The next day, the roof of a laneway in the town.

Xavier had been basking in the sun all morning, and with a cup of special fruit tea in his hand, he crouched on the edge of the roof and waited for the battle below.

When the sun moved overhead, two groups of people arrived at the scene.

"Well, two mercenary squads. It's all rookies......" Xavier looked at the two teams above and muttered, "Although finding the right position can take them away with a flaming hand, it always feels too bad." ”

"It's better to wait until they're done fighting and then take the target."

In Xavier's time of contemplation, the battle on the ground had already begun—though it was a bickering first, so fierce that it could frighten even a blind man.

Several men, tall and short, of various sizes, looked at each other menacingly, their hands on the side of their weapons as if demonstratively.

"This thing was obviously found first!"

"Fart, we've already found out where it is. It's you who don't follow the rules and cut off our goal! ”

"Huh? The wicked sue first? "The big brother with the knife on one side has already begun to roll up his sleeves.

"Don't scream, who is the wicked? You're the one who you are, don't spew blood! The strong man on the other side was also unable to show weakness, and scolded loudly in the past, and even Xavier could see the reflection of the saliva squirting.

Xavier sighed as he watched the battle between the two sides become more and more boring and trended towards a 'rebound', and glanced at the scorching midday sun above his head.

He picked up a light crossbow and gently pulled the trigger at the stupidest-looking savage.

It was obviously not difficult to aim at such a large man, and in the blink of an eye, a splash of blood splattered from his body.

", who shot me!" The shirtless barbarian, revealing his knotted muscles, covered his wounds, his eyes staring viciously at the ranger with a short bow in the back of the opposite side, and he didn't even notice whether he had an arrow or a crossbow in his arm. Just like that, he pulled out the giant axe and rushed towards the 'enemy who wounded him' with a shout, "Do you want to fight?" Then hit! Anyway, if I can't hand over this task, I have to drop my fingers, so I might as well fight with you. Above! ”

In an instant, the situation in the roadway became chaotic. Xavier crouched on the roof, drinking tea over the fight below.

The strong man slashed at the hand of the big brother with a knife, leaving a deep wound and a blood flower. The latter roared angrily in pain, and returned the knife to the strong man, which slashed right in his chest.

Maybe this is the competition between rookie adventurers, and any knife can cost the other party's half life. This is especially true if one of the parties has a caster.

One of the team's female spellcasters stood behind and shot an ice blade towards the center of the battle, and the sharp ice hit the target, shattering and stabbing her opponent's blood.

"The only woman...... Well. That's the goal... Looks like a warlock. Xavier finished his tea, stood up and stretched, he planned to wait for the battle to be almost over, jump down and put on a sleep, take the secondary magic item from Aloy Heck's mission, which should be the magic bag, and then run away.

The battle below progressed quickly, with both sides quickly wounding themselves and the other, and even the sorceress standing behind was shot in the abdomen by the crossbowman's cold arrow.

Xavier patted his cloak, pulled up his hood to cover his face, and jumped off. A stroke of sleep spell enveloped the crowd of melee fighters who were in a ball of battle and covered in blood. The two sides who were still fighting instantly became partners in the same bed, fell to the ground, and slept without regard to the wounds.

Only the Warlock, who was standing a little farther away, was clutching her belly, struggling to get up and look at Xavier approaching her.

"Are you...... Who! Why is it here! The sorceress spoke, her voice feeling familiar to Xavier.

"A passing robber." Xavier said casually, "Alright, give me the thing you have in your hand, and you're good to go." ”

"No... This is the goal of our mission...... It's up to you, if you can't hand in the task, our team will be disbanded......! ”

"Tsk," Xavier smacked, "that's troublesome." Then you can only use the hard one..."

He drew a bayonet sword at his waist, which he had bought at the weapons store last night while shopping. As a former thief, it always feels bad to have no cold weapons in your hands.

Although it can be regarded as a loss of power now, there are no various bonuses of thieves. But the skills are still there, and it's no problem to stun a little warlock.

Xavier swung his sword and struck her.

It seems that the range of movement is too large, and the hood slips down.

"Norberto... Mr? "Before fainting, the sorceress—oh, Nair looked at Xavier's face and collapsed with reluctance and doubt.

"Ah...... It's really fateful goodbye. Xavier stood in front of the fainting Nair and untied the magic bag she was hanging from her waist, "This mission is almost complete... It's time to go back. ”

"Stop."

As Xavier lowered his hand, put away the cloth bag he had taken from Nair, and was about to lift his feet to leave, he heard a magnetic, male and female voice.

Aloy Heck.

The voice seemed to—no, there was some kind of magic in it. Xavier had to stop.

"My mission is to bring back her corpse, have you forgotten?"

"Now, kill her. Use your sword to make a good bayone. ”

The dwarf Dark Elf stood on the rooftop, right where Xavier had just sit, staring at him condescendingly.

Xavier's hand moved involuntarily, and he held the bayonet sword, piercing Nair's heart. Blood gushed out, stained with the sword, and splattered onto his cloak.

"Well, that's good. Take her back with it, and that's the end of our mission. Although there are some minor flaws, it is well done. Aloy Heck looked satisfied, and walked briskly away on the roof.

"......" Xavier looked at Aloy Heck's distant back, his eyes sank. He looked down at Nair's body, her face still showing disbelief.

"Really, it's pretty unpleasant—" He bent down and slipped Nair's body into the storage bag he had gotten.

"Even though it's just a passerby, and I don't even remember her face, it's still, pretty upset......" Xavier muttered, ignoring the wounded lying on the ground, and went back with a straight face.

[Tick.] 】

["The Beginning of Destiny (1)"

As a newcomer to this world, you obviously have a lot of doubts. Although the owner of the Clock Tavern, Aloy Heck Ruller, is kind to you, there are signs that he has something else in mind.

Oh, and he can even control your movements.

For your own safety and for your future, please investigate. Adventurer. 】

[Objective: Find out what Aloy Heck Ruhler wants for you.] 】

【Rewards:

Unblock the "Wanderer" class and gain a corresponding class level.

A small amount of experience. 】