My job list is full of alien girls.

Chapter 13 Could it be that he really has something?

"Oh?" Don Quixote's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

She stomped down on the chair with a "thump," sending dust flying from the table.

"I can't believe such a thing exists!"

"Put your feet down!" Milan shouted, pointing at her feet.

"Oh, oh," Don Quixote quickly put his feet down, "Where were we just talking about...?"

"Those scoundrels don't deserve to be called adventurers; they have tarnished the honor of us adventurers!"

Don Quixote clenched his fist again, the armor clanging against each other.

"Grandpa Village Chief, please tell us who they are! What do they look like!"

"As champions of justice, we absolutely cannot let such villains get away with it!"

"They must be brought to justice and justice must be served for the village!"

Susanna, standing next to her, nodded vigorously and whispered, "Yes, Grandpa Village Chief, the Adventurers' Guild has clear rules that it will never tolerate such evil deeds that harm civilians."

"As long as we report their information to the guild, they won't stand idly by."

Rod didn't join their argument. He glanced at the cobwebs and dust around him and decided to clean up his place for the night.

Even if it's just a temporary overnight stay, basic cleanliness and quality of life should be guaranteed.

whoosh-

The mage Milan standing nearby probably thought the same thing.

She casually waved her staff, and the broom beside her floated up on its own, sweeping the ground in circles, even cleaning up the spider webs in the corners.

"..." Rhodes fell silent instantly.

What, there's even an automatic sweeping magic feature?

What kind of magical power is this?

I really want to learn...

"Please, you must tell us the characteristics of those thugs!"

Faced with Don Quixote's sincere demeanor and glancing at Susanna's worried expression, he sighed heavily, perhaps moved by their earnestness:

"Alright, alright, I might as well tell you. Just be careful not to get scammed if you run into them."

"Those three bastards came to our village a month ago."

"They said they were lost adventurers, and we kindly took them in, gave them food and water, and let them stay for three whole days."

The old village chief's voice grew deeper and deeper, and the wrinkles on his face tightened together.

"And what happened? Before they left, they kidnapped two young men from our village, saying they were going to take them on as adventurers to make a lot of money!"

"Although we were reluctant to let them go, we thought that young people should go out and explore the world."

"But what was the result?" His voice was full of self-blame as he said this.

"A few days later, the three people came with the tokens on the children, saying that they were seriously injured and had been placed in Misty City for treatment, and urgently needed a lot of money for medical treatment."

"Although I had my doubts at the time, I thought it was a matter of life and death, so I gathered everyone together and pooled some money to give to him, just so that those two children could come back safely!"

Thinking of this, his voice suddenly rose considerably.

"But, but... half a month ago, they came again and said that the person couldn't be saved, died, and was buried in the Vatican's cemetery, and they wanted us to pay for the funeral."

"Of course we couldn't accept this outcome, so we questioned them about what had happened, and that's when they revealed their true colors..."

"They said our children were long dead, and they've been lying to us to squeeze money out of us. They even threatened us that if we didn't make regular offerings, they'd kill anyone from our village who saw us outside!"

"Tell me, what's the difference between those scoundrel adventurers and bandits?!"

The old village chief became emotional as he spoke, tapping his cane repeatedly.

Don Quixote gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "This is outrageous! They're worse than animals!"

"We also thought about revenge."

The old village chief shook his head, his face full of helplessness:

"But our village is small and has few people. When we stick together, we can resist their invasion, but we can't stay in the village forever. Once we enter the forest... well, that's a different story."

"Then why not go to the Adventurers' Guild and expose their ugly faces?" Susanna wondered.

"We did consider it, but we only knew their names and appearances roughly, let alone the cost of issuing official arrest warrants."

"And we're afraid... what if we fail to catch them and they come back to retaliate? Our little village will be finished."

"May I see what those morally corrupt scoundrels look like?" Don Quixote exclaimed indignantly. "If we were to encounter them... hmph..."

"Yes, there are, but as for you guys..."

The old village chief glanced at the radiant Don Quixote, but still didn't say anything to dampen her enthusiasm.

He took a piece of parchment from his pocket and carefully unfolded it.

There are three crooked human figures drawn in charcoal. Although the drawing is rough, the facial features are still recognizable.

"This is the only child in the village who can draw, and he drew it based on his memory at the time."

"If you encounter them, remember to avoid them; they are very good at disguising themselves."

Susanna went over first.

She turned pale instantly after just one glance.

"what!"

She took a step back abruptly, covering her mouth tightly as if she had seen something unbelievable.

Don Quixote also leaned over, stunned for a full three seconds, before letting out a surprised exclamation: "Eh!"

The two suddenly looked at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

"?"

Milan, puzzled, also came over.

"What's all the fuss about?" She first scolded her companion, then her expression froze.

"Whoa!"

A moment later, she made a similar sound.

The three of them looked at Rod, who was intently watching the broom sweep the floor automatically.

"?"

Feeling their intense gazes, Rhodes finally spared some of his own attention for them.

"What's up?"

"Mr. Hiro, isn't this the one you mentioned before...?" The young priestess Susanna asked hesitantly, pointing to the three figures in the portrait.

After repeated confirmation, Susanna was certain that these were the three bodies he was burying!

How could Susanna leave such a deep impression?

After all, she was so frightened by witnessing the murder that she almost vomited on the spot, so she naturally remembered the faces of those three people very clearly.

"What?"

Hearing that this matter seemed to be related to him, Rod also went over and looked at the three people in the painting, pondering for a moment.

Who is this?

Why does everyone look like they know each other?

"Isn't this John's gang?" Alina's voice rang out from within the consciousness space, resolving Rhodes's doubts. "Can't you tell?"

"I don't remember..." Rod said blankly.

"Huh?" This time it was Alina's turn to be confused. "Didn't you just see it? How could you not remember?"

"Irrelevant characters don't need to be remembered..." Rhodes casually explained.

"Who turns around and forgets about the people they were going to kill?!" Alina exclaimed, marveling at his audacity. "You just buried their bodies, didn't you?!"

"I can't possibly remember what every buried corpse looks like," he said matter-of-factly. "Do you know how many corpses I bury every day?"

"I don't want to argue with you about this..." Alina was completely exasperated.

"Mr. Hiro?"

Seeing that Rhodes remained silent for a while, Susanna cautiously asked again, "You...you dealt with those three people in the forest before, were they them?"

Don Quixote chimed in, nodding rapidly, "Yes, yes, yes! Those are the three villains! Are they the ones you're judging?"

Rod thought of what Alina had just said and slowly nodded.

"I think so."

"Hmph!" Seeing their startled expressions, the old village chief assumed they were putting on an act for him. "Young people, you don't need to make up such lies to curry favor with us."

"Those three bastards are ruthless, and they've killed people on their hands. What can you few do against them?"

He sized up Rhodes and his group, his eyes full of disbelief: "There's a limit to how much you can boast, isn't there? I just told you guys about these thugs, and you 'coincidentally' killed them all?"

"We're not lying to you!" Susanna's eyes reddened with anxiety. "We really saw those three bodies with our own eyes!"

"Yes, we can also testify that it was this chivalrous knight who judged them, and we even witnessed the scene," Don Quixote shouted.

"Where's the evidence?" The old village chief shook his head, clearly still unconvinced. "What are their names? What are their characteristics?"

Don Quixote and Susanna were momentarily speechless.

They had only seen the corpses; how could they know the names of the three people?

The two of them turned to look at Rhodes.

Looking at the portrait, Rhodes pointed out each detail:

"This is John, this is Burke, and this is Tom."

"Their weapons were swords, axes, and knives."

"Oh?" Hearing that these characteristics matched, the old village chief narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then how did you meet? And why did you kill them?"

John invited me to the tavern, saying I looked very capable and that he would take me to the goblin's lair to make a lot of money.

He stared at the ceiling, at the hole in it, as if recalling something, or perhaps reading from a script:

"Just as we were exterminating the goblins, they suddenly attacked me, demanding that I lay down my weapons and money and beg for my life..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, as if talking to himself, and asked:

"Huh? Did they say that at the time? I don't remember it."

Rod paused for a moment: "But there's one thing I think he's right about."

"About what?" Susanna asked, puzzled.

"I really am very good," Rhodes said seriously.

"Take out the spoils you looted from them," Alina commanded from within the consciousness space.

Rod took the items he had taken from them out of the package.

Upon seeing this, the old village chief dropped his cane to the ground with a clatter.

"This, this..." He stood there blankly, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

After a long while, cloudy tears finally streamed down his wrinkled cheeks.

"It's them...it really is them..."

He squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and tears streamed down his face.

"Okay, okay..."

He instinctively bent down to pick it up, his withered fingers trembling violently, and it took him two tries to finally touch the handle of the cane.

"Those beasts, those damned thieves, murderers, bandits..." he kept cursing.

He sat on the ground as if all his strength had been drained away, his hands covering his face, his thin shoulders trembling violently.

"The revenge for those two children has finally been achieved!"

The murky tears fell onto the muddy back of his hands, leaving dark marks.

"Thank you, thank you all..."

After hearing the whole story, Don Quixote and Susanna stood aside, looking at each other in bewilderment.

They had always thought that Rhodes killed those three people because of a conflict of interest among adventurers, or some kind of personal grudge.

Susanna even thought Rhodes was a cold-blooded killer, never expecting there to be such a reason behind it.

He was not the murderer, but a hero who rid the people of a scourge.

Thinking of her previous misunderstandings and prejudices against Rhodes, Susanna lowered her head in guilt.

"I'm sorry... Mr. Hiro," she said softly, "We misunderstood you just now, we thought you were a bad person..."

Don Quixote, who was narrating, nodded vigorously and bowed deeply to Rhodes, his armor clanging loudly.

"We have misunderstood you!"

She bowed so forcefully that her helmet almost slipped off her head. She quickly used one hand to catch it and straightened her back again.

"Ranger, you truly are a champion of justice!" She looked at Rhodes excitedly, as if the previous duel invitation had never happened.

"You are not only powerful, but also so brave, daring to fight against evil forces!"

"This is the path of justice we all strive for!"

She looked up, her eyes sparkling with admiration, wishing she could become Rod's apprentice right now.

Milan, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow and glanced at Rode with some surprise.

She originally thought Rhodes was just an ordinary ranger with some skill, but she never expected him to have such a feat.

But no matter what righteous things he did, he was ultimately just a mortal.

Only a monk like her can accomplish greater things.

In the space of consciousness, Alina sat on the ground, hugging her knees, her brows furrowed tightly.

Is it really a coincidence?

John and his gang committed numerous evil deeds and were used to double-crossing each other, so it seems plausible that they were ultimately brought down by Rod.

But why is it such a coincidence?

Rhodes went to the tavern to find a temporary team and happened to meet these three people, and he just happened to agree to join them.

And they just happened to want to kill Rhodes and steal his equipment?

And then Rhodes just happened to turn the tables and kill them?

This is too coincidental, right?

The thought that Rhodes was a local corpse collector made Alina fall into deep thought.

Could it be... that this guy actually knew all along that John's gang was suspicious?

Or……

Alina looked at Rhodes outside, who was turning his gaze back to the automatic sweeping broom with an envious expression, and a hint of doubt arose in her heart.

Could it be that this chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) person, whose mind is always filled with intensity and all sorts of bizarre things, actually has something to offer?

Something's nine out of ten wrong.