Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

The trail continues. The distance remains constant. There was always one.

‘Strange.’

I'm constantly wandering around the creepy, narrow alley. The Pokémon can attack, but it doesn't attack.

The number of followers does not increase.

Of course, more of the senseless may be following us.

But the way I feel is just one ordinary human being.

Think about it.

I can feel it. There is a good chance that they are really ordinary people.

I don't know how to spot a tail. I can't even say I like it.

As the sword level rose, the sensation of the surroundings grew slightly wider.

It's overwhelming.

I wonder how long it's been. The Humans following me begin to narrow the streets. I prepared the bell.

Huff.

You grab the knife sack and turn your left foot back, leaning in the axle.

But what appeared to me was,

The old man with the white beard.

"What about the old man? ’

“Hey, was that your grandfather, the one who was chasing us the whole time? You're strong.”

He was the old man I saw in front of the forge.

He was an old man who once carelessly admired us.

I stroked White Beard with my hands and went back into the alley.

He was an old man who first talked to Lena, whether he was a drug addict or not.

I put my hand on the hilt, keeping watch. If the follower shows up, there is a good chance that an attack will suddenly take place around him.

But nothing happened.

The old man was just a few steps ahead.

“You guys.

“Tell me.”

“Follow me.”

“Follow me?”

I'm getting ready to draw my sword right now. Human combat strength is very different even in the form of that.

“Yes, it's dangerous to buy time here. ”

“This alley? ”

“No, this city. ”

The old man seemed to have something to say. My body was left with nothing but bones. However, the close gaze was quite clear.

‘Something's wrong. ’

My gut was telling me I have to follow this old man.

I turned to Lena.

She nods to see if she feels the same way.

“Let's go. He's not an addict, is he? I think it's worth following. ”

“That's right. That was quick. ”

The old man led us. I seemed to know the alley as well as the palm of my hand.

Soon after arriving at the small house, the old man pulls the key out of his pocket.

“Come in.”

Yuck.

The door opens. The smell of iron permeates your mind. There were various weapons on the inside. It looked like a luxury item to me, even though I didn't know the weapon.

“I wouldn't recommend a car. ”

The old man was a horse.

He comes in here and walks around a few times.

“I wouldn't recommend a chair. Get the hell out of town. ”

“What do you mean, Grandpa? ”

Lena bites her chin. But the old man didn't see Lena. His gaze was on me.

"Why are you looking at me like that? ’

It was unknown. I was silent, and Lena said,

“I have something to tell you, didn't I follow you? Please be specific. ”

The old man kept staring at me.

“Leave the city before the guards return." ”

Huff.

I chisel with my Gauntlet hand. It's about the guards.

I have to ask.

“Coming back?”

“Literally. Not right now, but I'll be back in the middle of the day. ”

“There were guards at the gate. ”

Tuck.

I stopped Lena.

“Is it a little bit of a different story? Although I'm dressed as a guard,

Those are vicious criminals.

The old man's eyes widened.

“That's right! Did you know something? ”

“Keep talking to me. ”

“They went to execute all the rebels in the city. ”

“Execution?”

Rena's greetings. I was silent.

I felt a tremor all over my body.

There have been six deaths so far.

Among them, I was faced with the first ‘lucky’ situation.

Suddenly, someone appeared in the alley.

He gives me a lot of information.

As it has been so far.

This information, at least three or four times in the same place, can only be obtained after death.

We die, we die again, we keep track of the situation. You'll need a process of finding someone who can give you information, catching up on their weaknesses or liking them.

This is ridiculous.

‘??? Are you lucky? '

Think about it.

That was not an appropriate expression. More than that, something is unnatural.

“You. Why are you telling me this? ”

I looked inside the house and asked. It was a neatly organized house.

Strangely enough, there are a lot of weapons on display.

“The armor. ”

The old man pointed at my armor. The fingertips do not tremble, even though they are straight.

Strength is still alive.

“That armor, I made it. Even the forge on the road is my shop. ”

a.r "I don't know where I got it, but I don't know. ”

The old man took a small breath.

“That's the last piece of armor I ever made. ”

I was dizzy.This is the armor I took from the innkeeper's house. This is the armor Rubia bought.

“You made this armor? ”

“Yes, this is the last set I made.

You keep wearing that. ”

Of course. As soon as I take off my clothes, all Humans will attack me. I nodded my dog.

“I did.”

“I liked the armor just fine, hahaha.

Laughter is empty somewhere. There doesn't seem to be any need to resolve misunderstandings.

The old man spoke slowly.

“I saw that look. I just couldn't get past it. And then I remembered the woman who bought that armor. ”

That's where I got cut off. It was clear he was referring to Rubia.

“Is it last winter? ”

The old man takes a deep breath.

“How did you know? ”

“Just about that time I got this armor. ”

The old man sighs for a long time. Then I went on to tell the story.

“Born in Grasmeer, I met a wife from this city.

I've lived for 40 years, but these days, I see too much sin in this city. ”

His face was full of guilt.

It was the guilt of the bystander.

I thought I knew what the old man was swallowing.

“Tell me exactly. What guilt is that? ”

Gulp.

The old man swallowed the saliva and spoke.

“The lord is growing drugs.

We're distributing opium, of course, to the people of this city. It's a compulsory addiction. It kills anyone who refuses or complains. ”

Lena interrupts.

“What about Grandpa?”

“I am. Useful. ”

The old man looks back. Look at the weapons on the shelf. His voice was filled with deep guilt.

“I make weapons for the guards.

If you take the pills, you insist you can't work. You survived that. ”

“A bloodline that doesn't need to be blackmailed. He just let it go. ”

“What about the guards? ”

“Hmmm, there's nothing to talk about.

He's become the Lord's dog. Three years ago, I think. Brought in dozens of criminals. I plugged it into the guards. It's even worse since then. ”

I decided to ask him myself.

“Do you know it's a new society in the Necron? Are those the guards that broke in? ”

I said the old man's eyes were horrible.

“Talks like this, but you make fun of your tongue.

Hehe, and the old man coughed.

“The rumors are gone.

I'm just an old man trapped in the city.

I'm not sure that's it. ”

Lena interrupts.

“Can I tell you this? ”

“More to kill. You guys look like adventurers, heh. You're going to the dungeon, right? The spider cave.”

You nod.

“Careful. The guards are there, too.

To throw people alive at spiders. I have to go now. I'll see you. If you're witnesses, I won't let you live. ”

“Ugh.

Lena flinches and asks the old man.

“Knowing all that, isn't Grandpa leaving here? ”

The old man smiles bloody.

“Who will let you go? ”

“Still, it shouldn't be hard to get a body out. It's not an addiction.”

He shakes his head.

“My wife, born here, died.

Buried in this city. Where else would I go? I'm gonna die where my wife is buried. ”

“Ha.

Lena sighs. I asked the old man a question. I suddenly remembered something.

“By any chance, is there a bookstore in this city? ”

“Bookstore? Bookstore. What's the matter?”

I paused, but I thought I could tell this old man.

“I wonder if there's a book written by a man named Kevin Ashton. ”

“I don't know your name. I've never heard of it.

There's no bookstore. I don't know about the Lord's Library.

There's no way I'm letting you in.

I thought I'd have to give that up.

We went outside.

“Take this. ”

The old man said, taking out an iron black bottle.

“The general store said you wanted to go to a spider's den. That's for wearing my last suit of armor. ”

“What is this? ”

“Use this if you're going to the spider cave.

A 1: 30 dilution in water won't compare to any oil. It's called Grasmear's Fire. ”

Lena's eyes widen.

“Well, that.! ”

The fire of Grasmear. I've heard stories of it.

He liked to read books with my head on his knee.

It was because the hard touch to the thighs was good.

He used to read to me out loud when something interesting came out.

Huff.

He reminded me of his story, and I asked him.

“It never goes away. Is this a liquid fire? ”

“The vision of where I was born. I've managed to make a bottle for the rest of my life. I thought I'd use it to make a masterpiece.

Why would you give it to those demons if you made it? ”

“Can I give you this? ”

I didn't accept it. It is clear that the value is not unusual.

It would be fortunate if an excellent blacksmith could keep a bottle for the rest of his life.

“Of course. You can have it. ”

“Let me know if you need anything. ”

“My days are numbered. We don't have much time. It's a pity to throw this fire away. ”

The old man turns his back.

“No one to give it to? ”

“Everyone's addicted. Their souls are their slaves. No morals, no value. ”

“You mean you're done with your meds? ”

Lena interrupts.

“That's right."

“But Grandpa, I don't think that's what you're trying to say. ”

The old man laughs with a big smile.

“You're a fast learner. With this. Do what you can. ”

“Let me get this straight. ”

“Hmph! The guards will be back by tonight. Go to the spider cave now. And burn them all. ”

“Ha, I knew it. ”

Lena grimaces as she raises the tail of her mouth.

“If they come back, I'll track down the men who came to my house. You think you heard something from me. He'll try to kill you. ”

“Beat them first. One shot at this. ”

You clasp your arms. You clasp the gauntlet tightly. Lena twitches her lip, saying, "Wow, that's a big threat."

I asked the old man.

“What grudge do you have? ”

“Seventy-five years of cowardice. I'm starting to notice, and I'm just struggling to save myself. After my wife died, there was no little flower garden in my life. ”

The old man sighed.

“The lord sprays drugs on the city while you live. ”

“Since when?”

“It was three years ago. I wonder what it would be like if she were alive. He must have been killed. He's a man of justice. ”

“I couldn't take it. I don't think so. And then I found you. What do you say we cut to the threats of this pathetic laborer? ”