Chapter 95: 32 "Return the Dragon's Child" ③
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The house of the Marquess of Gordon was located in a corner of the aristocratic district not far from the royal palace.
Large grounds and well-kept gardens. The three-story residence is as one would expect from a high ranking aristocrat.
As Sam, Günther, and the burning dragon walked straight to the Marquess Gordon's house, the gatekeepers with their spears at the ready called for them.
"Wait! Who do you think you are?
"In and out, you son of a b*tc*!"
Basically, I had decided to defeat all people related to the Marquess Gordon family as enemies, so without hesitation, I struck them with my reinforced fists to silence them.
They kicked down the gate of the house, and the three of them, with Sam in the lead, entered the premises.
"Bandits! The bandits have shown up! Deeeeh, deeeeh!"
"What is this, a period drama?"
The noise of the gate has brought in the Marquise's private army.
Fully armed.
Why are you guys so eager to fight? Are you being told by your master to protect something?"
I have nothing to say to the bandits!
Soldiers charge in a straight line.
Since they are considered bandits, they bring their swords down on us without question.
But the degree is so low that they do not even need to avoid it.
He unleashed his reinforced fist, shattering the oncoming sword and punching the soldier away.
"Yes, next."
If you're a swordsman, you're not going to lose unless someone better than Liese shows up.
Before that, I couldn't kill the soldiers because they were valuable sources of information.
"Wait, Sam. Let me help you."
Can you fight?
"You can use warding techniques to fight against people. Look, look."
Günther snaps his fingers, and wards cover the faces of the soldiers as they ready their weapons.
Then the soldiers, who had been rolling their eyes to see what was going on, reach out with their mouths flapping as if they were asking for something, and then fall to the ground and sprawl around.
What did you do?
"Huh. It's simple. We warded it, cut off its air supply. They're just suffering from not being able to breathe."
"Eggh!"
Sam shouted at Günther, who had a fresh smile on his face and was doing something truly ghastly without a care in the world.
Meanwhile, the soldiers were struggling and stopped moving.
"Oops, I can't let you kill them, can I?
Günther snapped his fingers again, and the warding was lifted.
Sam finds one soldier who is still conscious and grabs him by the collar and lifts him up.
"Hey, there's a dragon cub in this house, isn't there? Where are you?"
"I don't know! I was only told by the master not to let any outsiders into the house."
"Really?"
It's true!
"You'd know if I was lying, wouldn't you?"
"No, I'm not lying! It's just that the master has been in and out of that building a lot. We're not even allowed to go near it!"
The soldier pointed to a building at the back of the compound.
At a glance, it was a one-story building, not very large.
(I thought they might have horses or something, but hmmm, doubtful.)
"Thanks for the information, then sleep a while."
He punches the soldier in the abdomen, knocking him out.
"This is a very large place. A house and another building... the Marquises!
"Sam! My house is much bigger! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have a room for you."
No!
Sam is appalled by Günther's nonchalant attitude, even though he has come to rescue the dragon child.
Meanwhile, the scorching dragon, who had not been given a chance to participate, was looking around the site with a furrowed brow.
"Hey, that building looks suspicious to me, do you know where the kids are yet?
"Over there. The smell is getting closer. I can definitely smell the children and the magic coming from over there."
She pointed to the building where the soldier had given her the information.
（Well, yes. It would be risky to hide a dragon, even a child, in the house you live in. Then it would be outside.)
It was not impossible that they could be hidden somewhere else, but since the burning dragon had sensed their scent and magic, the children must be here.
"Let's go!"
"Mm."
The dragon nodded and was on his way to help the children.
"Wait for me!
With a high-pitched, angry voice, a woman in a glittering dress appeared.
"Who is it, lady?"
"--Oh, you ...... bandits are having your way with me, but it's over. I will make you regret your unauthorized entry into my house, the house of the Marquess Gordon!"
The heavily made-up woman was in her mid-forties.
She was holding a feathered fan in her hand and glaring at Sam and the others. Behind her, a crowd of soldiers and people who looked like wizards were waiting for her.
（We took a little too long. But these guys are no match for us. Let's just blow them away and save the children as soon as possible.)
Sam clenched his fist and was about to kick the ground when someone grabbed his shoulder.
It was a scorching dragon.
"Let me fight! I want to take my frustration out on him.
"...... don't kill him."
"I know!"
She gave a short reply and disappeared the next moment.
No, she is moving at a blinding speed.
Even Sam can barely follow her with his eyes.
In her true dragon form, she was a complete power type, but I was amazed at how her fighting style changed when she became humanized.
Less than a minute later, the soldiers brought by the Marchioness are silenced.
They are not dead, just not dead.
Some are moaning from shattered limbs, others are lying on the ground with their chests caved in, gasping for breath.
Not a single person has survived against the dragon.
What? Huh? Huh?"
Mrs. Huang does not understand what has happened.
When she came to, she could only look at her allies, who had been wiped out.
"......It's the opposite of just beating up people of this caliber, it's a lot of resentment."
The dragon returned to stand next to Sam, looking more exasperated than ever.
I have no sympathy for these hostile soldiers.
It is their fault that they serve a nobleman who does evil.
They should be thankful that they fought the dragon and were not killed.
"So, you are involved with Albert and Marquis Gordon's illegal trade in demons and dragons, is that right?
At Sam's question, the blue-faced Marchioness lifted her lips in a triumphant smile.
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The house of the Marquess of Gordon was located in a corner of the aristocratic district not far from the royal palace.
Large grounds and well-kept gardens. The three-story residence is as one would expect from a high ranking aristocrat.
As Sam, Günther, and the burning dragon walked straight to the Marquess Gordon's house, the gatekeepers with their spears at the ready called for them.
"Wait! Who do you think you are?
"In and out, you son of a b*tc*!"
Basically, I had decided to defeat all people related to the Marquess Gordon family as enemies, so without hesitation, I struck them with my reinforced fists to silence them.
They kicked down the gate of the house, and the three of them, with Sam in the lead, entered the premises.
"Bandits! The bandits have shown up! Deeeeh, deeeeh!"
"What is this, a period drama?"
The noise of the gate has brought in the Marquise's private army.
Fully armed.
Why are you guys so eager to fight? Are you being told by your master to protect something?"
I have nothing to say to the bandits!
Soldiers charge in a straight line.
Since they are considered bandits, they bring their swords down on us without question.
But the degree is so low that they do not even need to avoid it.
He unleashed his reinforced fist, shattering the oncoming sword and punching the soldier away.
"Yes, next."
If you're a swordsman, you're not going to lose unless someone better than Liese shows up.
Before that, I couldn't kill the soldiers because they were valuable sources of information.
"Wait, Sam. Let me help you."
Can you fight?
"You can use warding techniques to fight against people. Look, look."
Günther snaps his fingers, and wards cover the faces of the soldiers as they ready their weapons.
Then the soldiers, who had been rolling their eyes to see what was going on, reach out with their mouths flapping as if they were asking for something, and then fall to the ground and sprawl around.
What did you do?
"Huh. It's simple. We warded it, cut off its air supply. They're just suffering from not being able to breathe."
"Eggh!"
Sam shouted at Günther, who had a fresh smile on his face and was doing something truly ghastly without a care in the world.
Meanwhile, the soldiers were struggling and stopped moving.
"Oops, I can't let you kill them, can I?
Günther snapped his fingers again, and the warding was lifted.
Sam finds one soldier who is still conscious and grabs him by the collar and lifts him up.
"Hey, there's a dragon cub in this house, isn't there? Where are you?"
"I don't know! I was only told by the master not to let any outsiders into the house."
"Really?"
It's true!
"You'd know if I was lying, wouldn't you?"
"No, I'm not lying! It's just that the master has been in and out of that building a lot. We're not even allowed to go near it!"
The soldier pointed to a building at the back of the compound.
At a glance, it was a one-story building, not very large.
(I thought they might have horses or something, but hmmm, doubtful.)
"Thanks for the information, then sleep a while."
He punches the soldier in the abdomen, knocking him out.
"This is a very large place. A house and another building... the Marquises!
"Sam! My house is much bigger! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have a room for you."
No!
Sam is appalled by Günther's nonchalant attitude, even though he has come to rescue the dragon child.
Meanwhile, the scorching dragon, who had not been given a chance to participate, was looking around the site with a furrowed brow.
"Hey, that building looks suspicious to me, do you know where the kids are yet?
"Over there. The smell is getting closer. I can definitely smell the children and the magic coming from over there."
She pointed to the building where the soldier had given her the information.
（Well, yes. It would be risky to hide a dragon, even a child, in the house you live in. Then it would be outside.)
It was not impossible that they could be hidden somewhere else, but since the burning dragon had sensed their scent and magic, the children must be here.
"Let's go!"
"Mm."
The dragon nodded and was on his way to help the children.
"Wait for me!
With a high-pitched, angry voice, a woman in a glittering dress appeared.
"Who is it, lady?"
"--Oh, you ...... bandits are having your way with me, but it's over. I will make you regret your unauthorized entry into my house, the house of the Marquess Gordon!"
The heavily made-up woman was in her mid-forties.
She was holding a feathered fan in her hand and glaring at Sam and the others. Behind her, a crowd of soldiers and people who looked like wizards were waiting for her.
（We took a little too long. But these guys are no match for us. Let's just blow them away and save the children as soon as possible.)
Sam clenched his fist and was about to kick the ground when someone grabbed his shoulder.
It was a scorching dragon.
"Let me fight! I want to take my frustration out on him.
"...... don't kill him."
"I know!"
She gave a short reply and disappeared the next moment.
No, she is moving at a blinding speed.
Even Sam can barely follow her with his eyes.
In her true dragon form, she was a complete power type, but I was amazed at how her fighting style changed when she became humanized.
Less than a minute later, the soldiers brought by the Marchioness are silenced.
They are not dead, just not dead.
Some are moaning from shattered limbs, others are lying on the ground with their chests caved in, gasping for breath.
Not a single person has survived against the dragon.
What? Huh? Huh?"
Mrs. Huang does not understand what has happened.
When she came to, she could only look at her allies, who had been wiped out.
"......It's the opposite of just beating up people of this caliber, it's a lot of resentment."
The dragon returned to stand next to Sam, looking more exasperated than ever.
I have no sympathy for these hostile soldiers.
It is their fault that they serve a nobleman who does evil.
They should be thankful that they fought the dragon and were not killed.
"So, you are involved with Albert and Marquis Gordon's illegal trade in demons and dragons, is that right?
At Sam's question, the blue-faced Marchioness lifted her lips in a triumphant smile.
The house of the Marquess of Gordon was located in a corner of the aristocratic district not far from the royal palace.Large grounds and well-kept gardens. The three-story residence is as one would expect from a high ranking aristocrat.As Sam, Gnther, and the burning dragon walked straight to the Marquess Gordon's house, the gatekeepers with their spears at the ready called for them."Wait!Who do you think you are?"In and out, you son of a b*tc*!"Basically, I had decided to defeat all people related to the Marquess Gordon family as enemies, so without hesitation, I struck them with my reinforced fists to silence them.They kicked down the gate of the house, and the three of them, with Sam in the lead, entered the premises."Bandits!The bandits have shown up!Deeeeh, deeeeh!""What is this, a period drama?"The noise of the gate has brought in the Marquise's private army.Fully armed.Why are you guys so eager to fight?Are you being told by your master to protect something?"I have nothing to say to the bandits!Soldiers charge in a straight line.Since they are considered bandits, they bring their swords down on us without question.But the degree is so low that they do not even need to avoid it.He unleashed his reinforced fist, shattering the oncoming sword and punching the soldier away."Yes, next."If you're a swordsman, you're not going to lose unless someone better than Liese shows up.Before that, I couldn't kill the soldiers because they were valuable sources of information."Wait, Sam. Let me help you."Can you fight?"You can use warding techniques to fight against people. Look, look."Gnther snaps his fingers, and wards cover the faces of the soldiers as they ready their weapons.Then the soldiers, who had been rolling their eyes to see what was going on, reach out with their mouths flapping as if they were asking for something, and then fall to the ground and sprawl around.What did you do?"Huh. It's simple. We warded it, cut off its air supply. They're just suffering from not being able to breathe.""Eggh!"Sam shouted at Gnther, who had a fresh smile on his face and was doing something truly ghastly without a care in the world.Meanwhile, the soldiers were struggling and stopped moving."Oops, I can't let you kill them, can I?Gnther snapped his fingers again, and the warding was lifted.Sam finds one soldier who is still conscious and grabs him by the collar and lifts him up."Hey, there's a dragon cub in this house, isn't there?Where are you?""I don't know!I was only told by the master not to let any outsiders into the house.""Really?"It's true!"You'd know if I was lying, wouldn't you?""No, I'm not lying!It's just that the master has been in and out of that building a lot. We're not even allowed to go near it!"The soldier pointed to a building at the back of the compound.At a glance, it was a one-story building, not very large.I thought they might have horses or something, but hmmm, doubtful."Thanks for the information, then sleep a while."He punches the soldier in the abdomen, knocking him out."This is a very large place. A house and another building... the Marquises!"Sam!My house is much bigger!Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have a room for you."No!Sam is appalled by Gnther's nonchalant attitude, even though he has come to rescue the dragon child.Meanwhile, the scorching dragon, who had not been given a chance to participate, was looking around the site with a furrowed brow."Hey, that building looks suspicious to me, do you know where the kids are yet?"Over there. The smell is getting closer. I can definitely smell the children and the magic coming from over there."She pointed to the building where the soldier had given her the information.Well, yes. It would be risky to hide a dragon, even a child, in the house you live in. Then it would be outside.It was not impossible that they could be hidden somewhere else, but since the burning dragon had sensed their scent and magic, the children must be here."Let's go!""Mm."The dragon nodded and was on his way to help the children."Wait for me!With a high-pitched, angry voice, a woman in a glittering dress appeared."Who is it, lady?""--Oh, you ...... bandits are having your way with me, but it's over. I will make you regret your unauthorized entry into my house, the house of the Marquess Gordon!"The heavily made-up woman was in her mid-forties.She was holding a feathered fan in her hand and glaring at Sam and the others. Behind her, a crowd of soldiers and people who looked like wizards were waiting for her.We took a little too long. But these guys are no match for us. Let's just blow them away and save the children as soon as possible.Sam clenched his fist and was about to kick the ground when someone grabbed his shoulder.It was a scorching dragon."Let me fight! I want to take my frustration out on him."...... don't kill him.""I know!"She gave a short reply and disappeared the next moment.No, she is moving at a blinding speed.Even Sam can barely follow her with his eyes.In her true dragon form, she was a complete power type, but I was amazed at how her fighting style changed when she became humanized.Less than a minute later, the soldiers brought by the Marchioness are silenced.They are not dead, just not dead.Some are moaning from shattered limbs, others are lying on the ground with their chests caved in, gasping for breath.Not a single person has survived against the dragon.What?Huh?Huh?"Mrs. Huang does not understand what has happened.When she came to, she could only look at her allies, who had been wiped out."......It's the opposite of just beating up people of this caliber, it's a lot of resentment."The dragon returned to stand next to Sam, looking more exasperated than ever.I have no sympathy for these hostile soldiers.It is their fault that they serve a nobleman who does evil.They should be thankful that they fought the dragon and were not killed."So, you are involved with Albert and Marquis Gordon's illegal trade in demons and dragons, is that right?At Sam's question, the blue-faced Marchioness lifted her lips in a triumphant smile.
