Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

I stumbled across the burden of the man who wielded the sword.

The one who grabbed the new Bastard Sword and swung it around doesn't fit at all.

I found a large wooden ledge in his luggage.

I wanted something.

Is that a lunch box?

I opened the lid. There are fruits of each kind. A large grape caught my eye. A big egg.

It looked fresh.

I took one by one.

I slowly peeled off the red skin with my fingertips, which seemed like a good quality wine.

The inside is moist. The pulp is packed. No seeds.

I felt the fertile soil that made the grapes ripe and the hot sun.

I tapped my fingertips a few times and gently peeled the skin to keep it from tearing.

Glug.

I peel my balls off.

But I'm not going to eat this sweet meat.

I can chew, but I don't have the tongue to taste the flesh or the intestines to digest.

There is nothing but empty darkness and wind between my ribs.

Dallac.

I looked at the woman hanging from a spider web.

Humans are fragile. You don't need to drink water to die. Leave it there and there will be limits soon enough.

If you're not going to kill him, it's time to put something in his mouth.

There are no other hostages. ’

I just killed three men who entered the dungeon.

I stabbed him in the neck and put a knife in his chest.

There's nothing else to use.

We have to save her.

I have so many questions.

Boom boom.

I approached the webbing. Open the female membership.

But it wasn't a plea or a plea that popped out of his mouth.

That's a surprise.

“Were you happy to negotiate? ”

I was surprised.

Curiosity rising up the cervical spine.

I stopped at that moment.

This woman is suspended in the air. I starved for three days. His eyes recede and his voice is still weak. It feels faint.

We negotiate in such situations.

‘That's funny.'

Peeled grapes. I looked at the white flesh. I didn't give it to him.

I put it in my mouth and bit it.

I feel a big liquid pouring down through it.

Bloop.

If you had a tongue, you'd be enjoying the rich grape aroma and the sweet and sour flavor, but unfortunately, you can't feel the bitterness.

This is just a drug boost.

“Ha.

The woman sighs.

Too bad. I chewed a few moist pulps and quit.

Through an empty rib, the flesh drips from the floor.

But...

I had to take the pills.

“Is it, is it good? ”

I can't feel. The woman is pointing to that point.

You'd have red face if you had skin.

I looked at her, she was young. Twenty years old.

I did something childish to a young woman.

Dallac!

I was sick of myself.

A woman speaks. An awkward silence breaks. Thank goodness.

“Negotiation. Are you offended?”

It is true.

I was ashamed to admit it.

Exactly.

I pretended to be lazy.

“That's funny. Do you think you're worth it? ”

The woman nods.

“Yes! There's more than that, isn't there? They killed him, but you let me live, didn't you? ”

A woman sees men die. I looked at them, too.

You're right.

Even hanging from a spider web, a woman is ready to say what she wants to say.

The woman pleaded first, begging for her life.

But when I fold up the knife and sit at the table, I don't want to be pushed. I am clearly aware of my card

In a Class F dungeon.

Rarely are adventurers of this value and cooperation.

Most of the people you can meet here are completely useless.

Those three men over there.

A little better than them, maybe even a little more pathetic.

All I know is a volume of knowledge.

They're the only ones who can see the world through a crude cross-section.

Even if it shows the difference in overwhelming power.

There 'll be a lot of skeleton soldiers who should just smash me to pieces.

‘Hmm.,

I hesitated for a moment, but I had to admit it eventually.

You have to use her.

Glug.

One more egg. Did he know he was going to put it in this time?

“Ah.

The woman opens her dry lips.

With his mouth open like a young bird, he pushed the grapes in.

“Ugh.

I spit out sighs and groans. I chew very much.It's very delicious. My body is shaking.Are you negotiating with me while eating like that?

“You have a lot of restraint. ”

“Haha.

A hung woman smiles.

It feels like it feeds the mouths of birds. I sharpened another egg and fed it. I put some other food in.

“Woop. Woop.

I let it eat slowly. I thought you might have felt somewhat satiated. I asked her.

“Why did you do that? ”

It's not a conjecture. It's a pure question.

I was really curious, why? A woman stares at me at my door.

In a way, a sudden story came out of nowhere.

But a woman's face is a conjecture.

I know what questions I'm asking.

“What do you mean? ”

But he doesn't answer right away.

Add moxibustion.

Smile at the bash. Is it a habit?

It's a good smile for a human male. I asked again.

“Why didn't you ask me to save you? ”

The three I just killed.

Why didn't they ask for salvation? In fact, there are many important questions that have not been asked yet.

Something about a nearby dungeon. You're a practical topic.

But...

First of all, I wanted to ask you that question.

Then, the woman leaned back and replied.

“Oh, how can a man save a woman? ”

The answer was not delayed. The tone was wonderful.Why do you ask the obvious? I was embarrassed.

“You're my people, aren't you? ”

“Hahahaha.

The woman bursts into cheerful laughter.

A few laughs echo in the dungeon. I can't help but laugh with a whoosh. What's so funny?

“Why are you smiling? ”

“Haha. I'm one of them? It can't be that far from your people. Even if I wanted to.”

The woman hesitates for a moment.

“They never think of me as their own. I don't know what I was thinking, but I'm thinking about tearing my clothes off. Ha, that's a great tribe. ”

Suddenly, I remember what happened to Rubia. A woman's words hanging in the air,

I'm starting to feel a little empathetic.

I quietly chewed on her words. The woman was a horse.

“If you were a tribe, you and I would be closer to our kind. Much more.”

“By having the same enemy? ”

“The structure is similar. ”

“Rescue?”

“Look at them. When you see the knight, all you want to do is run in and rip his head off. Oh, look at the interior. ”

The woman took a slight look.

“We're similar. ”

I felt like I knew what I wanted to say.

But I didn't ask about it anymore.

Agree or disagree.

Asking questions and listening to answers seemed like an act of spiritual connection with her.

It makes me a little uncomfortable to think about what happened to Rubia. I switched stories.

“You said Lena, right? ”

“Yes! That's right. ”

“Do you have a name? ”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, can I make it up for you? ”

Suddenly, a lump comes in. I didn't answer.

“I don't think that's the case. ”

“Sorry, that was rude. ”

I was silent for a moment.

“I'm going to use you. I'll collect Humans' artifacts. You sell it. Growing up in your guild,

Get the information. ”

“Great! That's what I wanted. ”

Lena smiles and nods happily. And then we join forces.

“But using it, why don't you just trust me? ”

It was funny to hear a woman say that like no one would believe.

No, it seemed like an intended joke.

It was a light joke to get out, because I had an unreasonable distance to believing in someone.

Dallac.

I moved my cervical spine a little. Do you think this is a sign of laughter?

I cut through all the cobwebs.

I put the cloth on the bottom of the cave and sat the woman down.

Fluffy.

Lena sits on it.

“Ugh.”

I twisted my whole body a few times and soon became calm. I asked her.

“Tell me what you know about the dungeons nearby. ”

“Well, I have a question. ”

“What?”

“Purpose. Hunting adventurers or attacking dungeons? ”

“Both. ”

“Wow.

Lena sighs a little.

I'm not just going to deal with the dungeon adventurers. I've reached Slash Level 5, swinging my sword unconditionally for eight months.

This is not a skill obtained by hunting Humans.

Thanks to the Sword Talent of the Dungeon Attack Lv.1. You got this reward by defeating the Charnel House Leader.

I intend to claim the reward from the other dungeon bosses as well.

Can a Class F dungeon or one skeleton soldier come out and hunt other dungeons?

The question was fundamentally wrong.

That doesn't sound right. It's incontrovertible.

There are things you can do and things you can never do.

One Skeleton Soldier is naturally the latter to hunt the boss while circling other dungeons.

It can never happen before someone stands up for someone. Essentially impossible things have no value judgment.

But I intend to do so.

The woman looked up at the horseshit and said,

“Everyone will be enemies. ”

Cough, cough less and talk together.

“A subterranean dungeon, a Class D dungeon,

There are two Class C dungeons. ”

“Is it just four dogs? ”

“Yes.”

“That's all I know in a week's drive. Class E is a 'dry catacomb', Class D is a 'Bolt of the Destroyed Spider', and Class C is a 'twisted fog area' and a 'savage jungle'. ”

“A week's walk? ”

“Yes, on foot. Oh, you don't have much? This looks like a lot.

I smile.

I guess it was this time of year. It's not even open yet.

It's a place.

“There aren't many monsters around here, are there? ”

Lena nods.

“Yes. The south is rarely the second dungeon after the middle. If you go to the Western Desert or the Eastern Mountains, there are still a few. You know, there are quite a few neighborhoods. ”

Yes, it is.

Magical objects live in the Western Desert and the Eastern Mountains.

Of course, there are horses that live there because the sand is good and the mountains are good. But they are not many.

More than half of them are pushed away and live there.

The sun is burning and the air is dry.

The cold and harsh terrain of the mountains.

I just live there because it's less horrible than humans.

In order not to come into contact with humans, magic objects live in such places as to be treated as if they were not by humans.