Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Human? ”

Chandler's eyes are odd. Mixed suspicion and conviction. He's not standing between the two.

Both emotions were present separately.

“I don't know.”

I asked for a second opinion.

This answer is a deadly divergence even if you think about it. Cristina, standing behind you with a knife, strains her body.

Baron Chandler.

I feel like he already knows who I am. Did they put out an investigation?

Then why come now. What do you want me to do? Curiosity rises from the inside of the ribs.

“Is this an important question? ”

Chandler nods.

“Yes. My family and the fate of this city are at stake. ”

Suddenly, a great story begins.

He's not combat ready at all. Whether I'm human or not, I may not intend to attack.

Jubbuck.

I woke up from my seat. Then you walk in front of Chandler.

This is a gamble no one can ask about. I have to read it, and I have to judge and answer it. I have decided.

“Humans. No. ”

‘Masquerade off. ’

I took off my mask.

Cristina opens her eyes wide as she reveals herself. I did not scream or fall. You feel the need to protect Chandler.

Lena closes the window, closes the curtain, and locks the door. Then I stood guard in front of him.

What surprised me was Chandler's reaction.

“I knew it. It was you! It was you!”

Grassmeer's accomplice, who confirmed my appearance,

Fluffy.

Kneel before me.

“Joo, Joo! You're drunk.”

Cristina is furious and raises him by Chandler's side. A knight who shows boldness even in confused situations. I thought I could do a good escort.

“Let go.”

“No, hold it. ”

I spoke loudly to Cristina so that Chandler's words would be buried.

She holds Chandler still, slightly stiffened.

Chandler flinches, clutching at a firm, thick forearm, but her pure strength does not seem to be completely pushed by Cristina.

“Let go.

“Lord.! ”

I decided not to give Cristina any more trouble.

“What's going on? ”

Chandler quietly speaks in a trembling voice.

“To you. A favor. ”

He was desperate. I didn't care enough about my own dignity to kneel without hesitation. I looked at him and said,

“I don't need a sword to teach me how to do this. ”

I was going to. Last time, this guy was miserably killed for the first test subject of my absorption of essence.

Even if it's not that kite.

Absorbs up to a skill called [Sword Training]. I am prepared to resonate with my skill set.

But the champion shakes his head.

“No, I don't. I've dreamed of you every day for the last two months. ”

“What are you trying to say? ”

It was a serious expression, but it was a strange sound that I could never understand in English.

“It was my first time. I had another dream. ”

It was then.

Spikes!

Night Tall, who was in his sack, reached out his face. He looks left and right, just pushing his head out of his sack.

Moon, Moon, Moon!

Baltol climbed on my feet. Suddenly, the atmosphere of the sudden appearance of him slightly shifted. Chandler and Cristina seem distraught, but they have uncovered their identity.

‘There can be no difference between one skeleton and two. ’

He shoved his head at me.

A gesture that wants attention.

‘Oh, my God.

I stroked Baltol slowly.

I looked at Chandler and asked.

“What did you say? ”

He blinked his eyes. I swallowed the saliva and followed the horse.

“I gave him the same dream for twenty-five years.

A world turned upside down. ”

Are you a prophet? ’

The world must be turned upside down. Twice.

I got Chandler off the floor.

I sat down in a chair.

“Keep talking. ”

“Humans are eaten by insects and beasts. And a giant raven lands on Grasmear. A crow with jewels all over his body. ”

A crow dressed in jewelry.

I am familiar with it.

The Demon Lord Malphas.

“When the human world is torn apart, that crow will keep me and this city strong. I knew it was the Demon King.

I've had that dream for over twenty years. ”

Chandler continues to explain in a trembling voice.

The ancestors of the family were subordinates of the great shaman who ruled the south.

Before the shaman who served the Demon King died,

You put a curse on the blood of the Chandler family.

A curse that shares life with revelation.

I asked him.

“Share a life? ”

“Yes.”

“You mean the shaman is still alive? ”

He nods.

“In the final straw I completed before I died, I fell into a state of spontaneous suspended animation. Waiting for the Demon King to come and save his strength. ”

Chandler continued to explain. Immediately, the twenty-five digits of the Head of Household enter the underworld.

There is a shaman close to the invoice. And embrace the descendants of the old slaves to keep them alive. It was a fantastic story.

“That's how we lived as slaves.

Not even the Demon King's slave, but the Grand Shaman's slave. ”

“I am.

Lena interrupts the conversation.

“Is the shaman's name Belle 'Homet Isaac? ”

Chandler opens his eyes wide.

“How could you do that! ”

“I'm sorry. I did my own research, actually. And...

Lena confessed to investigating Chandler. I thought I was appropriately attracted to the conversation between them.

House Chandler.

Household officials dream every night.

Dream of the Demon King coming.

A dream in which only families and cities are saved at the end of the world.

Usually with the blessing of the Demon King, the city flourishes.

Of course you're lying.

Chandler's not lying. The dream is a lie. Grasmear is not protected.

Even the shaman Bell ’Homet Isaac, presumed to belong to Malphas, is likely being deceived by the jewel crow and being deceived by false revelations.

‘Grasmear is a fact.

The whole city will be sacrificed to the Demon King.

Nonetheless.

The reason the Chandler family keeps the shaman alive is simple.

If I dream the same dream every day, I truly believe it. Anesthesia and brainwashing.

The Demon King's coming. Salvation. Blessings.

I believe that's true.

To the lord, it is a duty to endure the loss of life force.

Terminal Threats and Secular Vengeance.

The two are a combined trap.

‘You couldn't even ask anyone for help. ’

It's not a good story to tell.

Through the blessing of the Demon King, the story goes that families are connected through generations.

He may smash the gates with a burning hammer in 'The Monument of Ashes'.

The heathen priests who serve Biff Rone or Yemera are likely to put the whole family on trial for heresy.

I looked at Chandler and asked.

“Then why me? ”

That's the problem. I can't figure out why he suddenly talks to me and asks for help. Chandler said with the expression shown above.

“Since I met you then. The dream has been fulfilled. I no longer received the revelation. ”

“You're not dreaming of the Demon King's coming? ”

Chandler nods.

“I received another revelation instead. You took off your helmet. A revelation that breaks the golems beneath the inner sanctuary and divides the world full of ghosts. ”

“That's how I came out? ”

It didn't seem like a lie.

“My father, who is lying in bed, had the same dream. ”

Baron Chandler.

His dream is an intended spell.

‘That I was out there.

It means I was involved in the spell. How? How?

Why? I wasn't the only one wondering.

You hear a voice filled with anger before your eyes.

“If the revelation is false, Isaac, the deceitful shaman, must die. ”

Chandler raises his voice.

“Revelation. If it's true! Please make it happen together. If you will free us from the fate of slavery, my father and I! I will give you everything you can with the strength of your family. ”

It was that moment.

[Activate Quest]

[Curse of the High Priestess Chandler Family]

During the upheaval, the southern high shaman Bell 'Homet Isaac enslaved the Chandler family for generations.

Isaac was bound, half-dead, sucking the livelihood out of his family.

Defeat the Wicked Shaman Bell 'Homet Isaac!

After meeting you, clients who have been separated from the 'Revelation' for decades are extremely reliable.

If you accept the quest: The whole Chandler family has a huge boost to your liking.

If you succeed in the quest: your reputation will greatly increase in the Southern Imperial region. More importantly, the Chandlers may reward you with something very special. The most special reward in the City of Weapons. Not excited?

If you decline the quest: Chandler has a high chance of depression. Increases your chances of being strangely wanted for the other "The Incredibly Strong One."

[Do you want to accept the quest?]

[Yes/No]

It's been a long time since I've seen a quest window.

The criteria for the quest window was unknown. Sometimes it rises, sometimes it doesn't. Activities with Lena do not come up with any quests.

The world's mesh does not maintain consistency.

‘Hmm.:

I waved my head.

‘It's a quest to accept anyway. ’

Not to mention looking at horsepower.

I also need it to make Lena the Station Head. Chandler himself asks. Can also get rewards.

‘If it's a problem. ’

I have no idea what the steel golems are capable of guarding the dungeon.

The Grand Shaman, who left his name hundreds of years later, made these golems to protect his tomb.

Even though he was several times stronger than before,

There is no guarantee that you will win.

But...

I am now confident that life repeats itself to some extent.

‘If you die, you'll go back to the cave again. ’

Rena and I are starting over.

If you decide to raise her as Head of T&T.

If you decide to clear the scenario, this is the quickest way.

Even if I die, I'll take back my experience fighting Golems.

‘Let's do it. ’

It was when I thought I had to accept it and looked at Lena.

“What a story. ”

Lena winks at me and says something serious.

“Of course, my master is strong, so I'm sure he'll be fine with the Golem Dungeon. In fact, we were planning to go somewhere else tomorrow. ”

Chandler's expression distorts with grief.

“Y-yeah! ”

“Phew, what a pity. The teacher will think about it and give you an answer. ”

Chandler turns back, his gaze tightening several times.

“Why didn't you just accept it? Didn't I tell you to get magic juice out of the golems? ”

“You have to bounce it for once. Teacher, you don't do everything for me, do you? ”

“Phew. That's great. ”

I shake my head.

“Why don't you relax and go by lunch tomorrow? ”

I nod with a bloody smile.

“Sure."

I stroked Baltoli.

The next day, I went to see Chandler.

He punched me in the face to make sure I didn't sleep well. Lena said with a look of difficulty.

“I said, let's stick to the plan, but my teacher is too. You really care about him. He's not supposed to do this.

The performance was excellent.

Even I was watching, I really wanted to be on a schedule.

“Thank you very much. Any losses incurred as a result of a setback. I'll make it up to you.

You are a lifesaver! I saved my family from a painful and terrible fate. ”

Chandler grabs your hands and looks like you're about to cry.

I suddenly remembered the message that my liking rose in a row.

It was unfortunate for him, but it seemed to have a dramatic effect.

“Yes. Then let's go to the fortress. ”

“I'll show you!”

[Chandler's Curse]

[You have accepted the quest.]

The quest window, which was greyed out, was activated with a blue glow.

He walked me to the castle side by side. Baron Chandler seems determined not to run.

I felt very excited at first glance.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! ”

“Hmm. Let's walk quietly. ”

I had to calm him adequately when he shouted on the road. There were many citizens who greeted the baron and were generally very favorable. In the meantime, the message was a little different from the attitude I had toward the "Lord's Son."

I did not avoid and was not afraid

Some merchants waved their hands greeting Chandler when they saw Chandler's hyeongbin whilst yawning from hunger.

After crossing the road, you climb the crooked staircase, which looks functional for defense, and arrive at resistance.

Bait.

When a heavily-bodied guard opened the Resistance door.

I looked inside and thought:

"I'm surprised."

Resistance was not glamorous.

It was large and spacious as it was from the front, but it was sparse enough to feel a bit of a cliche.

There are no signs of luxury anywhere.

Cool!

A human who comes down from the front with a boost coughs painfully.

He was at least eighty years old. There was blood on the handkerchief of a sturdy maiden standing beside her.

“Father! You're not lying down.!

Chandler shouts.

‘Arbor now. Did he tell you to lose? ’