I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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The mercenaries couldn’t come to their senses when they saw what Philip had done.

What kind of monster is an ogre?

Called the nightmare of mercenaries, it was a fear on the road that preyed on countless travelers and mercenaries, and it was a monster powerful enough to require an outside subjugation in the countryside, where only the knights were the lord’s family.

Even if he caught just one troll alone, he was called a troll slayer and had a reputation for fame, but he knocked out an ogre that was twice as strong as that one, so it was hard to imagine how strong Philip was at the level of mercenaries.

The mercenary captain, the mercenary Butom, who was called ‘Bald Butum’, looked at Philip in a cold sweat.

‘… An academy instructor?’

Butum, who had a lot of knowledge, was able to guess at least a rough estimate of Philip’s level.

A long time ago, while participating in a monster subjugation operation in a forest called Darkwood, he saw a fairly famous knight commander in his late thirties kill an ogre after a battle that lasted several minutes.

‘So you’re saying I’m stronger than the knight commander at that time?’

―As expected, I think the taste of being stabbed by a large monster is the best. I mean people are too soft.

Meanwhile, Philip listened to Neria’s whispers and pondered whether he should really strengthen her. If you just listened to what he said, if you made a mistake, a rare magic sword might be born.

Lua’s eyes deepened a bit as if she had realized something through the battle Philip had shown her. Usually boys and girls of that age, as well as adults, the more intense and shocking the experience was, the more deeply it was left in their heads.

“Let’s pack up and leave soon.”

Rizriel finally came to her senses and gave instructions to the porters and mercenaries.

“Everyone get organized. It’s time to move. Did you see? As long as a dragon doesn’t appear, there’s no need to worry about monsters.”

The party immediately organized the place where they stayed and continued their journey. The Bottom Mercenaries were able to sigh and open their mouths only after Philip entered the carriage.

“… It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like that. Leader.”

Owen, the youngest of the mercenaries, whispered to Butum. Captain Bottom gave him a terrifying glare and warned in a low voice.

“You bastard, just in case, don’t even think of anything strange. People like that live in a different world than we do. The moment you try to get close to me and get something, you will die like a bug.”

As an experienced mercenary, Butom knew how ruthless and brutal the noble race could be. Although he was kind to the people of his territory, he did not like mercenaries like himself.

Of course, he was armed with a sword and an ax, so he couldn’t be treated carelessly like that, but anyone who had been a mercenary for a long time would know that he wasn’t treated as the same person.

“What do you think I did? I haven’t even spoken a word yet.”

Owen grumbled.

“It sucks. Do I look sick?”

Bottom gave Owen a blow to the head and hurried on.

But he didn’t know that the problem wasn’t Owen, the youngest.

‘… Shall we give it a try?’

Butm didn’t notice that Marsha, the only female member of the mercenaries, was staring at Philip’s carriage with strange eyes.

That night.

The group set up camp for camping in a basin that looked relatively safe.

About five porters occupied a large tent, and the VIP tent was basically for two people.

Rizriel slightly glared at Privia, who suddenly shared the same tent, and then hurriedly averted her gaze when her eyes met.

‘Why are you afraid of that woman?’

It was strange. It’s a little sharp, but it’s clear that it’s a beautiful woman, but strangely, I couldn’t look straight into the eyes.

“Why?”

It was Freevia who acted like an old person for a long time, but Rizriel couldn’t even ask why.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Are you dissatisfied with being with me? You must have wanted to be held in that child’s arms.”

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Suddenly, words that were tantamount to verbal violence flew in. Lizriel quickly shook her head.

“What are you talking about!”

“Or not, why do you have a temper? Go to sleep.”

Privia looked at Rizriel as if she was cute, then took off her robe and started changing clothes. Lizriel sighed alone for a moment, then let out a deep sigh.

There didn’t seem to be any malice towards Privia, and since Philip was a woman he served like a master, there was no way to cause friction.

‘By the way, the body… It’s pretty.’

Rizriel observed Freevia as if possessed. Rather than being s*xually attractive, it was a body with beautiful lines.

Privia felt that gaze and turned her head and pointed at her chest.

“Would you like to touch it?”

“no.”

Feeling like a toy, Lizriel hurriedly changed her clothes and got into her sleeping bag. As I closed my eyes and went to sleep, Freevia’s laughter tickled my ears.

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The next day, like the previous day, was a series of moves and moves.

“… You have to prepare slowly. He’ll probably come up with some tricks today.”

Rizriel drove the wagon with a lot of tension. Philip hadn’t told her about Cassler Murella, so the ignorant woman poked her head out like a meerkat and looked around closely.

“… Hmm.”

Lua continued to yawn. It was because he had chatted with Philip until dawn the night before. Unlike Philip, who recovers his stamina after only a few hours of sleep, her recovery was slow as she hadn’t built up her aura yet.

Watching her doze while leaning her head on Philip’s shoulder and waking up when the carriage rattled, Privia let out a small laugh.

“It looks like the lady went for a walk last night. hahahaha.”

The commander-in-chief cracked a joke. Philip smiled and nodded.

“I actually did some walking.”

“If you don’t mind, may I ask how your relationship is?”

“This is a child I personally sponsor. I don’t know what will happen later.”

The general was a very good person in dealing with people. His tone was also calm and pleasant, and he had a knack for not making the other person uncomfortable.

As Philip was chatting with him, Lizriel’s urgent cry rang in Philip’s ears.

“Everyone stop! Stop!”

It seemed like something urgent had happened. Philip got out of the carriage and soon saw a group of armed men approaching from the west.

The sight of dust rising like a cloud and the sound of horses hooves trampling on the meadow created tension between the party.

They all rode horses and were well armed, making them look like noblemen’s privates.

Soon, they came to a position where they could attack the ascending if they made up their mind, and soon the one in the lead drove a war horse and stood in front of Rizriel.

“Who are you?”

Lizriel asked the rider wearing the helmet without looking frightened.

“Please cooperate for a moment. I am a vassal knight under the command of the Marquis of Veronche, and I was recently dispatched here due to an unfortunate event near Elpenia Forest. It’s such a disgraceful thing to capture a good elf by force and sell it as a slave.”

“We are on our way to Elpenia Forest, but we are not slave hunters. It belongs to Yousef Corporation, and was carrying trade items for the annual promised trade.”

The rider looked at Philip and the others. There was nothing particularly suspicious about him. Lizriel, who seemed to be the representative of the party, was a bit young to be in charge of such an upsurge, but as she said, it wasn’t so strange if she belonged to the Yousef Company.

It is a fact that everyone in the know knows that the direct descendant of the Youssef family is still young.

At first glance, a handsome young man who looked like an aristocrat, two beautiful women, and even a young girl were looking at him with sparkling eyes, so it was hard to think that they were a heinous criminal group.

The tough mercenaries were an exception as they were the ones who would hire them if they went up.

“… Is that so? Excuse me for this. We wish you a safe journey.”

As soon as the rider tried to back away, someone from among his group stepped forward.

“Wait, Lord Setian. You can’t just send it like this. In case you don’t know, how about checking?”

The one who came out was a man whose face was covered with a robe.

“Calver. Are you sure? What do you mean? You’ve already blocked their way, so are you going to be more rude here?”

The rider called Lord Setian expressed his doubts.

“It will take a while. kyung. This is probably the first time you’ve had anything like this, but slave hunters will do anything to avoid suspicion. Besides, they are nobles, of course, but isn’t there a law that says nobles shouldn’t hunt elves?”

It was as if he was convinced that Philip and the others were elven hunters. The man in the robe, called Calver, hurriedly lowered his head when he met Rizriel’s uncomfortable gaze.

“Ah, the words have become too strong. Sorry, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that it’s good to be sure about anything. If you don’t mind, can our mage use the detection magic just once? Then I won’t bother you any more.”

Lizriel sighed and nodded.

“follow your heart.”

“thank you. Mr. Kessler? Please take a moment.”

Soon, Castor Murella, dressed in a blue robe, dismounted and approached. Philip met his gaze and forced himself to laugh.

Castler, too, pretended to sneeze, turning his head away to contain his laughter.

“Hmm. hehehe.”

After clearing his throat a few times, he raised his staff. Then, a wave of light spread from the crystal at the tip of the wand. It was wide enough to cover all four wagons.

All four carriages were fine, but a bright blue light emanated from the carriages Philip, Lua, and Privia were riding.

“Mr. Castler. What does that mean?”

When Sir Setian asked, Castler smiled and replied.

“It means that magic items are hidden in that wagon. kyung. Judging by the shape of the light, it is the bottom of the wagon.”

Castler Murella.

He was a descendant of a marquis family, but was also the quartermaster of the Red Mage Tower. There was no one who could doubt his words in this place on behalf of the Red Mage Tower.

“Let me check in a minute.”

A man named Calver stepped forward before Lizriel could react. He swung the bottom of the wagon a few times with the sword at his waist, and soon something fell with a loud thud.

The man, Calver, picked it up with a seemingly mean smile.

It was restraints such as shackles and handcuffs that looked heavy at first glance.

“… It’s a restraint enchanted with silence magic to prevent summoning spirits. These are current offenders. Sir Setian. Abominably, it looks like they tried to trick us… .”

Philip looked at him and smiled.

‘He’s f*cking.’