My Villains Episode 031
9-1. Attack (1)
“Whoa.”
“Poi are you okay? Your complexion is dark.”
“uh? oh it’s okay Just thinking for a moment.”
I was walking alongside Daria carrying a bag of milled grain. Mr. Luke decided to join us at the Boat Horn Inn the next morning. I still have work to do while working as a mortician. I asked if he needed help and he said it was fine.
What’s not going to happen Mr. Luke is an experienced old man and a seeker of the Code, or the Golden Gate.
After parting ways with Mr. Luke, Daria and I went to the workshop and the market to do business. Equipment left for repairs was retrieved, materials for Ellen’s special ammunition were purchased, and oil and other supplies were replenished.
I thought I had made quite a bit of money by catching the crocodile, but after spending the money like this, before I knew it, I had seven silver coins left over.
Well, seven silver coins wasn’t a lot of money, but it wasn’t too little either. Wouldn’t it be a big problem if there were no results for a few days?
As I was thinking about this and that, the question about Mr. Luke came to my mind again.
If Mr. Luke was really ‘a corpse mannerer’, he would have been at least a level 15 necromancer.
In addition, the unique items ‘Kurnugia’s Staff’ and ‘Crown of the Forgotten Ruler’ had to be worn.
The two items are necromancer’s graduation grade equipment, but I remember that they had a wear restriction easing option.
It was not a general japtem, but it was good equipment that was often mentioned in the community, so I remembered it relatively clearly. I also had some fun with it.
Unlike these two pieces of equipment, the undertaker’s hat and cape that Mr. Luke is now wearing were easily obtainable even in low-level sections.
It means that they are things that Luke can wear enough even if he doesn’t have ‘body manners’.
This naturally raises suspicion.
Could it be that Mr. Luke is not like a necromancer, but just an ordinary mortician on the street? Doubt.
“…That makes no more sense.”
Let’s think about it.
I met an NPC by chance.
However, that NPC completely removed the male necromancer’s unique modeling.
In addition, he is learning a few basic spells of a necromancer, and his name is ‘Luke’, which reminds him of the necromancer’s true name, ‘Popaluk’.
At this time, what is the probability that Mr. Luke is a different person from the necromancer Popaluk?
It will be very low.
“Hmm.”
In the end, there were only two possibilities left.
First possibility.
If Mr. Luke is Necromancer Popaluk, but not ‘Corse Manners’.
Second possibility.
If Mr. Luke is hiding something from me.
My troubles ended with Daria’s bewilderment.
“Po Poi! excuse me!”
“huh?”
What Daria pointed out 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. It feels like the intuition inherent in blood is letting out a terrible scream.
Gritting my teeth, I told Daria.
“Daria, come on. Go and call the guards.”
“The chaff guard?”
I made eye contact with Daria, whose face was completely white, and passed the grain sacks and bags.
“Yes, guards. Go ahead and call the guards. They’re probably patrolling around here, so you’ll find them right away. got it?”
“what? You- what are you going to do?”
“Come on!”
Having said that, I kicked off the flagstone and started running without hearing an answer. I haven’t been running for a while, but I feel like my heart is pounding.
Damn I shouldn’t have left Ellen alone!
Is it because of clear anxiety? A chill ran down the nape of his neck, heat rose on his forehead, and his vision was reddening.
I gripped the Pulse, which I had been holding for some time, with a stronger grip.
“Avoid!”
“What is that person?”
Seeing me heavily armed and holding a sword, the people on the road scattered with a startled look on their faces.
After driving through the inn street, we finally arrived at the Boatgo-dong Inn.
The fire must have started on the first floor of the inn, and through the doors and windows, a light flashed through, and black smoke rose from it like a thick cloud.
Near the entrance of the inn, dozens of sloppy beggars and thieves were swarming around and using rattles.
“Quickly run!”
“Don’t push this pestilence!”
“You cowards! Go in!”
“You go in first! There is nothing to see!”
The men who were raiding the inn were wrapped in rags and carrying weapons such as pitchforks, daggers, clubs, and hatchets. All of them were crude weapons, but they were tools sufficient to take a person’s life.
Looking back, they looked like someone was fighting on the first floor of the inn.
At first glance, I saw the bare backs of the robbers, and I heard shrill screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of tearing the air.
Question marks filled my mind in an instant.
what are these guys? Why are you attacking here? Are you trying to loot food?
Where are the guards doing in all this fuss?
It looks like someone is fighting inside. Mr. owner?
Maybe Ellen? No, it’s the sound of weapons clashing. There’s no way this guy can fight hand-to-hand combat.
So where is Ellen hiding on the second floor? did you run away already? Or already…
“Damn it!”
I spat out a small curse and, dispelling my thoughts, immediately rushed toward the inn. In order to take full advantage of the surprise, the shouting was put off for a while.
But the clanking of armor and the sound of studded boots spurring on the ground were very loud.
Thanks to this, several men turned their heads towards me.
“Ugh, what is this bastard…
Pulsion, coated in crimson blood, brushed the uvula of the talker.
Shaak.
“Keuk Kerruk!”
The thief with his throat split closed as if scratching his wound, biting into the foam of blood.
Before the guy who was backing away could even hit his butt, I reached out my shield and struck the other thief in the face.
Clap!
The iron-rimmed shield blade shattered the man’s orbital bone and cheekbone, and then ruptured his eyeballs.
“Oh, turn it off!”
Leaving behind the one who let out a suppressed scream, I threw a pulse at the one next to me.
“Oh my gosh-”
The thief without front teeth looked back at me and hurriedly aimed the pitchfork at me, but my pulse was already lodged in his mouth with a loud noise.
“Kkeok kuk!”
He groped for the red blade without any meaning while being pierced by the pulse. At that time, the thieves’ eyes were focused on me.
“What is that bastard!”
“Kill Zemi first!”
A single thought.
These guys weren’t skilled warriors.
Their faces were dark and emaciated, and they were not properly equipped with clothes, let alone armor.
The weapons were insignificant, and, crucially, the eyes looking back at me were already filled with fear.
After battling similar guys like this a few times, I was able to figure out what I needed now.
Showmanship that explodes fear.
I took a deep breath and puffed out my chest.
The delayed roar erupted soon after.
“Kwaaaaap-!”
As the shout reached its climax, he drew down a pulse.
The thief whose mouth was pierced and was crumbling backwards. Pulsion cut deep into his chest and stomach.
A shout that reverberates around the neighborhood.
Scattered entrails on the floor.
Three thieves spurting blood.
The remaining bandits stopped moving for a moment.
I boldly jumped into the thieves, who were frozen in fear.
It was because of the confidence that they would not be able to pierce my armor with their shoddy weapons.
Swish!
When I swung the pulse and cut off the head of one of the thieves with one stroke, they burst into screams.
“OO I’I”
—— — I .
“Kill, kill!”
There was one who was aiming a weapon at me among the people who were screaming at me.
I immediately jumped at him and raised my shield to remove the sharp skewer.
Poo-wook.
stabbed a knife in the stomach
“Heuk, you bitch-”
Fuhwaak!
He swung his arm again, and Pulsen sliced through his side, spraying blood.
At the same time, I stepped on the advance and turned around, making eye contact with the thief who was aiming at my back.
“Ugh, damn it…
I swung a long pulse aiming at the guy who was about to back down, and the frightening sound and wrist holding the shortsword fell off.
“Quaaaaagh!”
Ah, the loud screaming.
My ears hurt so much because of my sensitive senses.
The man who was holding on to his wrist was also approaching the enemy.
Then, he picked up a heavy leather boot with a stud and slammed it down.
Kwajik.
The feeling of breaking a watermelon by stepping on it with combat boots.
“Huh.”
I gritted my teeth and barely swallowed my moan. This is because the intense pleasure from the soles of the feet traveled up the spine.
crazy. am i really okay?
Is it the effect of the buff skill ‘thirst’? I think I’m going to get addicted to this terrible feeling….
A brief thought flashed, but my body was still moving nonstop.
The instinct to somehow add pleasure was ruling my body.
He swelled his chest at the thieves who were standing so awkwardly and exploded his chest again.
“Don’t jump and attack!” Of course, the thieves didn’t move the way I wanted. It was because the morale was completely broken.
“Seed. Mr. X! It’s different! Why does this guy exist!”
“Run away, run away!”
Thieves run away in panic.
My base instincts have urged me to pursue them and brutally tear them apart one by one.
Just as I was about to obey that order, my reason screamed.
Ellen!
I narrowly stopped the chase and ran straight into the inn filled with black smoke.
Bodies lined up on the floor.
About half belonged to thieves, and the rest were like guests at an inn.
A boy in his early teens was also lying dead. familiar face. It was a young jungnomi who helped with the inn work.
Grinding my teeth, I attacked the thieves who were busily moving under the smoke.
Thanks to my aiming at the crowded space, they realized my existence only after the heads of the three fell.
“What is the plague! Watch your back!”
“Kill!”
A woman’s voice was heard between the voices filled with anger and surprise.
“Phoenix!”
When I turned my gaze to the voice, there was a mercenary with a shield pulling a sword from the thief’s neck.
“Grania?”
what the heck why is he here?
Grania was blocking the thieves from behind the bar.
Beside her, a mercenary holding an ax was breathing hard with one arm drooping, and a woman was drawing a bow behind her. Both were Grania’s men.
Many questions came to my mind, but there was one more important thing right now.
“Grania Ellen!”
“It will still be up there!”
“stomach? Damn it.”
The stairs were completely engulfed in flames, carrying fire to the second floor.
Tables near the stairs were also on fire, so that seemed to be where the fire started.
I slashed the face of the attacking thief with a blow and threw myself straight away.
It was towards the stairs that were engulfed in flames.
