I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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“This is the best way to do business. I have a lot of time to rest in between.”

While sipping whiskey, the mercenary commander, Butum, said to Owen, the youngest member of the mercenary. While Philip, Lizriel, and the other party handled their business in Elpenia Forest, the mercenaries and porters of the upper ranks waited at the campsite.

They didn’t have to do anything, so all they could do was sit around drinking and eating.

“Anyway, I’m envious. By now, the aristocratic master must be having a good time with the beautiful elves, right?”

When Owen showed his jealousy with an expression that he would die of envy, Butum sighed deeply.

“Just be ashamed. just envy The moment you get jealous, your life is ruined. Where does that young boy look like a normal young boy? I’ve never heard of an ogre beaten away in my entire life. Do you know what that means?”

‘No, f*ck. You might be a little jealous. Why the f*ck?’

Owen thought so, but shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

“It means that you are strong enough to feel sorry for the ogre. You are this baby. What do you think you will think when you see an ogre running down the street?”

“uh… … hmm… well. Wouldn’t it be scary?”

“okay. A normal guy would think so, but a smart guy with a little brain would wait until the ogre was completely dead before drawing blood or taking sinew or hide. Of course, as soon as I see a guy with a very good head, I’ll throw him out in an instant.”

At Bottomem’s words, Owen tilted his head.

“Why are you running away? Ogres are dying.”

“Ah, you asshole. you’re not like that Think about it. If an ogre is dying like that, doesn’t that mean there’s something nearby that made him that way? I don’t even know what that is, but I’ll have to take a look at it first. Anyway, if there’s a guy who takes pity on a dying ogre and sprinkles some potion on his wounds, what the hell is that guy doing?”

After thinking for a while, Owen soon came up with an answer.

“… Could it be that he is crazy?”

Buttom agreed.

“A madman is right. But if he wasn’t really a freak, he wouldn’t mind if the ogre suddenly got up and attacked him. A rough comparison is like how we free a trapped fox. it’s just pitiful Because it works.”

Even after saying this, Owen was still looking at Beom with an expression as if he was saying something.

‘This bastard is bad too, he’s pretty sharp with a knife, so I wanted to raise him well and pass on the mercenary army.’

Butom, who wanted to retire quickly, sighed, thinking that he would have to find another successor. In his view, Owen was destined to die somewhere when he thought his skills had accumulated.

“done. This baby. What about Masha? Where did you go?”

When I mentioned the name of the only female operator, Owen tilted his head again.

“I think you said you were going to pick flowers.”

“Flowers are Nimiral, they must have gone to poop. The b*tch who lives on knife rice is saying like a flower that she is a woman too. I understand, so go somewhere and be scattered. Don’t get drunk and fall asleep. huh?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Eh. Jerk the.”

The other two were dumbfounded, but Owen and Marsha were mercenaries whom Bottom had raised since they were children who couldn’t cover their poo.

Even if he didn’t save enough to give his life for them, it was Bottom’s idea that he would like to live well.

Butum, who was rolling a bottle of whiskey in his mouth, suddenly saw a group of people approaching from afar.

‘What the f*ck?’

It didn’t look like a group of bandits. Even though there were only five mercenaries in the first place, the level of equipment was different from that of the thieves, so they could deal with more than twice the number.

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At a cursory glance, that group consisted of people working in the same industry. Properly equipped mercenaries had come to the upper camp.

The number was twenty, and Masha, who had gone on errands, could be seen tied up and held by them.

Bottom immediately spits out the whiskey and grabs his axe.

“Hey, bastards, who are you?”

He was the most famous mercenary, at least in the area around the academy, and there was no reason to be intimidated by numbers alone by ramblings he’d never seen before.

To Bottom’s question, a man who was the leader among the opponents came forward and did not answer, but rather asked a question.

“Are they mercenaries hired by Rizriel Youssef?”

Bottom held the ax tighter and opened his mouth.

“If you want to ask something, let go of my child and ask. f*ck you If you want an ax stuck in your head, talk more.”

The mercenary man only laughed at Bottom’s threats.

“Because they are rural people, their muzzles are dirty. Looking at the mess, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything to dig out, just get rid of it. sick people.”

As soon as he drew his sword, Butum, like lightning, reached down from his waist and grabbed the throwing hatchet.

He had the ability to make a throw with sufficient lethal power just by using the strength and recoil of his waist.

The hatchet, which ate a lot of torque, flew towards the man’s head, and the man ducked to the side in fright.

The hatchet that passed him was deeply lodged in the neck of one of the mercenaries, and as a signal, the battle began.

“All over. You assholes!”

“Come together! Bunch! Let me do something!”

The mercenaries responded to the voices of the captains. The reaction itself was quick for the lower mercenaries, who had a much smaller number. Owen, who couldn’t even wear leather armor, spat out curse words and came closer to Butum with his sword.

“What is this? Leader?”

“Do you understand that I am a sissy? If you don’t want to get lost, keep your mind straight. Get together as much as possible and take the time, because I will try to do something.”

As soon as Owen said yes, Buttom threw all but one throwing hatchet hidden in his waist, thighs, and cloak. It only took a few seconds to throw six.

Two missed, but four hit the enemy, and in an instant, four were out of power.

Since I laid down one earlier, the remaining number is fifteen. Still, it was a very disadvantageous thing. But there was something special about Butum, who lived as a mercenary until he was near forty.

“Eww, f*ck.”

He ran into enemy lines with his battle ax in his right hand. It seemed that the opponent had not even thought of using a bow, as if he had intended to press with a side number in the first place.

Several spears aimed at his side, heart and shoulders. Bottom swung his ax wide and deflected them.

“Huh?”

The mercenaries, embarrassed by Butum’s skills beyond the normal level, suffered two attacks. A mighty blow from a heavy battle ax shattered their ribs and ripped open their lungs.

Of course, in the process, even Bottom couldn’t be completely safe. One of the spear blades aimed at his shoulder missed a little and slit his cheek.

“Ha, Mr.… .”

He spat out swear words in a leaky pronunciation and glared at the remaining mercenaries with murderous eyes.

Owen, the youngest, was also of a slightly higher level than an ordinary mercenary. He used a sword rather than a spear or an ax, unusually for a mercenary, and was skillfully dealing with the majority as if he had learned from somewhere.

Even though he couldn’t penetrate the majority like Bottom, it was a great thing just to be able to deal with him without getting seriously injured.

“No f*ck, you said you were just a mercenary hired to chase down thieves?”

The leader of the raiders muttered with a dejected expression. Had they known this was going to happen, they would have fled long ago, but they could not choose to retreat when they had already lost many of their allies.

“Push! Push to the side! That bastard is hurt too!”

Then a dagger flew from behind and lodged near his wingbone. The tied female mercenary, Masha, had untied the rope before she knew it and threw the dagger she had picked up from somewhere.

Of course, his mercenaries did not stand still. A mercenary in the rear hit Masha on the shoulder with a blunt weapon.

“Quaaagh!”

Masha collapsed on the spot, feeling a crushing pain in her shoulder. Hearing the scream, he flinched.

He knew that getting excited in this place would make things difficult, but people’s emotions were not controlled at will.

“These f*cking roms!”

When he got excited and started to run amok, the atmosphere that had passed over to the mercenaries at Bottom began to reverse. Two more mercenaries were killed, but Bottom’s stamina began to show low, and as his breathing became rough and his actions slowed, about 10 more mercenaries surrounded him.

“OMG! Captain, do something! I’m going to die like this! die!”

Owen made a dying noise. Buttom lamented as he felt his spirit flash.

‘… It must have been too easy these days.’

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“… hmm? What is this sound?”

Philip was heading to the camp where the mercenaries and porters were staying with Lizriel.

Since Castler and Freevia were unable to move immediately and had to stay in Elpenia Forest for another day or two, I thought to tell them that they would have to wait for another two days.

“What’s wrong? you?”

When Lizriel asked, Philip smacked his lips.

“Do you think you can hear the fighting? I need to go sooner.”

Philip wrapped his arms around Lizriel’s waist without asking her permission and pressed her to his side.

“oh?”

If it was someone else, he would have screamed right away, but despite the sudden situation, Rizriel didn’t particularly hate it.

Philip made his way through the woods far faster than he could on the plains. Even in this situation, Lizriel, who was feeling romantic, screamed as branches and leaves hit her head and cheeks.

“Aww! Hold on, Philip. If you go a little slower… .”

Phillip didn’t seem to hear and ran at almost full speed. He was soon able to face fierce fighting going on in the encampment.

“Leeds. Who knows this camp?”

Just in time, Rizriel also opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed at the sound of weapons and screams. She stared at the battlefield in disbelief and replied.

“Here… It’s a place only the people at our company know about… ? Let’s do something quickly.”

“It must be Deluan Youssef. What are you planning to do after catching them?”

Philip muttered that and drew the sword from his waist. Of course, the identity of the sword was Neria.

-Kuuul… .

A cute snoring sound echoed in his head.

Neria has been spending most of the day sleeping these days. Concerned, Philip questioned Privia, and she replied that it was a natural process for the Ego Sword to grow, but said nothing.

‘It’s a bit empty these days.’

Life felt a bit low without the fumbling Neria, and Philip hoped she would pick up some energy soon.

“Wait here and come back when things are sorted out.”

“all right.”

Philip jumped into the battlefield after having Lizriel on standby.