I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 370



Chapter 370



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Chapter 370 – The Muddy Night


I can see the flames in the direction Myrril is pointing. I can also see that the archer is preparing a fire arrow, but my eyesight (and marksmanship) are not good enough to stop it with a shot. Before Myrril, who is holding a UZI, can react, Eino-san’s arrow grazes the archer’s. Perhaps unnerved by this, the fired arrow veers off course and falls into the garden. There is still one archer left. The first one will soon reload.


“Eino-san, that’s enough.”


“Takifu, Mir, do you need assistance?”


Myrril smiles and declines Colon’s offer.


“No need. That guy is the Demon King’s enemy. He’s too small-minded to oppose us.”


As Myrril and I stepped out onto the terrace, two fires were lit in the distance. The fire arrows must have been rekindled. Myrril fired her UZI, and then they turned back with surprised looks on their faces. Behind them, in the distance, the fire arrow fell into the snowfield and disappeared. It must have died or at least been eliminated as a threat. As always, it was a rather anticlimactic ending.


“Those guys are amateurs. Two archers shooting flaming arrows is out of the question. It’s useless unless they rain down enough to be extinguished. Is the leader really a knight?”


“I don’t know. I don’t even know how knights are treated in the Imperial Army’s organization. They might be in a rather inactive position, you know?”


“That is true. The main force was made up of mounted golems and mages.”


She climbed onto my back and whispered in my ear.


“Well, it’s okay. The time has come for the Demon King to descend♪”


In this case, I think it’s you, Myrril-san, who’s riding. The Demon King is just like the Queen’s horse.


Since it was dark and visibility was poor, I avoided a collision and teleported to a position a little further away. I misjudged the height and almost stepped on it, and my body swayed as I almost fell over. It definitely didn’t look like a “descent” at all.


“Sorry.”


I apologized softly, and Myrril laughed and patted me on the back. It was like, “Don’t worry about it.”


To cover up my uncool entrance, I approached with Myrril at my side, stomping through the snow.


“What are you doing in our mansion?”


The attackers, their attention focused on the mansion, gasped in surprise at our sudden appearance from an unexpected direction. The three shield-bearers, who had apparently been using the sleigh as cover to give first aid to the archer, all turn to face us at once while the two mounted spearmen move to surround us and take up positions at a distance. The only one who has not moved is the man on horseback in the middle.


I suspect he is the leader, Yeld. His bare leather armor and cloak seem more expensive than the others. He doesn’t move, so either he’s got guts, or he just can’t handle the situation. The look in his eyes is cunning.


“Resisting the Demon King is futile. If you apologize now and withdraw your troops, I may spare your life.”


“Let us pass, you half-beast!”


The movement of the spear as it was raised did not feel like something that had been properly trained. Perhaps that movement was the signal, but the shield-bearer charged at us. I could also hear the sound of the two mounted spear-bearers approaching from behind. It seems that the chain of command is solid, and they are able to work together.


“Gghh!”


“Gyaa!”


“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!”


UZI calmly spits out flames and knocks the men down. Within seconds, Yeld is the only one left standing. Looking at the fallen enemies, he sees that their knees are shattered. They may not be dead, but the pain and suffering they endure is unimaginable. They are all clutching their injured parts and screaming in agony. They are already beyond the point of being able to resist.


“Not knowing your place and not knowing when to stop are the hallmarks of a fool.”


Yeld, who had been frozen in place with his spear raised, now comes crashing down on Myrril.


“Storage”


“…Kuu, ah⁉︎!”


Yeld, who had been swinging with all his might, had the heavy weapon taken from him, and he fell from the horse as his body swam and rolled forward. I made eye contact with Myrril and slowly approached him. Even though I had taken his spear, which was his main weapon, he was still carrying a sword, so there was still the possibility of a surprise attack.


“Storage”


I take away his weapons and clothes, including his cloak and leather armor. All Yeld is wearing is a set of winter underwear that looks like a one-piece suit.


“Storage


I also remove the weapons and equipment of his six subordinates. Since their bodies have been hit, I assume that even the subordinates who have stopped moving are still breathing.


“Yeld”


A middle-aged man who looks at us with hatred. He is nearly 180 centimeters tall and has a strong build. From the story that he was planning to take over the trading company, I had imagined him to be a cunning type, but he looks more like a martial arts type than I thought. Even though he has no means of resistance left, he must have underestimated us when he saw our physique. He kicked up the snow and charged at us. I used my hand to hold back Myrril, who had just begun to react.


“It’s okay.”


The distance was about five meters. I shot him in the knee with the Browning Hi-Power I had pulled from my storage. It didn’t go as well as it had with Myrril, and the first shot missed, the second grazed, and the third finally stopped him. Yeah, it probably wasn’t good.


“Ah, agh, damn it! Aaah!”


Yeld continues to pound the snowfield with his fist as he rolls around in pain, anger, and frustration.


“If you resist us anymore, it will be your other knee next time.”


“And then your elbow. You’ll probably die from losing too much blood.”


“W-wait, Demon King!”


I heard the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow and saw Lui running towards us.


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