The two sides who were originally in the confrontation turned their weapons at Narrator Jun in unison after Narrator Jun said this. It was as if time had stood still, and the birds in the woods chirped merrily, except for the occasional mechanical sound of the mine mules trying to balance themselves in the soft mud.

Both sides were nervously motionless. A glance at the form of the scene showed that the obviously well-armed soldiers had a great disadvantage, and the corpses scattered nearby could tell that most of them belonged to the side dressed in tatters. But there are too many people on the scene now.

"Hey, that brother is killing you, I'm just passing by and leave me alone." In the spirit of taking care of troublesome things, the narrator climbed into the mine mule after speaking, intending to leave. But at this moment, a female voice stopped him.

"Puppeteer over there, if you can save me, my father will be able to meet all your requests! As long as you kill them all! ”

The voice was made by a young woman hiding behind the carriage, the long skirt that was originally gorgeous and not inferior to the nobles of the empire was obviously high-end and had been stained with mud, and the woman stood up with her skirt in her hands. The yellow leather shoes were covered with mud, and the white stockings were scratched by the fall.

There is a noticeable redness and swelling on the knees, and the smooth skin that is young and wealthy and unexposed to the wind and sun is clearly in contrast to everyone around him. Her blonde hair was permed and curled, and she was draped behind him.

As the woman called for help, the bald head of the butler, apparently the butler, hurriedly followed, bowing to the narrator to show his master's rudeness. However, the crowd confronted them caused quite a stir because of this cry for help

"Mage!"

"How is that possible, but what kind of monster is that terrible spider."

"What then!"

"He's a mage, we can't beat him, and we don't have the money to buy him."

"If you can't fight, there are more than 200 of us, he can't kill them all!"

In the midst of the noise, a man who was relatively strong in the crowd stepped out, holding a short sword that was the only relatively weapon-like weapon in the group, and the others were holding hoes, sickles and other farm tools. The corpses scattered along the side of the road clearly indicate that the guards are armed with crossbow arrows and other equipment. Where is this group of bandits, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a mob.

The man inserted the short sword in his hand into the scabbard, made a local courtesy movement with both hands, put his right hand on his chest, put his left hand behind his back, and said after bending his waist slightly:

"This venerable mage, we are villagers of several villages in this vicinity, if you just want to pass by, please walk directly along the road and you will see a village. The lord can rest there. ”

This person who looked dressed in tatters had much better etiquette than the richly dressed aristocratic lady next door, and the narrator didn't want to think about it, so he drove the mine mule and turned around and wanted to leave. However, a large piece of mud flying in front of him snapped impartially on the face of the narrator, and then the hurried voice of the housekeeper came from his ears:

"Ah~ah~ Miss, I can't help it, he's the archmage who drives the puppet, and now the situation is very bad. Miss can't help it."

The young lady who was stopped was no longer reserved, and her eyes began to be full of tears for fear or other reasons, but it seemed to be a stubborn character, so she never cried, and the mud on her hands had already made a mess of the luxurious dress.

was held in the arms of the housekeeper and struggled to detain another piece of mud to smash the narrator Jun. According to common sense, any long-range weapon that wants to attack the narrator must first pass through the protective circle formed by the mechanical feet of the mine mule, and the mine mule does not have much merit, as it is only higher than the existence of the machine slave, this thing only has a little bit of electronic logic.

But his six legs are truly made of imperial steel, not delicate, but absolutely durable. The relatively powerful sensors and drives of the mine mule can quickly and accurately use the mechanical foot to block or break the collapsed rocks in the mine to protect the miners and themselves, but this piece of mud is too powerless to activate the mine mule's protection program.

Narrator-kun slowly wiped the mud off his face, his face, which was originally white and healthy, looked much more embarrassed because of the mud, and the synthetic fabric of the standard combat uniform was replaced with the same type of camouflage due to the splash of mud.

It makes the narrator look like he has been smashed all over his body by a piece of mud. The narrator-kun hovered on the edge of anger, ignoring the young lady and deciding to leave. However, there was a snap. Another lump of mud, which seemed to be stained with horse manure, once again hit the narrator's face accurately.

"I said you had no ......"

Smack! The third piece of mud directly covered the narrator's mouth, and the people around him, whether it was the nobleman's side or the mob's side, were all stunned. Only this young lady, who was dressed in a calm yellow courtesy, still did not give up, grabbed a piece of mud and threw it over. Finally, tears broke out

"If you don't save me, then kill me with your magic! Rather than being caught and insulted by this group of untouchables, it is better to die at the hands of the mage! ”

The lady who was finally stopped by the butler sat on her knees and cried, and the narrator, who finally breathed from the stormy mud attack, made up her mind to adjust the defensive sensitivity of the mine mule to the maximum, but she was not angry.

Giving up the idea of walking away, he was not in the mood anyway, and after wiping the mud off his face, he walked to the young lady and the butler who were crying on their knees, and the guards moved when the narrator approached, and the remaining guards of less than twenty people surrounded their master, one of them was a soldier with a strange helmet, and this helmet looked like an upside-down brush.

It was obviously the leader of this group, and he held a half-man-high shield, and he looked at the narrator and the young lady and said:

"This mage, my duty, please forgive me, even if you are respected as a mage, I can only apologize to you on behalf of my master, if you want to kill my master, then please be sure to step on our corpse."

"Loyalty is commendable, but if I really want to kill your master, even if a group of people on either side add you, it will probably be less than a minute."

After speaking, the narrator snapped his fingers, and the personal server that had been hovering next to him stretched out a relatively small Gauss pistol in the direction facing the ground, and after the lightning flashed, a huge tree surrounded by at least two people behind the guards fell down, and there was a little ignition in the middle of the trunk that was ignited by high-speed penetration.

The incomparably neat incision showed the power of the Gaussian bullet, which finally ran out of energy and dissipated into the air after piercing the three giant trees in the same straight line. The sound of the trees hitting the ground, and the astonished exclamations of the mob on the other side, made the guards look back at the trees that had been used as demonstrations.

When he was surprised by the power, his body involuntarily gave way to the narrator, no matter how loyal he was, before facing the absolute strength, the survival instinct of the creature reacted. The young lady, who was also frightened, stopped crying and sat down in the mud.

She held her head high, her long golden hair mixed with the dirt at the roots. The arteries in her snow-white neck that carry the source of life are clearly visible, showing that she is ready to face the end of her life.

"My lord! Master Mage, I beg you, just take away the life of the old decay, all of this is the old decay has no way to discipline it. Please, don't hurt Miss, she's still a child! ”

The butler, who had a handful of snot and a handful of tears, hugged the leg of the narrator, and a handful of snot and tears, seemed to want to use his weight to limit the speed of the narrator, and he did it, although his embarrassment caused the laughter of more than 200 people next door, and the nobles also had such a day.

"Don't rub your snot on my pants, old man, and I didn't say anything to do to this young lady. I just handed her a handkerchief. ”

The narrator disliked the butler's hand holding him, took out a handkerchief with the imperial logo from his pocket, and reached out to wipe the mud on his face for the girl who was in a mess and waited for death with her eyes closed. Then he shoved the handkerchief into the girl's hand. Squatting down, maintaining the same height as the girl, he said:

"So, let me deal with the problem now." After speaking, the narrator helped the girl up. Under the order of the narrator, the mine mule went to pick up the overturned carriage and began to repair it. After letting the maiden and the butler hide in the carriage, the guards confronted the mob once more.

A kitchen knife that seemed to be used to cut ingredients flew towards Narrator, but Narrator didn't dodge, and flicked the kitchen knife away casually, as if pulling away a leaf. This small gesture caused a flurry among the mob. Once again, the leader of the mob stepped forward.

"Grandpa Mage, please forgive her for her faux pas, her only son was stabbed to death alive by Viscount Bell's son as a target for sword training, and this lady may be the fiancée of that Viscount's son, she was so excited to see that you decided to help the nobleman." As the mob leader apologized to the narrator, a mob pulled a woman to the back of the crowd.

"My temper is actually not too good, this time even if I don't happen, but my patience is limited, I'm not here to kill, since this matter is destined for me to solve, I think the best way is to put this matter aside for now, and find a place to rest so that I can maintain the negotiations?"

"How can Grandpa Mage make sure that this woman doesn't run away?" The leader of the mob asked, glancing at the mine mule who was fastening the loop of the carriage to the protrusion of his chrysanthemum.

"I don't know why you call me a mage, but I believe you have seen my strength, let me put it this way, even if it is a mouse within a radius of more than ten kilometers, I can find it for you, and even if I really intend to let her go, I believe you have no ability to stop me, right."

"What Grandpa Mage said is extremely true, Grandpa Mage is humble, he can serve such a huge golem, although he is a wilderness villager, he also knows that only a super-grade mage with high mana can be so flexible." The strong man straightened up and pointed in the direction along the road

"There is a village in front of you, a temporary residence for the official contemptible, why don't you go with the mage master and these nobles?"

The giant man said as he made a color to the person next to him, and the person immediately understood what the giant man meant, and quickly divided the crowd into two, one after the other "guards" the carriage, and after Bai Jun did not agree to the word, he turned around like this, and got into the carriage of the noble lady, and his own mine mule was no longer able to sit.

As I walked, I thought that when I rebelled against the empire, it was because I was amazed by the corruption of the empire and the dominance of the privileged class, and now that I have helped the privileged people who also have the title of nobility, will I be ridiculed by those comrades-in-arms who died in battle on different planets. He is now even the captain of an Imperial warship. It's also interesting to mutiny after a mutiny. With that, he opened the door of the carriage with six pairs of wheels.

The narrator-kun was greeted by a noble lady who had already changed her clothes and washed her face. and the old butler, who was still covered in mud, the aristocratic lady lifted the newly changed blue dress and squatted slightly, saluted the narrator, and then gave way to the housekeeper, and the butler helped the narrator climb into the carriage.

The interior of the carriage is lavishly decorated. At first glance, it is very comfortable and soft, and the wooden sofa chairs are carved with artistic lines. A small mechanism like an imperial faucet connected to the water tank on the roof of the car, and the mess on the floor had been swept aside.

A small door next to it, slightly open, made visible of the dirty dress and a small bed large enough for one person to sleep in. The pink tone is obvious, and only this young lady is qualified to sleep. On the ceiling, a family crest carved with thorns, roses and dragon heads comes to life. After waiting for the narrator to sit down, the butler put down the partition that was used as a small table, and the noble lady sat opposite and said:

"I apologize once again for the previous faux pas, and please forgive the little girl for being unreasonable, honorable mage."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, except for the horse manure is a little disgusting. After all, I came from the army, and working with mud is a daily routine. On the contrary, the young lady threw it very accurately. ”

Narrator's nonsensical answer made the housekeeper and the young lady awkwardly silent together. The cleaned and dressed young lady looks really beautiful, and the narrator, who has lived for almost a century, still causes a little ripple in his heart. In my heart, I thought badly, "This chick looks like a good thief." The butler then said in order to alleviate the embarrassment:

"It turns out that the Lord is a mage from the army, no wonder he can serve like this..... An incredible golem. ”

"Oh, you said mine mules, I could make Dana a few hundred of them. One for you? Do you want? "Narrator-kun is a little sleepy, it is indeed the first time since landing on this planet that such a comfortable environment is indeed.

Compared to the cold cabins on the battleship, the temperature and environment on the planet are more comfortable. The carriage seems to be cooled with water to maintain the temperature inside the carriage, causing the narrator to be extremely sleepy after a tiring day. The casual truth was so surprising to the noble lady and the butler.

"You're telling the truth, if there's a partner with such skills, then I can give you everything you want on behalf of my country in exchange for that partner, or his skills." The aristocratic lady suddenly held the hand of the narrator tightly and said excitedly.

"Ahem! Cough! , Miss please pay attention to etiquette. ”

The butler pretended to cough and reminded the young lady, and the noble lady who let go of her hand blushed with a flush. But he still looked at Narrator Jun with firm eyes, and Narrator Jun couldn't help but scratch the back of his head with a wave of shame on his face, and he attached so much importance to the little girl who said something casually. At the same time, I thought about Danna's body that was more than 1,000 kilometers long, and immediately the heat on her body disappeared.

"Eh~~ Impossible, impossible, Dana has absolutely no way to join your country, wait, my country? Who the hell are you? ”

The narrator, who reacted, looked at the woman in front of him with a little surprise, he originally planned to come down to contact a humanoid creature who was good at talking, who knew that he would be able to meet a figure who should be a big figure so soon. Then, the narrator, who had a wicked smile directly on his face, completely dispelled his sleepiness, and said to the noble lady with his eyes as if he was looking at countless imperial gold coins:

"This young lady, maybe we can talk about business!"