Chapter 31
My Villains Episode 031
9-1. attack(1)
“Phew.”
“Poi, are you okay? My complexion is dark.”
“uh? Oh, it's okay. Just thinking about it for a moment.”
I was walking side by side with Daria, carrying a bag of milled grain. Mr. Luke decided to join us at the Bathorn Inn tomorrow morning. Do I still have the work I received while working as a funeral director? I asked if he needed help, but he said it was okay..
Well, nothing much will happen. Mr. Luke is an experienced old man and a seeker of the doctrine, or spiritual golden gate..
After parting ways with Mr. Luke, Daria and I stopped by the workshop and the market to do some business. We retrieved the equipment left for repair, purchased materials for Ellen's special ammunition, and replenished various supplies such as oil..
I thought I made a lot of money by catching a crocodile, but after spending money like this, before I knew it, I only had seven silver coins left..
Well, seven silver coins wasn't a lot of money, but it wasn't that little either. Even if there is no result for a few days, it is not a big problem.?
As I was thinking about this and that, a question about Mr. Luke came to mind again..
If Mr. Luke really had 'corpse manners', he would have been at least a level 15 necromancer..
In addition, you had to wear both the unique items ‘Staff of Kurnugia’ and ‘Crown of the Forgotten Ruler’..
These two items are graduation-level equipment for a necromancer, and I remember keeping them because the option to relax the wearing restrictions was readily available..
I remember it relatively clearly because it was not just an ordinary miscellaneous item, but was good equipment that was often mentioned in the community. I had some fun with it.
Unlike these two pieces of equipment, the undertaker's hat and cape that Mr. Luke is currently wearing were equipment that could be easily obtained even at low level levels..
This means that these are items that Mr. Luke can easily wear even if he does not have 'corpse manners'..
This naturally raises doubts..
By any chance, isn't Mr. Luke not a necromancer or something, but just an ordinary funeral director walking down the street? The suspicion.
“•••That doesn't make any more sense.”
Let's think about it.
I met an NPC by chance.
However, that NPC completely omitted the unique modeling of the male necromancer..
In addition, he is learning a few of the necromancer's basic spells, and his name is 'Luke', which is reminiscent of the necromancer's true name 'Popaluk'..
At this time, the probability that Mr. Luke is a different person from the necromancer Popaluk is?
will be very low.
“Hmm.”
In the end, there were two possibilities left..
first possibility.
What if Mr. Luke is the necromancer Popaluk, but doesn't have 'corpse manners'?.
second possibility.
If Mr. Luke is hiding something from me.
My worries ended with Daria's bewilderment..
“Po, poi! excuse me!”
“huh?”
What Daria pointed to with a shocked expression was black smoke rising into the sky..
...Uh, over there…?
“Ooh, I think it's in the direction of our inn..”
Black smoke rising from somewhere in the east. I feel like the intuition embedded in my blood is letting out a terrible scream..
I gritted my teeth and said to Daria.
“Daria, go ahead. Go and call the security..”
“chaff, guard?”
I made eye contact with Daria, whose face was completely white, and handed over the sacks of grain and luggage..
“Yes, guards. Go quickly and call the guards. He's probably patrolling around here, so you'll be able to find him quickly. Okay?”
“what? What are you going to do??”
“Hurry up and go!”
After saying that, I didn't even listen to the answer and kicked off the flagstone and started running. Even though I haven't been beating very long, I feel like my heart is pounding..
Damn it, I shouldn't have left Ellen alone.!
Is it because of vivid anxiety? There was a cold feeling on the back of my neck, my forehead was hot, and my vision was turning red..
I tightened my grip on the pulse I had been holding since somewhere..
“Ugh, damage!”
“What, what, that person?”
People walking down the street scattered in surprise at the sight of me heavily armed and holding a sword..
After wandering through the inn streets, we finally arrived at the Baetgo-dong inn..
The fire may have started on the first floor of the inn, but fire was shining through the doors and windows, and black smoke was rising like a cloud from it..
Near the entrance to the inn, about a dozen poorly dressed beggars or thieves were swarming around with evil weapons..
“Hurry and rush!”
“Holy shit, don't push it!”
“You cowards! Come in!”
“You go in first! There's nothing to see!”
The men attacking the inn were wrapped in rags and carrying weapons such as pitchforks, daggers, clubs, and hatchets. Although they were all crude weapons, they were enough tools to take a person's life..
When I looked again, it looked like they were fighting with someone on the first floor of the inn..
At first glance, I could see the robbers' bare backs, and I could hear high-pitched screams, the sound of weapons clashing against each other, and the sound of weeping and the air being torn apart..
My mind filled with question marks in an instant..
What are these guys? Why are you attacking here? Are you trying to plunder food??
Where are the security guards and what are they doing while this is going on??
It looks like someone is fighting inside. Mr. owner?
Could it be Ellen? No, it's the sound of weapons clashing. There's no way this guy can fight hand-to-hand..
So where is Ellen? Is she hiding on the second floor? Have you already run away? Or already….
“Damn it!”
I cursed softly, lost my thoughts, and immediately ran towards the inn. In order to take full advantage of the surprise attack, the shouting was put off for a while..
However, the sound of armor clanging and studded boots hitting the ground was very loud..
Thanks to this, several men turned their heads towards me..
“Ugh, what is this guy?……
Pulsion, coated with bright red blood, scanned the uvula of the babbler..
Wow.
“Whoop, whoop!”
The thief with his neck cut open was holding the wound as if he was scratching it, with blood foaming at his mouth..
Before the guy who was taking a step back could kick his ass, I stretched out my shield and hit the other thief in the face..
Crack!
The metal-rimmed shield blade shattered the man's orbital bone and cheekbone, and then exploded his eyeball..
“Ugh, turn it off.!”
I left behind the guy who was letting out a stifled scream and fired a pulse at the guy next to me..
“This is raised-”
The front-toothless thief turned to me and hurriedly aimed the pitchfork, but my pulse had already lodged itself in his mouth with a loud thud..
“Wow, ugh.!”
The guy was pierced by Pulsion and was fumbling with the red blade without any meaning. At that time, the thieves' attention was suddenly focused on me..
“What is this, you bastard?!”
“Jemi, kill it first.!”
idea (idea)）.
From the looks of it, they weren't skilled warriors..
Their faces were dark and grimy, and they were thin, and they were not even properly equipped with clothes, let alone armor..
The weapon was of little use, and the look in its eyes looking back at me was already filled with fear..
Having battled these similar guys a few times, I can see what's needed now..
Showmanship that explodes fear.
I took a deep breath and puffed out my chest..
The roar that was put off explodes soon.
“Wow!-!”
When the shouting reached its peak, the pulse was lowered..
A thief whose mouth was pierced and was collapsing backwards. Pulsion cut deep into its chest and stomach..
A shout that echoes around the surroundings.
Internal organs scattered on the floor.
Three bandits spouting blood.
The remaining bandits stopped moving for a moment..
I boldly jumped into the crowd of bandits who were frozen in fear..
This was done out of confidence that their crude weapons would not be able to pierce my armor..
Sigh!
Only after I swung the pulse and cut off one of the bandits' heads in one fell swoop did they start screaming..
“ OO I'I”
——, — I •
“Kill me, kill me!”
Among the frantic people, there was one who pointed a weapon at me..
I rushed at him straight away, raised my shield, and took away the sharp skewer..
Puuk.
I stabbed a knife in my stomach..
“Wow, you bitch-”
Puhuaak!
He swung his arm again, and Pulsion cut into the guy's side, scattering blood..
At the same time, I turned around and made eye contact with the thief who was aiming for my back..
“Ugh, damn it……
I swung the pulse for a long time, aiming at the guy who was trying to retreat, and there was an eerie sound of scraping and the wrist holding the short sword fell..
“Wow!!”
Ah, loud screams.
Maybe it's because my senses have become more sensitive, but my ears hurt so much..
I approached the thief who was unconscious and holding my wrist..
Then he picked up a heavy leather boot with studs and gave it a hard hit..
Kwasik.
The feeling of crushing a watermelon with combat boots.
“Huh.”
I gritted my teeth and barely swallowed a moan. This is because the intense pleasure that originated from the soles of my feet traveled up my spine..
crazy. Am I really okay??
Is this an effect of the buff skill ‘thirst’? I feel like I'm addicted to this horrible feeling.…….
A brief thought passed through my mind, but my body still moved without stopping..
The instinct to somehow increase the pleasure was taking over my body..
Just like that, he puffed out his chest and shouted at the thieves who were standing there hesitantly..
““Don’t jump, come at me!” Of course, the thieves didn't do what I wanted. It was because morale was completely broken..
“seed. Shit! They say something different! Why is there a guy like this?!”
“Run away, run away!”
Thieves running away in panic.
My baser instincts have encouraged me to chase after them and brutally tear them to death one by one..
Just as I was about to follow that command, my reason screamed..
Ellen!
I barely stopped the chase and jumped straight into the inn filled with black smoke..
corpses lined up on the floor.
About half belonged to the thieves and the rest were like guests at the inn..
A boy in his early teens was also lying dead. A familiar face. She was a young middle-aged woman helping at the inn..
I gritted my teeth and charged at the thieves who were busily moving under the smoke..
Thanks to taking advantage of the crowded space, it was only after three of their heads fell that they noticed my presence..
“What a plague! Watch your back!”
“kill it!”
Amid the voices filled with anger and surprise, a woman's voice was heard..
“Phoenix!”
When I turned my attention to the voice, there was a mercenary holding a shield who was just pulling the sword from the thief's neck..
“Grania?”
What, why is he here??
Grania was behind the bar, fending off thieves..
Beside her, a mercenary holding an ax was panting with one arm hanging limply, and behind her a woman was drawing a bow. Both were Grania's subordinates..
Many questions came to mind, but there was something else that was important right now..
“Grania, Ellen!”
“It'll still be up there!”
“stomach? Holy shit.”
The stairs were completely covered in flames and the fire was moving to the second floor..
Judging by the fact that the table near the stairs was also burning, it seemed like that was where the fire started..
I hit Pulsion, splitting the face of the approaching thief, and then flew straight away..
It was towards the stairs engulfed in flames..
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