Chapter 122
Greed Dragon Aranvalon (3)
Pazit! Pazijeuk!
Through the flower of electric current blooming in the air.
A German girl with snow-white skin emerged, gritting her teeth.
“You crazy bastard!”
The woman staring at me with venomous eyes was none other than Plora.
“You cleared Theme 2, so you cleared it, why are you messing with a dragon again? Do you want to die as a group?”
Her tone was harsh.
However.
I could detect the worry hidden within.
Of course, as befitting a Ranker, her spirit was still strong.
“Who… is that person?”
“A judge…?”
It was when the frowning team members were slightly retreating.
“Thunderclap?”
A middle-aged man stepped forward.
“Oh! Could you be Thunderclap?”
“What’s with him?”
Flinch.
Plora stepped back slightly.
“Oh, Thunderclap! To meet the hero of my homeland in a foreign land like this! I am deeply moved!”
“What, he was German?”
Come to think of it, that middle-aged man.
I still didn’t even know his name.
I only knew that he didn’t get along with Olivia.
And that he was a swordsman who used a sword.
“Yes, I am Maximilian, an A-class swordsman! It is an honor to meet Thunderclap, whom I have always respected!”
The middle-aged man bowed slightly.
Thanks to that, the grim atmosphere was slightly softened.
“What, anyway!”
Plora, who had been momentarily distracted, looked at me again.
“This is not allowed! As a judge, I have the right and duty to prevent participants’ sudden actions! You all can’t either! Everyone, put down your weapons!”
