Chapter 529
My Villains Episode 529
68. To the capital(2)
When moving in groups, bicorns never give up the lead..
There doesn't seem to be any great reason. It's just that this two-horned beast is the only one who can go out of his way if he runs first..
Fortunately, Bicorn usually took the lead without much difficulty thanks to the leg strength of a magical beast..
When was that? 'Brightmire', a beautiful white horse and a rare horse with a royal reputation, once overtook Bicorn thanks to Theodora's blessing. At that time, it not only threatened by swinging its pair of spiral horns like a sword, but also showed its teeth in an indecent manner, saying that it would bite the ass of the person ahead..
The bicorn, whose eyes were half turned, stopped only after I repeatedly hit its head, and as if it couldn't get out of its anger, it started doing things like digging into the ground with its hind feet or breaking a nearby tree. Even after arriving at the stable, he could not calm down, so he had to be tied up with a thick chain..
Anyway, after that, I tried my best not to provoke him as much as possible..
The situation was the same even now as he was crossing the forest with several cavalrymen, and the men in search were adjusting their speed so as not to get ahead of Bicorn..
Major Randel, who was riding right behind me, asked the forester he had brought as a guide..
“how much further do i have to go?”
“We're almost there, Nauri. Maybe it's out there, out there somewhere.”
The place the middle-aged forest keeper pointed to was full of bushes and there was not a single trail in sight. When Randel remained silent, expressing his doubts, the forest keeper started talking gibberish about the nearby terrain and the residents' eyewitness accounts..
The reason I was searching the forest with about a dozen cavalrymen on a moonlit night with a cold wind blowing was because of the report made by the Grand Officer of Gedenmuntz after the meal..
To roughly summarize the story the Daegwan told, it was that people have been going missing one after another recently in the thick forest east of the town..
A total of six people have disappeared over the past ten days, including a herbalist, a charcoal maker, and a hunter brother. For some unknown reason, the Daegwan sent seven guards from the town to search the forest, but even these men disappeared without a trace..
I thought it was strange that a city-born bureaucrat with a passion for success would bother the lord who had just visited for the first time in a while because of ‘this little business’, but it turns out that Princess Theodora was the problem..
Theodora visited the small cathedral in Gedenmundz, received a small dinner from the priest, and then worshiped together. Meanwhile, he found an old woman crying sadly, and it turned out to be the mother of the herbalist who had gone missing in the forest..
A paladin who considered service to the weak as both a duty and a pleasure met an old woman who desperately wanted help. What more needs to be said?.
When Te Odora, dressed in dazzling plate armor and 'pure white', asked what was going on, the old woman, who was on the verge of going crazy with worry about her missing child, told me everything she knew..
It was a long and rambling story, but Theodora listened as always, and the families, friends, and lovers of other missing people who had only noticed them also gained courage to explain the situation to her and ask for help..
As soon as the Daegwan heard about the skit at the small cathedral, he rushed to me and reported the disappearance. I guess he thought it would be better for the governor himself to speak out about his town's problems before they reached his superiors' ears through the mouths of outsiders. The plan was to soon mobilize fifteen guards and hire a similar number of mercenaries to search, so it was a bonus to be told not to worry..
Of course, it was something I couldn't just ignore..
Aside from the fact that, as a lord, you have a duty to protect your subjects, you can smell the experience just by looking at it. I have suffered from experience famine ever since the Blademan War. Can't pass up an opportunity like this.
“You must be careful.”
Moonlight seeps through the dry shadows cast by tall trees. The forest keeper with a pale face underneath him came out and warned Randel in a whispering voice..
“There is no way that what is lurking in the forest is always human. They could be hungry trolls, or evil creatures like banshees or draugr..”
“So much.”
I don't even want draugr, and I'd be grateful if a forest troll showed up..
45Considering the fact that the experience required to reach the level is 2.4 million, the 4200 experience given by the troll is also a mere pittance. But it's much better than killing highwaymen and accumulating 15..
Thinking about that, I got excited inside, but then I clicked my tongue..
“It doesn't smell like a troll or undead..”
Their senses, which are superior to those of most wild animals, provided more information as they got closer to the destination guided by the forest keeper..
Trolls, which boast unrealistic regenerative abilities based on rapid metabolism, have a body odor that is worse than you can imagine. As the undead are moving corpses, they give off a strong odor..
But the smell that was now flowing into my nose was nothing more than a 'moderate' odor. I would say it smells like a vagabond who hasn't washed for about 15 days... … . There was the smell of burning wood, boiling porridge, and the faint smell of beef..
The sticky smell of beef, that is, the smell of blood, was the faintest and faintest of all. But the mucous membrane of my nose greedily sucked up even the tiny particles of blood..
I quietly narrowed my eyes. It is undoubtedly human blood. It must be the scent left behind by one of the herbalists, the charcoal maker, or the hunter brothers who disappeared in Gedenmundz..
I continued my approach by soothing the excited Bicorn's neck. A pounding voice was heard next to the rich smell. The faint light seeping through the thick branches followed closely..
“Are they coming all at once??”
“it's okay. Catch those who run away.”
“Yes sir.”
I didn't see with my own eyes what kind of guys they were, but they were definitely not opponents that required any great strategy or preparation..
Just in case, I tapped the Hrunting hanging on my wrist in the form of a bracelet. As expected, there was no response, so I had no choice but to pull 'Saint's Destruction' from the saddle..
sreung.
A blade with a somewhat dizzying aura appears. Thanks to the bright moonlight, the letters engraved on the sword body sparkled faintly..
‘‘Saint’s Destruction’ is a sword that is longer and heavier than most two-handed swords. Even I, who am an unusually large person, found it a bit cumbersome to wear it around my waist, so I've said all that..
However, since it was a well-centered object, there was no problem handling it with one hand. Even though the weight was over 6 kilograms, it only felt like a pleasant heaviness when held with a force that reached the level of a giant..
As I adjusted the hilt of my sword and struck the reins, the two-horned beast kicked the ground..
khong-!
The dark forest scenery suddenly moves backwards. The bar that shed a ferocious torejil
The icon cleared a distance of over 30 meters with just a few runs. Thanks to this, I was able to enter the vacant lot in the blink of an eye..
“......uh
I quickly looked around..
A warehouse that appears to have burned down a long time ago. A campsite was set up in front of it. cart and horses. eight armed men.
As expected, they were ordinary thieves. Among the shabby outfits of the majority, a few pieces of chain mail and iron helmets stand out. It looks like there were some deserters mixed in. It took less than a second for this perception and recognition to occur after entering the vacant lot, and the guys sitting around the campfire were still looking back at me with dumb faces. Before they could react, Bicorn, taking advantage of its fierce speed, jumped into their midst..
Kwasik!
The beast, which was bigger than a bull, crushed the three thieves with its chest and forepaws. At the same time, he bit off the head of the guy next to him who was about to scream in one bite..
“Huh- huh!”
“Wow, it's an attack! It's wet!”
In place of the four who died without even being able to scream, the others screamed..
The three guys jumped up and fell before their knees could fully straighten out. Two had their throats cut, and one had the upper part of his eyebrow blown off..
Two helmeted heads soared into the sky and fell with a dull sound. The corpses fell to the ground, spilling out blood and brain drain..
““Huh, huh.” The only survivor looked completely dazed as the gang members who had been chatting together just now had turned into corpses before his eyes. The guy looked up at the blood-stained blade and made a strange wind noise..
“Fuck, what! What's the fuss?!”
“It's an attack! get out!”
“Move, move! Go up, you idiots.!”
You weren't the only survivor..
Thieves poured out from among the burnt remains of the warehouse. Apparently, there was a hidden staircase leading to the basement..
“Buy, save-”
I swung my heavy sword at the guy who was falling at Bicorn's feet. The thief's eyes turned upside down as the long, thick blade cut into his collarbone and shattered it..
Tsutsutsu.
By the time it was pulled out of the corpse, the saint's entire sword body was covered in a dark red film. The blood spurted out by the eight generals was still so abundant that a small stream flowed by the bonfire..
Hey hey—
A dark red stream flowed back into the air. A stream of blood flowed around the bicorn's body and swirled around my left hand. The intense vortex - the 'bloody wind' - was shot out immediately after taking shape and attacked the bandits who came out of the underground..
See it!
The cheerful sound of the blast mingled with the screams. Those wearing thick quilts, those naked, and those wearing chain armor - they were gently ground and scattered in all directions by the vortex containing intense magical power..
Thanks to this, even after killing sixteen, there were almost no obstacles on the way to the underground. Most of them were blown away by the bloody wind, and only a few chunks of flesh with iron chains and feet wearing leather boots were rolling around..
“It's bigger than expected.”
At that time, Gollman entered the clearing with two cavalrymen. He looked around the bandits' camp while calming his gallant horse..
“I guess they're from out of town..”
“I'll find out.”
“How? You at least learned how to talk to a piece of meat.?”
When I just laughed, Goleman sighed and shouted towards the forest..
“Major Landel! There is no need for a siege, so please come and help take care of it.!”
He listened intently for the answer, then turned to me and continued grumbling..
“You went out of your way to make a big mess. In this way, even if the innocent citizens of Gedenmuntz were among them, there would be no way to deny it..”
“There wasn't.”
“How do you know that?”
“You know it when you see it. At first glance, they are either thieves or deserters..”
“Of course, it may be different for everyone, but if you grind people down so finely, it's difficult to tell whether they are thieves or farmers. It's also great for making boring rumors..”
“Stop whining and close that hole..”
“It's a hole?”
Goleman looked in the direction I had pointed with a puzzled look on his face. He stuck out his tongue when he found a staircase covered in planks among the burnt remains of mine..
“What is this?... These guys were pretty thoroughly prepared..”
“No preparations, I just got lucky and found a good den. It seems like there's more to it than that, so I'm blocking it well..”
“What about me??”
“I'm going to go to interrogation..”
Goleman looked at me with wide eyes. In the past two years, he has only grown by a hand and a half, but his calf-like eyes are still that of a boy..
“There's someone left?”
“uh.”
After getting off the bicorn, I placed the Saint's Ruin on my saddle and headed towards the stairs where the thieves had run out. When Gollman saw me walking with empty hands, he said something polite..
“Let's go in together..”
“it's okay.”
As you step into the underground air, you can feel the presence of thieves holding their breath through the feeling spreading through the narrow space..
“It's a mess. I will come back leisurely.”
“Yes sir.”
As I left my subordinates and went down the stairs, I calmly did the calculations..
Judging by the looks of it, there must be less than ten people. One or two of them will have to be saved, so is seven or eight people the limit?.
It's unfortunate, but it's something that can't be helped. You have to think positively. Because it's rare to find a situation where you can enjoy yourself in the darkness of the basement without worrying about what anyone is thinking. In this environment, you will be able to replace small numbers with high quality satisfaction..
I soothed myself and walked towards the first and closest prey..
The underground warehouse was at most the size of a basketball court, but it took a little over an hour to completely complete the search. It was a satisfying time.
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