Thor stepped forward and looked at the kobold, who called himself "Ketuma". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was less than a meter tall and stood straight in front of several people, with a dog's head and a slender tail like a rat's tail.

The eyes were like lit torches, glowing red, and covered with brick-red scales, and Thor caught two small, thin, short horns on the kobold's forehead.

Thor remembers that Morey said that kobolds were rumored to have been born to the dragon god Ancarras and an evil witch who believed in darkness, Asmanila, who gave birth to kobold monsters because his real body was a terrifying three-headed hound.

The horns on the kobolds' heads are also seen as dragon horns, which symbolize their Ankaras bloodline.

However, Morey only told this as a joke at first, and the people on Wotan usually joked about the kobold by having dragon blood, after all, there was not even a shadow of a dragon in the whole of Wotan, let alone some ancient legends such as Ancaras.

"It's rude for you to stare at me like this, sir—" Kobold Ketuma propped up his body with a knight's rappier almost about his height, and looked at Thor with displeasure, and though he was unhappy with Thor's rude gaze, he was still polite and used an honorific title.

But it seemed even stranger to Saul, a kobold who was always polite, and oh my God, he really wanted to know if he was in the sewers of Worms now.

The pungent stench reawakened him, and the sound of "tick-tock" water in the dark corridors told Thor that they were still trapped in the vast and complex labyrinthine sewers.

Perhaps out of habit in his previous life, dissatisfied with Ketuma, Thor subconsciously looked away and said, "Ahhh ”

The air fell silent for a second.

Then, as if the switch of some trap had been turned on, the dwarf kobold on the ground bounced up as if it were electrocuted, and its tattered but washed white coarse clothes were lifted behind him, and Ketuma rushed to Thor in one step, grabbed his hands, and even the knight's thin sword "ding" and fell to the ground.

Everyone was startled, the kobold was unusually fast, and Thor barely saw how he rushed in front of him.

"Whoa—"

"Your Excellency!"

"Wait—Kratos!" a loud shout and knife drawing rang out from the sewers between the lightning and flint.

Ketuma didn't know how much danger his actions had brought to it, ignoring Malten's meaningless shouts, Kratos's great blade was already unsheathed, and if Thor hadn't stopped it, the sharp blade would have slashed at it like lightning.

"What did you just say to Ketuma——!?" The kobold didn't seem to be aware of the danger that threatened his life a moment ago, but grabbed Thor tightly, and his eyes were as wide as two red flames, staring at Thor and shouting:

"You just said sorry to Ketuma—— oh my God," it said in a non-standard Wotan language, still sounding a bit like a puppy barking, its slender tail waging back and forth like a normal puppy when it was happy.

As soon as he got closer, Thor smelled a smell like a soaked water dog, although the kobold in front of him was dry, but there was such a smell that rushed into his nose, as if a pool of turbid stagnant water suddenly appeared in front of him, which immediately made people feel disgusted.

"No one has ever been so polite to Ketuma except the teacher—" The kobold said as if to himself, staring at Thor with wide eyes, "though Ketuma has always been chivalrous and respectful—no one has ever respected Ketuma equally!"

Thor was a little embarrassed by its staring, and wanted to avoid it, but reached out to scratch his face but found that his hands were tightly grasped by the other party, Kratos silently stepped forward and stood beside Thor with the knife in his hand still unsheathed, staring coldly at Ketuma on the side, as if the short kobold was very dangerous.

Ketuma ignored Kratos's tall figure, his eyes could not hold anyone but Thor, and he looked deeply at Thor again, then let go of his hands and turned his back to Thor, a rat tail swaying.

It stooped down to pick up the knight's rapier on the ground, gently wiped the handle with the corner of the whitened rag it had washed, and then rolled over and threw itself into the small corner where it had appeared.

"Hey, hey, hey—" After a few gasps, Ketuma came out again, and at this time, the knight's sword of the same height as it had been returned to its sheath, and it was tied to its back with hemp rope, and the arm-length thin sword of an ordinary person became a real long sword for it.

"Uh......" Sol didn't know what to say in the face of this strange kobold, but before he could speak, Ketuma Shiran came over, knelt on one knee, and gently put his right hand with sharp claws on his left shoulder, lowered his head and said to Sol in a cheerful tone:

"Dear sir, Ketuma wants to repay you, as long as you make a request, Ketuma is willing to do his best to complete it, all in order to repay your respect for Ketuma. ”

Thor had a hesitant look on his face, a little incredulous at the strange kobold's sudden promise of a "return", he never thought that an apology could be exchanged for the other party's reward.

Looking back at Malten, who knew Worms best at the moment, Thor wanted to hear the fat merchant's opinion.

However, Mal Teng's face was also full of hesitation, obviously unable to make a judgment on the strange kobold in front of him, although it is common sense that no one should be trusted in the sewers, but Mal Teng himself has never been to the sewers.

Seeing that the merchant could not give a suitable opinion, Thor gritted his back molars, and finally crouched down as if he had made up his mind, and gently helped the kobold Ketuma up, but he was facing a pair of big eyes full of emotion.

"You've actually - you actually helped Ketuma up - oh my God, Ketuma has never seen you...... I've never seen someone as polite as you-"

Thor's mouth tilted involuntarily, and he complained to himself, "Indeed, I've never seen a kobold like you—" Although this was also the first time Thor had seen a kobold.

It's just that Ketuma is completely different from the cruel and filthy kobold image described by Morey, and the inherent impression of kobolds in his heart makes Thor always have a trace of not being able to fully believe Ketuma in front of him.

But he had no choice but to continue wandering aimlessly down the sewers, not knowing what danger he would encounter, and besides, it would be interesting if he ran into his pursuers in the middle of the round.

So Thor had no choice but to say to the kobold, "Ketuma—huh?"

"Yes, my lord—will Ketuma be lucky enough to know your name?"

"Oh yes, my name is Thor-"

"Oh my God, Lord Thor!"

Thor, who was very helpless at the kobold with a strange tone and slightly pompous behavior, grinned bitterly and said earnestly: "Ketuma, are you familiar with this place, can you take us out?"

"Of course I know, Ketuma lives here!" said the dwarf kobold, thumping his chest.

"Go out, where to go out?" and then he snapped his head and came to his senses, "Yes, it must be to the earth, and a person like Lord Thor must be from the earth." He said as he pointed with his little finger pointing upwards.

"No problem—Ketuma will definitely send you back to the ground, don't worry, leave it to Ketuma!"