218 – Dealing with the Past (2)
The people of the slum get nervous when two disparate men and women and an unidentified creature appear in the slum area. I stood up and watched them.
The most eye-catching is the mysterious creature hanging from the man’s back.
Unlike normal animals, the creature with two human-like arms and two legs looked like a demon turning a human into a monster.
The next thing I noticed was the woman.
She was tall for a woman, but the man next to her was so tall that she looked relatively short.
The first thing I noticed was her skin showing under the thick robes she wore.
She wore leather gloves on her hands and pants that covered her ankles, so her skin was not visible elsewhere, but her white face was clearly visible under the robe that was tucked tightly around her head.
Pure white skin that seems to glow on its own, and a beautiful sculptural face that matches that skin. At the same time, seeing the affectionate eyes of the man next to him and sending him a soft, loving smile was so mesmerizing.
People in the slums cannot say that their skin is good because they cannot eat proper food in a filthy place and live under the shadow of a tall building built to cover up the filth without sunlight. And in such a slum, there was a lot of charm that couldn’t be felt by prostitutes wearing makeup who lived in a clean environment.
The woman’s glowing skin was as desirable as looking at a large lump of gold.
However, there was a reason why people in the slums did not dare to approach women.
The reason is the man walking next to the woman.
Every time I took a step, the pattern on my feet accompanied the loud footsteps, and a certain sound came from the shaking of the robe.
Normal people don’t know what that means, but slum people could.
That was the sound of a weapon hidden under his clothes.
The sound of the weapon shaking, the leather belt holding the weapon shaking, or the sound of several weapons colliding with each other.
In addition, because it was covered with a robe, the man’s tall stature and superior physique from his broad shoulders were not covered.
The woman walking next to La, as if wearing a robe, her breasts pushing the robe to create a seductive curve, it was not difficult to guess how well-trained and strong the man’s physique would be, just from the look of the man above the robe.
People in the slums are wild and violent, and live like animals, so people who don’t know much about them are mistaken for being strong. Indeed, people in the slums who can’t eat, drink, or even sleep properly can’t be healthier than they are.
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Of course, in reality, if ordinary people face slum people, the slum people will win almost one-sidedly. Because they carry weapons, and their filthy appearance makes opponents lose the will to fight.
But if even such an ordinary person fights properly, he will probably be able to defeat the slum people easily with only his strength.
What if you are a trained person? At least, there is no way that slum people with poor bodies will win.
Knowing that well, the people of the slum did not recklessly approach the two men and women.
And, they also knew that people in the slums wouldn’t come to them for that reason.
“You did well not bring Anubis.”
“Yes. It would have stood out a lot. Besides, if there was something like Anubis, wouldn’t the people here have gone blind and rushed at it?”
“I guess so. How are you, Rex?”
“Umm… Smell here.”
Chester grinned at Rex’s answer.
“Other than that, did you find what I taught you?”
Things to look out for in the slums.
Those are the information left behind by criminal organizations living in the slums.
For example, the corpses of people killed with strange cruelty to warn other organizations.
For example, the marks left by those who are made up of point organizations to share news with unknown members of the same organization.
Otherwise, a strange reaction from the people watching them, different from the normal slum people’s reaction.
“No, no.”
Fortunately, I didn’t find anything like that while walking through the slums for about an hour.
Chester trusted Rex’s eyes.
Chester’s eyesight and field of vision, developed through constant training since childhood, are very wide and he doesn’t miss even the slightest hint, but the eyes of Rex, the top man, are better than Chester’s.
In particular, the ability to instantly see and remember something is ridiculous. When someone accidentally spilled coins on the street, he accurately remembered the number of coins spilled out of his pocket and the location where they fell and rolled, so the person was unable to find and passed by. There was also a case of finding coins.
Because they believed in Rex, Chester and Monia passed by as if they were watching the slum, but did not move while observing closely.
While walking like that, when a complicated and strange fork in the road came out, Chester opened the map for a moment. Because when he looked at the map, there was no such crossroads here.
“There should be a building… ….”
“Did the building collapse?”
“I guess so. Are you clearing the rubble of the building and using it as a road?”
“People here live thinking more than they think. Or that this place was cleaned up because I thoughtlessly took the wreckage away to use for something else.”
“The latter is more likely.”
Rex tilted his head at the unusually harsh conversation between the two.
“Papa and Mom, do you want to stay here? Do you want people here?”
“Yes. I hate it.”
“Rex, you can’t be that big, okay?”
“Are they bad people?”
“Although there are bad people.”
Monia said as she glanced through the slums.
“The word ‘ugly person’ is accurate.”
People in the slum who saw their families talking as usual, not caring about them, felt resentment rising in their hearts when they heard them.
Originally, the truth is painful.
Of course, there were people who didn’t even care about that. One such person, a black marketer living in the slums, approached Chester and Monia and set up a business.
“How are the beautiful lovers over there? There are special and mysterious objects in this slum that cannot be seen from the outside.”
“No matter how mysterious it is, it will only be what we have seen so far.”
As Chester said that, he looked at the black dealer approaching them.
The dark merchant was one of the things David had told me to be careful of in the slums.
To be precise, it means to beware of the temptation of the black dealer. Many people say that their lives were ruined by going into the slums out of curiosity and then selling cheap drugs.
Chester laughed and was about to drive away the approaching blacksmith, but stopped when he saw his face.
“… ….”
“Chester?”
“Huh? Chester?”
When Monia called for Chester to stop her movement, the dark merchant heard the name and stopped moving to get the item out of his bosom in panic.
Two men look at each other.
“You, the scar on that cheek. Can you show me in detail?”
Chester said, patting his cheek.
“Captain, this isn’t a scar, it’s a tattoo…….”
“Are there any tattoos made by being bitten by a dog?”
Looking at the scar on his cheek, Chester looked at the black dealer and said.
“I thought everyone was dead.”
“I heard about the town too. By the way, before the drought, I ran away from the village with the boys to try to become a bigger man. Busy living, I barely heard the news from the village before the war broke out.”
“What are you doing here? What more? War?”
The black merchant who approached them was one of Chester’s subordinates and friends when they were playing captain in the village as children.
“War is war. A really big war. It’s completely different from the war games we played when we were young……. What? Didn’t the captain run away from the war?”
“Hmm. I.”
“Okay. It’s a little too much to talk about memories here. Let’s go to my house.”
A dark merchant who turns his back to guide the two of them.
Chester took Monia’s hand and walked behind her.
“…… By the way, Chester, what’s his name?”
“Name? … ….”
Monia asked her name, and Chester suddenly mumbled at her.
“Captain?”
Not only Monia, who asked for her name, but also the dark merchant who was guiding her, looked at Chester with a puzzled look.
“Hey, Chester? That.”
Of course, until now Chester hadn’t been able to remember the names of the people they were related to…….
“Isn’t it? Is that person your friend?”
“…… That, what is that, that’s right There is no general who remembers the names of his subordinates, right?”
“Don’t make excuses!”
“What a general!”
As the two argued, Rex, who had been quietly listening to the story, looked at Chester and said.
“Dad, are you stupid?”
“…… !”
Hearing Rex’s words, Chester decided that he should remember people’s names well from now on.
“I remember Urgo… ….”
“He’s a harder person to forget! Make no excuses!”
Chester pursed her lips and grumbled as Monia continued to bruise.
“Even if I can’t remember people’s names, I don’t feel uncomfortable living… If you talk face to face anyway, there’s no need to bring up your name.”
“You were my exclusive butler. How did you manage your subordinates?”
“Anyway, they won’t listen to me, so when I give an order, you, I only treated you like that.”
Chester asked the black trader who was walking ahead.
“So what is your name?”
“Remember yourself, you bastard!”
“What is it, you’re picky.”