rational judgment.
rational judgment.
The group moved forward, carving their first steps on the snow that had fallen the day before with the sound of footsteps.
My position is in the middle of the matrix. Thanks to the consideration of Galad, the person in charge, I was able to avoid standing at the back or front of the procession.
Of the ten mercenaries gathered, six, including Galad, were the ones he brought with him. A simple mercenary group with a total of six members. I introduced that it has a name of its own, but I forgot it because it doesn’t seem like a story that I’ll be paying much attention to.
“Priest Marnak.”
He has clear eyes like a cow and an innocent-looking face, but his size doesn’t suit that face at all. The man ambiguously between the boy and the young man was the youngest member of their mercenary group, whom Galard had assigned me to run errands for.
I replied with a benevolent smile.
“yes.”
Did he say his name was Puer? He was born in a village near Guis. He was the youngest child that Galard, who had recognized Puer’s innate dragon power, had finally persuaded the family and paid a generous price for.
how do i know this
“I’m sure you’re from somewhere other than Guiss, but can you tell me what the scenery is like there? By the way, if you go straight down this road, you’ll come to the village where I lived. I’m not sure how well my mother and father are. Thanks to the generous courtesy, you will spend this winter safely, but what is this feeling of being a little worried?”
Puer talked a lot. The question he asked me was to tell his story, which he wasn’t even curious about, as if it were just an excuse to talk to him.
Could it be that he attached this puyer to me not to be considerate of me, but to keep this talkative mouth away from himself even for a moment? Have I been hurt
“You know what? Priest?”
Now, without even asking me questions, he started telling his story. The way he whispered to me with a seemingly solemn expression didn’t go well with his innocent-looking face, so it was a little funny.
“What are you talking about?”
Puer glanced at Galard and whispered.
“Actually, rumors say that it’s not people or monsters that catch farmers on this road, but ghosts.”
In this world, ghosts are used in a slightly different meaning than monsters of negative energy. Well, the image was not very different from the ghosts used in our world.
“You mean a ghost?”
“Yes. A ghost.”
I just smiled quietly.
“If the culprit is a ghost, it will be very difficult.”
Puer looked at me with twinkling eyes.
“Why?”
Are you hoping for a story with some superpower? Sorry, but that wasn’t what I meant.
“Well, if the culprit is a ghost, we’re sure to make a fool of ourselves, so we won’t get paid for success, right?”
Then it was difficult. If there is no success reward, the reward is one silver coin. It was the same as the amount I received yesterday after being nagged at by the receptionist. This was the same as saying that the situation in my pocket of ninety fairy tales would not improve at all.
It’s really difficult.
After hearing my story, Puer looked at me with a slightly disappointed look, probably expecting something great.
“Certainly, if the culprit is a ghost, it will be difficult to get paid.”
“By the way, Mr. Galard, do you think the culprit is a ghost?”
As if waiting for my question, Puer glanced at the surroundings with his gigantic size and then whispered to me in a small voice.
“Actually, I don’t think Captain Galard thinks he’ll catch the criminal either. I heard him talking to other people before going to bed yesterday, so I had a strong feeling that he was just taking on the job because there was no suitable job. I’m not even sure if there’s a culprit doing the harm.”
So, in the end, my pocket situation can’t get better. got a little weepy Puer, whether he knew what I was thinking or not, just continued on with his words.
It feels like walking with the radio on.
“Captain Galard always grumbled that the reason why there is no unification these days is that there is no problem because the great Lord Tredon rules Gwis so well. Didn’t you say there were a lot more times when you got paid and went out to work?”
The manpower station was an institution under the direct control of the lord, and when the lord needed manpower, it was a place where work was arranged for a reasonable price. This system, similar to a modern manpower office, was originally a place for laboring jobs that were difficult to hunt in the early game.
In the end, should I run Nogada instead of being a mercenary? The mercenary side was much better for me. It was a story of working as a mercenary, gaining divinity, liking a sister, a brother-in-law, digging, and catching crayfish if I collected the corpses that inevitably occur in the process of dying and dying.
“By the way, isn’t a person with a natural dragon power like Puer excellent at using his body like that?”
At my honorific words, Puere smiled awkwardly as if he couldn’t get used to it.
“Priest Marnak is the only person here who doesn’t use informal language with me.
“I’m comfortable with this.”
As long as the other person didn’t ignore me, kindness was a pretty useful tool. Having a good image was more advantageous in many ways than I thought. Especially in the work of finding or doing the wrong side of the culprit.
“If the priest is like that, then I have nothing to say.”
“Puer!”
“I guess I’ll have to go for a while. I’ll be back soon!”
While trying to continue the story, Puer bowed his head at Galard’s voice calling him from afar and crossed the snowy road to Galard in the lead.
When Puyère, who had been chattering nonstop from morning to afternoon, disappeared, only my slow breathing and heartbeat could be heard.
‘killing!’
“Mother, why do you keep telling me to kill them all? Your son desperately needs twenty-nine pieces of silver, and I want to keep his back warm this midwinter.”
‘Murder…’
With a voice that sounded like it was slightly slumped, the mother of corruption meekly agreed and withdrew. Our Mother of Corruption didn’t have the knack for creating miracle coins.
I tapped the hand in my bosom.
“I think I was a bit harsh. Poverty must have eaten away at my bright reason. Don’t be too downhearted by this stupid son’s words. Actually, I’m fine with being a little cold. My back will warm itself up when spring comes. ”
‘killing!’
Corruption’s mother was quick to resolve her emotions.
The day started to get a little dark. Seeing from afar Galad hurried their steps, it seemed that there was still a little distance left to the campsite they had thought of beforehand.
After returning from Galarde, Puer kept his mouth shut and was silent. I smiled and talked to Puer.
“What do you think you heard?”
Puer, who glanced at me, hesitantly said.
“I heard a word from the captain not to bother the priest too much. He said how annoying it would be if he stayed close to me and made noise from morning till sunset.”
It was certainly a little annoying, but it was still a little better to have a chattering radio than not to have one.
“I’m really fine. Don’t worry.”
Puer’s face brightened. It reminded me of a bear cub laughing.
“Really? Priest?”
“yes.”
secret sign. A small sound cutting through the air. Something caught my sensitive senses.
I reflexively pushed Puer over.
hooked
Two arrows pierced my stomach and shoulder. The culprit of getting rid of passers-by was not a ghost. was a person
Is it thief?
“Sa, priest?! Gwa, are you okay? Hwa, arrow!!!”
I calmly surveyed the situation. Galad, who was walking in front of me, was already lying on the floor. With an arrow stuck in his head.
Of the ten people in the party, less than five did not get hit by an arrow.
Frighteningly sharp aiming skills. It was too systematic and sharp to be seen as a surprise raid by bandits.
‘killing!’
The mother of corruption told me to fall on the floor and pretend to be dead after being hit by an arrow.
Certainly that was a rational decision. Now that I wasn’t even sure how many enemies there were, it was right to wait until the enemy showed up before doing anything.
I glanced back. Puer trembles inappropriately for his size. Apparently, it was his first time in real life.
If I pretended to be dead here, I’m sure everyone else would die except for me.
‘killing!’
“I know, Mother. I know very well what the gain is.”
This is a game. The world itself is a game. Those who will soon die are just NPCs with data, and I am a player.
“But you know what? Mother.”
I kicked off the seat with two arrows stuck in my body.
I drew my main sword at the waist of the nearest corpse I had seen in advance and shouted as I jumped out again.
“I always do this!”
swung the sword blood spurting out. The head of one thief hiding in dark clothes fell to the floor.
The enemy was not one. I surveyed my surroundings with eyes piercing the darkness and ran towards the next enemy.
Yeah I originally played the game like this.
Keeping what I want to keep as my heart goes.
Game is basically what I want to do.
***
Belkyr was a deserted ranger. He could not adapt to the rigid discipline of the ranger life and deserted.
Then, he barely escaped the pursuers and hid in a mountain village. There, Belkyr trained some like-minded bullies to some extent and formed a band of bandits.
Stealing based on the ranger’s knowledge is tantamount to a natural disaster that farmers can never avoid.
Belkyr systematically raided only a suitable group of farmers to take their wealth. It was clear that even if I tried stealing briefly and boldly, my throat would fly off soon.
However, as the theft continued for a long time, the lord eventually gathered mercenaries and began to pursue him.
It was time to move the base after a big bang for the last time. Belkyr chose the mercenaries sent by the lord as his last prey before leaving.
It was far more profitable to sell what they had armed than to rob the peasants.
If he preoccupied and made a surprise attack, the seven men he raised would not be defeated by ten mercenaries. So judged.
everything went according to plan. The time when the sun slowly hides and the mercenaries move in a long line with their tension fully relaxed.
Holding his breath, he gave the signal to fire to his men who were ready to bite the prey’s neck.
The raid was very successful. Five out of ten were hit by arrows. The person presumed to be the captain was killed instantly by an arrow he shot, and the mercenaries had yet to figure out his location.
The problem appeared like a beast in the form of a priest.
The mad priest drew his sword from the corpse as if he had been waiting with arrows stuck in his stomach and shoulder, and rushed at one of his subordinates who was hiding and blew his head off with a single sword.
Seeing that berserker-like figure, Belkyr unknowingly spat out swear words.
“crazy!”
