The Over Lord: Rise of the New Lord
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The lunge of the bandits in the kingdom of Losborn is indeed quite famous, where people say if they all formed in one large group in the eastern region called the Black Taring.

The presence of bandits, robbers, information seekers or assassins in the kingdom of Losborn is only a small part of the entire Black Taring group with thousands of people.

Moving hidden in the black market and the night world of every kingdom in the eastern region, they provide a wide variety of dirty work services.

One of them when the incident where princess Siva was almost killed by a limp man in the trading center of the royal city, it was already known if the man was a hit man sent by the Black Taring group.

Including Erza who had previously been a member of the bandits under the auspices of the Black Taring group, although now she had tried to go and hide, but still her presence could be known easily.

Now a woman in black robes walks into a slum house in the northern part of the royal city of Losborn. Also seen some creepy-faced people who sit around with coffee in the stalls around began to pay attention to Erza's movements.

If only Erza was currently still a member of the Black Taring bandit group of course the aura of intimidating gazes from all of them would not be felt, even her fellow members greeted each other familiarly.

But now different, Erza was the one who chose to leave the group and it was considered a betrayal of all the rules in the guidebook to be a good and true bandit.

Erza walked over to the hideout of the bandit headquarters, without saying a word, she took out a silver badge to a large, jet-black man with three claw marks on his face.

"What do you want young lady ?."

"I was asked by the chairman of the Dorondo branch to report, senior."

Looking at the sharp eyes of the man before her, Erza just lowered her head in fear, however in terms of strength she was unlikely to resist, what's more around there are many people who have no fear of killing.

"Are you curious about the wound on my face." Asked the man.

"Eh?, what's senior ?." Erza replied in shock, she did not hear the man's words from being too scared.

"I asked, are you curious about the wounds on my face." He repeated the question.

"Not really."

"You should be curious."

"In that case, why did your face hurt senior."

"This wound I got against the king of the red wolf of the Jatilowa forest, fighting desperately for two days and two nights until the king of the red wolf left knowing he could not fight me." The arrogant look of the man tells his story.

Even though Erza did not consider the story to be very important, just tried to be amazed because she was afraid that the senior was angry.

"Oh, that's so great, it's amazing." Reply Erza smiled bitterly.

"It is true that I am the only one who dares to fight the wolf king alone." He did not stop being arrogant when there were people amazed.

'As you say what, I wish you were killed fighting the Wolf King.' Erza thought without daring to say it.

"Alright young lady, follow me, mister Dorondo is inside."

The large, jet-black man with three claw scars on his face carried Erza inside, there were almost no items or furniture, only four chairs and one table.

But the appearance of this house was just a camouflage to trick the city's security guards, while the main entrance to the headquarters was elsewhere.

The door under the floor becomes a secret room, there is also a ladder that leads to the basement with a dark and narrow hallway.

"Be careful and watch your steps, miss."

"Is there a trap here."

"No, but if you're not careful, you're gonna slip, the stairs here are pretty slippery."

"G ... I understand, thank you senior."

Just one step Erza down the stairs she had fallen and slammed pan*tat on the floor.

"Are you okay, miss ?." Shouting big, jet-black guy with 'Part of text missing.

"It's okay, senior." Erza replied even though she could feel her pan*tat cramping due to the impact with the floor.

"You just follow this hallway and you'll get to the entrance."

"Good senior."

As directed by her, Erza began to walk down the hallway carrying a light stone illumination from inside the storage bag.

*******

On the other side....

Now Raynor who stood still on the roof of the house residents have seen where Erza went, a slum west became his destination. Just like the territory where master Lamo lived to the southeast, those two places were the locations where the criminals gathered.

Raynor could confirm that if the western slums had an organized group of criminals, they were all very calm, without making a fuss and very relaxed.

'I don't think Erza is still in touch with the world of crime, but why is she in a place like this.'

'Of course Erza has a reason.'

He couldn't possibly misjudge someone, if the start of Erza's meeting did have bad intentions, but after the last few days his attitude had completely changed.

It is not a lie when Erza says she wants to live a new life as a good human being without the need to do evil things.

'wait.... What this has to do with the image he showed.' Raynor regretted remembering it.

'And also, the reason he was looking for me, because I was the one who stopped Siva's killer.'

Raynor thought through all the reasons carefully, and he came to a conclusion about Erza's actions now.

'Ah... If the true victor of my guess is, Erza is forced to search for the existence of the person who stopped Siva's killer and that person is me.'

'The most important thing now is that Erza intends to tell the bandits about me, or she will cover it up.'

The only way Raynor could answer the question was to ask Erza. He did not want to think ill of a woman, but he also could not forgive anyone who could take advantage of others.

Raynor jumped down, he walked towards the house that Erza was aiming for, around Raynor were already many pairs of eyes looking at with a viscous killing aura.

But there was not the slightest bit of fear even though Raynor was outnumbered, where there were more than twenty people armed with the strength of early to late stage soul mastery experts.

Each of them was already preparing to pull out a weapon and fight if any stranger entered their territory to look for a commotion

One elderly thin man staggered to begin to approach Raynor with a jug filled with Arak or hard water smelling like a jam*ban to drink.

On his waist there is also a knife that would be dangerous if used by drunk people.

"This isn't a playground, kid, you better go home, wash your feet and sleep there." Said the drunk man by pointing to his face.

The man's hand touched Raynor's shoulder, the face facing each other, the scent of the jam*ban from his mouth could Raynor feel.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to play games here, and I'm not happy when people point to my face." Answer Raynor.

Unconcerned by the many bandits around, Raynor throws the man's body to hit the table at the stall where his friends are drinking.