The Transmigrated Novelist

The inside of the Lingering Spirits Town wasn't much different from the outside. There was one main road that seemed to send one towards the Town Lord Mansion, and stone buildings on both sides.

Certainly, before the line of the stone buildings, there were wooden carts lined up one after the other filled with all kinds of peculiarities and different resources, and materials.

Behind each of those stalls, there would be either some burly guy, some hooded person, or some old people screaming at the top of their lungs about their specialties and best commodities.

Right after the wooden carts, there would be the first line of stone buildings, that acted as Inns, bars, or different guilds and merchant branches.

At the best part of the main road, there were no wooden carts, as the path immediately led to the best shops and merchant branches inside this small but loaded town.

None of the guys walking down the road, selling behind the wooden carts, or working as clerks inside those shops seemed to be good.

In fact, they all had the aura of a fighter, or to be more exact the aura of blood, fierceness, and viciousness.

It wasn't their fault though, in order to survive in a place like the Death Forest, or even near it, they had to be like that.

Otherwise, they would just end up like food and quick money for the people following them. There were always those guys that didn't like to work hard and wanted to profit on others' backs.

After all, it was much easier to kill some other guy and steal his belongings, than actually enter inside the Death Forest and find materials and resources.

No one would blame them for selecting that path, and no one could blame them. This world was simple as long as you survived and had the strength, no one could say shit about you.

Even if they said, their words would be nothing more than a waste of breath, and time as no one would actually give a shit about them.

Especially in a place like this 'Lingering Souls Town' where there were no saints and no heroes, only people that lived to make a fortune.

From the moment that he had entered the town, Eric had felt that at least 50 people were looking at him with some peculiar eyes.

Not only that, but a few of them were looking towards him with undisguised killing intent and other bad intentions.

From the moment that he had activated his 'sense area' Roy had become extremely conscious towards the different kinds of intent aimed at him.

It was quite the bendy passive skill to have, as he could easily determine some of the intentions that the people he interacted with had towards him.

As he was thinking like that, suddenly a burly man appeared in front of him, and said with a mocking tone,

"Hey, brat, where is your mommy and daddy? Aren't you afraid of coming here without them? Why don't you come with this big brother, so I can help you find them!"

He seemed pretty confident in himself, and his strength, as he didn't even try to pretend in front of Roy. The way he saw it, he was just grabbing the chance and opportunity in front of him.

In fact, this guy wasn't bad, according to Roy's spirit sense and his experience of fighters until now, he was certainly stronger than an Early Rank 4 Warrior but wasn't a Rank 5 one.

Which meant that this guy was at his worst a Mid Rank 4 Warrior, or at his best a High Rank 4 Warrior. That level of strength made him a pretty decent fighter even in a place like this.

Certainly, Roy could follow this guy to some alley and then deal with him there, but that would be a bad move as most probably he would be swarmed before he even had the chance to kill this guy.

Even though Roy was extremely strong, and had quite a few tricks up his sleeves, he certainly wouldn't be able to win against a crowd of Rank 4 Masters, or even worse, Rank 5 ones or higher.

For that reason, he had a better idea, strike this guy down in one stroke without revealing his full strength, and place some pressure and fear upon the others.

Only like that would he be able to have a little bit of calm and peace in this place. The moment he decided upon that, he didn't tarry any longer, and without giving a warning he attacked.

Since he knew that these guys were a bit too sensitive towards the space rings, he had intentionally taken them off, and hanged them on his neck using some normal chain.

To not raise any suspicions, he had even taken out a sword out of his space ring together with a scabbard and tied it to his waist.

So this time the sword didn't come out of nowhere, but he quickly pulled it off from the scabbard, and before the burly guy could react he had already placed it inside once again.

He had seen this movement so many times in animes, and movies but this was the first time that he actually tried to pull it off.

It was a success actually, as not long before he stopped behind his target, the target had a sword-cut on his mouth that had broken his front teeth and completely removed his head from there.

The scene he left behind was extremely gore and bloody, as the scene of the body was even more gruesome.

Even though these tough guys were all experts and masters in fighting and had their fair share of blood and gore in their hands, they still couldn't help and shiver for a moment.

This kid was just too damn vicious. The guys that had been thinking of being on the burly guy's place a moment ago, were now thanking God that they weren't.

As if that wasn't enough, Roy had an expression of dissatisfaction on his face, which made these people believe that he wasn't satisfied with the gruesomeness of his kill.

Well, how were they supposed to know that Roy was aiming for the guy's throat, and to be more exact for his Adam's apple, and had missed his target by quite a bit?

So how could he be satisfied with this? This was just an extreme failure to him, a failure that he didn't want to see.

Without losing time, he quickly checked the guy's body with his spirit sense and then stored away whatever he found useful, including his space ring.

Once he was over, he just threw a look around him, when he saw that he had achieved his intentions he continued walking towards the inner part of the city.

According to the information he had received from the bandit's group chief when he came out of the Death Forest, the inner and core area of the town are the safest and most protected.

Not only because there is found the Mansion of the Town Lord but because there are also the shops, and branches of the biggest guilds, and organizations coming from all over Navita.

This meant that even the Inns are relatively safer than the rest in this part of the town, despite that their prices were quite a bit more expensive.

At this moment though Eric wanted to have some peace and tranquillity though, that was why he had decided upon this area of the town.

Looking around, he quickly found one of the best Inns in the Town called the Feather Inn. It was a 4 story building that looked just like a miniature version of a Castle.

It was regarded as the most expensive place in the whole town, but Roy didn't actually care. Forgetting about his personal worth, he still had the rings of the bandits chief, and the prior idiot.

So, the price was no bother for him, as he immediately made his way inside. As he did so though, he soon was reminded of something important.

He looked like shit!

No matter who looked at him they would think that he was some kind of beggar and not a rich guy. His clothes were a mess, and so was his hair.

It was no wonder that the receptionist lady behind the counter was looking at him weirdly. Since he didn't have the time to deal with her and the other people's prejudice, he quickly threw a bag to her.

According to what he knew from the bandits chief, even the best room in this place cost only a few hundred gold coins, not even 1 Mana Stone, as 1 Mana stone was 1000 gold coins.

The bag that he threw at the receptionist beauty was filled with a few thousand gold coins, as he said,

"Give me the best room you have got for a few days!"

The lady was about to berate him, but when she saw the insides of the small bag, she quickly changed her attitude 180, and said,

"Cer-certainly honorable guest! I will immediately find someone to guide you to your room. If you have any questions, or requests don't forget to tell me about it.

I swear that I will help you to the best of my abilities!"

Roy didn't show much of an expression as he heard her say that, quite on the contrary he looked extremely calm and collected.

Without even blinking at her, he said,

"Oh~! Also, help me to buy a few clothes from a good shop, I don't want people to judge me due to the lack of my clothes!"

The poor receptionist's face turned immediately red, but unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret…