Chapter 40
My Villains Episode 040
11. secret passage(1)
Grania and Arnal had good physical strength as mercenaries, and as Mr. Luke confidently said, he was as healthy as any young man..
Maybe that's why, even though all three were carrying fairly heavy luggage, they all seemed to walk very lightly..
Thanks to the increase in companions, Ellen was only carrying a small backpack in addition to her sling bag..
It wasn't that heavy because it mainly consisted of light drugs such as bandages, hemostats, ointments, and various antidotes..
However, as the search time went on, the light steps gradually became heavier..
The shoulders were slumped, the gaze was directed to the floor, and the reaction to the occasional noise became dull..
On the other hand, my senses became increasingly sharper. This is because I had to stand at the forefront while looking at the map, and at the same time be on guard in all directions, even for my tired colleagues..
Thanks to my sharpened senses, I succeeded in detecting a suspicious presence even among the sound of footsteps..
“for a moment.”
After signaling to my colleagues who had stopped with puzzled expressions to be quiet, I closed my eyes and listened..
For a moment, I heard a humming echo in the distance, and I pressed my ear to the wall..
“Damn it --.”
“Shut up --- get hit hard --
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I could hear a few words, but it was impossible to determine exactly what was being said..
I guessed the direction the voice was coming from and then turned to my colleagues..
“It's a person. at least two people.”
“person? Are you a mercenary??”
In response to Arnal’s muttering, I asked Grania a question..
“Besides us, there are mercenaries commissioned by the castle lord.?”
“As far as I know, there isn't any.”
“ Not even one‘?”
“huh. After all, the reason we received the request in the first place was with the expectation of receiving your cooperation. There is no need to send down mercenaries of the highest caliber in a situation where there is a shortage of troops..”
Mr. Luke, who was stroking his clean-shaven chin, opened his mouth with a cautious expression..
“This morning, it seemed like they were slowly controlling access to the sewer. There is no way the soldiers came down.….”
As Mr. Luke trailed off, I put my ear to the wall again and listened to the unknown singer..
The conversation must have stopped, so I couldn't hear anything anymore, but the sound of footsteps became louder than before, which made me guess that they were passing nearby..
“•••Looks like it's heading west.”
“west? But there….”
I continued to listen and handed Grania the blueprint. Grania, who was mumbling something strange, carefully unfolded the blueprint and furrowed her brows..
“4There are three stairs going up from the first floor to the third floor... Among them, the stairs in the northwest have collapsed, so all that remains are one in the south and one in the northeast..”
“That means it's not going up..”
“then,”
“Let's follow.”
The faces of my colleagues hardened for a moment at the gentle suggestion..
This is probably because they know full well that unidentified humans are more threatening than corpse bugs, zombies, or rat men. But I pretended not to see their expressions and continued speaking..
“This is already the third time I've been down in the sewers, but this is the first time I've met other people. I need to check what the situation is..”
“Could it be that they are vagabonds? I think I heard a rumor that people who commit crimes in town live underground..”
Arnal's words were plausible, but I firmly shook my head..
“If that's the case, you're probably hiding on the 2nd or 3rd floor. Why would you come down to the 4th floor? “It’s not that easy living in the realm of rat men.” Oh no, little by little the footsteps become fainter. I need to hurry….
“Let's get moving first. I have an idea what kind of guys they are..”
“Nigimi.”
A man with a red bandana on his head and a short cape on his shoulders cursed quietly. Then those who followed began to pay attention..
“It's just like a dog..”
The voice was small enough to be talking to someone, but loud enough to be talking to oneself..
The bald man, who had been subordinate to the man in the red hood, or rather, ‘Torvald the Quick-Foot’ for quite some time, knew well that now was the time to step forward. So I asked in a cautious manner..
“Why are you so uncomfortable, Torvald??”
“Are you uncomfortable? Cancer, it’s uncomfortable. The thought of going back to that damn pigsty makes me feel uncomfortable..”
“Don't be too disappointed. Sooner or later, when the city leaves, I can enjoy it to the fullest.
Wouldn't it be?”
Despite the bald man's words, Torvald only frowned and grumbled..
“Damn, you don't know anything. Do you think there will still be things to enjoy even after the city falls? Good food, soft women, and expensive treasures become nothing but trash in the hands of thieves..”
‘“Isn’t Torvald a thief too?” Barely swallowing the words, Bald Lee smiled awkwardly and answered..
“Didn't you hear the boss, or rather the baron, give a speech last time? It looks like he's planning on just sitting here... It's black so it won't look like a farmer is eating up a village..”
“There are well over 1,000 of us alone, so imagine if pirates come creeping in as well. Nigimi, can you control it? I'm glad I didn't get stabbed..”
Torvald, who was grumbling, felt sick for no reason and spat out..
‘Seniority and all, X8. What's the use of it all?.’
Torvald was tired of living as an outlaw..
It was normal to get stabbed in the back, and if you couldn't sleep, you could become food for a monster..
He had to worry that noble families might raise a punitive force, and that the vicious leader might pluck out his eyes as a joke..
Torvald was a vicious criminal who killed people like he was eating, but he longed for a stable life. It was his dream to open a store inside a strong castle..
‘If I had one big bar, I could hang out and eat for the rest of my life..’
The reason why I fell into this delusion while passing through the dark and damp sewer was because of the memories of last night..
Torvald delivered a letter to an insider in South Harbor..
The informer was quite wealthy, and he hid Torvald and his men in his mansion, providing them with good wine, rich food, and a satisfactory bed..
The foolish subordinates just giggled and enjoyed the unexpected treat. But even in the midst of his happiness, Torvald felt pain..
Because he knew that good people, the order that ensures safety, and the tension that was released like a thread were just a one-night dream to him..
‘•••okay. If we take over the city this time, we'll have to make a big splash. I have to go to Miter Legeland. It may be hard to understand, but if you have enough gold,….’
When Torvald's plan to settle in a new land was roughly completed, the magic bandits arrived at their destination..
“Torvald, can you open it??”
“I sat down and asked something. Open it quickly.”
“yep.”
The eight subordinates, including the bald one, began fumbling along the sewer wall as if they had been waiting..
He shined a torch to find a crack in the wall and pulled out an iron nail as long as the palm of his hand..
When the number of iron nails pulled out reached twelve, Torvald, who had been leaning his back against the wall in silence, suddenly shouted softly..
“Shhh! Everyone stop!”
The subordinates, who were in a posture as if they were about to tear off a stone wall, immediately stopped their movements..
As Torvald darted his eyes here and there and pulled out the sword from his belt, the bald man asked a question in a whispering voice..
“Is he a rat man??”
“No, not Ratman..”
Noticing Torvald's eyes shining with tension, the bald frowned for a moment and whispered again..
“Wouldn't it be better to just move on? If you work in a hurry, it will close in an instant.….”
“no, no.”
Torvald's eyes shined sharply and he took out a small glass bottle from his arms..
“You might get stepped on. Everyone turn off the torches.”
The bald man read the determination in Torvald's expression and pulled out a javelin from behind his back..
Other magic bandits who saw this threw torches into the central waterway and took out their own weapons..
The sewer passageway, where the nine men stood, fell into silence..
The magic bandits didn't move, just rolled their eyes and looked in all directions..
Although the iris was as large as it could be, it was difficult to secure visibility in the basement where there was not a single ray of light coming in..
Torvald also knew this well, so he quickly drank the contents of the glass bottle. Then his eyes began to glow light green and see through the darkness..
However, to put that arrangement in vain, a light began to flicker along with the sound of faint footsteps beyond the dark passage..
Jump and run.
“Tsk
When Torvald let out a short sound of wind, four magic bandits, led by Bald Head, cautiously moved in the direction from which they heard the sign..
The magic bandits stopped at the corner and waited with bated breath for their master..
However, the footsteps were slow enough to be frustrating rather than leisurely..
Thanks to this, the bald head was able to count the number of people approaching, and soon became convinced that there were three of them..
“Tsutsut
Torvald must have noticed this as well, so he sent a signal to two nearby subordinates and had them join him towards the bald head..
Now the number of magic enemies lurking around the corner is six. It was a matter of two people taking care of each other, aiming for the moment around the corner..
At that moment, suddenly a sound was heard from behind.
I came here.
nettle, puck!
“Off!”
One of the two magic enemies next to Torvald fell down with a groan of frustration. Before he knew it, an arrowhead was sticking out of his chest..
Torvald looked back with a shocked expression and shouted loudly..
“Holy shit, back.!”
As he shouted, a fireball flew out from behind him. The fireball made a crackling sound at Torvald's feet and burst into flames..
Grumbling!
“Damn, what is this?!”
“be careful! Stay where you are!”
What appeared to be a fireball in the eyes of the magicians was a flaming Molotov cocktail. As the scarlet flame drove away the darkness, Wen Yin Young appeared..
“Ugh! Ugh! What is that!”
The magician who discovered the seal screamed at its strange appearance..
Inyoung, holding a sword and a shield, was running at breakneck speed with her body lowered as low as possible. His non-human body movements and long, blood-red eyes were extremely strange, but what was even stranger was his clothing..
He wore an iron helmet but was topless, and although he wore vambraces and greaves, his feet were bare. In addition, Inyoung’s sword was shining dark red as if it had been soaked in blood..
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Due to the sudden explosion of flames, Torvald's vision was dizzy with green and red lights mixed here and there..
While the embarrassed Torvald blinked a couple of times, Inyoung rushed at him like an animal and swung his sword, blowing off the head of the magician next to him..
Wow!
“Wow, damn it!”
Meanwhile, Torvald, who had regained his sight, swung his sword at the strange-looking assailant..
However, the attacker caught Torvald's arming sword with his shield and retreated quickly..
nettle!
As if waiting, another arrow flew at Torvald..
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Torvald was so skilled that he could act as an executive in a large-scale magic bandit group..
Thanks to this, I managed to twist my shoulder and avoid the arrow flying in the dark..
Puuk!
I got stabbed in the side with a knife..
An attacker with animal-like movements took advantage of the opportunity and attacked..
“Ugh, such a nigga-”
Torvald cursed at the terrifying pain he felt in his side..
He desperately slashed with his arming sword, but the attacker deflected the attack with his shield again and swung his sword again..
The ‘Pulsion of Liontooth’ filled with the blood of a Blood Knight, no, the ‘Frozen Waldo of Lion’s Teeth’ sprinkled a magical light..
Tsk tsk.
‘Torvald the Quick-Foot’, whose head was split open, rolled around helplessly on the floor..
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