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Ji Guoyuan shook his head slightly, then gently pushed out Liya who was hiding behind him and seemed a little shy, and said with a smile.

"Let this child move with me. This will also make it easier for me to teach her more things besides swordsmanship."

...

At this time.

One of the strongholds of "Eight Fingers".

A decent prison cell with a terrible environment.

On a shabby wooden bed of poor quality, a petite figure suddenly sat up.

"This bed is so hard..."

The twelve-hour effect of the "Time and Space Funnel" has expired. Qiye, who has just returned to his original state from a child, first subconsciously looked around at the inexplicably changed room around him.

Ignore it.

Then, she silently lowered her head and looked at the "board" under her body that didn't even have a bed, and the pillows and down quilts that had disappeared without a trace.

His face was expressionless.

"......can not fall asleep."

Chapter 118: The princess model robot makes its debut Part 1

"Tons, tons, tons."

"vomit--"

He put down the wine glass and retched.

Malmwest, who had just been re-released last night, had an abnormally crimson face. He used to have an aristocratic and gentleman-like image, but now he looked a bit slovenly and depressed.

He was now alone in this dark and lonely corridor.

He set up a wooden table and chairs, took the initiative to take over the chore of guarding the hostages, and took advantage of this free time to drink away his worries.

The cell is not far ahead, and next door is the wine cellar where wine is stored, making it easy for him to take wine at any time.

His tongue was numb from drinking a lot of wine in a short period of time, and his taste buds could no longer taste the sourness and mellowness of the wine, but Malmqvist still kept drinking.

"That rascal......"

After drinking the remaining wine in the glass, he looked a little dazed and recalled the scene again.

On a remote deserted street, there is a wooden bench under an old tree.

Sitting there was a man with flame markings on his left forehead, and there was no trace of the aura of a strong man on his body.

But when he made a sneak attack with all his strength, in the next moment, he lost consciousness without even seeing the opponent's shadow.

When he woke up again and found that the other party was looking at his magic weapon, he concentrated all his attention on trying to take it back, but still didn't see how the other party made a move, and his consciousness instantly fell into darkness again.

And this time he was unconscious until late at night, until he was woken up by his own people and released.

What a failure!

The swordsmanship that I was so proud of was probably not as good as a little gangster in that guy's eyes, right?

This idea has been lingering in his mind since yesterday until tonight. To put it simply...

Malmwest, who was originally full of confidence, is now experiencing continuous doubts in his life.

He suddenly realized that he was far less powerful than he thought.

"...How about resigning from the position of 'Six Arms' and go back to the countryside to farm."

Malmwest, who was already a little drunk, lay on the wooden table with a dejected temperament, muttering feebly.

But the next moment, a sudden loud noise suddenly scared away all his drunkenness.

"boom!!!"

His right hand instantly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he kicked away the obstructing wooden table. The empty wine glasses and bottles smashed to the ground, making a noisy sound, and splashing some wine and glass fragments, but he was completely absorbed by him. Ignore.

The tempered posture was already in place. Malmqvist looked at the large scissors stretched out from the cell on the side of the corridor with a look of surprise on his face. He was somewhat confused about what was going on.

Could it be that someone came to rob the prison?

The idea came to his mind, but he dismissed it the next moment.

Because at this time, a silver-haired girl came out of the completely destroyed iron fence as if nothing had happened.

The crowned headdress, the somewhat familiar clothes, and the beautiful silver-white waist-length hair made him immediately recognize who the other person was.

"hostage?!"

Malmwest was stunned.

This little girl was brought back as a headdress by his subordinates, but she never woke up. Because among the nobles who came tonight, there were people with special hobbies who wanted to take her away after expressing their interest, so he Still somewhat impressed.

But why has this child grown older? and......

It seems to be quite strong.

Thinking of this, he tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. Malmwest's face showed indifference and solemnity, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He thought to himself as he looked at the defenseless opponent with all his flaws.

Want to take action?

After all, although he didn't know why the other party suddenly became bigger, since the "hostage" escaped from prison, he had the obligation to kill the other party, so...

"Oh, forget it."

The hand holding the sword hilt loosened, and Malmwest, who had a somewhat slovenly temperament, raised his hand and scratched his red hair impatiently.

Although he doesn't think he is a good person, but rather a scumbag who has killed many people, he still has one of the few bottom lines he has as a swordsman.

He will not swing his sword at children.

"...I almost don't want to do it anyway."

Looking at the figure who was as pure as the elf princess in the story, after a moment of silence, Malmwest glanced at the empty wine bottles piled up by the wall.

"You're almost done drinking... Let's just leave while the night is dark."

Otherwise Zero would definitely not let him go so easily.

Malmwest, who no longer wanted to do it, thought of this and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly saw the silver-haired girl, holding up the extraordinary pair of scissors and pointing it at the wall opposite the cell with a calm expression. .

Well, if he remembered correctly, the other side of the wall.

Is it a wine cellar?

"...Wait, don't-"

Malmwest subconsciously raised his arm to remind the other party, but he just missed it.

"boom!!!"

The gravel flew, and the scissors, which were sharp enough to reach the level of artifacts, easily cut out a large hole as high as a person in the thick wall.

"What else?" Qi Ye turned around and asked in surprise.

Those clean star-pupiled purple eyes stunned the man whose hands were already stained with blood.

"Don't poke at the wall." He replied subconsciously, "On the other side of the wall is the wine cellar."

Apparently, he warned too late.

Because at this time, the wooden wine barrel, which had also been punctured by the scissors, was like an out-of-control faucet. It followed the gap and completely poured out like a waterfall onto the little head of the culprit, Qi Ye.

"Crash-"

This sudden accident made Qi Yedai stunned. For some reason, she just stood there stupidly and didn't move, letting the grape's red wine get her hair and clothes wet.

In the end, it even soaked her naked, white and delicate little feet that were stepping on the ground.

But soon, after the water level in the barrel dropped to the shortest board, the "small waterfall" disappeared.

However, the fragrant wine had already formed a small puddle on the floor of the corridor.

In the middle stood the beautiful princess with an expressionless face.

The picturesque scene seemed incompatible with the dim corridor. The stunning contrast caused Malmwest to lose consciousness for a while, but the next moment, this sense of beauty was broken.

"belch--"

Qi Ye, who was silent, suddenly let out a lovely wine burp.

Her soft little face was raised, stained with some abnormal crimson color, and even her starlike purple eyes were covered with a layer of haze. She looked at the ceiling stupidly, not knowing what she was looking at, nothing. doubt......

She was drunk.

"Strange, my head seems dizzy..."

Qi Ye muttered in a daze, then tilted his little head. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly took out a long sword with a slightly strange shape from nowhere.

It was still glowing, and it sounded extremely embarrassing for her to treat it as a mere lighting object.

But in another world, it has another quite famous name, that is, the most powerful artifact——

"Tian Cong Yun Sword".

"I want to sleep...where's the bed?!!!"

Qiye, who was not in his normal state, shouted dissatisfied and held the hilt of the sword, waving his little hand upward casually.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!"

next moment.

The sword light suddenly filled someone's entire field of vision, which was dumbfounded.

After a few seconds.

A small pebble fell.

It hit the face of Malmwest, who raised his head with a dull expression. Strangely speaking, he was staying in the underground passage at this time——

Saw the moon.

"..."

To be honest, he wants to go back to the countryside to farm.

...

ten minutes later.

Chapter 119: The princess model robot makes its debut (Part 2)

"Strange, the distribution of breath inside seems a bit messy?"

Standing in front of the iron gate several meters high, Sebastian frowned slightly with his hands behind his back.

He came here to rescue the kidnapped Tsuare alone and destroy this stronghold by the way.

Not only him, this time the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick even dispatched six class guardians to give punishment and despair to the stupid people.

Lord Ainz is very angry because...

The princess was kidnapped by "Eight Fingers".

And because of a certain medal on this child, Ainz-sama cannot even pinpoint his location through the super-magic "Star Wish".

I could only barely confirm that the person was indeed in the royal capital.

If you want to find it as soon as possible, you have to send more manpower, but...

Ainz-sama seems to be still worried about something?

Thinking of the hint of hesitation in the tone of the Supreme Being when he broadcast the command message in the "communication".

Sebastian couldn't help but have a flash of worry in his eyes.

It seems that there should be some quite unexpected accidents in this operation, otherwise the adult would not be like this.

"Oh... let's do our part as planned first."

Sebastian sighed lightly, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the back corner of the street, leaving the three men who were carefully observing here stunned for a moment.