So, this was one day.

It happened that night that Lulu La-la went into a bar, selling it, saying that he was going to look at luxury because he was making good money these days.

The bar was frozen and the atmosphere was good. I immediately took a big table because it was honeybees anyway. Overall, I ordered beer and skewers with low prices. That's why I was sitting here drinking so pleasantly, that the skewers tasted so great. The taste of fire and salt in the meat of monsters caught my taste buds. I even became completely fascinated by the cheap price of sheep, so I didn't even know how to count my pockets. If the Bondi menu is cheap, the quantity is a window. Transfers, tastes, and prices were dreamy bars.

The incident occurred at that time.

"Hey, out of the way."

When the intoxication started, the elders came into the Uruguayan bar. That was irrelevant, but it was irrelevant enough for one of them to yell at me.

"Can't you hear me? Get out of my way."

"Ha, what's this again."

When I think back to my memory of what I heard wrong with alcohol, I was right. A man with a well-trained body said to me with an unhappy expression.

First of all, the Buddha's face is also said three times. Not outdoors, not in the city, it was just a gangster son of a bitch. I was an adventurer, not a gangster (I don't know the difference, actually) so I decided to ask why.

"You moron... no, why should I step aside?"

"As you can see, there's not enough room."

He looked back at his group and said, Surely I took a big table and sat down, but if I did, 'Could you move in because you have a group?' It was good to ask. I was so furious that my head was dull that I explained as kindly as I could.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but isn't it your parents?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your mother died. Because I got knifed by an American motherfucker. That's why I said it wasn't enough. You only have a father."

He looks like he doesn't know what he's talking about in my instant protruding paddle, and he starts chewing on what I said. Then his face began to faint. I finally realized the meaning.

"Hey, you! Motherfucker!"

I was so unfamiliar with the way things turned out. Can't you think of what a pissed-off son of a bitch did?

"A duel! If you endure this insult, your pride as a Mutugar will not be tolerated!"

"Were you a Mutuga?"

Somehow, he didn't have a weapon in his waist.

It was a time when monsters would rejoice and the murderers in the back alley would hesitate. Whether it was a traveler or just a local market, it was all about one weapon in the garage. If there is an exception, are there Mutugas? They don't use weapons. Queek only uses Knuckles, Gauntlets, and Claw weapons.

I don't know why. It could be a religious reason, a physical reason, or a mental reason, but at least it didn't look like the idiot in front of his eyes was walking on Mutuga's path for that reason.

I followed him out of the bar. Then the men who were with him came out of Uruguay. Let's see, one, two, three. Five of them. All of them have no weapons. Did Mutu come out of the guild?

"Yes, duel... duel is good."

I pulled the knife without hesitation.

"Because you're a mutu, with your bare hands. I'm an adventurer, so I have a knife. Okay?"

"You coward! Fight justly!"

"You have to do as much bullshit as you can. Nine, you motherfucker."

Since I was aiming at the knife, the man who had just spit out his humiliation to a man who was a light-hearted man quickly became a gentle sheep. He holds the posture, but he never wins without a dizzy machete. He was just a sewer.

"Why, well."

"..."

"Well, cheeky. Do you have a complaint? If you have a complaint, you can ask your mother to buy you a knife! Fuckin 'mutu!"

It is not possible for a common swordsman to lose to a same-level Mutuga. Once a man without a weapon can never defeat a man with a weapon. The difference between basic damage and Richie is really big.

More damage is done with iron blades than with bones and muscles. It was a kind of dumb thing to follow up to the bleed deal. And the knife range was longer than just a punch.

That's common sense, but surprisingly, there were a lot of people who didn't know.

He looks around, sweating. I noticed why the group did not help themselves on the subject of the duel. I understand that the price is so high that I feel confident. But now that you've done this to me, I'm gonna have to pay for it.

You've earned your liquor value.If you knock it down and take away everything you have, it's OK.

Anyway, while thinking about whether to kill this son of a bitch, he suddenly screams out loud.

"You son of a bitch is ignoring Mutuga!!! Swordsman ignores Mutuga!!"

"What?"

Then, a group of people who had just been bypassing me immediately surrounded me. I stand against the wall with swift judgment. The complete siege is avoided, leaving three enemies at the front. It doesn't matter if it's three.

So the total number is five. A swipe of a sword will not allow you to enter.

But... oh?

"Well, what the fuck, you dickheads!"

I panicked and shouted. That number was not five. All the mooks who turned around heard the cries and the insides were gathering.

"The swordsman ignores Mutuga, so I can't just listen and move on."

"Is this it?"

"What did he say?"

"What son of a bitch ignores a Mutuga?"

"Hey! Bring all the bastards around!"

The situation immediately turned towards despair. I almost fell asleep in this rainbow dream. No, bubbles were already flowing out of my mouth. There were more than ten mooks gathering around with a single word of their brains.

"What are you guys! Get out of here!"

"Are you the swordsman who ignored the Mutu Guild?"

"What? Ignore what guild? All I ignored was the one behind you!"

These bastards are all guild bastards!

In fact, I needed to join the [Mutuga Guild] to become a Mutuga. A sense of solidarity or belonging? Is everyone running to help because their guild kid is in crisis? Wow, you fucking thugs!

"It doesn't matter. The Swordsman ignored Mutuga, but we can't just hold on. It's a matter of pride."

"Hey, hey...! Fuck you! It's a one-on-one fight! A duel, duel! Don't you know duel?! Fuck off, you irrelevant bastards!"

Pride is a bitch! There are more than ten of them coming right now to scold one of them! If this fills your pride, I'll fill your pride with gangbangers, you bastards! I didn't say.

Because it seemed like a real search.

"Didn't you ignore Mutuga first?"

"Asshole! That's because that son of a bitch robbed me first! That has nothing to do with the pattern! You're not a gangster. You're coming to Ururu because it's time to get beaten up first? Is that all your pride is?"

"No matter what you say, it doesn't change the fact that Mutu insulted the guild members in front of us."

The one who seemed to be the leader of the Mutufa didn't make any sense.

"Degiaas!!!!!"

So I was struck by muscular elbows, just as I was struck by a dog on a blessed day. That's why I'm in a relief monastery now.

"Ah... fuck..."

1 silver of therapeutic fertilizer went out. My whole body trembled with rage. In front of their overwhelming head count and ruthless strikes, my knife was just a toy knife. I stopped Cityguard from taking his fortune until he desperately stopped papermaking, but I couldn't stop him enough to be a slut.

You can't beat a Karden man with your bare hands. Similarly, individuals can never win a group. I would have been able to slaughter a dog if it was 1: 1. But when it comes that way, even with a knife, it can't be much.

"Are you feeling better now?"

The heaven-haired nun who was walking on my heels asked me so. It was a world fantasy, but the big scar was instantly recovered on the heels included in the one-silver price. Fortunately, the puppies didn't just use articulators, they just used strikers... Well, that was the end of it.

"Oh, there's still a bit of pain..."

"More treatments are at an extra cost..."

"Wow, all of a sudden I'm better. Do you mind if I go back?"

"I will support you."

I came out with the nun's support. Well, that's good. There is nothing wrong with the body. Unlike the Krashheim Alchemist's Guild Ten Puppies selling the Decommissioning Year in two silver, the Relief Monastery branch of Isvant boasted of its own reasonable price.

She supports me to the outside and shakes her hand with a wide smile.

"Come again!"

Come again, you fucker.

Don't you mean to be beaten and crushed again?

"Ah... fuck, you son of a bitch..."

I walked out of the monastery with a depressed face.

Above all, my pride was greatly wounded by the moot. In fact, I've been living in disregard of Mutugas ever since. My sense is that there's no good in this harsh world for those who don't even have a knife. I don't have enough body aches because I've been beaten by such people.

One-to-one wins. But, uh...

"This is why the group is important."

Affiliation. Yes. 'Belonging' is important. Even those bastards became one within the framework of the 'Mutu Guild' and didn't give me a beating. There is no need for such a group. Neither does the church; neither do the robbers touch the church people. At the moment of touching, the Crusaders, the Temple Warriors, the Divine Investigators, know that they are swarming like bees.

The Adventurer Guild is like an intermediary that takes away simple work. It's not very helpful. Why don't you join my religion this time? Gumi's story is interesting, but there were so many constraints in the Church that there were many benefits. It will not be right for me to yearn for freedom.

"Hmm?"

It was time to go back to the inn like that.

[Inspection Guild Farrell Dawg]

A magnificent building with a large knife is in sight.

Underneath the sign was written an examination guild.

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