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Elves of Alfheim244? Elves of Alfheim #4
The place where Kalidur was supposed to meet with the elven envoys of Alfheim was a tavern called Serpian, located near the East Gate.
I finally found the store after asking around with people under the scorching sun with Luna. As soon as I opened the door and stepped inside, I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, which made me reach out.
Bam!
At the same time, something flew towards me. To be precise, it would be a good expression to say that it pounced on Luna, who was standing defenseless next to me.
So I raised my palm absentmindedly to block it, but when I came to my senses, I saw that it was a person.
A person is flying and rolling on the floor.
“What is it, Sval?”
Originally, the bars of this world were rumored to be places where there were many fights and opportunities for a quick buck. I knew that, but when people encounter such a sudden situation, they are bound to feel embarrassed.
While Luna and I were dumbfounded by this unexpected greeting, a large man standing in the middle of the tavern spoke cheerfully.
“This is a bronze tier adventurer. Is this the average for fighters on this continent? How weak. How weak. I can’t even relax like this.”
The man was about the same size as me.
And his head is a shorn gray, with pointed ears and a gray robe hanging over his body, and underneath he wears light leather armor and strangely patterned ornaments hanging around his waist and chest.
I could tell for sure that they were the messengers of Alfheim that I was supposed to meet, since their appearance was somewhat familiar to me.
I came here with a light heart, but I didn’t know they would cause such trouble.
“Dermode, how can you blow people away like that?”
“Oh, I see. I had to follow the rules here. But I didn’t think I would be this weak.”
Next to the giant, who was awkwardly scratching the back of his head, there was a woman sitting askew on a chair and watching the scene.
Not quite as tall as Kalidur or the giant man, but still quite short for a woman, with ash-colored hair. Her ears are also pointed.
“… .”
Next to him, an elf man, a head shorter than me, was sipping a glass. As Kalidur had said, there were three of them.
The giant man is probably the mode of collapse.
The woman with short hair is Mimir of the Circulation.
And the man quietly drinking must be named Daltor the Lightning.
I took a good look at the elf guys, recalling the story that Kalidur had mentioned before. Then I asked them.
“Are you envoys from Alfheim?”
The one who answered was the giant elf Dermod, who was still smiling curiously at his surroundings as if his body was still not fully relaxed.
“Yes. Who are you? Are you someone who would like to test the power of this body’s secret power on your own body?”
“No, I am not that person. I am someone who came in Kalidur’s place at his request.”
“Kalidurra. Indeed, sending someone instead means you have rejected our offer. We have nothing to discuss with you. We will kill the sorceress as planned.”
What the heck, Sval.
The case ended without me even having to say anything. The request failed like this? That would be a huge stain on my adventurer career, which was about to be promoted to Silver Tier.
“Still, I think it would be good for you to hear the story at least once.”
“The little monk Dermode does not listen to the weak. If you want to make the little monk listen to you, try to subdue him with force.”
Buzz, buzz-.
I felt the surroundings being greatly shaken by Dermode’s story.
“Are you fighting again?”
“How many of them is this already? Damn, is it okay for me to lose to those aliens like this?”
Judging by the reactions of the people, this guy named Dermode seems to have already defeated several adventurers and fighters. He really is an outrageous person.
Since most elves originally had this kind of personality, it wasn’t much different for me. As expected, Elfriede was the standard elf and Kalidur was an irregular.
Then someone says,
“Wait a minute, that’s the black hair and club, bronze tier of the Mars Guild. Isn’t that Hassan of Samaria?”
“Is that right? If it’s Hassan of Samaria, then he’s the guy who rescued the adventurers from the abyss.”
“If we do this well, won’t we be able to squeeze those guys’ noses?”
A few people noticed my identity and started to catch wind here and there. The eyes and atmosphere of the people who had been filled with fear just a moment ago felt a little warmer.
Maybe it was because of the atmosphere, or maybe it was because of the smell of alcohol that filled the bar, but I felt a little tipsy even though I hadn’t taken a sip of alcohol.
“Hassan! Show me the power of the Gaia continent!”
“No, if you look at it strictly, that guy is also an alien species-.”
“Still, brave Samaritans are better than show-off elves.”
“That’s true.”
Dermode, who had been looking at the drunkards who had started cheering him on with rather empty eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
“Savages of the Black Wilderness. They seem like better opponents than these poor continentals. Then, may I ask for a lesson?”
Swish-.
This man, Dermod, put one hand on his waist and turned the back of his hand toward me.
The way it was shaking and shaking reminded me of the fight with Kalidur last night.
Gooooo-.
A strange aura emanates from the guy.
This feeling of my skin tingling. Normally, I would have thought it was my nerves reacting too much due to tension, but what I was feeling now was actually different from that.
Is this the guy’s aura? Aura? Mana? Either way, it was clear.
However, compared to Kalidur, who was like a sharp blade, this felt like a fight worth taking on.
It’s just my guess, but this guy is probably not as good as Kalidur.
Of course, it was certain that he was a strong man of similar size to me, so I couldn’t let my guard down.
In the end, is it going to take a show of force to get these guys to the negotiating table?
“Hassan, are you okay? Should I help you?”
“No, then the picky elves won’t approve. I’ll fight alone. Instead, hold this.”
I handed the club on my waist to Luna. Dermode frowned slightly at that sight and opened his narrow eyes.
“Putting down your weapon? Why would you use it? I wanted to fight the barbarian with all my might.”
“If it’s a weapon, it’s here.”
I clench and unclench my gauntleted palms. Then I repeat, as plausibly as I can, the lines Hippolyta has said to me many times.
“A warrior’s body becomes a weapon wherever it goes.”
“Excellent. Then go for it. Or, would you like me to go first?”
“Even if you don’t say it-.”
I looked around quickly. I saw a fork hanging precariously from the table next to me, threatening to fall. I grabbed it and quickly threw it at the guy.
Whether it was because my agility stat had increased or because all the effort I had put in was having a big effect, the fork flew towards the guy at high speed.
Shae-aah-.
It literally cuts through the air like an arrow or a bullet, heading towards the guy’s broad forehead.
“It’s a secret, but it’s an obvious trick. This is bait, and the main point is-.”
I kicked the guy’s leg at the same time I threw the fork at him. With just one leap, I was able to close the distance and land right in front of him.
Kwaaaaak.
When the gauntlet screamed, he swung his clenched fist towards the guy’s face-.
“This must be the fist.”
As the guy’s voice came out clearly, something struck my fist hard from above.
Pot-.
Then, my body began to tilt greatly, and my head and upper body fell forward as if I was falling. Without missing that moment, something like a huge force headed towards my face.
It was Dermode’s knee. This guy was trying to make me tilt forward and then kick me in the face with his knee to win the fight.
“Hatsan-!”
Someone calls my name. It’s probably Luna. Just before Dermode’s knee touches my face.
“You’ve been there once, kid.”
I put strength into my legs, as if to lean my body further forward, which was leaning towards the guy.
Pabat-.
So my body was propelled forward like a sprinter starting with a crouching start.
“What, what the-!?”
My shoulder then shoved the giant elf hard in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.
The guy seemed to be very flustered and tried to break free from my restraints, but no matter how fast or agile he was, it was useless since he was already caught like this.
I climbed on top of the guy and just punched him in the head.
bang-!
“Ugh-!”
Dermode let out a scream that was almost like a death knell. Of course, my fist just grazed past his ear and made a hole in the tavern floor.
“Well, here you are dead once. You have to pay for the floor repairs.”
“This, this can’t be happening….”
Dermode blinked, as if he couldn’t believe his defeat.
It was at that very moment. As I lowered my head, feeling the back of my head getting cold, something quickly passed over my head and slammed into the opposite wall.
Diririring-.
It was a fork. Someone had thrown a fork at me, just like I did.
“Do you have eyes in the back? Avoid them? You’re pretty good at it.”
I heard a woman’s voice, and it seemed that a short-haired woman named Mimir had thrown a fork at the back of my head.
Sval, how did I avoid that? Did avoiding Hippolyte’s fist for a month really work? I have to pay next month too.
“Anyway, I won.”
So that’s why Kalidur said he imitated Dermod’s Dark Fist. Maybe that snobby little brat had anticipated this situation.
“Then let’s sit down and talk.”
“This, this is impossible… This body is the tip of Mother’s spear, Dermode. This is impossible for a mere Bronze Tier adventurer-.”
The giant elf, Dermod, seemed incredulous at the fact that he had been defeated by me.
The fact is that everyone around them, who had been watching this match half-heartedly until just a moment ago, now empty their glasses in excitement.
“You look great, you little brat!”
“You elves, if you keep bragging about being big and strong, that’s what’s going to happen to you.”
“Wow, that was a really intense fight. I don’t even know what happened.”
It was so noisy around me that my ears started to hurt, but it didn’t bother me at all because it seemed like everyone was praising me.
Because it gave me a vivid feeling that I had defeated a guy higher level than me with my own strength, not with the power of necromancy or some strange grace.
Ssuk-.
I woke up the giant elf who seemed to have lost his mind. When I grabbed his wrist, letters appeared along with the artificial sound effect of Ding-ing as usual.
『Name: Dermode lv. 31
Condition: Broad forehead》Thin hair》Seborrheic scalp》
The guy was level 31. He was an adventurer who had just reached the silver tier. Could it be said that I was lucky and had good circumstances to defeat him?
What’s this Subal? It has all three elements of hair loss.
Suddenly this guy started to look really pitiful.
I feel like a really bad guy.
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“Dermode. Things got messed up because you lost like an idiot.”
Mimir, the short-haired elf girl, grumbles as she stuffs a sausage into her mouth. Dermod can only frown and touch his forehead.
“You did your best, sir. You were just a little careless. When you mentioned Kalidur’s name, I should have expected you to have experience with Alfheim’s martial arts.”
“It’s all your fault. If this had been a real fight, you would have died. There’s no second chance.”
“I sympathize. Anyway, you said Hassan of Samaria? That was quite a brave performance. I never thought there would be a warrior as great as him on this continent of Gaia.”
Actually, I wasn’t a warrior from the Gaia continent. The Samaritans were barbarians from the dark continent across the sea.
Of course, I wasn’t a Samaritan, but I don’t necessarily say that.
“More than that, what the heck is this?”
Mimir, a short-haired elf girl who frowns deeply.
Next to that guy, Luna is smiling while braiding his hair here and there.
“The elves’ hair is all shiny and beautiful! They’re so pretty!”
“Really? I appreciate that, but my ears and hair are erogenous zones. Don’t touch them carelessly. They make me hot in many ways. I’m half turned on right now.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
Luna awkwardly pulls her hand away in embarrassment.
I’ve spent quite a bit of time with Luna, but this was the first time I’ve seen her give up so easily, so I was quite taken aback.
Mimir, the elf woman, said, stroking her own hair and straightening it.
“So, Samaritan. We sat at the same table like this to keep our promise. In fact, our policy has not changed. Since we know that damned, no, Elfriede’s location is here, we can’t delay even a single day.”
“Not even a day?”
“No. We have to catch him and transport him tonight. That’s the deal.”
“transaction?”
“What, didn’t Kalidur tell you something like that? Elfriede is not free. According to the laws of this kingdom, she has been stripped of her status. She will be sentenced to death or slavery.”
“Elfriede-.”
I couldn’t continue speaking.
Death penalty or slavery.
This was a sentence given only to the greatest criminals in this world.
For example, the reason why I, Hassan, who set fire to the Deathros Arena, ended up becoming Elfriede’s slave was because of that.
But the guy who seemed the least likely to receive such a punishment was sentenced to death.
That made me realize how great a sin Elfriede’s act of setting fire to the World Tree was. It couldn’t have been simple arson.
“Huh, death penalty? Slavery? Do you think you can punish that guy with something so soft? The people of the kingdom are soft.”
Of course, this elven woman named Mimir spoke as if even such a sentence was light. After all, there are cases where being sentenced to slavery can lead to freedom like me.
“So, savage. Tell Kalidur well. The event will be held tonight. And, tell Kalidur to stop flying and do his duty. Mother is watching with fiery eyes.”
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