"For example, now-when the other party has made a deadly weapon, you can get the cold weapon to limit the counterattack. This is a happy island.


"And the other bank has posed an urgent threat to the plural targets …
"Even if you kill each other, you will not be arrested by the head office, and you will even be rewarded. This is the island’s best rule."
-rules
It’s just a rule.
The dragon does not allow elves to issue "real" laws that can be suitable for everyone. The "company law" set up by each island head office will take effect among employees of many companies controlled by the head office.
These extra-legal fanatic mercenaries will not pay attention to it, and they will be punished-after all, they have lost their citizens after losing their identity codes, and they can be expelled from the floating island if they are arrested.
Exiled to land full of radiation curses or simply thrown into the sea, the outcome is the same anyway.
But even so, it is not allowed to "kill" for no reason.
Get to the bottom of it … such a world without government, country, army and law.
Everything can rely on "rules"
Flexible rules and rigid rules
Never changed the rules. Change the rules every day.
Bad day unhurriedly pulled out a knife handle from his chest.
There is no blade, no armguard, just an ordinary handle of a short stick.
It’s not really "broken arrow" because it doesn’t even have the slightest steel blade. It’s made of wood.
From the point of view, it is extremely lethal. The only thing that seems to hypnotize yourself is that you are holding a weapon.
"Because people will call that …
"-[hero]"
He said softly
"It’s not the head office, the elves, or the dragon that gives them the name of’ hero’ … but the media.
"Is the newspaper is the public opinion.
"It’s all the people-
"The head office will never send the executive department to arrest a’ hero’. Instead, it may give the’ hero’ a commendation and a generous treatment to make him a star and enter the executive department … and ask him to be a’ hero’."
Bad day said the corners of the mouth full of sarcastic smile "after all, this era is so lack of heroes.
"You just asked me if I would let you take the blame. My answer is yes or no.
"-be a hero, Russell."
Then he raised his right hand holding the sword high.
Not to the mercenaries behind him.
But a knife to Russell.
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The blue sword light dazzled like a comet-
Cold and murderous, pouring into Russell’s veins from both hands is like a running wolf hitting the spine!
Russell’s ears stood up instantly and his tail fluff exploded.
The light smear still remains Russell’s retina.
-what a bad day holds is just a blade handle.
But it seems to drag out a very slender blue light blade just like a whip shadow.
Russell was not completely sure whether the light blade was real or not.
It is very likely that he is hallucinating.
Because he was only three steps away on a bad day, the two of them were knocked over by the mercenary trigger on both sides of the table
If the light blade is real, Russell, who crouches so low, and the table in front of him will be cut in half by this blow.
However, if the sword shadow is not …
Russell clearly felt a trace of residual body chill slanting across the body from the right side of the neck into the left side of the waist.
It’s like when you look up and drink iced coke, a little liquid slides down your throat and seeps into your skirt
Almost inclined to split himself in half, and Russell’s body still remains in the sword.
He consciously put his hand into the front of his coat and touched his skin to make sure it was really intact.
-specifically, I don’t even have a crack to touch the place where my fingertips touch, and I don’t feel cold … That’s normal and warmer than skin.
"But this how …"
Russell consciousness murmured
For a moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.
See the two mercenaries who are facing them and keep shooting. Suddenly, a mass of blood and beheadings broke out behind them.
The head body slowly knelt down, and the head without horns dragged a blood stain and purred towards Russell. The other one splashed irregular blood stains like an overripe rotten apple.
They have no resistance, no shouting, no fear.
The skull mask rolled over and fell off because of rubbing.
Crazy cruelty still remains on his face like a red-hot soldering iron marks the flesh and blood, which has been closed and a little vigilance can be seen in his eyes … It should be the vigilance when he sees something lifted on a bad day.
-the two of them didn’t realize that they were dead.
Because just for a moment, their heads were cut off with their backs to them.
The bad day is to cut Russell’s lightsaber, but it happened that two people were beheaded behind him.
"… is this psionic?"
Russell muttered