CLXXXVI. Outlaw

Water Carriage, Section 8.

The red-haired noble commanded the Heroic Level adventurer to deal with the horse bandit holding the Big Anvil with a face cloth.

However, how could the adventurer dare to make a move?

The move Liszt had just made was too horrifying; the weapon, roughly weighing over 200 kilograms, seemed as light as a feather in his hands, as if it had no weight at all.

Judging by the force with which the soup had sprayed from the Security Guard captain, only an instantaneous destruction could have created such a scene—it was as if someone had fiercely stomped on a tomato on the ground, instantly splattering it completely, turning it into a shower of blood.

The other two nobles agreed that the red-haired noble was quite right.

All the psychological confrontations.

They were no different from a military fortress; once breached, the enemy forces would desperately squeeze in, until the breach grew larger and larger, eventually leaving them as fish on a chopping board.