Chapter 75 Preparations Before Departure

Sixteen arrows struck the café's sign, but only five were deflected by a hairy man with his shield.

The archer had already emptied his quiver of arrows, so he had no choice but to strangle the other man with the bowstring.

The bulky creature removed all its armor, and the one with the arrow-feathered tail was very light, leaping and bounding, but it posed no threat to the brown-haired body.

Five fights have broken out here in the past four hours.

The reasons are unclear, but they all stem from disliking the other party or from someone who is bored and deliberately trying to cause trouble.

There was a distinctive creature in the café, a long-eared elf with a striking appearance, while the others were all humans.

While they were talking about fighting, they also mentioned Summer Insect Town, claiming that they had just returned from there, as if simply going there would give them something to talk about.

A lizardman drinking in a coffee shop said, "Bring me a hot coffee! I've heard so much new stuff lately. We just disbanded the mercenaries yesterday, and today they say we're going to get a beating. Are the Naga here to punish us? What did we do wrong? Anyway, I just want to live a carefree life."

A half-reincarnated being continued to recount what he had seen and heard: "Have you ever seen a trident taller than a sycamore tree? I have. Three people couldn't lift it; it took two horses. But that Naga Queen lifted the trident above her head with the strength of just one arm. She had six, no, seven male guards with her..."

Before he could finish speaking, another half-reincarnated individual interrupted him: "Seven? As soon as you say seven, I know you've never seen a real Naga. The Naga are a matriarchal society; there's only one queen in a camp, and the rest are men."

"Pah! In my opinion, you've never seen it either!"

The guy in front immediately threw his iced coffee over the other person's head: "I said seven, and I mean seven!"

The café quickly became lively again.

The guy who spilled the coffee was slapped more than twenty times, while the guy who got splashed was kicked a few times, and the two quickly started fighting.

The coffee drinkers, while watching the spectacle, felt it wasn't exciting enough and embellished the story, urging them to fight even harder.

One of the hunchbacked men gave each of them a broadsword and told them to go to the doorway and fight.

But these two half-reincarnated individuals looked at each other, realizing they knew absolutely no swordsmanship.

People who can't use magic or wield swords are not welcome in cafes and quickly leave amidst sighs of disappointment.

Not long after, a tall and imposing man entered the coffee shop, followed by a little angel.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

This big guy is a golem, and he walks with the imposing presence of a polar bear.

He glanced around and was disappointed. He said to the angel behind him, "I'm afraid there's not a single one here who can fight."

Everyone heard this.

The three fierce-looking orcs had just put their coffee in their mouths when they burst into laughter like they'd just opened a soda can: "Ha! You all heard that? He said we don't have a single one who can fight!"

The golem remained calm, went to the bar, ordered a hot coffee, handed it to the angel, and told her to stay away.

Clearly, he was ready to fight any one of the three orcs.

Since Summer Insect Town was occupied, no one has come to the coffee shop to cause trouble for a long time, especially not a professional troublemaker.

The group sitting furthest away made room for each other, while the group sitting closest moved their table away. At the same time, the three orcs pulled out their flail, axe, and spiked club.

Despite the weapons looking heavy, the orcs used them with ease.

The golem thumped its chest like a chimpanzee and shouted, "Come on!"

Those who dare to show no weakness easily gain empathy, and as the shouts rang out, three orcs attacked from different directions.

The first meteor hammer missed; it was dodged.

The second axe grazed the right shoulder, making a striking sound like hammering on an anvil, and sparks flew everywhere.

The third spiked club struck his head hard; if it were a human body, it would have been a pile of mud long ago.

However, both weapons that struck the golem were deflected to varying degrees; the axe was chipped, and a row of nails was worn down on the mace.

“Hey, hit harder, I haven’t even broken a sweat yet,” the golem taunted.

The orc, finding melee weapons ineffective, shouted to the bystanders who were sitting and watching the spectacle, "Did you hear that? Give him a good beating!"

The coffee shop has never been as bustling as it is today.

Fireball, Freeze, Lightning—anyone who knew even a little magic climbed onto the table, chanting awful incantations.

Sticks, longbows, swords—anyone armed with a melee weapon swarmed forward.

The golem remained motionless, enduring the beating.

"Bilis! Bilis! Bilis! Watch out for that giant fireball!"

The little angel warned the golem about the big fireball, but his tone sounded more like he was cheering it on.

The so-called fireball was actually only half the size of a wine barrel. Before it could even fully touch the golem, it was absorbed by some kind of energy and turned into a plume of black smoke.

"Bilis! Bilis! Bilis! Watch out for that giant icicle!"

The so-called giant icicle was actually only half the length of a mop. Before it even fully touched the golem, it was melted by the released heat and turned into a puddle of water.

"Bilis! Bilis! Bilis! Watch out for lightning!"

Perhaps the golem's eyes couldn't keep up with the lightning; it was neither able to absorb the rapidly moving magic nor find a way to counter it, and was struck squarely.

Visible electric currents circulate on the body surface. When numerous melee weapons are about to reach their target, the current is suddenly conducted to the opponent through the metal weapons.

The café fell silent in an instant.

Those who used melee weapons all lay down and remained motionless.

The golem waved its hand and said, "The mayor sent me to take a look. Maybe I'm just unlucky. What did I just say? There really isn't a single one who can fight."

"Biris! Danger!"

The golem was caught off guard and was caught by a hand that emerged from the ground.

The number of hands increased rapidly, quickly forming a hollow black hole that was pulling the golem downwards.

Between the two pillars of the cafe sat a man who had not been involved in the fight.

He only has five holes on his face: two for his eyes, two for his nose, and one for his mouth. He doesn't like drinking coffee at all because he can't taste it, and he doesn't like eating because he doesn't have a stomach.

An undead who has a habit of coming out to watch the excitement during the day!

"Hey! Don't scroll down! I'm afraid of the dark!" the golem yelled.

The skeleton shook two wooden bones, and the black hole disappeared.

Half of the golem's body was stuck in the cement, and it couldn't be shaken out no matter how hard it tried.

"Hey, can you do me a favor? Use your magic to save me."

"Why should I listen to you if you lose to me?"

As soon as Mr. Skeleton finished speaking, the golem suddenly turned into a ball of light and soared into the sky like fireworks. A well-dressed half-reincarnated being appeared from behind a pillar.

He politely took out a wallet and poured out ten gold coins.

“My name is Billis. The golem from before was a stand-in. I need to choose a suitable combat guide from among you. Here are ten gold coins. Will they guide me?”

Even though skeletons don't have eyes, money still shines on them!

He picked up the gold coin with two pieces of wood, put it in his mouth and bit it, and immediately revealed a terrifying smile.

Where are we going?

"Summer Insect Town, I heard that it has been occupied by the Naga."

"I don't know about that, but I have the ability to make the Naga disappear from that land."

"make a deal!"

"However, you'll have to add some money. I need a set of clothes that can cover my body, trousers that can stretch as much as possible, a hat that can completely block out the sun, a cloak that won't be blown away by the wind, and boots that fit my toes..."

"Okay, okay, I agree to everything! When do we leave?"

"We can set off now!"

Mr. Skeleton excitedly shook hands with Billy, but as soon as he stepped outside, he was struck by a beam of light from afar, staggered backward, and crashed into a pillar.

The arrow of light pierced the bone, but did not disappear, pinning the newly acquired guide firmly to the pillar.

Mr. Skeleton tried everything to use dark magic, but soon discovered that his spells were blocked by some stronger barrier!

The opponent can actually use a silencing spell!

"Why not hire me, Billis, when ten gold coins can hire someone who can't even leave a coffee shop?"

A female elf of light emerged from the sunlight. She wore high heels, black silk trousers, and a light, airy silk veil. Behind her was a bow of light that required no arrows.

She walked gently in the wind, as if dancing gracefully with the natural light.

"Hi, Mia, long time no see. I need someone..."

Mia put her finger to Biris's lips, looked at the angel, and asked, "Your daughter?"

"No."

"That's good."

What did you just say?

"He didn't say anything."

No, you did.

"Yes, I did say that, but what I mean is, what you need is not a guide, but a partner. A hindrance can't be a partner."