14 12 Can you moff Chemomimi with the body of a sword (1/2)
A hasty merchant and a slave. Appeared, two necked bears.
A slaver's carriage was attacked by a warcraft in the woods. Maybe that's the diagram.
They make slaves hasten to carry some of their luggage. And gave orders to other slaves.
”Slaves, stop him!
I guess we're going to run into that gap.
The slaves are unarmed. Stopping meant being eaten dead and buying time. Even to the slaves, you know that. It's just that they followed the merchant's words and headed for the bear.
Why? That's what I thought at first, but apparently they're tied up with magic or something. The phenomenon of magic absorption of this land did not seem to interfere with contract magic because it does not work in the body.
A male slave was torn off and blown away. Only one shot, he was paid with his forefoot, and his upper and lower body were saying goodbye. Not to say a junior Warcraft of Threat F, he's not the opponent to face without all kinds of gear. The slaves are too helpless in front of the warcraft, a mass of outrage.
If we keep this up, the slaves will be wiped out in a few minutes.
Poor thing, but there's nothing I can do. Because I can't even speak up. A scumbag merchant trying to escape, too, can only be dropped off.
Damn it! At least if someone pulls it out.
If I thought so, the shadow fluttered and stood in front of me.
A slave girl. However, my gaze was nailed on top of it, not the girl's thin dirty outfit or her bumpy hair.
Ears. Cat ears! Over the girl's head, the beast's ears were stuck! The Beast Man. Master Mohumimi!
I forgot about the crime scene for a moment, and I was impressed. 'Cause it's a treasure of the world, cat ears, isn't it? I can't help but be impressed.
Oh, no more! I'm afraid I can't speak! Girl, pull me out. And let me moff that cat! No, wait. With the body of a sword, how do you moff it? Mind your own business? No, no, I have a sense of touch, and if I do it softly on the belly of my body...
In the meantime, a girl followed me. And I can put my strength into it. They tell me to die, and I'm still trying to live. I haven't given up. I want my daughter to use it.
”...... eh”
The girl can do more. Yes, pull me out!
But he was stung to the ground more disappointingly than he could have imagined. About 12 or 3 years old from what I've seen. If you look at your nasty body, you can see that you are not fed a busy meal. With such a girl's powerless arms, it's hard to pull through.
Come on! Come on! I mean, behind you!
When, the bear was behind the girl. What about the other slaves? Can't you?
All that's left is a girl.
”Get out of me!
”? Voice?
”Oh, can you hear me?
”Who?”
”A sword. It's the sword you're trying to pull out.”
”... Surprised”
'You don't look surprised...'
”I do.”
'More than that, there's a bear coming! Get me out of here! Girl!'
Apparently, if you're in touch, you can talk. And the girl looked like a faceless & silent character. Good! I want you to say something stupid.
A girl roars ununung and can put her strength into it.
Zuz
'It's moving a little!
”Hmm.”
”Hang in there!”
Zuzu
'Almost there!
”None.”
Zubo!
”I'm out!
”Beautiful sword”
”Thanks! But because that's not the case!
”It was.”
”Can we fight?
”A little.”
I checked the girl's status.
Name: None Age: 12
Race: Black Cat Race
Occupation: None
Status: Slave
Status
Level: 3
HP: 29 MP: 17 Arms: 13 Health: 10 Agility: 16 Intelligence: 8 Magic: 7 Dexterity: 15
Skills
Swordsmanship: LV1, Night's Day, Good Stripping, Sense of Direction
Title
None
Equipment
[]/(n) (uk) cloak/
Swordsmanship. Really little! But I'm fine.
”Equip me!
”I'm already equipped.”
”Remember to be stronger and equipped!