Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 105

Royal Special Forces (1)

A familiar bundle of hair is seen among the passers-by. Dallen moved his body and naturally blocked his path.

“These little guys… ah!”

bean.

The forehead of the ponytail cleaner hits his chest.

He raises his head in annoyance. His small forehead was full of sinews.

“uh?”

Of course, that only lasted a moment.

“oh! Mr. Dallon!”

“It’s been a while.”

Penny exclaimed, her eyes wide. Dallen answered with a low smile.

She took a couple of steps back, rubbed her eyes, and opened her face wide when she confirmed that Dallen was real.

“Long time no see? It’s been so long! Isn’t it almost half a year? Are you back in the city now? Or rather, what has he been doing all this time…”

It was the clearest voice I’ve heard in a while. A tone with a strange magical power that makes the listener feel good.

However, the middle of the street, which was crowded with people, was not a very suitable place to share the joy of reunion.

Dallen joined in with a low laugh.

“We’ll talk about it in detail later. “Weren’t you chasing someone?”

“uh? Oops! that’s right! “Those little guys stole the money bag… where did it go?”

“I heard you’re a veteran sewer cleaner. Where have all the civil servant assistant referees gone?”

“Don’t say things you don’t understand!” And if it were normal, I wouldn’t have had to deal with such a poor attempt. “Do you know how many people touched my pocket just today?”

Penny responded in a slightly intoxicated voice. Dallen scratched his chin and slowly looked around.

There were definitely a lot of people.

The southern district of the Bronze District has always been a bustling place with people, but today it has easily surpassed its original size.

The sensation that instantly took over the entire street told me that the number was roughly double what it had been a few months ago.

If the number of passers-by doubled, the number of pickpockets would also have increased by at least that much.

Anyway, if the number of people has increased to this extent, we need to know why.

But now was not the time for leisurely chatting.

“It was stolen. “A money bag?”

Dallen asked. Penny nodded vigorously.

“yes. It’s a leather pouch with our blacksmith’s seal embroidered with silver thread. “I embroidered it myself… no, not this one.”

Penny tapped her lips with her hand and briefly added the situation.

The money bags stolen by the pickpocket boys and girls were not only gold and silver coins.

The problem is that it even contains a slip for an advance payment from a newly secured business partner and a contract for lumber and metal ingots.

LeVeron Ahakim’s blacksmith shop, Mithril Smelter, has been firmly establishing itself as one of the prestigious blacksmith shops in the Bronze District over the past few months.

There were a lot of new suppliers opening transactions, and losing a slip in a transaction that was just starting out was quite a headache.

“These days, pickpockets are so rampant. Well, it’s not just pickpockets. “I heard that even more sinister crimes, such as murder and robbery, have increased several times.”

“The bronze guards will have a hard time.”

“I guess they’ve already given up halfway?”

Penny puffed out her cheeks. Well, the trustworthiness of the bronze guards was at an all-time low from the beginning.

Dallen quietly closed his eyes. And I refined the expanded sense in more detail.

In a crowded crowd. It is nearly impossible to follow the traces of those who ran away a long time ago.

However, Dallen’s senses and intelligence levels have long since surpassed human limits, and the power of the realm is based on turning the impossible into possibility.

Rattling. Take a look.

The faint sound of pottery bursting inside the pile of carts filled with pottery resonates in my ears.

Gurgling.

You can feel the wriggling of earthworms burrowing into the hardened ground beneath hundreds of steps in the mud.

Tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of stimuli pour into your head at the same time, and you sort and select them, naturally opening up a ray of possibility.

Ugh…

Dallen opened his eyes.

Magical light flashing deep within the black eyes. The faint sound of magical power begins there.

The vision that penetrates the mystery beyond the physical darkness extends the cutting edge of possibility in a new direction.

‘Third track down from the wheel tracks. Loose leather shoe footprints. The time was 3 minutes ago. It weighs approximately 30 to 40 kilograms and has the stride length and foot size of a child. It ran at an irregular speed.’

The traces of those who have passed are clearly visible.

Superficial information such as physique, gender and age first.

The appearance of running, the difficulty in breathing, and the emotions on the face are added to it.

Before long, even the weight of the money bag clutched in his arms was clearly recognized.

‘I found it.’

It was an act closer to a miracle, going beyond tracing traces and retracing the past.

By far, the senses and intelligence values have been the combination that Dallon has used together for the longest time since his days as a mercenary guard.

In the world of mercenaries, where the speed at which you recognize an approaching attack means your survival rate, these two abilities have been combined just to survive.

As he grew closer to 30, he stepped on the stepping stone of night vision, which had already become another transfer, and began to open up new possibilities.

“Mr. Dallon?”

Penny said. Dallen turned his gaze to her.

“Uh…”

The girl’s shoulders shook in surprise without me even realizing it.

It was true that it was somewhat burdensome to say that the magic light flashing within the eyes belonged to the same person.

Dallen, who saw her face turning pale, realized it too late.

It was a reaction I had forgotten for a while after hanging out with superhuman beings.

He closed his eyes and gently shook his head. The eyes that opened again were the original dry black eyes.

“Human…are you right?”

“Didn’t you ask that question last time?”

Dallen laughed lowly. He lightly tapped Penny on the shoulder and said as he hid himself in the crowd.

“Please wait near the top of Galios. I will find your pocket and follow you.”

***

“Hehehe.”

A crumbling single-story building deep in a back alley.

On a musty-smelling armchair, Muffin, a bald-headed gangster, was weighing his money bag.

“Hehe. Ugh.”

It was heavy. Even more than half were gold coins. It was an unbearable weight that I had to hold back from laughing.

Even the piece of paper that was included seemed to be a slip from some upper part. Even though he had dark eyes, he was able to recognize this arrangement with a quick glance.

If you sell it to a black market, they will give you 30% of the price. If it were to be traded with a slip, it would have been in gold coin units.

‘Even if I use it extravagantly for a few months, I’ll have some left over. At this point, should we expand our business into the drug sector a little?’

Muffin patted the girl’s head, struggling to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching.

“Good job. I’ll have chicken for dinner tonight. next.”

“Really? Hurray!”

The girl smiled brightly and ran out. After him, a boy with a swollen snout came forward.

A downcast expression. Muffin noticed right away. This guy is a fool.

He put down the heavy money bag on the table and immediately picked up his club. The quick-witted boy immediately fell to the floor and prayed.

“sorry! sorry! “I definitely robbed it, but it was definitely gold…!”

“Even a street drunk can make a fuss about gold coins just with his mouth!” “You little bastard…!”

Muffin began beating the boy mercilessly.

Sigh! Sigh!

“Ahh! Wow! Please save me! Argh!”

The boy screamed. Of course, the club never stopped.

Muffin knew. If you don’t fix these guys’ habits in advance, it’s certain that they’ll get kicked out later.

In any case, there was an influx of manpower in the southern district these days. Even if at least one kid from the back alley died, it wouldn’t be a problem at all.

Rather, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to set an example at this time. It was at that moment that Muffin, thinking of such things, put more strength into the hand holding the club.

“hey.”

A deep, low voice was heard. Muffin looked back in surprise.

Behind the wide open window, a large mercenary was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Muffin quickly glanced at the mercenary.

A head and a half taller than himself. An emotionless face. Armor damaged and dirty here and there.

‘Write.’

I wasn’t a complete beginner. Even if he couldn’t do it, he seemed to have received at least a few requests.

However, a truly skilled mercenary would have put a knife to his throat silently the moment he opened the window and entered.

Moreover, the mercenaries who entered these back alleys were a silver lining at best.

‘Nothing good will come of dealing with it alone.’

After making a quick decision, Muffin frowned proudly. And said.

“What are you chew?”

“…….”

“Why don’t you fucking answer? “Hey, call your uncles.”

Muffin kicked the boy who had just been beating him like a dog.

The boy, who had been lying down as if dead, got up and ran outside as if he had never done anything like that.

And not long after, men carrying sticks with sticks and daggers on them rushed in.

The subordinates naturally formed a semicircle surrounding the wall against which the mercenary was facing.

Muffin finally relaxed and smiled slightly.

“Hehe, how long will it be possible to keep my mouth shut like that? A mercenary man. “What organization did you ask me to do?”

***

Dallen scratched his chin. He was in doubt. What kind of confidence do these guys have?

Usually, when encountering a mercenary with a large sword, even a decent swordsman will be defeated.

It is common sense to at least check the opponent’s momentum or at least check the liver once or twice.

He was no different from a back alley gangster. In fact, the more accustomed they were to the back alley life, the more reluctant they were.

The labyrinth city of Falcion is a huge city full of superhumans.

Although we may not encounter each other often due to the vastness of the area, superhumans above standard often frequent the back alleys of this place.

To begin with, places like Siena’s Crow’s Nest, Philopone’s Orchard, or Bjorn’s Workshop are places favored by those with shadowy power.

If you saw someone trespassing into your territory so blatantly, let alone meeting them on the street or in a third-rate inn, the normal reaction would be to take a step back and watch.

“die!”

A wooden block hitting down. Just moving one step to the side deviates from the trajectory.

Dallen lightly bent the gangster’s wrist and pushed his chest.

The gangster rolled around, blood spurting out of his palm-shaped ribcage.

“Fuck! It’s a wizard! Strike them all at once!”

And as he watched the gangsters rushing towards him, Dallon realized.

‘These guys haven’t been here in a while.’

Hiss!

A stabbing metal skewer. A dagger aimed at the neck. Dallen was lost in thought as he watched the logging ax cutting into his shoulder.

A few months ago, when Dallon had just started working in this city.

The Bronze Guard with his help attacked the hideouts that the Apostles of Retrograde and the Telia Company had built throughout the Bronze District.

In the process, it was inevitable that many back alley organizations would disintegrate.

Telia Trading Company achieved rapid growth based on a shadowy trading network.

It was natural that smugglers and violent gangs became part of their supply route.

It’s been almost half a year since hundreds of organizations were destroyed by the police’s all-out suppression.

Half a year was enough time for new organizations to establish themselves in the back alleys of the Bronze District, where power had disappeared.

After thinking that far, Dallon returned to reality for a moment.

My sense of thinking became infinitely slower with the blade in front of me. His hands became blurred for a moment.

Blah blah blah!

Blood, flesh, and bone fragments scatter.

A shattered skull. Crushed arm bone.

The pouring brains mixed with the internal organs of a fellow gangster, and the shattered dagger was stuck in the skin of its owner’s face like fragments of a grenade.

Bones and flesh are broken, twisted and crushed in grotesque ways, and scattered as if exploding.

In an instant, the tissues that came out of the body gave off hot steam.

Patter.

White and red things fell. No one survived even if a blade was pointed at Dallen.

The only thing left was a bald-headed gangster who was watching from behind, giving orders to his subordinates, with his mouth open and a stupid expression on his face.

“hey.”

Slosh.

Dallen said as he passed the freshly created muddy puddle and stood in front of the bald-headed gangster.

“Let me ask you something.”

“Uh, uh…”

The bald-headed gangster just stared at him dumbly. Dallen gently touched the bloodstained cheek.

Only then did the gangster, who fell down after screaming, return to focus. Dallen asked again.

“answer?”

“Uuup yeah… ask.”

“You and your friends. Where do you come from?”