I Fell into the Game with Instant Kill

Then he scrunched up his chin and said,

“What are you? You look suspicious? Are you walking around alleys like this in broad daylight wearing robes?”

···What was he saying now?

I wondered what kind of bullshit this was, but I quickly understood the situation.

Are they trying to rip me off?

Compared to other Lord’s knights or soldiers, the Sixth Lord’s soldiers was the worst in many ways.

It was not unusual here that the soldiers who were supposed to keep the security robbed passers-by’s money bags.

One soldier put a mean smile on his lips and waved his hand. The other clacked his spear threateningly from behind.

“If you want to pass quietly, give us money. Or you can just get beaten up and go with us.”

I just laughed out loud because this sudden robbery dumbfounded me.

“···This kid is laughing? Are you kidding me right now?

The men’s expressions were severely distorted.

I ignored it and looked up.

There was no middle ground in my abilities, so there was no way to properly subdue them other than to kill them.

It’s a legend in itself to slaughter monsters like that in the demonic land, but not be able to subdue two soldiers who were less than level 20.

I was thinking of simply jumping up the building with space leap to get out.

“Hey.”

I heard another new voice.

Someone from the potion shop I was just heading to was approaching this way.

A short-haired woman with a sword on her waist and a long, oblique cut across her face. In one hand, she held a bottle of potion that she had just purchased.

The soldiers who saw her were startled and retreated.

She looked back at them and me once and said in a cool voice.

“Get out of here, you bastards.”

She said it to the soldiers.

One of them tried to open his mouth with an angry expression, but his colleague hurriedly stopped him.

“Hey, hey, let’s go.”

The two men could only stare at the woman, and then quickly escaped through the side road.

I could hear the murmurs of those walking away.

“Fuck, what an arrogant bitch when she’s only nothing but a slave…”

···Slave?

I looked at the woman who drove the soldiers away with a single word.

But she didn’t even look at me and went straight past me and went on her way.

I think she helped, so it’s absurd that she left without saying a word.

I stared at her back, then immediately stopped paying attention and went my own way. I moved towards the potion shop where she came out.

Kriiing.

I opened the old wooden door with a sign and went inside.

The inside was as old as the outside, but the atmosphere was neat. However, it smelled like a mixture of things.

Potions of various colors were displayed here and there. It reminded me of the scenery I saw in the Alkimas workshop.

As I looked around, an old man walked out of the shelf in the corner. It was the old man I was looking for.

I’ve come to the right place.

He glanced at me and walked over to the cashier’s chair and sat down.

“You’re a guest I haven’t seen. What potion did you come to buy?”

I pondered for a moment and answered.

“I’ll look around first.”

“Do what you feel comfortable with.”

The old man leaned back on his chair and picked up a cigarette from the desk.

He took a leaf fly from the drawer, stuffed it, lit it, and smoked it.

I glanced at the old man and turned away.

I looked through the potions on the shelf and fell into deep thought.

The reason I took a look around first was because I needed to be careful about how to open up a conversation with him.

Great Alchemist Gulpiro.

One of the most prestigious great alchemists on the continent in the present day.

And the person who created the elixir, ‘The Holy Blood of Diferi’.

That was the identity of the old man.

Why was he running an old potion shop in such a sparsely populated alley, but knowing what his situation was at the moment, it was roughly expected…

After organizing my thoughts, I turned my gaze back to the old man.

I spoke to him, who was exhaling cigarette smoke with a languid face.

“Master, how long has this store been running?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“That, young guy… It’s been about a year now, why?”

It’s been one year

I asked again.

“What’s the master’s name?”

“My name? Pleon. You can just call me with that.”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“I’m asking for your real name, not a pseudonym.”

At that moment, the atmosphere cooled down.

The characteristic languid atmosphere of the old man disappeared, and instead he was filled with a sense of intimidation.

He put down his cigarette and looked at me with a smirk.

“Who are you?”

I answered calmly.

“Seventh Lord.”

“···What?”

The old man’s eyes widened.

I told him, who was speechless.

“I don’t intend to threaten you. I’m just talking to you for a while, alchemist Gulpiro.”

He glanced out the shop window with a hardened expression on his face. I added;

“I came alone.”

“···Are you really the Seventh Lord? The one who had just been enthroned?”

“Yes.”

“How can I believe that?”

“If not, I must be a madman pretending to be a Lord and using his name. Why would I lie when it’s something that could be easily discovered with a little investigation?”

The old man, Gulpiro, frowned and let out a sigh.

“It would be meaningless to ask how you came to know about me. So, what’s the reason you’re here?”

He asked why I had come to see him.