra skill points. No, you're not actually feeling overwhelmed.

If that makes you stronger, you take all sorts of magic and demon eyes, you take weapons skills, you take production skills, you take production skills, I become the god of the New World! I guess I can do it like that, but I don't feel the need to be that far in the present situation. If you have to, you can run away with a metastasis.

I can't help but run into someone who can't transfer and can't manipulate skill points. I feel like I'm going to flag you when I say this, okay.

At the end of the day, magic doesn't make sense unless you can get used to it and train it. It's a constantly activated skill that strengthens basic abilities that makes it instant... I don't really see how that sounds.

All kinds of weapon proficiency is that, but it only works when you wield a skilled weapon. Should we then still build a powerful weapon?

Now that we have the maximum level of demonic conductor creation and blacksmith, if we combine those two things, perhaps - no, we will surely be able to create an awesome weapon. You must be able to create enough demon swords to break the mountains in one swing and tear the heavens apart.

But what do you mean, make something like that? That's like a nuclear weapon you can carry on your own. Can I stay calm with that thing in my hand? The power you get is something you want to wield.

Even now, I have a feeling I'm drunk on power. Against the backdrop of the immense power I have, I am trying to sneak up on everything I can reach. This time I relieved Marr and helped Centaur, but there was no doubt that there was some pride in 'something will happen to me in the end'.

What if I create a weapon like, 'This is a blow to any guy' and I have it?

What if any enemy gets as much power as they think they can win?

Wouldn't I make a fatal mistake? Wouldn't you be able to prove something absurd after overconfidence and chronic hearts? I can't wait to see that.

That's what makes me so skilful.

I'm scared. Because I don't feel confident that I will have the extra power to do so. Because you know you're a nasty, nasty man.

"Mr. Tysi?

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking."

Apparently, Marl and his discussion was over while we were thinking about it. I hadn't heard much about the results, but it would have been a strong negotiation because it was about Marr.

I decide to quit the spot and walk blah blah blah blah around the city. The delivery and payment of the goods came to an end tomorrow morning. They'll keep inventory of each chamber of commerce in Gandhir in a warehouse of commercial guilds this evening. Payment is in gold coins. She said that she would not give a fraction.

Me and Marl came back to the market we visited yesterday after our commercial guild. The idea is to look for digs and look for souvenirs for everyone who's left a message while they're stumbling around in the stalls.

Today's stall rice is thin-baked bread, tomato-flavored bean soup, and grilled meat like donnell kebabs. The bread is baked and warm, the surface is crisp and moist inside. You can have it with Donnell Kebab, or soak it in soup.

Looks like Marl turned it into a thin roasted pizza full of tomato sauce and cheese and a tomato-flavored bean soup, just like me. Cook at a crude wooden table set up near the stall with each dish.

"I prefer this kind of meal."

"The hotel's sumptuous cuisine is delicious."

Eat each other's food and finish a crisp meal. That thin roasted pizza Marl was asking for was delicious. The rich flavour of the cheese matched perfectly with the intense tomato flavour, even though it was sappy. After all, the combination of tomato and cheese is an iron plate. I'll have Deborah make one of those next time. You don't sell recipe books or anything?

After a meal he sips a juice of nutty palm-like fruit before taking Marl and starting a walk on the market. Would your sister be a florist whore dressed in the colorful outfit she walks in occasionally? In this state, they would also go into business, and Marl mistakenly took me for a flank when I thought about it. No, I wasn't in love! Forgive me!

Step around the market dewstores and shops near Main Street like that. Would the harvest have been able to buy all sorts of books at the bookstore I found along the way? Some were just a little old, but I found pictures for kids, books to use to practice reading and writing letters, recipe books for dishes around here, etc.

I hear Marr got an alchemy book with a recipe for a drug he doesn't know about at Marr.

There was no particular happening afterwards, and we welcomed him the next morning.


No, Mr. Marr's service was very good. I've been wearing dancer-style costumes and stuff for a long time. That was already fully serviced. Hi. They countered me by caring that my gaze turned to my colorful sister during the day.

It was then that the inventory of the goods was checked in the warehouse of the commercial guild.

The entrance and exit of the warehouse become noisy in Russia. I was wondering what was going on, shielding Marl from his back, and the source of the disturbance immediately appeared before us.

"King, it's important! The army of the Kingdom of Geppelus is on its way to this city! We'll be there in about a minute!

It was the woman Centaur who ran out of breath and entered the warehouse. That's it, Mr. Centaur, a Han woman who felt less than full of steel flesh praised by me. No, she's beautiful.

Behind her, Charatauros holds his head firmly down with a loving laugh at commercial guild officials and escorts.

"I'll be there as soon as I collect the supplies here. Get ready to move immediately with just the minimum amount of luggage you need. I'll collect the baggage, so keep it together. We'll also move livestock quickly."

"Yes, let's go!

"What!? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, seriously, I'm sarcastic."

Two Centaurs running away in a rage momentum. No, you two? I wonder how we should count, this.

"Mr. Tysi, I'll take care of it later. Just leave the money."

"Okay. I'll let you collect the supplies, okay?

"Yes, no problem."

Get out a box full of gold coins and leave this place to Marl to start collecting supplies. Marl will collect the excess gold coins in his storage bag. Collect the packaged supplies and materials in insufficient quantities and fly with transfer magic all at once to the gates on the side of the Kingdom of Geppelus.

When I just left the gate and headed to the camp of the Centaurs, the camp of the Centaurs was more calm than I thought it might have been - a fuss as if it had poked a hive.

"You're calm."

"Ha... We Centaur are nomadic people. I'm always used to sudden departures."

Penelope was giving tequila instructions to the Centaurs in a calm manner. If you look far away, you can see fully armed warriors hitting the alert.

"I'll carry the luggage, so collect it in one place. And get ready to move people and livestock in half an hour. The warriors will all be gathered by that time."

"Ha. A decree!

Penelope informs the Centaur warriors of my instructions and skips the transmission with the tequila.

"Which way are the soldiers from the Geppelus kingdom coming from? Why did you notice the approach?

"Northeast, right? I was releasing a couple of scouts into position for a moment on our feet, and one of them reported after the king left at noon. At that point we started preparations to withdraw, followed by the release of scouts to finalize the information. The number of troops, including the weight, is approximately one thousand and eight hundred."

Inquisite information as you watch the Centaur warriors rushing around under Penelope's direction. Somehow, the Centaurs or Penelope is more competent and surprised than I thought. I'm also surprised that he was releasing a proper scourge in advance, and I'm afraid he's even going to firmly confirm the information as he prepares to withdraw.

What happened to the measures when I hit it?

The territorial development is good, but we still want to avoid confronting the Kingdom of Geppelus by cutting it head-on. I can say that the conflict is already decisive when it comes to protecting the Centaurs.

The information that I protected would be cracked as soon as I heard it in Gandhir, and the proliferation of information is inevitable. Not many people know who I am, but I can't stand a door in people's mouths.

The arrival of the Royal Geppelus Army is for a moment - roughly assumed to be two hours - but the other side will also release scouts to confirm the information. It was not strange when the scouts were capturing this one.

Well, what do we do?

If I leave, it will be easy to disappear without one... but if I leave without one, I will just disappear into a mysterious mass disappearance, and don't get into an option for once. If they say anything, we're in the middle of a flood, and some kind of shitty demon came out and got hit, right? You can cut Shira.

Later, he borrows a throwing spear from Centaur, and some hands say he snipes heavy squads and commanders with a sniper by throwing from a distance. Troops will be in havoc and will no longer function properly.

Other than that... it's my job to find the scouts and get rid of them all. If not one of the unleashed scouts returns, the commander will be greatly troubled as to whether it is okay to march as it is. It's like blocking your eyes and ears on the battlefield.

Let's wrap up our thoughts.

First of all, the absolute goal we need to achieve is to safely withdraw the Centaurs. This won't be much of a problem because we can quickly accomplish this using the metastasis gates.

The second goal is to keep me and Marr's information from being known to the Geppelus Kingdom side, but this will leak somewhat from the city of Gandil even if I don't like it. But I want to avoid being witnessed using the transfer gates to move Centaur. Then... even if we build a big dirt wall and move it around at the transfer gate, we'll find out.

It is obvious that if all Centaur and its luggage had disappeared from the dirt walls without any trace of neglect, it would have used metastatic magic or something.

When that happens, I still have no choice. I just have to do it.

I quickly open the menu screen and start manipulating the skills acquisition screen.

"It comes crushing the scourge of the Royal Geppelus Army. Get ready."

"Ha, good luck."

Turning his back on Penelope's words, he used his' hidden form 'skills, which he had just acquired, to disappear and begin to run at all costs. Wow, running at this speed won't bounce the ground.

This hidden skill seems to be a type of skill that greatly enhances functionality at every level, to the extent that it is less likely to detect the sounds and signs you make, but it allows silent behavior at level 2, which also blocks odors at level 3. At level 4, it also blocks magic, heat, etc., and even disappears at level 5.

A snake can also self-activate a bright blue optical camo, but after level 3 it seems less user-friendly because it will consume magic when activated. In my case, there's more magic to natural recovery, so there's nothing wrong with that.

Because of this, they also have the ability to disable the same level of sign perception. It normally takes physical traps because hazard detection can't be disabled, and they just become invisible. Neither can magic barriers nor kingdoms be nullified. Magic and heat source detecting traps will no longer be activated.

Excellent, but not overconfident and good.

Looking through the description of skills in that way, he turns his consciousness towards the perception of signs in the direction in which the Royal Geppelus Army would be in to find scouts. Imaginarily, it feels like pointing the parabola antenna that way, conscious of orientation, and enhancing perception.

Doing so, he sensed signs of massive hardening in the back all the way. This is probably the main unit. About two reactions solidified four signs in front of it caught on. Perhaps this is the scourge of the cavalry. The four hardening would mean a pair of horses and riders.

The distance between the two scouts is not far or close. Perhaps the one in front is the unit to examine the enemy, and the one in the back is the unit to monitor the avant-garde scouts. It would be an organization to tell the main unit that if the avant-garde scouts were raided, the rear guard scouts fled quickly and the scouts were attacked.

In the meantime, I decided to ignore the avant-garde scouts and finish off the rear-guard scouts.

Run through the meadows, jump the rocks and circle behind the rear guard scouts at once.

"You don't seem to have a problem so far"

"Yeah, but they're fast legs and good bows. We've got enemy scouts, so keep your eyes peeled."

Two cavalry members were discussing what looked like telescopes on horseback as they pointed in the direction of the avant-garde scouts. I know it's smart to keep killing you, but now... there's a mysterious reward system in this world. I don't mind if I get a reward, but if I can, I don't want you to. Somehow, emotionally, huh?

No, no, I'm not freaking out now. I haven't run out of bees. It's the first time I've ever had a human in my hands with intent to kill in a bare state. No, I'm really freaking out. Yes.

"Hey, Pitcher, I'm freaking out."

You've been out a long time, Evil God. Shut up because I'm busy right now.

'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What are you scared of now? Pouxx. "

No, crap is you. Killing people is the biggest contraindication to you, thinking normally and being a person. Where's the crap?

"You think killing livestock, wildlife and demons is not a sin, and killing humans is a sin? By that logic, it wouldn't be a sin to kill the subhumans, the beasts, the demons of reason you're accusing me of?

That's......

"Killing something is not a sin in itself. At least in this world, I can guarantee it. In the end, creatures have to kill other creatures to live. A competition for survival."

Then what the hell is a reward system?

"Well? If you're curious, you might want to ask the person who made it directly. Or even to his followers, right? By the way, do you have time to think slowly?

When I saw the scouts cavalry haphazardly, apparently I was about to leave. Shit, don't you have time to think about something extra right now? For me, for the inhabitants, for the Centaurs. I want these guys dead.

I went around in front of the cavalry about to leave, unshaped and showed up. You surprised me when I suddenly showed up in front of you, and the cavalry stiffens for a moment on both of you.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have you dead"

The cavalry seemed distracted for a moment by the words I uttered while pulling out the divine silver spontaneous sword, but then acted swiftly. One tries to pull the sword out of his hips, the other tries to escape by returning his horse's head.

but i had lost everything late. The distance between me and the two horsemen is less than five meters. It's totally my time. I won't let you get away with it.

Double-cut that upper body for each cavalry arm that tried to pull out its sword with a flash as it bounced, and equally for each cavalry that tried to escape for each neck of that horse before finishing returning its horse's head.

Dull, and a damp sound sounds, and the return blood stains my right half. The surviving military horse who was late to kill the rider was surprised, standing up and shaking off the lower half of the first cavalry on its back. Tickles again, and a damp sound sounds.

It is morose that the bad guy is not a centaur when he leaves a dead body slaughtered and discarded by every horse under one knife, so quickly recover the body to storage.

And cruise what to do with the surviving military horses.

Military horses are expensive. However, if it is a horse belonging to the army, it will probably have a burning mark or something to identify it somewhere in the body. Wouldn't that be a bad idea to touch an outside human eye for bringing a stolen military horse back to your territorial capital?

After considering the benefits and the risks, I also desperate a military horse trying to escape under one sword.

Sure, military horses are expensive, but conversely, horses of similar quality can be bought if they pile up gold. You shouldn't be taking risks for dozens to hundreds of gold coins.

Collect the desperate military horses into storage and purify themselves, including the surrounding blood paste.

"Isn't it vibrant when you think about it?"

Shut up.

"You're going to console my wife this evening, you know"

You'll definitely punch me one day.

But you're more accustomed to taking lives from demons than you think. You mean I've adapted to this world, too? The rest of the avant-garde scouts are similarly lightly dismissed and returned to the Centaurs.

Time should be earned with this. Let's just go back to the capital.



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