Another World’s Good Swindler 334

Chapter 334 – The Weak Meat

One led the goblins to chase and put me and Trisian in danger.
Can’t forgive
I can go over what put me in danger because it’s pretty. But Trisian almost got seriously hurt.
That point cannot be overlooked.

Catch on… That’s right, if you don’t feed me about 100 rounds of vaginal cum shot, I won’t be satisfied.

“Where did Hana go, you bastard goblin?”
“Kureuuugh!! Knock off!”

He seemed to be in pain with his foot stuck in his side. He grabbed my ankle and trembled his body.

“Forgive, forgive, give…”
“Forgiveness? Well, forgive me if I answer the question. Where is one?”
“Help me… Help me!”
“Where is one?”
“Help me! Cool! Cool! Alive, cool! Help me!”
“This bastard…”

No conversation.
Hobgoblin, nearing death, lost his reason and prayed for me to save his life by making the most of the language he knew.

“Answer my question. Then heal the wound where is one?”
“Gagging, cool! Keek! House… Go home sleep. Said.”
“You said you were going to go home and sleep?”
“Queek, Queek!”

The Hobgoblin nodded fiercely at my question.

“Hmm…”

At best, they dragged the goblins and went home to sleep. Why?
It was the same when he kidnapped me and squeezed out my semen. It looked oddly tired.

There is only one questionable factor… Mana recovery.

Consider the case of Natalia.
Natalya used her magic so much that when she ran out of mana, she complained of fatigue.
She said that a day or two of rest usually restores her magical powers.

But one is different from Natalia.
It takes semen to restore mana, she said.
That said, unlike Natalia, she doesn’t recover much mana even if she eats well and rests.
In other words, is she suffering from mana recovery?

Why?
There are two cases that can be considered.

One is a homunculus like a loin.
Far from ordinary human beings. It was a constitution that did not recover mana well from birth. That is the first case.

And in the second case…
A conversation with a beauty is not easily forgotten. Apparently, one pulled out a shot of my semen and said something about the wound.
Is that the story that recovery is slow because of a wound on the body?

Anyway, for whatever reason, one thing is certain: mana recovery is currently experiencing an obstacle.
Mana is similar to her life force. When it is lacking, her body complains of fatigue.
In other words, one is that she is resting at home to relieve her fatigue.

“Live…”
“Hmm?”

She looked down displeasedly at the hobgoblin who grabbed her ankle.

“You want to save me?”
“If you tell me, you will save me…”
“Is it false?”
“Fuck… ?”

At the word boom, Hobgoblin looks up at me with her eyes wide open as if this is the first word she hears.
I didn’t like the look in her eyes, so I poked her foot deep into the Hobgoblin’s side.

“Kyaaaaa!!!”
“You should have attacked while watching the opponent, you bastard.”

Hobgoblin’s eyes flip. He must have fainted from excruciating pain.
Even if he abandoned it and left, he would die anyway, but this guy almost killed Trisian.
I’m pretty sure I’ll end it myself.

He picked up the rusty longsword that had fallen beside him and thrust it into his chest.
It must have been a pretty good sword, despite being rusted, it cut through skin and flesh very easily.
As if the position was slightly out of alignment, the ribs touched the blade and cut hard.
As if there is a hole in the dam, blood pours out and life force drains out.
But is it a characteristic of the entity called Hobgoblin? The remaining vitality is tough like weeds.

It devoured them voraciously.
It’s not at all as unmanageable as it was with Drake.
It’s at an appropriate level, so it makes my mind go crazy.
In the aftermath of excessive use of mana, the trembling of the throbbing arms and legs gradually disappeared.

I woke up feeling like I was sucking up the bottom of the empty cup with a straw.
The Hobgoblin’s corpse was withered.

“Whoa.”
“The treatment of Hobgoblins is over. What are you going to do?”

I was troubled by Trician’s question from behind my back.
Should I move to the cave where I first encountered Hana and the Hobgoblin and wait for Natalya?
She shook her head.

You don’t know when Natalya’s party will arrive. There is no guarantee that Hana’s minions are only goblins.
If Hana, who has recovered even a little bit of mana, leads other monsters to attack her, she will be in trouble.
Ambush while Hana went to rest to restore her mana would be a bit more beneficial.

“Shall we go to one house?”
“Are you okay?”
“The current one will be defenseless.”
“Defenseless? Why?”
“One of her was that she had excellent fighting power to the point that she could fight on a par with you when she was fully armed. But this time she dragged the goblins and she disappeared without doing anything. It would have been easier for her to defeat us if she fought alongside the goblins.”
“Hmm… That’s right.”

She clearly has reasons for not taking action that could benefit her.
Trissian nodded her head as if agreeing with me.

“One is Trician, I spent a lot of mana fighting you. She must be having trouble recovering mana for some reason. That’s why she coveted a man’s spirit.”
“Is that why she quietly came alone and kidnapped you?”
“Yeah, sure. I tried to recover my mana by extracting the spirit from me, but you rescued me. It must have been one of the reasons she didn’t recover properly.”
“So you expect her to be defenseless?”
“That’s right.”
“There is a point. Then, can we just go straight into one house from now on?”
“Yeah, Trissian, don’t you have something to ask her?”
“…”

As she handed over the rusty longsword she had taken from the Hobgoblin, Trissian accepted it, looked at her blankly, and nodded to her.

“Yes, we must end our past ties.”
“Good. Let’s move.”

Moving knowing the destination is different from moving without knowing it.
When I first got out of one house, I was physically and psychologically exhausted because I didn’t know the exact location and recklessly walked away.
But this time it’s different. Because I had a clear destination, one home, I was not so tired physically or psychologically.

In the middle of the clearing, I saw an unusually shaped tree towering.
Fortunately, we were able to arrive while the sun was up.

I came thinking that Hana would be full of gaps, but when she tried to go in, she started to get a little scared.
What if I went in and my expectations were wrong?
What if one mana is fully recovered?
When I started to doubt myself with such thoughts, the doubt became hesitation.

As I was looking at a house from behind a bush, Trisian, who was in the lead, turned to me.

“Are you nervous?”
“Huh?”
“You seem to be shaking a little.”

Trisian approached me and gently grabbed my shoulder.

“I believe in what you said. As you said, Hana will be full of gaps by now.”
“I’m not sure though.”
“The armor to protect the body is all broken, and the sword you are holding is completely rusted. It may break if you use it excessively. So don’t be careless But believe me. We have an advantage now.”

Unfortunately, he doesn’t trust himself in what he says. It was only after receiving Trisian’s trust that he calmed down a bit.
I wonder if Elena, who was comforted by me, felt this way too.

By the way, Trisian’s words about not having armor bothered me.
When it comes to fighting, I don’t have the confidence to move ahead of Trisian because of my lack of experience.
Because there is only one purpose, my body. He won’t attack me harshly.
If that’s the case, I’m worried about Trisian, who will be leading the fight.

“Hmm… Trisian, I will lend you my robe.”
“A robe?”
“Yes, this is what I had when I woke up in this world. Natalya said it must be something from an incarnation. It is a magical robe that will never be cut.”

I took off my robe and handed it to Trisian.
Trisian took my robe and looked at me.

“… Yes, that’s why you, without armor, survived the dangerous blow. But in this way, there is no means to protect your body, right?”
“One purpose is my body. It won’t attack me harshly. But you are different. There’s no guarantee that one won’t attack you wildly, so put it on.”

At my request, Trisian closed her eyes as if in agony. Then he nodded his head and opened his eyes.

“I get it. Instead, always stay behind me.”
“It’s good.”

Hiding under a woman’s skirt is my specialty.

Trisian handed me a rusty longsword and put on the robe of the god of death I gave him.
Trissian, fully clothed, stared at her sleeves and blinked her eyes.

“What’s the matter?”
“This…”