Episode 106
Episode 106
“I’ll pour you a drink.”
“Oh my. for a moment.”
When the deputy manager spoke while holding a bottle of alcohol, Jeron smiled slyly and quickly emptied the glass.
Jeron made a noise like an old man and held out his empty glass.
Soon the empty glass was slowly filled.
Cry-.
“… … ?”
“… … !”
The mercenaries were making a lot of noise due to the strong alcohol, but strangely enough, there seemed to be silence centered around Jeron and the deputy leader.
Erdin, who was right next to him, felt that feeling especially keenly.
‘What is this tension?’
Erdin used to not blink at most things while traveling with Jeron, but now he couldn’t help but pay attention. The reason for the quiet silence here was because of Jeron and his deputy.
‘Shall we move to another place?’
I thought about it for a moment, but it occurred to me that I was still in a relationship with the mercenaries. It’s been a month since I crossed the teleport gate and reached Godrimon Territory, but there are no mercenaries I’ve had a proper conversation with.
If you move your seat, the silence will flow in a different way.
‘It might be better to just stay here than to die of awkwardness.’
Erdin decided to close his ears and fall into a trance with other thoughts.
Meanwhile, the deputy manager thought.
‘They say it feels like it’s been going on for a dozen years, but it’s true.’
Despite his youthful appearance, he seems to have a 10-year-old nobleman in his stomach. At the same time, I felt an inexplicable sense of disharmony. Although his rough behavior and speech were not much different from other mercenaries, he seemed pretentious, as if he had surrounded himself with a shell.
As we talked, my thoughts changed little by little.
‘no. It’s a little different from being seen as pretense.’
It felt like I was wearing the shell of a mercenary who had been around for a dozen years.
Realizing that fact sent a shiver down the assistant manager’s spine.
‘Could it have been sent from a rival company?’
It was a moment when Jeron’s efforts, who listened to the advice of the mercenary guild branch leader and performed passionately, were in vain. However, Jeron did not notice that fact.
Of course, it meant that I had mistaken it for another meaning.
Jeron noticed that the assistant manager’s eyes had changed.
‘Am I that bad at acting?’
In the martial arts world, even if you walked around pretending to be a ronin, no one would suspect anything.
It was not surprising that his acting skills had declined, perhaps because so much time had passed since he performed such a disguise. She clinked glasses with her assistant manager, feeling disappointed in her heart.
“Then have a nice night.”
The deputy manager filled the empty glass for the last time and returned.
And then I spoke to the general manager.
“I’m sure it was sent by a rival company.”
“really?”
“If you talk to me, you will know. “The accent and way of speaking are different from ordinary mercenaries.”
“Aren’t you a mercenary from a knighthood trainee?”
“uh… … “I didn’t think of that.”
“I don’t know what to do with a guy like this. “What are you doing if you don’t find out soon?”
“Is it night now?”
“Does day and night matter? “If this commercial trip fails, it’s all your fault!”
“S-sorry!”
The deputy manager put down the food he was eating and quickly left the inn.
The general manager looked at the deputy manager’s back pitifully for a long time, but the moment he put down the drink he was holding, his eyes changed.
“There are more people to deal with.”
* * *
After the day’s rest, the ascent continued.
After crossing the border of the Orphen Republic, the tension that had been released by the mercenaries was tightened.
“Why is the atmosphere like this?”
“It’s because of the Bahur bandits.”
Their main place of activity is the Fallen Empire.
It is said that they hid in the Everlost Mountains due to the subjugation, but you never know when and where they might suddenly appear. If they decide to do it, it’s easier to take down a company of this scale than to lie down and eat it.
“Working as a mercenary is really tiring.”
“In return, you get paid a lot more.”
Although the top escort was a B+ grade request, it pays more than A grade. This is because it is a long-term request. As the period increases, the compensation increases exponentially.
Of course, there were exceptional cases.
It was a territorial war or a large-scale war on a national scale.
For war requests for which the exact period is not announced, the contract is renewed once a month and additional compensation is paid in +@ depending on performance.
But why is this an exception?
That’s because just because a war breaks out, battles don’t happen everywhere. In some places, fierce battles will take place every day, but in other places, ‘when will we fight?’ .’ While saying, “Time, new month, we have to wait.”
In short, if you are unlucky, you will receive little compensation for your time, but if you are lucky, you will return home with a lot of money to eat and play for several years.
Well, that is only possible if you return alive.
“What do you think will happen?”
“what?”
“Do you think this request will end safely?”
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“Put a death flag with my own hands? “There is no way.”
Jeron snorted as soon as he answered. But for some reason, Erdin fidgeted with an anxious expression. Even Geron, who didn’t really believe in superstitions, felt a little anxious.
“Stop dropping your leg. “Good luck running away.”
“They say shaking your legs is healthy?”
“… … “I’m sorry for being swayed by superstitions.”
Although something did not match what was said above, it was Jeron who apologized obediently.
Erdin also started to refute, but stopped shaking after hearing that good fortune was running away.
This is because the sun set and the surrounding area suddenly began to be surrounded by thick fog.
At that moment, I heard a conversation between the mercenaries as they looked around.
“Atta. “It’s gloomy.”
“It’s an atmosphere where it won’t be strange even if a monster pops out.”
“It’s not strange. It’s normal for it to stick out.”
“What does that mean?”
“There’s a legend that’s passed down around here… … .”
A hunter will appear from the fog and hunt his prey.
Nothing can escape the hunter and they die a terrible death.
A hunter with sharp fangs will laugh as he looks at his terrified prey.
“… “It’s a legend.”
“The content is a bit spooky. But what about the hunter with the sharp fangs?”
“It’s Troll. troll.”
The mercenary who was listening thought deeply and nodded.
Trolls are monsters, but they are also famous as excellent hunters.
Once they set their sights on their prey, they never let go, so much so that there was a saying among hunters, ‘Do at least half the work of a troll.’
“But why is such a story passed down like a legend?”
“that… … .”
Sasak.
The sound of something moving quickly was heard in the fog.
The mercenary stopped talking without realizing it and swallowed his saliva as he drew his weapon. Other mercenaries were also nervous and on guard. Soon something moving quickly appeared in the fog.
What?
It was a white furred rabbit.
The rabbit looked at the mercenaries and pricked its two large ears.
“Mr. “You were surprised!”
What?!
When the mercenary shouted, the rabbit was startled and ran away.
“Anyway, continue the story.”
“How much did we talk about?”
“That’s why it’s passed down like a legend.”
“iced coffee. That’s… … .”
“Get down!”
Jeron shouted.
The mercenaries reflexively bowed down at the harsh voice that rang out in the fog.
Deep!
Something flew in and grazed the hair of the prone mercenary. However, the wind pressure was so strong that it was difficult to believe that it had just passed by, and the mercenary’s middle hair was pushed straight like a highway. I didn’t think it was a waste or embarrassing. I woke up with relief, thinking, ‘I survived!’ The mercenary, who soon saw what was flying, muttered.
“window?”
It wasn’t just a window.
It was a window with a strange yet strange feeling.
“It’s a ‘bastard’!”
“Surely that ‘guy’ appeared?”
The mercenaries gathered around the carriage, which was the object of their escort. Everyone had a bad expression. Jeron quietly asked a nearby mercenary.
“Who is ‘the guy’?”
“Hunter in the fog!”
The mercenary’s teeth chattered as he answered.
* * *
There is a story told like a legend in the eastern region of the Fallen Empire.
It was the ‘hunter in the fog’ mentioned by a mercenary.
The ‘Hunter in the Mist’ was a troll.
It was no ordinary troll either. It was named Named.
All named monsters have one thing in common.
It has the power to turn a city into rubble.
The ‘Hunter in the Mist’ has been building up a mountain of infamy along with the Bahur Bandits, the most troublesome group in the Fallen Empire over the past 20 years.
As the sun begins to set, the area is covered with thick fog.
From there, a merciless hunt begins.
Not a single person returned alive from a place covered in thick fog.
So no one was able to properly confirm his true identity.
* * *
‘Where are you?’
Jeron concentrated his mind. However, the energy that spread into the fog dissipated shortly thereafter. Can’t go far. The limit is only about 20m. This means that this is no ordinary fog.
Fortunately, Jeron noticed the mercenary earlier and shouted right away, so if he had been a little late, his entire head would have disappeared.
“T-It’s a troll’s spell!”
“What are you talking about! “It’s witchcraft!”
“This fog was created by troll magic!”
The mercenaries were noisy.
The fog was so thick that objects 10 meters in front could not be seen.
But is it caused by troll magic?
ridge-!
The moment someone asked a question, a magnificent drum sound rang out.
“Ji, you really are a ‘bastard’! “It’s called ‘Hunter in the Fog’!”
“Well, at least he’s alone! Everyone stay alert and move quickly!”
“I can’t see!”
“It feels like I’m spinning!”
ridge-! ridge-! ridge-! ridge-!
The period in which the magnificent drum sounds sound gets shorter and shorter.
Erdin came next to Jeron and quietly asked.
“Isn’t this a bit dangerous?”
“It’s very dangerous.”
Erdin was startled by those words and looked at Jeron. He was the one who snorted even at the Auror Master. But it was different now.
Jeron’s expression hardened.
As Erdin remembered, Jeron had never had such a serious expression on his face. I automatically swallowed my saliva out of nervousness.
“The fog is a problem, but the sound of these drums is the biggest problem.”
“Why the drum sound?”
“Try spreading your energy.”
“… … !”
I realized this as Erdin spread his energy.
The inner energy that was slowly dissipating in the fog resonates and oxidizes every time the drum sounds.
It is not an ordinary drum sound like fog.
“This is really witchcraft.”
Jeron’s serious expression slowly changes.
The corners of the mouth rise towards the sky.
It was a smile.
* * *
Jeron smiled.
reason?
Because it was fun. Because it was different from Moorim.
‘An unknown power I know nothing about!’
Fight against an unprecedented enemy.
Jeron felt his whole body heating up just from that fact.
‘Where are you?’
The inner energy cannot go far and is scattered by the fog and the sound of drums.
Vision also cannot penetrate the fog.
My sense of smell only smells the humid, stuffy air of the fog. A faint scent of enjoyment wafts from me, but I don’t know where it comes from.
‘Where on earth are you?’
Jeron smiled deeply.
fantasy,
