Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 101

Avengers (1)

The next day. Dallen and Bjorn immediately packed their bags and left the city.

Felber decided to stay with Tommy for a while. As planned, he stayed in Lviv and tried to expand the limits of his physical body with herbs and medicine.

Magic that interferes with the timeline places an enormous strain on the mortal body.

It was not only Felber who achieved great heights who urgently needed physical improvement, but also Tommy, who could not live a long life as a member of the family.

“Please take care of the two of them.”

“Hahaha sure! When will I ever have another opportunity to serve the Archmage in my life? Please trust me and leave it to me. “I’ll give you the best doctor and herbalist I know!”

Daelon and Bjorn left the castle gate, leaving behind the merchant who was laughing heartily.

The road extending north from Lvivbach. The direction of the horse’s hooves was opposite to when I had walked this path a few months ago.

Winter, which had begun in earnest when heading south, was now fully turning into spring as we headed north.

The road was half muddy. This was because sleet, similar to rain, had been pouring down for two days.

“Sienna hasn’t been seen since about a month.”

A few hours after leaving the city, when the streets were less crowded, Bjorn spoke.

“The crow’s nest itself stayed open for a while. They also sell alcohol. But you don’t just go there because of the taste of alcohol. “In an information store without a store owner, the number of customers is bound to decrease.”

“Did you tell them anything else?”

“well. It seems like the atmosphere has changed a bit recently. But you know that too. Sienna doesn’t interact much with people around her other than business contact. “Tsk, I was such a gentle kid when I was young.”

“Have you known each other since childhood?”

“Because I had a close relationship with her mother.”

The dwarf twisted his bushy beard as a habit.

“Siena’s childhood was difficult.”

“I’ve heard of it.”

I knew it because of the setting, but she once told me a little about herself.

“Then, think of it as listening to the memory arm and listen to it one more time.”

Bjorn smiled lowly and told the story.

Sienna stood on her own around the time she turned seven.

As a young girl, she wandered the low streets of the Bronze District, hanging out with drug dealers and smugglers, learning about dealing and blackmail.

It is not easy for a child under the age of ten to even take care of his own body.

However, whether it was because of her environment or the talent inherent in her blood, she soon came to fulfill her role.

The life of living from day to day continued like that for several years.

In fact, it was a life that could be said to be successful in a low street.

“But her goal wasn’t to eat well and live well in a filthy back alley. “That little thing had a bigger dream than me, who has lived for over a century.”

The beginning of that dream was a small information business he built by building friendships with sewer cleaners.

A few years later, the name Crow’s Nest became quite widely known in the back alleys of the Bronze District.

In the process, she became acquainted with many low-income people.

Nine out of ten people had evil intentions towards the young and bright girl and tried to harm her, but one or two became friends who supported her.

The one-eyed master craftsman Bjorn could also be said to be one of those friends.

“Anyway, to get back to the point, I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. “It’s not the first time I’ve left the room without saying anything.”

Bjorn said, chewing on his sausage.

“But suddenly, 15 days ago, the Crow’s Nest closed. “That’s when I realized the situation was serious.”

“15 days?”

“okay. I threw away my workshop that day and found a Galios merchant who had a connection with you. Sienna always said that. “If the crow’s nest closes for business, something has happened to you.”

Dallen scratched his chin. There were several instances where Sienna was absent.

Usually, it was a case of expanding information territory or negotiating with other powers.

But in that case, as Bjorn said, the nest itself does not close. Because Bourbon, the bartender, was always there.

“What about the bartender? “Is he away too?”

“No. “The funny thing is, even though the nest is closed, he still comes to work at the bar.”

In my view, he is the culprit behind this. Bjorn’s additional words flowed through one ear and Dallon slowly gathered his thoughts.

‘So it’s not the worst yet.’

The fact that bartender Bourbon was away means that Sienna’s personal safety was in serious danger.

If what Bjorn said is correct, it means that it wasn’t like that at least fifteen days ago.

Contrary to the dwarf’s complaints that it might already be too late, there was still time.

‘Anyway, it’s surprising. ‘I can’t believe it’s already time.’

Dallen stroked his chin.

There is no way that he, who has played hundreds of games, does not know about the current situation.

When Sienna closes her nest and leaves, it usually happens toward the end of the middle part of the game.

It was an incident that occurred because of the decision to increase one’s own military power even though he became the head of the largest information guild in Falcion.

A journey aimed at regaining the power that was originally one’s own that may never come back.

‘It might not be a wrong decision. Because the steps of the apocalypse are clearly accelerating.’

Monsters stir in every mountain valley and deep forest, and signs of war begin to appear throughout the continent.

This is what Dallan feels right now, but the sense of crisis she feels as an information merchant must be several times more intense than that.

“Just looking at the bartender named Bourbon, he’s a gloomy guy. If he touched even a single hair of Sienna’s head, I would personally bury him in a mountain of gunpowder and leave him there…!”

Meanwhile, Bjorn, who delivered the news, was not only trying to frame the strict bartender, but was also busy letting his imagination run wild on his own.

Dallen, who was wondering why he was like that, suddenly remembered the identity of bourbon, which no one knew about.

‘…Maybe it’s natural.’

You can’t ignore your instincts. I’ll just have to pray that I don’t point a gun in the bartender’s face.

Dallen patted the backpack that was wriggling behind his back and rode away.

The rain-soaked ground slapped beneath the horse’s hooves.

***

[Pucca!]

The baby dragon let out a roar. It was a pleasant voice.

The dragon, which had been munching on raw rabbit meat, soon closed its eyes and buried itself in its seat as if it was feeling full.

The spot was above Dallen’s head.

A posture that adds stability by burying the front feet and front of the body between the hair and wrapping the hind legs and tail around the neck and shoulders.

Dallen, who suddenly looked like he had a lizard the size of a medium-sized dog on his head, threw some firewood into the fire and picked up a bowl of stew.

“Well… no matter how many times I see it, I still can’t get used to it.”

Bjorn, looking slightly tired, spoke from across the campfire.

He was sitting far away from Dallen, around the campfire.

In fact, it is a place half buried in darkness. It was a position where I wondered if the warmth of the bonfire could reach me.

“Isn’t it about time you got used to it?”

“How should I explain this? “Yes, think about the instinctive fear that humans have in front of trolls.”

“I don’t know. “Are trolls scary?”

“…That’s it.”

To be precise, he wasn’t keeping away from Dallen, but rather being wary of the baby dragon mocking above his head.

Even though they had been together for the past few days, it seems that the dwarf’s instinctive fear of dragons was not something that could be easily overcome.

“You carry around Jinryong’s baby like a pet lizard. “I wonder if something like this has happened since history.”

[purr! Pooh!]

“Oh no. I’m sorry. I know that your relationship is like a parent to me. But in the eyes of others…”

Dallen laughed at the sight of the wide-open yellow eyes shrugging their shoulders and making excuses in a hurry.

It seems like the two communicate better than I thought. Now that I think about it, each person had a different reaction to the baby dragon.

Felber had eyes burning with study and curiosity, while his student, Tommy, was simply thoughtless. Knight Commander Edgar gave a complex and subtle look and deliberately did not show it to Volkmar at all.

‘Pfft?’

‘Oh my dear?’

Of all people, Lucia’s reaction was unexpected. It was the moment when my first impression of him as a cursing paladin was completely shattered.

‘I hope you’re doing well.’

Is it because we spent quite a bit of time together?

As I set up camp and make stew, I often think of her cooking.

A self-made blazing bonfire. Meat sprinkled with plenty of spices cooking on top. Blonde hair blowing in the wind and blue eyes staring blankly at the night sky. Small lips suddenly chattering. The soft touch of those lips.

Dallen, who ate every last drop of stew while thinking about other things, put down his bowl and stood up.

[Puh?]

“Hmm? “Why do you do that?”

When he lifted the baby dragon that was on his head and put it down, both the dragon and the dwarf looked at him with wide eyes.

Dallen quietly pulled out the axe. He said.

“A guest has arrived.”

Grumble!

At the same time as those words were spoken, a pale flame flashed and arose from beyond the darkness.

The flame containing the Sai Ham danced in the air, creating an oval door, and two figures walked out of the opened portal.

One of the two figures, a knight wearing full silver armor, pointed at Dallan. The guy said.

“Is that the warrior?”

A voice resounding inside the helmet.

A man wearing a robe and hood standing next to him answered in a voice like a cracked, dry desert.

“right. Tiara’s red tears point to him.”

The hooded man took out a red gem from his chest.

The water drop-like marks inside the palm-sized jewel were flashing ominous colors and pointing at Dallen.

The man who had collected the jewels took off his hood. Even his appearance, like his voice, was as cracked as a desert.

It wasn’t a metaphor. The face under his hood was actually cracked here and there, like dried clay.

Add to that the dense blue veins protruding from the pale skin, and it would not be strange to think that he had just risen from the grave.

“You are the illegitimate son of a blood demon. I’ve heard that there are such types of wizards in the shadows, but this is my first time seeing them in person. “This is a rare and disgusting sight.”

Slurp.

Bjorn spoke as he picked up a double-edged ax next to his seat.

Despite the sudden appearance of the monsters, the dwarf’s face showed no signs of agitation.

He may be a bit rude in front of the baby dragon, but he is also a craftsman and warrior who can do more than one person.

The dwarf’s unique solid skeleton and muscles, as well as the double-edged ax that sparkled in the light of the bonfire, were ready to cut down anyone who approached him in one fell swoop.

The knight who saw Bjorn tilted his helmet.

“hmm. Is that a dark-looking dwarf a baby dragon? “Where is the paladin that goes with me?”

“Didn’t you two pass through the border of the empire? Like a barbarian, they would have sold them to the slave market or something. The rumor I heard was that a civil war broke out in the Holy Knights, but they may not have been Holy Knights to begin with. Just at a street changguan… Wow!”

An ax handle protrudes from the middle of the face. The pale spellcaster fell back with his eyes wide open.

The ax, which was thrown a little harder than usual, was stuck in the skull and the force was not relieved, causing the spellcaster’s head to be bent in a bizarre way.

“Kruk…”

The knight in silver armor clicked his tongue as he looked down at his dead comrade, foaming at the mouth from a ruptured brain and fractured cervical spine.

“I apologize instead. “I’ve only recently gotten to know him, but this guy has always had a rag in his mouth.”

“It doesn’t matter. “Now it’s foam at the mouth instead of a mop.”

The knight laughed lowly. He pulled out a sword from his belt.

Like the armor, the silver sword body glowed noisily with the red of a bonfire.

“What is your name?”

“Dallen.”

“Yes, Dallen. “I am Weinhart Wolfenmaug. I am a retired knight of the Imperial Knights and the leader of the ‘Scanden Silver Mae’, a free knighthood operating in the north of the City Union.”

A slightly twisted body and two feet on the ground at an appropriate distance.

A sword held with both hands and tilted at an angle.

The tip of the sword naturally swayed and came into focus, and the sight reminded Dallon of a swordsman he had faced a long time ago.

Like the armored knight in front of him, he was a late middle-aged merchant who once served in the Imperial Knights and whose skills did not fade even after retirement.

“I came to collect the blood price of Archalis Philenom, owner of Telia.”