Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

You have to see for yourself.

If you don't handle it lightly, you never know when or where the blade will come from. Lack of observation begets death.

‘I've already experienced it many times. ’

Lena doesn't have any advice. The pendant has a long way to go.

We have to gather as much information as possible and pay attention.

I hid the shadows in the dark and walked the silent streets.

Grasmear's night was quiet.

Patrolman with a torch

It's just them.

Soldiers half-submerged in horses lose their shadows before their eyes.

Your first objective.

Where are the soldiers who were trying to inspect me?

The way to the gate for confirmation.

Something bothers me.

Walking in with Chandler, the big tent he described.

Under the cold moonlight, a poisonous white tent caught my attention.

Around the white tent, armed mercenaries patrol the area calmly with long spears.

No one sleeps.

Problem is.

‘Can't you feel it? ’

Inside the tent, you can't reach the ridge as if it's blocked by something.

Even with detection skills, it only sounds and feels intermittent.

Dangerous odor.

It also smells familiar.

The mercenaries patrol the perimeter regularly in groups of two.

Their phoniness gives them a rigorous training.

Organized

‘I had a similar feeling somewhere. ’

Star Spearmen.

Chandler said they had a high reputation for strict discipline and faithful contract execution.

Rumors and opinions.

I watched the death of the Marquis go horribly wrong right next to him.

Who creates reputation?

Maybe it can be manipulated so incredibly simply.

Maybe Chandler's a little off.

I shake my head and think about it.

‘This is not the time. ’

Find out where Baron Lineburg is reporting to first.

I got rid of my mind and rushed to the gate.

You examine the guard. But the guards have all changed.

It seemed like I had already completed my shift while I was in the resistance.

Has it changed, too? I'll wait here for now. ’

There are no answers or wandering the streets.

I stood still and waited.

“It's freezing. It's freezing.

You hear the Night's Watch grumble.

I'd like to kidnap one and interrogate him, but Chandler's position is there.

If you want to question the soldiers, you have to kill them to keep them quiet.

There are certain promises to Chandler that he won't cause any trouble. I didn't want any trouble.

The day slowly dawned.

Fortunately, familiar faces appeared everywhere.

It's coming out now, right? ’

I saw the faces of the men outside surrounding me.

The infantry and the cavalry set up near the gate again, as they did yesterday.

Soon, however, an empty seat stood out.

The most important seat.

You're not coming? ’

Baron Lineburg is nowhere to be seen.

I felt like the corners of my heart were sinking cold.

Where did he go? To whom? "

The guards who were waiting asked the others to take turns.

“What about the baron?”

“He said it was important today.

He's coming tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. ”

“You didn't go out at all? ”

“Probably not? I don't know the details. ”

‘Important. Work? ’

By this time, he was gone. It is likely to be a report about me

Something will happen when the 'Supervisor' decision is made.

‘What to do.’

Unfortunately, no clue.

I decided to take a look around Grasmear Street.

I've been walking the streets for over half a day, but I can't even see him.

Find the needle in the haystack in the first place.

Detection skills can detect skills, but not all of them can be identified.

It's roughly the size of the catch.

I went to the biggest tavern in the city, the Tired Axe.

Unless we go east or west for a while.

This is the perfect place to get a drink where he used to work. It is likely that Lineburg is a well-known place.

You hear a loud conversation as you enter the bar.

There's nothing wrong with checking.

Queek.

The waiter approached me as I opened the door.

“I'll take your order. ”

I'm used to handing out silver coins.

“Keep your allowance. ”

The waiter said openly, checking the firm feel in his hands.

“Oops! What can I do for you? ”

Money seems to work even before the war. No, maybe it's because we're on the brink of war.

“Wait. Let me take a look around. ”

“Oops! Yes, it's more comfortable. I'll let you open the room for a moment. Look around!!"

Bloop-oop! Bloop-oop!

The waiter smiled brightly and opened his mouth. People frown.

“Is there anything you need? ”

“Nothing! Close it! ”

“Yay!”

The waiter led me to the second and third floors of a large bar. But there was no Baron Lineburg anywhere.

“Did you find what you were looking for? ”

“None.”

I grabbed a silver coin for a good price.

“Ouch! Bless you for life! ”

The waitress's waist was bent to the ground.

It was time to close the door and go back out.

“W. The Marquis of Leandro. ”

I heard a familiar name a little far away.

"Leandro!? You mean him? ’

The head automatically turns.

A tall, fat man and two ugly, skinny men were sitting and pouring cups.

The skinny man insisted.

“Don't be shy. Tell me. ”

The fat man with the silly head and the beard up to his ears was a horse.

“Wasn't that the riot in Ublam before you died? Killing all the guards, tearing the lord apart. Does that make any sense? ”

The skinny man nods nervously.

“Of course it makes sense. He even deals drugs and trafficking. ”

“That's right. So, I mean...

This. I wonder if it's possible. ”

“What? What do you mean? ”

“My brother-in-law is a commanding officer.

It's not exactly a secret. That's it.

When there's a commotion in Ublam, the Marquis is at the northwest end. He said he was on a mission. ”

I placed the handle that was opening. The foot has already turned inside.

“My shop. That's where you come in and out! Haha!”

The waiter looked at me, cleared a seat nearby and sat down.

I didn't bother with the spell because I had enough tips.

I'm sitting in two men's chairs.

I focused on the conversation.

“Mission?”

“Yes. He was tasked with hunting Frost Basilisks. Strange, isn't it?"

Basilisk.

I've seen them before in the Demon Prince's army.

A hideous, thirty-meter long magical object.

‘Is it still emerging? ’

But Leandro, the man who caught the Kraken at sea, had enough to cook.

It's no wonder he was tasked with killing Basilisks in the North.

Tak.

The skinny man lowers his glass and frowns.

“The northwest end of the continent and the southeast? You can't have one person or two, can you? ”

“You know what? Rumor has it the real Marquis isn't dead. Some say he saw a ghost! ”

‘Damn it.'

I wanted to roll my feet a little under the table.

It's all my story.

Two mere mortals are publicly talking about what I've done in their drinks.

“Then it must be the one south.

The heir was confirmed by the Ublam administration. ”

“Yes. We're talking. She had gray hair, she had a sword. ”

“You're alive and you're hiding it. The ghost that appeared is the real Count Leandro. ”

I didn't know what I was talking about.

How far has the rumor spread?

It must be impossible to fix it. There's no blame on the boy who fell down the cliff.

At the beginning of this life, everything had already been twisted since imitating the Marquis.

< Imperial Targeting Party ❗ Batienne Vonleandro commands.

< Tell Lord Yublam. I'll give you two days to kill yourself.

It was good then.

A power much stronger than before.

New skills.

You brutally murdered Rubia's direct and indirect enemies, snarling at human law.

The fear of death, the pursuit, gives me a sense of fear.

I was quite enjoying the idea that my strength was this much.

After rescuing the boy, I enjoyed a trivial sense of superiority when I appeared as a masquerade.

But...

As a result, my actions.

It must have vexed the Imperial mind that killed the Marquis.

Romantic suicide.

Or an assassination alliance with Ember.

The two layers of gossip that have been created have lost focus and become blurred due to the existence of 'Ghost of the Marquis'.

The Dark Lord's ghost roams the South!

It was not created by the Imperial Court and could not be controlled.

< The Marquis is alive! The rumor is, 'Why did the Grand Duke die?' Bury it completely.

In the capital.

Even if you didn't mess with the Imperial Secret Breeding Ground.

I was being targeted from the start.

‘What the hell. Damn it.’

Queek!

It's time to get wet. I opened the Tavern door and headed out to the Resistance.

‘But find the knife. I guess I'll just have to say goodbye to Chandler. ’

When I arrived at the resistance to say I was leaving soon.

You hear loud arguments coming from the Oval Office.

“Seize all Grasmear blacksmiths in the exhibition. We need to move forward with repairing the weapon. ”

“You want me to send all our craftsmen to the front? You think that makes sense? ”

Chandler protests without hiding any unpleasantness.

However, the opposing Pokémon does not back down.

“Imperial orders. And again, the security of this city! ”

Lineburg?

I chased him for a long time, but it was really dark under the lamp.

Did they come here right away?

Or he's here to deliver imperial orders, which means he's already made contact with his superiors.

I wonder if he's finished reporting on me.

‘Hmm.

The guy who was chattering like a parrot left.

I walked in as naturally as possible.

“Eun Gong! You're here! I was worried that you didn't show up for a long time. ”

“No more worries for me. You look like you're in trouble.”

Of course I'm in the most danger.

But I'd also like to brag about Chandler.

“Did you see it all? Phew.

Chandler sighs deeply.

The atmosphere was damp.

The first thing he said was unexpected.

“Baron Lineburg, he wasn't always like that. ”

“He's not like that? ”

“Yes, I was a fearsome, spineless cavalry commander. They were stationed nearby to protect USANCI Grasmear. ”

“I see.”

“Yes, he was quite friendly with his father. But when did it become an Imperial puppet? like people have changed at all. ”

‘It's completely changed.

I advised Chandler, who was taking it for a moment.

“By the way, it's dangerous to have a banner in front of the Imperial Order. ”

It reminds me of Rubia's father, who was brutally murdered for his uncooperative attitude to war.

But Chandler doesn't seem too worried.

“You'll need me to rule Grasmear anyway. But it's been a family for generations. ”

‘Plus, this is a lot of alignment.’ Chandler continued.

“I'm an outsider and have no relatives.

If you film me, you'll never find a replacement for me. ”

Quite confident

Earl Ray, the former lord of Erasts, had a substitute for his garbage brother.

A substitute who sent two contractors to kill Rubia.

But there is no Chandler.

Moreover, the reputation of the family in the city is overwhelming.

As soon as I hear what he said, I can sense why. On a common sense ship.

‘But, is the Imperial Court really going to let that happen? ’

They slaughtered the swordsman, Marquis Leandro, neatly.

I even found evidence of conspiring with the Demon King everywhere.

Chandler's cult must have been a lightly demolished group.

Chandler looks at me and asks if the atmosphere is unusual.

“What do you have in mind? ”

“Well.

But I can't get anything concrete out of it.

“Anyway, be careful. ”

It was obvious, but I really didn't have anything to say.

What should I tell them about the bugs at the ranch?

Where do I start with the story of the death of Count Leandro?

‘Phew.’

I tried to leave, but I wasn't sure why I left.

‘I'd feel a little more secure if this worked. ’

The pendant on your neck is gently gripped by your hand. Still dark light is dead.

[Next Trigger: 49: 41: 35.]

Two days to the ninth.