"Bzz!"
The Mosquito Monster flew into an instant rage. What had fallen was none other than the tool of its trade—the long, slender proboscis it used to suck blood.
And with the Mosquito Monster's fury, Richard smoothly accomplished his goal—drawing aggro.
"Hiss, I can't use that again in the future."
Richard sucked in a sharp breath. That strike had been powerful, but it had come at the cost of every muscle in his arm tearing apart. The arm holding his sword was utterly powerless now; without more than ten minutes to recover, he probably would not be able to use it normally.
Ten minutes sounded short, but in battle, a fight could be over in that time.
Using the Gale Boots on his feet and Levitation, Richard darted and weaved through the forest, leading the mosquito flying all over the woods.
The Mosquito Monster had no ranged means, and it was not very bright either. It merely possessed high physical strength, a hard proboscis, and wings with a hallucinatory effect.
Richard led it around with the leisurely ease of a stroll through his own courtyard.
"Richard!"
At Ellie's call, Richard naturally led the Mosquito Monster back. But after only a few steps, a ripple from a mark suddenly made him halt.
Someone else had arrived.
In an instant, Richard's thoughts raced. Someone with mark fluctuations appearing at a time like this was probably here with ill intent.
Let this Mosquito Monster test that person's strength.
With that thought, Richard immediately pulled out a bottle of Alchemy Potion from his Magic Pocket and smashed it on the ground. Thick smoke with a pungent smell instantly rose through the forest.
Taking the opportunity, Richard used the Cloak of Concealment to crouch down in the smoke, listening as still as a stone to