231 229 Rumored Black Thunder Princess (2/2)

”Hello. Bye.”

”Wait, wait! Little girl!”

Um, what do I do? I knew you were involved. He's just weak, and I think you can just ignore him and shake him off... I don't know who these guys are.

”How do you know we're the Diml Mercenaries?”

No, I don't know. Mercenaries. Is this all you got?

The man has asked questions early in the arrow about Fran's identity, where Ursi went, and what's going on at the end of this street.

And I seem to have gradually become frustrated with Fran's attitude of total disregard. My voice is getting a little louder.

(Master, what do we do?

'Um, are we going to ignore it already?

If I thought so, there would be some blurring behind the group. Apparently, a backpacking unit has arrived. This further increased the number of men. That's a bit of a hassle.

I secretly worked out my magic and watched things change.

”Hey, what are you doing”

”Oh, Dad - no, Squad Leader. I'm interrogating a suspect.”

”Interrogation? Our mission is to get rid of the herd of Lesser Wyburn who came out on the streets, right? Or even the scouts of the bandits?

Apparently, the magnificent man who was leading the hindsight is better. I mean, you said Dad or something. Parents and children?

”No, I'm not...”

”What's that? I'm not playing with you!

”This is because I'm going to tighten it up a little bit and make you throw up! Just give me a minute!

Tighten it up? You want a flan? Ho ho. How do I do that? First slap the guy in front of you, and let the guys around you be the practice bench for thunderbolt magic? A man named Squad Leader seems sensitive to the struggle between me and Fran.

Pushing his son or his men, he moves forward and forth in front of Fran. And when I saw Fran or no or instantly turned his face bright blue, I suddenly punched my son in the face.

”Shit! What are you doing, Dad?

”The fool! You fool!

”Gu Boo! Huh!

He gets hit even more by the squad leader, and his son rolls unconscious. The other mercenaries are pokin 'at the sudden.

No, we're pokans, too. Did anyone even mistake me for a great nobleman?

”Also, I'm sorry! This is just a stupid subordinate going wild, not our sincerity! Please forgive me!

When he suddenly kneels down and sees the squad leader start an excuse similar to begging for his life, the mercenaries stand flat. You still mistake me for someone.

”What are you guys doing! Get down on your knees and keep your head down! Right now! Whoever didn't take orders is fired on the spot!

It's a messy order, but you must have lost the force. The other men, reluctantly, came on their knees and bowed their heads.

”I am truly sorry for the disrespectful attitude of my men. Princess Black Thunder.”

It wasn't a mistake. I see you knew about Fran. And when I turned it over to the enemy, I understood it was over, and I begged for forgiveness.

”Oh, that's the rumor?

”You don't condone hostile guys...”

”They'll wipe out the charcoal if you defy them...”

My subordinates, bowing their heads, also reacted to Princess Black Thunder's words for a moment and obsessed, but immediately shut up by a glance of the squad leader.

”Mm-hmm. Can I go now?

”Yes!”

”Bye, I'll go”

”Take care!

He drops me off with the most salute. Well, there was no substantial damage, and I'll forgive you. Even so, what was that Bibili lady? Would it be if we just had a strong opponent in front of us? Don't be a little concerned about what rumors are spreading.

After this, there was no particular incident, and we followed Barbora safely.

”Now, if you gently greet me, look for Grandpa Garth.”

”Mmm.”