30. People intertwined with odd fate
Jinglang…
A small piece of paper attached to the end of the handle began to sway, emitting an ominous light.
Jjallang-
A requiem for the dead. For those who have thrown away their physical shells, hospitality beyond this is a luxury.
The word “Excessive payment” Would fit perfectly.
Jjallang- Jjalang-
The closer you got to the place where the smell of blood lingered, the more violently the bell began to shake.
The man rubbed his palms on his tall coat, leaving wet soil marks.
Buss- The sound of falling soil grains added harmony to the requiem.
The fishy smell of water and the thick smell of soil were familiar scents to men. Because that’s what it’s always been.
“Bone, blood, skin, organs, heart, brain…”
Kidney. Eyeball. Esophagus. Vocal cords. Tongue. Muscle. Province. And…
The pace that gradually accelerated at walking speed finally stopped in front of a blue hand that was hanging limply.
“…It is a prison that confines the soul. However…”
The man rolled his unfocused eyes and looked down.
Because it’s been a while since he’s already dead, here and there, the cold corpses devoured by crows caught my eye.
“To live this life, you must become a sinner. Callas.”
– Pooh!
If you stepped on the shovel head with your tattered boots, the hideous shovel made of bones squeezed through the dirt grains.
Did you say that the star knight freed him from his body?
– Pak!
…It’s my job.
It’s my job. It guides the dead, gives them rest or gives them another chance.
I send out the ones who are going, and I don’t bother to cut out the ones who are coming.
Because the body is the shackle that holds the soul in the present life, and the prison. The role of liberating them and guiding their souls must be me.
This is something that no one other than me can do. This is a natural truth, a law of this world that no one can challenge.
However, this man drooped in front of his eyes.
“…So stupid.”
It didn’t go through my hands. Dare.
He put a dot on that flawlessly bright right eye, but the right eye, which was already deeply dug with a sword scar, is weakly withering and bursting.
Tsk tsk. The man clicked his extended tongue and silently continued his shoveling.
It is known in the world that the weight of the soul is as light as a feather, and that the moment the soul is released from the body, it ascends to a high heaven.
Bullsh*t.
An obsession beyond the limits of fools. The knowledge of fanatics. It is a by-product of ignorance.
The weight of the soul varies depending on the scale of the power that the being has.
There is no particular form to such a subject, so it is not difficult to retrieve the souls of warriors who have reversed themselves in a chaotic battlefield.
How much less, what about the owner of a body that rots in front of his eyes?
The 2nd Corps Commander of the Demon King’s Army, Callas who tears apart the dimension.
His right eye always sparkled like a desirable fruit, fueling the man’s greed.
Looking at those eyes, how much I drool.
Padudeuk- Gritting his teeth, the man silently continued to shovel.
“…Nothing.”
However, there is no soul.
After being defeated by the Knight of the Stars, it is no wonder that it is impossible to retrieve the soul.
Because being defeated by an existence that has surpassed its limits means that.
The hero, the hope of humans who are still clumsy in handling power, has not taken or captured the soul even after cutting down the other four.
As expected, the experience and power accumulated over a long period of time are different even if they are the same transcendent being.
In the current situation where he could neither revive nor take his beautifully sparkling right eye, the man raised his shovel and struck it down with anger.
“Me!”
– Bang!
“Only the day you are liberated!”
– Bang!
“I’ve been waiting so hard!!! Callas!!!”
– Quaang!!!
“Uhhhhh”
With Callas’s prison torn to shreds, the man immediately regained his composure and breathed heavily.
The stomach and chest area were already bursting out, and the limbs were barely alive, connected to the tattered body.
The head was not touched.
As Agato said, the brain is an indispensable element to discover the details of Callas’ death.
Still, the brain should still be usable.
– Rustling.
The man’s head swung around, rolling his bloodless eyes here and there, guessing the direction the sound came from.
– Take a shot
“…A mouse.”
I narrowed my brows and glared at the rat, then immediately withdrew my gaze and shoveled Callas’ neck with a shovel to remove his head.
Putting his pale, drooping head into a bag, the man left the sack and walked leisurely through the gruesome scene.
As the sound of footsteps grew farther and farther away, Denver, a former Ranger skirmisher hiding behind a rock, exhaled and stretched out.
“Pugh… f*ck hair… I thought you were really digging…”
Denver took a deep breath, clutching his chest, who had been frightened by that murderous stare earlier.
“Damn it… f*ck it… Why is the mortician here…”
Recalling the gruesome shovel, Denver trembled and hurriedly left the spot.
The body collector. Battlefield mortician.
To inform the fact that Huntly has started moving, as soon as possible.
* * *
“Thirteen… Fourteen… Fifteen…”
Kokdu After having a chase with Mogdan in the early morning hours, we were only able to open our eyes at an early lunchtime.
“Twenty one… Twenty two… Twenty two… No, three… Twenty-three?… Nimmy, sir.”
You’re going to get sick. I forgot
So, if you ask me what am I doing right now…
“Senior. What are you doing?”
Just at that time, Robin, who had been eating on the first floor, approached me with bread in his mouth.
“I’m counting the remaining money.”
“Money?”
Robin, who mumbled with bread in his mouth, sat across from him, placing bread and soup on the table in front of me.
“Yes. You know, no matter how much I am, money doesn’t pour out of my wallet indefinitely, right?”
At my words, Robin nodded vigorously as he dipped the bread into the soup and shoved it into his mouth.
“Well well… that’s right.”
“…Shall we eat and talk?”
“No, no. Gulp… Never mind me, keep talking.”
“…Yes. Anyway, I was counting the remaining money. It’s difficult to get to the capital via Harman, but it’s difficult if the security isn’t enough.”
I started counting the money again from the beginning, sorting out the silver coins, the gold coins, and the copper coins.
58 Maetel copper coins, 13 Maetel silver coins.
There were only two gold coins left.
If you buy daily necessities and preserved food, it’s likely to run out when you arrive at Harman.
f*ck. If I had known it would be like this, I would have brought more money with me when I came out of the warrior party.
“…Robin.”
“It’s cheep… Eh?”
“We are f*cked.”
“Why… Why? Is money so scarce? I don’t think I’ve ever spent a lot of money…”
“That’s right… Ha ha…”
If I could collect the bounty from the corps commanders I caught while in the hero’s party, it would be a bit easier… Unfortunately, unless you go to the guild headquarters in Mettelheim, which manages the corps commanders’ bounties, it will be difficult for you to receive the bounty. It seems.
“…Robin. How much did it cost to stay here for a night?”
“Ummm… Let’s see… It costs 12 silver a day to rent a room. We have two rooms… We’re losing 24 silver a day!”
“Oh, really. Do not lie.”
As I stuck out my tongue and pressed my temples, Robin suddenly leaned over to me and started whispering.
“Senior. Why don’t we just borrow some money from Princess Alexis? Still, since you’re the daughter of a duchy, wouldn’t it make sense that you’re in need for money?”
“Even the princess doesn’t have that much money. In the first place, she came over the gate for the purpose of field training during vacation, but she couldn’t have brought a lot of money.”
“Yeah… Is that so…”
Robin listened to me and backed away with his shoulders drooping.
Is it because we hurriedly ran out of Cologne? I never dreamed that I would be troubled by financial problems. If I had known it would be like this, I would have made more money in Cologne and left.
If I keep going like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to get to Harman and end up living like a ragtag… I don’t like it. I hate being homeless on the street even if I die. In the three years following her warrior, homelessness has had enough.
Let’s close our eyes for a moment and think. Anything that could make money… Anything that could make money.
“…f*ck.”
What is it? The only thing I can do is accept a request from the guild.
Could there be more people who live on knife rice?
“I can’t. Robin, can you tell everyone to come to my room for a minute?”
* * *
“Do you have to work to make money?”
“Of course not. How do you make money if you don’t work?”
“Hmm… That’s strange. When I raided supply units, people’s money was easily…”
“Okay. Sudop. Until there.”
Thanks to Mogdan’s voluntary donation, we were armed more reliably, but unfortunately we had no choice but to head to the guild due to financial problems.
If I had to pick a really fortunate fact, our party as a whole was very well balanced. Although there are no wizards, it would be impossible to subdue high-level monsters or explore dungeons of level 3 or higher, but we are not in a position to do anything.
With the exception of Luna, everyone had no complaints, so we left the inn and headed to the adventurer’s guild.
“Senior. Wouldn’t the mercenary guild be better? Working as a mercenary would make a lot more money.”
“We’re used to the mercenary guild, so it won’t matter, but Princess Royman or Princess Alexis might be uncomfortable. You don’t need a lot of money anyway, so you just need to do an appropriate subjugation request or a dungeon search or two.”
As I urged Robin, Princess Alexis, who had been following closely behind me, murmured softly, feeling a little restless.
“I… I’m fine…”
“Princess. The Princess is saying that because she hasn’t been to the Mercenary Guild yet.”
“Ah… Is that so?”
Most of the people gathered in the mercenary guild are bugs whose lives are on the verge of falling into hell because the only thing they know how to do is use their bodies.
Would you take an army of beauties like this to such a place? The future is clear. Royman may commit murder.
“I just do a few suitable requests, get the money, and go to Harman. It won’t be too difficult anyway…”
Standing in front of the request board, we busily rolled our eyes to find a suitable request.
“Ugh… Goblin subjugation is too expensive… Giant ant? Insect-type monsters are a bit different.”
“Uh… But Austin. The pay seems pretty good…?”
“If that’s the case… Princess Alexis. Most insect-type monsters have acidic blood. By the way, we just got new weapons yesterday, and it’s a bit difficult when the blades get damaged, right?”
“I see…! As expected, Austin knows a lot.”
While I was looking at the bulletin board while filtering out the requests with a wink, Robin, who was looking around for requests alone on the other side of her, approached with a piece of her request in his hand.
“Sir! How about this?”
“Your eyesight is a bit unreliable… Give it to me.”
Leaving behind Robin, who said, “It’s too much for you, senpai” And puffed out her cheeks little by little, I opened the request form Robin handed to her and started reading it down.
“Hmm… Miners are missing inside the mine… I keep hearing an unknown sound, presumably the cry of a monster. Investigate the inside of the mine, find out the cause of the unknown sound, and if it is a monster, please remove it. Limited to guild rank 3 or higher. The reward is two gold coins…?”
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No, why has this dog Hyeja request been rotting on the bulletin board?
I don’t know what kind of monsters are inside the mine, but it’s probably a mountain kobold or an iron lizard. It takes a bit to say that miners keep going missing, but…
“I can’t stand two gold coins!”
We immediately took the request form and approached the guild window.
After handing over the request, the guild members immediately started chattering with excitement.
“Ah! It’s a mine exploration quest! It’s a request I’ve been gnawing at for months, and I’m glad you accepted it.”
“We are also asking for money, so what?”
“By the way… Excuse me, can you tell me what the guild ranks are? The client wants a talent of level 3 or higher.”
Anyway, it’s been a long time since I’ve been involved in a hero’s party and fought against all sorts of monsters, so my guild rank has been updated to level 1.
I took out the mithril badge, the symbol of a first-class badge, and glanced at it, so I was able to receive the request without any problems.
“By the way, I wonder who the client might be. It looks at least to the level of a mountain kobold… My new spear in a place like this… Murmuring murmuringly.”
As we waited in the guild, listening to Luna’s grumbling in one ear and letting it out in the other, we noticed a short figure approaching us from afar.
With a thick beard, uncut brown hair braided back, and a distinctive red scarf…
“…Ah. f*ck.”
“You murderer!!! Give me back my sword!!!”
Looking at the client, Mogdan, running towards us, I put my forehead on my forehead and let out a sigh.
I’m tired already.
It’s hard to outrun people you owe money. 😂👏