Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

A thick wooden door opens with a sound. Heavy.

“Welcome. ”

The woman sitting on the counter says hello.

She looks like she's early 40s.

There were slight wrinkles around the neck and eyes, but the body did not spread throughout.

I wore clothes that deliberately revealed the contours. A tightly guarded body with no military presence, the men sitting at the tables around it are watching.

“Are you the new owner? ”

The former owner was killed by me.

Necron told me the inn was stolen from the new society. So the woman in front of him, is she part of the group?

A puppet of a human trafficking group with a noose around its neck. It will be relevant in some way.

It felt like a snake was walking by. I was alert and ready to come forward at any time.

I don't know what to do.

Those seated at the table may cooperate.

Special!

Lena hit me with a special side.

I'm sober. I might have lost my life. The landlady smiled bitterly.

“You're the first. Are you a guest?”

“Yes!?

Lena nods. I looked around.

The tables and chairs are organized. Clean floors are also good.

At first glance, it doesn't feel like a drug den or a warm hearth of crime. But it's definitely here. Where rubia went missing.

“The room starts on the second floor. Will you two be sharing? ”

“Of course. Assign me to the bathtub... ”

Lena gives me a good look around. You're giving me time to look at the first batch? I didn't say anything, but I find it surprising.

Tak.

A big wooden cup is placed in the bar.

I poured a lot of black beer.

Lena leans forward and blends in with the owner.

“Do you have any cheese? ”

“Here. I'll give you some dry drinks, too. ”

Standing in front of the counter, Lena grabs the beer very slowly.

In the meantime, walk one insect lightly.

I looked at the people sitting down.

I don't know any faces. At least no bald guys followed him out.

I rolled my feet around a little. The void echoes.

“There is space underneath. `

But it's hard to think of the inn as a basement. It'll be used as a wine or cheese cellar. I didn't find anything suspicious.

Lena's beer cup was finally empty.

“Dinner is one thing. Shall I take it to my room?”

“Yes, please do that. Give me another dark beer when you get here. ”

I climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. The room is quite spacious. There's only one bed. I don't care if you sleep anyway.

Sa.

Lena undressed in front of the bathroom.

I sit in a corner, turning my head appropriately and looking out.

The sound of the clothes peeling off echoes in the room.

The hot water turns off, and she goes inside. A voice mixed with water vapor flows out.

“Isn't the world getting better? And hot water."

Techniques that can draw and heat water anywhere were developed first in Ember.

Engineering City State 0) Bone).

Soft work. The technology was passed on to the Free Union and to the Empire.

It was 100 years ago, of course.

“Age?”

I heard a relaxed answer.

”Why? You can't even say it's a good world when you're younger. ”

You hear a whimpering sound.

“Do you want to come in? It doesn't have to end with a bath. ”

“No thanks.”

“A dark beer and a bath would be great. No?”

I didn't stand up to ridiculous jokes. I sat in the corner and looked out the window.

The sword in your chest is hard.

You stare at the outside, muttering your confusion.

“I don't like small."

Deep in the Dry Underground Cemetery

It reminded me of a lot of cages that were hanging. Those cages would fit perfectly if there was a skeleton inside.

Stuck in a narrow cage increases weakness and pain. I was in a cage like that once.

Many high-ranking horsemen have left skeleton soldiers behind like that.

I was dumbfounded by the wrong idea.

“Then come with me to the hot springs next time. It's a big place. It'll be okay. ”

Lena walks out slowly, relaxed for about two hours.

I was humming and singing. The hot tub opens and steam follows behind her.

Lena, wrapped appropriately under her chest, touches her moist black head with her hands raised.

I can see healthy skin with a slight light brown color and a good arm and leg.

When my eyes met, she smiled.

“Do you want to see more? Do you want to get off?”

The user jostles the towel rope.

It was that moment.

Corlock.

You hear the sound of a tail landing on Lena's belly, whether she's hungry or not. He broke the atmosphere he had created to harass me.

Dallac.

I wriggled and laughed.

“Kit! Aah!

Lena's face turns red. The towel is wrapped in a blanket and turned around. Well, it doesn't matter.

Knock, knock.

You hear a knock at the door. It was food. I got it. I told Lena hiding in bed.

“This is the human. It'll fill you up.”

“02

She groans and comes out to eat.

‘Nineteen.’

Indeed, I was a good eater.

You watch her for a moment, then sit down with your knife to one side.

It's a place where you look at the door.

If someone breaks in, I will fall and interrogate them. But no one came after dinner.

Lena's silly prank of taking off her armor, but late autumn night passed.

“Ugh, ugh...

It was Lena's first ambassador who woke up around noon. There was a strange atmosphere when I woke up late and was distracted.

In the duvet, she straightens her hands behind her back with her big head.

“Did you get up too early? ”

“It's noon already. ”

“Yes. But you didn't take it off so quickly, did you? This is entirely your fault. ”

“I shouldn't have posted it, or liked it. ”

Lena's liking for more than 20, and those words burst out as a habit.

I was a little tired.

I wanted to tease someone who couldn't copulate anyway.

“Status window. `

I glanced at Lena slightly. A status window rises over her head with the sound of tying and shouting. Whether it was thanks to the movement together, my liking kept rising marginally. 29.

My head was itchy about what would happen if I was over 30.

‘Maybe I should lower my liking. ”

Lena slammed the iron wall with a silent answer to her sexual harassment. Eventually, he puts the right story in his mouth.

“I need to get some Flame Bottle ingredients... Have you ever used one? ”

Dallac.

I shake my head. I've never used it, and rarely used it.

A battlefield traversed by all sorts of weapons.

It's funny that you're on the front line and you don't even know about the Flame Bottle. However, Skeleton Soldiers on the front are not even given proper weapons.

If a fight breaks out, we won't last long. I have no idea what the plan is. There is no proper training.

A cushion that slightly absorbs the enemy's preliminary staff.

Nigga Boon ”

On the battlefield, an entire battlefield of Skeleton Soldiers will be destroyed within three minutes.

On the battlefield.

We are merely sacrifices drawn to sacrifice. All the knives in your hand are rusty and dull.

“I've never used such a weapon. ”

“It's not that hard. You throw it and you break it. The bottle shatters in shock! There's a fire. There's a fire cloud. If you mix sticky stuff, it sticks on fire, so it works better. ”

“I see.”

“Let's go buy some ingredients. ”

“Should I sell some oil? ”

“Just give me the money and I'll sell it. If it's normal, if you don't sell it... you'll eat it. ”

I didn't know what the plan was, but I decided to follow it.

I stepped outside.

Lena looks at the city map and walks down a narrow back alley between the adjoining houses. I walked with vigilance in the grain.

There was no sun in the alley. It's dark. I can smell opium on the wall.

“It's consistent. ”

“Consistency?”

“I could use a little more variety in a drugstore. There's no smell of syrup or hash. It's all opium."

“What does it mean? ”

Lena lowers her voice and answers.

“Distribution, perhaps? ”

The people standing in the alley look dazed somewhere.

The smiling people have far more loosened their eyes than the guards they saw at the entrance.

There were those who wetted themselves and laughed at me in the plate mail.

I read the helpless vigilance.

Point

I arrived at a general goods store located at the end of the back alley. I slipped inside out.

I defeated the shop. It was not just about selling simple necessities.

It was one floor, but it was wide enough for about 20 people to come in at once. The room was completely packed with stuff.

Outside, there was a separate warehouse painted red. Lena snorts slightly near the warehouse.

That's a lot of gas.

The owner in the blue jacket looks at us and says,

“Welcome."

The gray hair was fairly tangled and the nose and chin beards were not long.

I inadvertently looked into his eyes. But it was hard to know whether he was addicted to opium or not.

The owner lost both hands and glanced inside the standing counter.

The drawers with the handles are tucked away as far as the owner's height goes.

There are over a hundred. Symbols are written one by one. It seems to be a symbol recognized only by the general goods store owner.

“What are you looking for? ”

“Just give me thirty empty bottles. ”

“Empty bottles? I don't have three dogs, not thirty. Why are you looking for it? ”

Lena's face snaps open.

“There are no empty bottles in the general store? Oh my. Then give me the cheapest liquor in a glass bottle... and a jar of tar. ”

“There is no tar. ”

“Yes? You have gas? ”

“I don't have it either...”

“Isn't there a warehouse full of them? It smells like gasoline. ”

Lena points out to the red storeroom outside and asks.

“Oh, I can't sell it. I already have people to live for. Your reservation is complete. What are you looking for back there? ”

Lena smiles and shrugs. And I slapped my chest with my hands.

The sound of raising the armor spreads small inside the general goods store.

“He's my husband. He's a great freedom knight. ”

There's one here, too.

“Anyway, we're all out. We can't sell it. ”

The owner in the blue jacket tightly kept his mouth shut. It looks decisive.

“You're not selling it as an outsider? Since when does a general goods dealer do that? Didn't you just sell it for money? ”

The owner leans forward slightly. Beat the counter with your hands. The words are quite thick.

“What's the matter with you if you can't sell? We may not know the other cities, but we do. ”

The two of them flirted. Other people at the general goods store cleared her out. I looked inside, even those who were passing by dazed outside.

“That's not a woman. ”

It seemed to attract attention on purpose. Lena forced her hand. The owner's refusal was concise.

It continued for about thirty minutes.

“Stop going out! It's disruptive!”

“Are you going to keep interrupting? Why don't you sell it? ”

“Let's just get out. ”

I told Lena. I don't know exactly what she wants, but I've changed my gaze enough.

And I could feel someone catching up behind me.

“We got one. ”

“It's going to multiply, and it's going to attack us, right? ”

“I trust you. ”