4th Floor – Lv.55 Fallout Clan (3)
“Yeah, what’s your name?”
“It’s called a music box. I’m fine.”
“Heh heh, it’s good that you don’t have luck with NPCs. The only exiles I’ve ever met were those people.”
The campsite was well-maintained with the unique simplicity of Night Crow.
Efficiently moving monster hunters don’t carry much on expeditions.
The one-eyed swordsman who introduced himself as Dusbourne was a surprisingly arrogant person.
A seat was made immediately at the campsite.
It is an island in a gloomy undead swamp, but a burning bonfire easily casts away the darkness.
It was warm and dry.
“Night is coming soon. These swamp monsters become more active at night. Stay overnight.”
Very friendly, but I wasn’t vigilant.
Night Crow is not a very normal organization.
As an organization that appears in a fixed manner, the members of each world may be different, but the background setting is always the same.
An organization of victims who could not stand the neglect of the state.
Most of the members lose their families to the monsters and join them after wandering around. It is a very dark organization.
It can’t be fun All they have left is revenge and a little sense of duty.
“Seeing that you are not wearing a hood, you seem to be the general manager. Get well.”
“Um? You seem to know us well.”
“Aren’t you an exile?”
“Yeah, you guys are really strange people. Stop saying things will get better. It doesn’t sound very good. It’s been a while since I abandoned my nobles.”
“Would it be enough?”
“Of course. It’s true that I’m still a knight. Hahaha.”
Randomly generated NPCs cannot know the detailed background settings in advance. So it’s hard to know what you’re thinking.
We have to dig up little by little, but the bird that Sir Dusbourne is talking about is very dubious.
Dozens of stag beetles appear to be inside.
I think it would be better to just lie flat.
I started a different story instead.
“By the way, how are the orcs doing these days?”
This is an important question. Since we already have a relationship with Twitdon, we will meet again in some way on the next floor.
In the pre-kingdom section, there are very few cases where the time zone is significantly twisted.
No matter how much a girl is a trigger to increase the difficulty, I don’t think it will touch the time.
Then, the time zone of this continent is probably not much different from the second floor.
“Hey, it’s the first time I’ve seen an exile who is interested in the situation on the continent. You’re amazing in many ways.”
That’s because I usually don’t have the ability to comprehend things even if I listen to them.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Are there any dangers of raids at night?”
“If you come, you can cut them all. Trust me.”
It’s not polite to say no to this.
To be honest, I missed the taste of alcohol. At the end of the last episode, I was so busy that I can’t even remember what I ate properly.
The roguelike of this madman randomly decides even the taste of alcohol on the continent within a certain range.
This continent’s beer was almost like a dwarf brew.
“Great. I’ll live with this taste.”
The sword master exclaims.
So did I.
Meanwhile, calculations are running in my head.
It’s beer, not wine.
It is mainly consumed in the northern part of the country.
Then the human land would be located in the northern part of the continent.
This swamp may not have been surprisingly far from the fairy forest that I met with Todont.
Since it was a coniferous forest, the forest was also relatively northern.
The shape of the continent may be very strange, but let’s rule out that possibility for now.
“Yeah. Orcs? I have some lines in the military.”
Sir Dusbourne, surprisingly, started talking like a small talker.
I thought it was a good thing at first.
But as the story progressed, I realized that something was wrong.
This is very detailed and useful information.
Could this be a secret?
There is absolutely no information to give barefoot.
I feel like I’m getting drunk.
“Heh heh, why but. I’ve met someone I like after a long time.”
“Thank you for your kind regard. Sir Dusbourne.”
“Come on, let’s get another drink. It’s a high-quality beer from the dwarf brewery.”
what? It’s not man-made. How is it so delicious?
However, it was difficult to feel what the taste of alcohol was.
* * *
God’s role in the labyrinth is nothing.
It is not a matter of particular concern for believers to exercise their power.
It’s just enough to know that someone borrowed his power to write it.
Not to mention, the goddess of chaos has few followers.
There is no borrowing power from anywhere, and there is no god to watch over.
The new seat is a space where there is nothing.
Goddess was always bored.
There are no believers who pray.
It was funny when I woke up from a deep sleep and looked at the situation.
The cheeky guy who was intimidating himself is suffering from being caught by some native NPC.
We’re talking to each other hahahaha, but that’s not just a social conversation.
Horses contain not only bones but also blades.
Night Crows are like that.
Others see something.
A cheeky devotee took care of the mind map of the party members and made her a temporary devotee to reroll the skill.
When I said that I would sacrifice all the corpses to fill them up, I had a plan to use them all.
A girl or a hunter would immediately escape if a pantheon appeared.
And put it under another god.
I wasn’t very happy to know that.
But thanks to that, I am happy that the number of believers to observe has increased.
Let’s take a look at the résumé.
A small and noisy girl is a first-timer.
For such a thing, he adapts surprisingly quickly, but there are people like that.
Even now, he chatters
Perhaps it was cute, so another guy from Night Crow is grilling meat and putting it in his mouth.
He is the kind of person that is loved everywhere.
But even so, his eyes keep moving towards the cheeky Shinto.
[The goddess of chaos bites her tongue saying that there will be a hole in the ‘uncle’ face.]
The girl who was biting the meat suddenly stops moving.
And bashfully smile
‘Ai, Goddess is also true.’
This guy is no fun.
Shake your head and send a message to the big muscle mass.
This guy has a taste of being teased for being stupid, befitting a first-run car.
“Hot? God!”
It’s so cute that it doesn’t go well with what you see when you put your hands together in a respectful posture and pray.
It’s a bit too funny, so let’s move on.
The bleak middle-aged Ranger looks like a member of Night Crow, not this party.
While eating, bluntly and bleakly, without any conversation.
It’s so natural that if you put on clothes, you’ll know that you’re a native NPC.
The goddess saw what the hunter had been through without much thought.
“What else are you?”
Surprised, he delivered upbringing with new words.
The hunter took up a water bottle and drank without hesitation in response to the sudden message.
‘You’re confused. I was waiting for you when you said that.’
“I said it was a fairy trap, so what you stepped on wasn’t a trap, but a fairy anti-tank mine.”
‘I’d appreciate it if you kept it a secret from everyone else.’
The goddess of chaos laughed outrageously.
A few possibilities flashing through my mind.
One of the many gossips I heard during my exile days.
“Well, it’s not like I cheated on the age at all. So, are you looking for a temple of time rather than a kingdom?”
‘That is my only hope. Oh God.’
👑👑👑
It was enough to laugh and talk alone.
If it was the temple of time, she had only seen it three times during her 100 years of exile.
So she doesn’t even know how far the time god’s power extends.
“Okay, keep your mouth shut. I hope it works out the way you want it.”
The hunter’s gaze briefly reached the leader and then the girl.
Finally, Night Crow and Sword Master.
It is a combination that cannot happen on the 4th floor with normal luck.
There was hope in the eyes of the middle-aged that were getting colder.
* * *
The next morning, I thought that something was coming.
Sir Dusbourne’s Night Crow squad treated our party very well.
They served wine and meat.
He treated me so well that it was as if I was sending someone I wouldn’t see tomorrow.
Kindness has a reason.
“You exiles are famous for their miraculous springs.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Of course we need it. Not our crew, but you.”
I’m slowly starting to understand what you mean.
“If the exiles appear on the continent, the movement radius is limited?”
You can’t go out of bounds on the map.
As exiles, so are we.
Native NPCs will see it a little differently. For them, it is just a place where they were born and have lived until now.
It’s just that the outfit is jung-gu heating, but you’d think that very normal people couldn’t pass through as if there were even walls.
“And I’ve been told you have to find the stairs to get to the next one.”
The sword master points to the castle in the swamp.
“Aren’t you over there?”
“Yes. Sir Dusbourne.”
“You’re pretty strong. So are your comrades. Coincidentally, you match our goal.”
And then put out your hand I had no choice but to hold onto it.
There is no way to disobey the will of the Sword Master, who reveals his subtly living life.
“You take the lead. I’ve heard that exiles don’t have one life.”
“I’ll be happy to do that. Sir.”
This is why I prefer different races such as orcs and fairies to native human NPCs.
Fairies are less likely to be uncomfortable because of their innate goodness.
Orcs are easy to handle as long as they praise their bravery.
On the other hand, humans are more difficult to deal with than any other race on the continent.
Well, Sir Dusbourne is someone who knows the truth. It’s like we’ve been treated our own way.
* * *
When Sir Dusbourne, who knew the truth, explained his plan of operation, he did not exclude us.
It was a completely decoy role, but thanks to that, it became clear what was inside that castle.
It is a fallen vampire clan.
Vampires, that is, vampires, eat the blood of a race before being reborn as undead vampires.
Therefore, human vampires have no choice but to live in the midst of human society.
However, even within the vampire society, there are bound to be conflicts.
Largely, it is a territorial dispute between clans, and at a small level, it is a rebellion within the clan.
The straggler clan refers to those who lost their territory and were expelled from such a defeat, or those who were also expelled after a failed rebellion.
There is a possibility that they are powerful beings that have been destroyed by a greater force to ignore as remnants.
And according to the law of the labyrinth, if it was a vampire clan at the opposite point of the Sword Master, at least a Lord-class would lead it.
The road to the castle was smooth.
The vampires wouldn’t walk around, but because of yesterday’s commotion, most of the nearby undead were cleaned up.
Even an ancient crocodile, a field boss, would not have had many more corpses left in the yard.
Of course, the swamp was wide, and if you go to the other side of the castle, countless undead are still waiting for the living under the swamp.
The entrance to the collapsed old castle was very gloomy.
Sir Dusbourne said good luck and withdrew.
From now on, it looks like only our party enters the castle.
The Night Crow lurks behind him and follows him slowly.
Our lives are not valued. They only aim for the moment of victory.
“Something I don’t like.”
The girl grunted.
“But the meat was delicious, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, I think human-raised pigs are better than wild boars.”
“Then you have to pay for the meal.”
The castle’s corridors were in very bad condition. Lord Dursbourne did not know when it had been abandoned.
It seems that it was abandoned long before the straggler clan took over.
Bats start flying.
The hunter quietly thrust the arrow into the potion bottle and pulled it out.
The girl puts the healing potion on the dagger, and I put the healing potion on the arming sword used by Provence.
The swarm of bats grew.
It was almost obscuring my view.
When the party stopped, the bats started to gather in front of them.
They come together to form a human figure.
Two vampires appeared.
At least level 50 if you look at what can be scattered with bats.
“Are you human again? It doesn’t seem like you’re really bored. Are you saying you’re going to catch some people from a nearby city?”
Not only was his complexion pale, but he looked really tired.
And the lines you play are also very ominous.
I think there’s a reason Sir Dusbourne used us as bait.
This isn’t the first fight.
Vampires have had the experience of blocking subjugation at least once.
The hunter fired an arrow in a question-and-answer dance.
One careless guy blocked the arrow with his hand.
Smoke rises from the pierced hands and burns.
“Ugh? Seongsu?”
It is a healing potion, but the effect is similar. Undead take damage from healing springs.
The girl and I ran.
One managed to escape, but the one already hit by the arrow was cut deeply.
Likewise, it starts to burn.
throws a dagger Although no potion was applied, the movement was temporarily restricted by piercing the limbs.
They tried to disperse as bats, but it was too late.
The girl did not miss a gap.
Although vampires can regenerate or shed most of their damage, they scatter as ashes when their hearts are pierced.
I lost an ally in an instant.
However, the other guy turned into a bat and managed to disperse.
Pick it up and the hunter’s arrow flies through the swarm of bats.
Me and the girl closed their eyes and covered their ears.
pop! And the explosive arrows from the abyss did its job.
Naturally, if they disperse as bats, they become more vulnerable to wide-area attacks.
The vampires, who had barely managed to reunite half of their bodies, and made up their bodies, fell to the ground.
I walked up to the wriggling bastard to regenerate.
Cut the sprouting lower body with a sword.
The spring water starts to scorch and burn.
I took out the potion bottle and shook it jiggling.
“If you don’t want to shower with this, answer me. What’s your lord’s name?”
I hope this is a fixed NPC.
The vampire tried to keep her mouth shut.
However, when he poured a little more potion on the affected area, he screamed and succumbed.
“Wait, please! Ughhhhhhhh! Stop it! It’s Barbaroi-nim!”
“If you betray your master so easily, it will be bitter. You will die.”
He pierced his heart and sent it away.
When I was an undead, I was pickled in potions, so I know this is a pain that seems to twist the soul.
That really isn’t a matter of damage.
“Hmm, Barbaro. Barbaro.”
it’s a known name
When a straggler clan occurs, its members are found scattered across various hierarchies.
Barbaroi leads a clan specialized in magic among dogs.
And among the scattered clan members of Barbaro who will appear in the future hierarchy.
“I have one little boy.”
It’s useless right now, but if you look at your potential as a wizard, it’s a high-end specification.
One of the most important elements in the game that has become a reality.
“Not stupid.”
As a child, I can’t tell the difference. If you twist it, it twists very easily. Can’t get any better than this
I get excited.
He gave the girl a thumbs up saying he was very good.
Anyway, I get compliments, so I don’t know English and smile.
Thanks to this guy, an encounter with a probability that it doesn’t happen often pops up.
the price of suffering. Labyrinth is very fair in that respect.
I’ll just have to survive.
—– Author’s remarks —–
This Sir Dusbourne doesn’t use a pickaxe as a weapon, and his castle isn’t a kale-blue!
These days, I’m trying to solidify my writing routine.
When I wake up roughly, I eat, go for a walk, and think about what to write.
I also read text baseball novels or novels that have a very difficult tutorial.
I eat and write again, I write again while thinking about how to write it, and I go for a walk once more.
Then, as the day passed, the manuscript was completed.
I don’t think it’s a good thing to have something fixed like this.
First of all, we should aim to complete it before the day is over.
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