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Chapter 98.2: Good Children (10)
From a distance, a tall knight could be seen swinging a battle axe, chopping off the head of a mercenary who looked up carelessly. It was Brnhilde.
.
Johan was relieved. If the entrance wasnt breached, those inside would be safe. The mercenaries were as good as cornered.
Spare my life and Ill reward you!
What nonsense. . . Kill him!
There was another unlucky person outside, caught in trouble like Johan. Even with mercenaries rolling their eyes menacingly with weapons in hand, he shouted confidently. He was quite the madman.
!
Even in this tense moment, Johans body moved naturally. At that moment, Brnhilde from the back of the corridor saw mercenaries flying in all directions.
. . . ?
The shortsword was already broken, and Johan entered, beating up mercenaries with his fists. The orc screamed and exclaimed.
God damn it, God!
Have you converted?
If its a demon, take the souls of those other guys! My soul is worthless!
Stop talking nonsense and stick close!
Johan swung his fist and smashed the head of an approaching guy. Only then did the orc seem to realize that Johan was a human.
Johan of the Yeats family?
!
Ive heard a lot of rumors, but youre really amazing. . .
!
. . . . . .
! ! !
Is he a knight or a butcher?
Johan was violence incarnate in human form.
Some of the mercenaries in the hallway, terrified, took their own lives. The lack of spears and crossbows was so regrettable.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Johan threw a sword and pierced the neck of the rushing defense captain. He didnt even know it was the defense captain.
Holding two masterless weapons in his hands, Johan stopped. Covered in blood, the mercenary captains in the hall involuntarily shouted.
Sir Knight! Sir Knight! We are allies! Please stop!
I am sane.
T-Thats good.
No matter how you looked at it, holding the weapons, it was clear they thought Johan was crazy. Johan cracked his neck and asked.
What about the guy who went inside?
It was good to control the city using the magistrate, but managing the dissatisfaction of his subordinates was also an important task for Johan. Johan looked at Repiata. Repiata slightly shook his head.
I asked, and it seems he has nothing to do with it.
How do you know that!
I told you, I asked, didnt I?
. . .Now that I hear it, it does seem that way.
Thanks for understanding.
Johan patted the shoulder of the understanding mercenary captain. The mercenary captain nodded his head, his face frozen with fear.
The commotion at the mansion made the people of the city even more fearful. It was not surprising that hundreds could have been massacred if things went wrong.
However, Repiata showed leniency instead of capturing and hanging the people.
Normally, I should have finished preparations quickly and left for the town, but weve been causing trouble for each other.
Johan looked down at the bound assassin, hands and feet tied, while Karamaf glared menacingly, baring his teeth.
But just as your business is important, so is mine. I cant just leave an assassin who lurked around me alone.
Then kill me if you will.
The assassins face had changed into one not seen before, neither a maid nor a servant. It seemed they had changed their appearance.
The assassin remained silent, head bowed. A captured assassin meant summary execution. Even if beheaded in a single stroke, no one could protest.
Johan checked small bottles sealed with cork stoppers. They appeared to be deadly poison. Karamaf had detected a slight odor emanating from them.
If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it right there.
Wasnt that what you intended?
The assassin retorted with a look that questioned how beating them and not intending to kill could make sense.
Ive encountered assassins from before. You guys arent so secretive, are you?
You think the guild strictly keeps the clients secrets? What a joke. Assassins have no loyalty. They stay silent because they know speaking up means death. Give them assurance of life, and theyll talk readily.
Venom of Nessus was somewhat overhyped. This was partly inflated intentionally by the assassins affiliated with it, to attract commissions from influential people.
But Venom of Nessus was merely an organization made up of selfish assassins.
There were a few rules, but the guild members trusted themselves more than these rules. The guild was held together not by rules but by its cell-like structure.
The assassin remained silent. Johan demonstrated a simple technique, and a dagger appeared out of nowhere, astonishing the assassin.
How?
, . .
Johan realized that there was no need for fisticuffs in the melee at the mansion. He had a hidden weapon at his waist.
Now do you believe Ive encountered assassins before? I owe someone a favor and want to repay it. This is your last chance. Will you confess and seek forgiveness, or choose death? I wont ask again.
. . .I will speak.
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Chapter 98.2: Good Children (10)
From a distance, a tall knight could be seen swinging a battle axe, chopping off the head of a mercenary who looked up carelessly. It was Brnhilde.
.
Johan was relieved. If the entrance wasnt breached, those inside would be safe. The mercenaries were as good as cornered.
Spare my life and Ill reward you!
What nonsense. . . Kill him!
There was another unlucky person outside, caught in trouble like Johan. Even with mercenaries rolling their eyes menacingly with weapons in hand, he shouted confidently. He was quite the madman.
!
Even in this tense moment, Johans body moved naturally. At that moment, Brnhilde from the back of the corridor saw mercenaries flying in all directions.
. . . ?
The shortsword was already broken, and Johan entered, beating up mercenaries with his fists. The orc screamed and exclaimed.
God damn it, God!
Have you converted?
If its a demon, take the souls of those other guys! My soul is worthless!
Stop talking nonsense and stick close!
Johan swung his fist and smashed the head of an approaching guy. Only then did the orc seem to realize that Johan was a human.
Johan of the Yeats family?
!
Ive heard a lot of rumors, but youre really amazing. . .
!
. . . . . .
! ! !
Is he a knight or a butcher?
Johan was violence incarnate in human form.
Some of the mercenaries in the hallway, terrified, took their own lives. The lack of spears and crossbows was so regrettable.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Johan threw a sword and pierced the neck of the rushing defense captain. He didnt even know it was the defense captain.
Holding two masterless weapons in his hands, Johan stopped. Covered in blood, the mercenary captains in the hall involuntarily shouted.
Sir Knight! Sir Knight! We are allies! Please stop!
I am sane.
T-Thats good.
No matter how you looked at it, holding the weapons, it was clear they thought Johan was crazy. Johan cracked his neck and asked.
What about the guy who went inside?
It was good to control the city using the magistrate, but managing the dissatisfaction of his subordinates was also an important task for Johan. Johan looked at Repiata. Repiata slightly shook his head.
I asked, and it seems he has nothing to do with it.
How do you know that!
I told you, I asked, didnt I?
. . .Now that I hear it, it does seem that way.
Thanks for understanding.
Johan patted the shoulder of the understanding mercenary captain. The mercenary captain nodded his head, his face frozen with fear.
The commotion at the mansion made the people of the city even more fearful. It was not surprising that hundreds could have been massacred if things went wrong.
However, Repiata showed leniency instead of capturing and hanging the people.
Normally, I should have finished preparations quickly and left for the town, but weve been causing trouble for each other.
Johan looked down at the bound assassin, hands and feet tied, while Karamaf glared menacingly, baring his teeth.
But just as your business is important, so is mine. I cant just leave an assassin who lurked around me alone.
Then kill me if you will.
The assassins face had changed into one not seen before, neither a maid nor a servant. It seemed they had changed their appearance.
The assassin remained silent, head bowed. A captured assassin meant summary execution. Even if beheaded in a single stroke, no one could protest.
Johan checked small bottles sealed with cork stoppers. They appeared to be deadly poison. Karamaf had detected a slight odor emanating from them.
If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it right there.
Wasnt that what you intended?
The assassin retorted with a look that questioned how beating them and not intending to kill could make sense.
Ive encountered assassins from before. You guys arent so secretive, are you?
You think the guild strictly keeps the clients secrets? What a joke. Assassins have no loyalty. They stay silent because they know speaking up means death. Give them assurance of life, and theyll talk readily.
Venom of Nessus was somewhat overhyped. This was partly inflated intentionally by the assassins affiliated with it, to attract commissions from influential people.
But Venom of Nessus was merely an organization made up of selfish assassins.
There were a few rules, but the guild members trusted themselves more than these rules. The guild was held together not by rules but by its cell-like structure.
The assassin remained silent. Johan demonstrated a simple technique, and a dagger appeared out of nowhere, astonishing the assassin.
How?
, . .
Johan realized that there was no need for fisticuffs in the melee at the mansion. He had a hidden weapon at his waist.
Now do you believe Ive encountered assassins before? I owe someone a favor and want to repay it. This is your last chance. Will you confess and seek forgiveness, or choose death? I wont ask again.
. . .I will speak.
Chapter 98.2: Good Children 10From a distance, a tall knight could be seen swinging a battle axe, chopping off the head of a mercenary who looked up carelessly. It was Brnhilde..Johan was relieved. If the entrance wasnt breached, those inside would be safe. The mercenaries were as good as cornered.Spare my life and Ill reward you!What nonsense. . . Kill him!There was another unlucky person outside, caught in trouble like Johan. Even with mercenaries rolling their eyes menacingly with weapons in hand, he shouted confidently. He was quite the madman.!Even in this tense moment, Johans body moved naturally. At that moment, Brnhilde from the back of the corridor saw mercenaries flying in all directions.. . . ?The shortsword was already broken, and Johan entered, beating up mercenaries with his fists. The orc screamed and exclaimed.God damn it, God!Have you converted?If its a demon, take the souls of those other guys! My soul is worthless!Stop talking nonsense and stick close!Johan swung his fist and smashed the head of an approaching guy. Only then did the orc seem to realize that Johan was a human.Johan of the Yeats family?!Ive heard a lot of rumors, but youre really amazing. . .!. . . . . .! ! !Is he a knight or a butcher?Johan was violence incarnate in human form.Some of the mercenaries in the hallway, terrified, took their own lives. The lack of spears and crossbows was so regrettable.The source of this content novelbinJohan threw a sword and pierced the neck of the rushing defense captain. He didnt even know it was the defense captain.Holding two masterless weapons in his hands, Johan stopped. Covered in blood, the mercenary captains in the hall involuntarily shouted.Sir Knight! Sir Knight! We are allies! Please stop!I am sane.T-Thats good.No matter how you looked at it, holding the weapons, it was clear they thought Johan was crazy. Johan cracked his neck and asked.What about the guy who went inside?It was good to control the city using the magistrate, but managing the dissatisfaction of his subordinates was also an important task for Johan. Johan looked at Repiata. Repiata slightly shook his head.I asked, and it seems he has nothing to do with it.How do you know that!I told you, I asked, didnt I?. . .Now that I hear it, it does seem that way.Thanks for understanding.Johan patted the shoulder of the understanding mercenary captain. The mercenary captain nodded his head, his face frozen with fear.The commotion at the mansion made the people of the city even more fearful. It was not surprising that hundreds could have been massacred if things went wrong.However, Repiata showed leniency instead of capturing and hanging the people.Normally, I should have finished preparations quickly and left for the town, but weve been causing trouble for each other.Johan looked down at the bound assassin, hands and feet tied, while Karamaf glared menacingly, baring his teeth.But just as your business is important, so is mine. I cant just leave an assassin who lurked around me alone.Then kill me if you will.The assassins face had changed into one not seen before, neither a maid nor a servant. It seemed they had changed their appearance.The assassin remained silent, head bowed. A captured assassin meant summary execution. Even if beheaded in a single stroke, no one could protest.Johan checked small bottles sealed with cork stoppers. They appeared to be deadly poison. Karamaf had detected a slight odor emanating from them.If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it right there.Wasnt that what you intended?The assassin retorted with a look that questioned how beating them and not intending to kill could make sense.Ive encountered assassins from before. You guys arent so secretive, are you?You think the guild strictly keeps the clients secrets? What a joke. Assassins have no loyalty. They stay silent because they know speaking up means death. Give them assurance of life, and theyll talk readily.Venom of Nessus was somewhat overhyped. This was partly inflated intentionally by the assassins affiliated with it, to attract commissions from influential people.But Venom of Nessus was merely an organization made up of selfish assassins.There were a few rules, but the guild members trusted themselves more than these rules. The guild was held together not by rules but by its cell-like structure.The assassin remained silent. Johan demonstrated a simple technique, and a dagger appeared out of nowhere, astonishing the assassin.How?, . .Johan realized that there was no need for fisticuffs in the melee at the mansion. He had a hidden weapon at his waist.Now do you believe Ive encountered assassins before? I owe someone a favor and want to repay it. This is your last chance. Will you confess and seek forgiveness, or choose death? I wont ask again.. . .I will speak.
