Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Goblin dungeon? ”

A cautious voice.

I shrugged.

I can feel the strength in the hands of those with weapons.

Well, I don't think I can kill them all at once. I can feel it right away just by looking at the posture.

There's nothing to hide. I nod moderately.

“Yes, the Goblin Dungeon. ”

“That. Why do you ask? ”

It's a question of knife tracks.

I just asked you where the Goblin Dungeon is.

It's not a very suspicious question.

But they seem to be overly sensitive. Is he related to the dungeon? He looks like a common bandit. I didn't know why he did it.

“You ask because you're curious. ”

“Now. Are you kidding us? ”

“Why, don't you want to answer? ”

I looked directly at the bandits with knife marks on their faces.

It is a dirty and dirty impression. Your dark hair is crooked. I reach down to my shoulders one by one. The ball recesses. The chin looks wide and angled.

Impressionism, to say the least.

By the looks of it, you look stronger than that hammerhead Benson Pretzer or Yublam's bald guard commander.

But that's it.

“Don't you want to answer? You want me to tell you why? ”

My voice is trembling.

‘You're already scared. ’

It is not difficult to understand the horror of knife tracks. I just ran out of a burning pit. It was still intact and armed with fullplate mail.

It's not a worthy opponent, even if you think about it simply. He's scared to death of an unknown knight.

I glanced at his weapon.

An iron club with fierce thorns.

There's blood on it.

This pose is very bad.

He looks cruel, but at first glance, he's extremely weak.

I can only feel the energy of the weak at once.

They're not too far from me. Just take three or four steps. You can easily cut down five people.

But I don't intend to kill them all right away.

That's a little tricky. You'd better ask for directions if you're going to kill them.

“It's nothing. ”

Tuk-tuk!

I plucked the Gauntlet. Black ash falls to the floor.

A charred map remains. They used to be thinly pressed against the gauntlet.

The last ash that remained was gone quite neatly.

“I have to go there. I have work to do. Unfortunately, the map is burned. ”

I speak frankly.

“Do it, what do you have to do? You want me to be sure?”

His voice rises a little.

Tension is rising. The weapons they catch are getting stronger. I think I'm getting ready for a fight.

‘What does this have to do with dungeons? ’

They appear to be ordinary bandits.

It's easy to convince them to attack or flee. But it is unnatural to ask why the skewers dungeon.

What can I say?

Should I just say it like it is?

“That's it, Guild.

It was that moment.

“Uhhh! ”

On the right, you hear a startled voice. I turn around. That's the sound of a fat man with an axe.

“Hey, that one! ”

The fat man's eyes are frozen. He grins and groans at me.

What's wrong with him? ’

I tilted my head.

“What? What? ”

Others look at the axe. The axe stuttered and said to me.

“Well, the red one. It's similar to what I've seen before. Let's take a closer look. ”

What happened to the red one? ’

Their eyes are on my waist. I turned my eyes away too. There's a charred duffel bag.

And...

A faint red glow shines out of the rubble, barely remaining in shape.

The man with the knife marks on his face cries out in horror. I think of something later.

“Ah! Are you from the council? ”

I was confused. I didn't know what I was talking about.

“You're from a meeting? ”

“That's probably it.

“By the way, I just said it was a guild. You mentioned our meeting.

The men used to hold their weapons in their hands. There is still tension. But already, he's half-bent.

The knife marks are hurrying.

“Ho, is that, by any chance, an official member ID? Are you the superintendent? ”

"Superintendent"? ’

Hot meal.

I picked up a faintly glowing red card from my pocket.

A precise portrait of Benson Pretcher. It says [Necronic Society] underneath the ID.

Identity card of Necron New Society.

‘Oh, this was here. ’

I gave most of the money to Lena, but I had the ID with me.

You're the supervisor they're talking about.

I don't know the story.

But I can see that you're bowing at me with this ID.

By membership, you mean this ID.

‘Are they related to the Necronic Society? ’

Let's just let them get the wrong idea.

We don't know what more we can hear from them.

Bam, and raised my hands high.

Shows one of them a red glowing ID.

“Yes, ID. ”

Five men surrounding me.

They all slowly checked their IDs with their eyes wide open.

“Phew.

Just before, there was some tension, but the atmosphere was completely cleared.

They roast in quick succession. The blade's eyes flash sharply at the moment. He said as a representative.

“I was told you were coming. ”

The axe next to you snaps in.

“I came out to clear the way around today, just like this! I didn't expect to run into him. Heh heh, I heard you were coming a little earlier than expected. ”

“Well, somehow. ”

I was silent in the helmet.

You might want to save your horses for now. You are more likely to reveal yourself if you say anything. Of course, if you ask them what they need to know, they'll start to doubt you, too. After being misunderstood, I decided to leave it alone.

What I'm about to say.

“Lead them to the dungeon. ”

Here's one.

The fat one tightens his head.

“Yes, of course! I'll do as you say! You'll be amazed how systematically we manage dungeons! ”

He crouches and starts bragging about them.

"Manage dungeons." Manage? ’

Lightning struck me in my head.

In that case.

These guys.These guys are the purpose of this quest. We met properly.

“I am.

A thin man with a pointed spine sword interrupted me with an uneasy face.

“Hey, ID and facial recognition.

Pick!

“Hey! Hey, man! ”

Earlier, the blade mark that sparkled the eye hit the back of the spine blade firmly.

“Ah! Sir, what? ”

“What the fuck, man? Can't you see he's burnt?! It's melting with the helmet and the armor! ”

At that moment, I felt like I was caught.

Fighting.

I touched the area around my neck with my hands.

"Is it?"

The connection was slightly melted. But it wasn't enough to take off my helmet.

Are the knife marks caring for me?

You don't have to take it off if you don't have to. Then you lose five of your guides here.

“Oh, I'm sorry! ”

“I'm sorry, Director! ”

Five people head down in unison.

“I can't believe you jumped out of a firepit.

I admire you! ”

“I admire you!”

There is a strange sight for those who bend with weapons of blood and flesh.

‘I can't believe this ID is written like this. ’

The identity of the hammer was working in the wrong place.

“We, as reserves, have always admired people like Mr. Benson Presser. ”

One of them says with a glimpse of the ID I showed him. This should be enough. I'm starting to put down the identity card in my hand.

But it's a little awkward to put it all in a burnt sack. Seeing my pause, the fat axe quickly picks up a small pocket.

“Hey, put it in here! ”

And then you flip it over.

Wipe away dirt with your hands.

“There you go.”

Reject. Place your ID roughly in the armor. The armor Rubia bought has a compartment all over it.

"Functional."

I look at them. Fortunately, they don't seem to know the name of the person who has decided to come from the meeting.

I wonder where he was originally supposed to come.

The paths may overlap. Better get out of here fast.

“I admire you, Pretcher! ”

They're going to bake it pretty bad.

It is not just an attitude toward formal members. Looks like the Overseer has some authority over them.

“I admire you!”

Let's wrap things up.

These are reserve members of the Necron Society.

I am ‘managing’ the Goblin Dungeon for the purpose of my quest.

I was mistaken for someone from the Necron New Society.

“Preacher, thank you for coming to guide us while you are busy with work! ”

“You're not busy at all. ”

Benson Preacher is not busy at all.

His human trafficking and contract killing business has declared permanent closure.

It's been a year since I put my hand in the grave. One of them looks at his ID and talks to him.

“It just looks like a piece of paper, by the way. It's amazing. It's a member ID. ”

“Didn't I ask you a soot?

Is there really a wizard in the council? ”

“Dude, what are you asking? You're gonna find out! ”

The knife marks are stopped.It looks like he's the leader in this one. He organizes the atmosphere and walks ahead.

xxxxx

Moderately, I thought, tempted by the sighs.

I'm sure it is.

The ID was not burned. I was protected by flames for a long time. It glows in the dark. It seems to have been specially processed. Or, as they say, magic.

Is there a wizard in the Necron New Society? ’

When I think about it. There's a knife scar in front of you.

“I'm sorry we bothered you earlier. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you! ”

I shook my hand roughly. Is it bad to be too quiet?

Don't let them get lost in their imagination. If you want to know about me, don't. Let's get him talking.

“Oh, that's okay. Goblin. Report about the pattern. ”

“Yes! I understand. ”

The knife marks nod.

He explained to me in detail how he occupied the Goblin Dungeon.

“Our reserve members.

A preliminary member of the Necron Society, outside, is occupied and periodically hunts inward.

I often blow my best pitch on the inside. Goblins are forcibly mating with excitement. It was said to keep Goblin numbers like that.

“I see.”

I didn't say much. Takes an attitude that is not very interesting I keep my mouth shut as much as I can in case the identity is discovered.

“Revenue is about three years old a month. ”

“Three years old?”

I was curious about the small amount.

That's about the amount I got for going out to the tournament.

“A little less. ”

It was honest.

“Well, well, well.

Then the knife scar frowned and said.

“I'll tell you, they're the ones who get the Goblin Bloodstones. They're nothing but worthless junk. ”

“Mmmm.

Does he think I blame him?

The color of the head rolling hard.

“That's it. They have money. Ask the Wizard to make some reagents. Who will drink bloody rock powder?" ”

“Well, I don't know.

I pretended to be lost in thought without knowing anything.

“Heh heh. It's hard to raise the price. I want you to relax your leg. ”

“Heh, heh, heh. ”

The laughter sounds unpleasant. The path narrows.

“Almost there. ”

The knife marks crouch.

I started seeing binders everywhere.

There was blood on the ground.

Not red blood. Green blood splattered all over the dirt.

‘Goblins.’

Their blood.

I walked a little further. You can see the bodies lying around and piled up.

His head is cracked open and his heart is clammed. It seems to have been thrown out while pulling out only the Bloodstone.

The knife marks are chattering on the side.

“I'll sell that, too. A corpse collector came and took it. Goblins make a lot of money. Heh heh. Eyeballs are an ingredient in Alchemy.

It was then.

The green blood lures you, and the dead body meets the eye. I looked at the eyes that were lifting.