Chapter 547
“…Fly, wind, see in front of you.”
Epos recited an incantation in his characteristic fine lines. It was an interpretation of ‘Oggschlizo’s shrewd search’ in his own way.
Whiruru. A breeze that started at his feet stirred the hem of his clothes and carried them down the slope. A warm wind, incongruous with the mountains on a winter night, swept through the valleys and forest hills.
Extensive detection well beyond the visible range. It was a skill worthy of the nickname of a genius wizard.
Epos, who finished the order, took his hand. Looking around at the campsite on the hillside, I shrugged my shoulders and asked a question.
“Off < 7” “As reported earlier. There is nothing more to catch.” “Good job.” Epos, who withdrew from exhaustion, sat down next to the mummy, who was wiping the blood and grease off the knife. Mira opened the water bag and handed it over to her husband, who was belittling him. Epos's arrogance is not entirely false, he has memorized detection spells four times from right before the night raid until now. Since the amount of mana consumed is considerable, it is only natural that he be exhausted. Thanks to that, though, we were able to fully grasp the situation nearby. The only people within a radius of 45 kilometers were our party and a few surviving thieves. Farther away were groups of three or four and twenty each. It was expected to be a group of greedy poachers or a group of merchants due to the dark night roads, but I had to check it out, so I sent Ellen and a bunch. Of course, Epos' detection spell is not absolute. Means of evading detection aren't common, but they're not nonexistent either. Right now, during the siege of Icebobalt, I hid in a corpse cart to avoid being detected by enemy wizards. Come to think of it, it was Epos that neutralized the enemy's detection at the time. However, it was unlikely that there would be a person skilled enough to avoid Epos's detection four times in a valley like this. “Sir interrogation is roughly finished.” I narrowed my eyebrows slightly at Goleman's voice that broke my thoughts. “How many times do you say don’t call me that here?” “Oh, sorry… I must have been out of my mind because I woke up, brother.” The guy scratched his head with a puzzled face and continued his report. A total of sixty-five bandits attacked the camp back and forth aiming for the night, killing or capturing all of them. We entered the kingdom by entering the port of Auduenne five days ago, and we were traveling while hiding our identities. There had been no incidents or accidents so far, so I wanted to go to Multingham in peace, but today it finally happened. “Those who were only breathing were dealt with on the spot, and I took only the sane ones to check what they were doing... I looked back while sitting on the cart, and on the sloping mound were naked and disarmed prisoners. I was sitting on my knees. Among them, there was one corpse with a blown head and only the jaw remaining. It was an example made prior to the interrogation. The rest of them were all covered in blood and shivering, either from fear or from the cold. It was very pitiful to see the subordinates around him, especially Fritz, with their heads down for fear of even making eye contact. However, whether they are lightly injured or seriously injured, or are about to run out of breath, they will become corpses side by side before sunrise anyway. It was a situation that revealed the party's skills even a little bit, so killing and killing was a necessity, not an option. It wasn't that the other person was innocent, so you felt comfortable. "I don't think these bastards are any ordinary highwaymen." “What are you talking about? The number of pages is over sixty, but are they normal people? They must be the ones who make a name for themselves.” “Not quite like that. The boss is an aristocrat, and he is also a lord.” “Your lord?” When I looked at the prisoners again with a puzzled face, Tiloria kicked a middle-aged man in the back as if showing off. “This child. Rantov Aftomaros. He is the Baron of Galemant.” “Galemant? That Galemant yesterday?” "yes. I've been chasing you since morning." I burst out laughing when I remembered that the name of the castle village where I stayed the night before and the small territory including the castle village was Galemant. “...Ha, really.” I noticed right before noon that there were people following me, but I never dreamed that it was a follow-up that started in the morning. “A guy the size of a baron attacked travelers passing through my estate?” “You can hear it for yourself.” Interested and nodded, Fritz grabbed the lord by the hair and dragged him to the front of the campfire. He couldn't walk because his knees were stuck in javelins, so he could only scream in pain as he was dragged by violent hands. “Can we take care of the rest?” “It should be.” Golman beckoned, and among the demons of the blue flame, the chosen two chanted a short spell. When Engliu dug a shallow pit with the 'digging' spell, Mittelman Simos Egon and others kicked the prisoners and pushed them into it. “Please save me!” “Hey wait! wait a minute! Let's talk-” “There is a treasure chest full of gold in my room in Gallemant! I'll pay for it as a ransom.” The thieves who sensed their fate desperately screamed, but the subordinates didn't even pretend to hear. Shea and Egon, who were only in their late teens, also showed little signs of agitation, although their faces were slightly pale. This is the world. Whether you're 19 or 18, once a nun or an ordinary peasant, you must exact ruthless vengeance on those who took your life. Hwareuk! After completing the spell, Kal-Ain's mouth was full of red flames. As if he had no feelings for the captives, the two eyes with blue flame tattoos were achromatic as usual. Quo-O - The spell 'Olnar's Flame Breath', which Ellen's great-grandfather or great-grandfather Ji made, had considerable firepower even though the distance it extended was short. Thirty seconds had passed since Kal-Ain spewed out the flames. All that was left of the shallow pit were a few black lumps that were entangled with each other. “......Huh.” stuffy breathing. That was all the reaction the lord, who had been thrown at my feet, showed after confirming the miserable end of his men. “Baron Narish?” “Yes.” Looking at his stiff expression, I thought it would be difficult to have a conversation, but it was a vain thought. “A misunderstanding seems to have made a mistake on my part. I was mistaken for thieves with a bounty from another group. Stupidly too. As if he had not yet let go of his will to survive, his eyes twitched non-stop and his tongue was agile. “As you have already heard, I am the lord of Galemant. I will pay the ransom, so let me live. There are easily over five hundred gold coins collected in the castle's safe. Give it all.” “......Five hundred gold coins? The country baron, Nabu Lang, has a lot of money.” “If you collect the legacy of the dead, there will be much more. That's quite a lot of money for a poor night's sleep. Isn't it?” As soon as he finished speaking, Fritz kicked the lord's side with his boots. “Kkeokkehehe!” “No questions, you cheeky bastard.” Could it be because Shinko, with the iron plate attached, dug deep under the ribs? He chuckled for a while and then vomited. ......Oh dear. Even while I was frowning and glaring at him, Fritz had a very dignified face. The nagging accompanied by double curses rose to the tip of my chin, but I decided to quit because it was obvious that it would only waste energy. “Why did you target us?” “...As I said, there is a misunderstanding.” “Stop the bullshit. If you want to save your life, tell me honestly.” Perhaps he found hope in my words, he quickly replied, moistening his dry lips. “There are a few guys who personally run errands, and when they see you handing out silver coins, they immediately run to me. The cart is also heavy, so it seems like there will be a lot to pick up... "Is that the end?" “...Ladies too. It's not like they're not the kind of beauty that is common to see as a country runner.” This was within the expected range. Even if the identities of the party were concealed, everyone couldn't go around with their faces wrapped tightly. If a group of more than 10 people were all wearing hoods, it would attract more attention. Of course, Ellen, who stands out so much, made sure to cover her hair and face well. Mungchi and Iofiya, who are from the Eastern Continent and the Western Plain, respectively, have disparate appearances, and were stealthy as usual, so they were not noticed by people. However, even Shea had a pretty face, and when it came to Tiloria, she belonged to a beautiful woman objectively. It wasn't unusual for the guys to get twisted. The same was the case with the cart. For this amount of people to travel—even considering the occasional stop in town or city—the basic luggage was substantial. Besides, it was impossible to show off expensive plate armor or magical weapons to the subject disguised as a group of mercenaries. That said, I couldn't just take the shabby equipment prepared for camouflage when I didn't know what might happen in the capital. Thanks to this, one cart had to be loaded with only the entire equipment. A group of mercenaries mixed with a few beautiful women accompanied by two thick carts. That was the result of our camouflage as much as possible. Fritz and Carl Ain had a lot of stern faces, so things hadn't happened so far, but it seems that they couldn't escape the greedy baron. Seeing me still in thought, Yeong-joo quickly continued talking, probably feeling impatient.
