Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 29

Devil’s Holy Sword (1)

Dallen rested for a week at the inn.

This is already the third time I’ve had trouble using my muscles incorrectly. Among them, this one had the most severe aftereffects.

It was my first time tearing up a goblin with my bare hands. I only felt mild muscle pain that lasted for a few days.

Considering that there was no regenerative factor for dragon blood at the time, it was just a bit of a glitch.

It was a bit serious when the chairman of the company was cut in half. Because I was asleep all day.

And now the third.

Tdu-duk!

“…Rotten.”

A week later, I was still suffering from chronic muscle pain.

“Damn Medieval Land. “It’s because I don’t have a single patch.”

Dallen got out of bed with a grunt. The bed squeaks and groans under his enormous size.

Still, Dallon’s body had improved significantly over the past week.

For the first three days, I stayed awake in bed.

It was the price of constantly regenerating a body that had been damaged to the point of death several times with the regenerative factor of dragon blood.

In fact, from the fourth day onwards, I was able to move around sufficiently, although I had some muscle pain.

But Dallen did not take a single step out of the room.

There was no particular reason. I just wanted to do that for some reason.

‘I did need some rest.’

Dallen thought as he massaged his stiff shoulders.

Since arriving in this city, I have literally been running non-stop.

Recover the first body and receive Sienna’s request.

Starting with the wizard in the sewer, he dealt with the Silver Mask Apostles one by one, until he got caught up in their grand plan and started a full-blown war.

It’s been a few weeks where I’ve experienced a lot and gained a lot.

Even if it was just a small reward to myself, the time I spent lounging around was absolutely necessary.

‘…I think I’ve been lounging around too much.’

A thought like that suddenly occurred to Dallen, but he shook his head.

Why didn’t even the psychiatrists on Earth emphasize the importance of rest?

Experts are not experts for nothing.

Grumble.

“…….”

You’ve been crying so hard since morning.

Dallen gently rubbed his stomach and left the room.

Cracking. Crack.

In the spacious living room, only the sound of a crackling fire lingers.

The teapot was hung at an appropriate distance to maintain a warm temperature, and a breakfast that could be considered a sumptuous feast was laid out on the table.

This was the best room in the Sword and Shield Inn. Even accommodation is free.

Of course, it wasn’t originally free.

Volkmar Galios, the owner of Galios Merchant Marine, is staying by paying on behalf of Dallon.

As he was one of the biggest beneficiaries of this incident, it was part of his effort to repay the favor in his own way.

In the process of wiping out the apostles of retrograde, Dallen collapsed the Telia Company, and the nearby commercial area went through a storm.

The commercial area monopolized by the merchant was divided into pieces and distributed to other merchants, and Galios, a resourceful merchant, was not one to miss this opportunity.

It is said that due to this incident, the size of the top has more than doubled.

According to the letter Sienna sent, there was a possibility that the Galios Merchant Marine Company would take the place of the former Telia Merchant Company in the next few years.

In any case, Volkmar was anxious not to be able to do anything more for Dallen, as he had received such a big piece of cake.

Actually, Dallen locked the door for a week and no one came to see me, so I ended up getting kicked out a few times.

“hmm. “It’s delicious.”

Dallen opened the letter Sienna left while eating breakfast.

The letter is cleverly hidden between pieces of bread, but at first glance it is difficult to tell whether it is a piece of cheese or a piece of paper.

While Dallen was holed up in his room, Sienna sent him a clear summary of the rapidly changing city situation once a day.

From her perspective, she must have gained a lot indirectly through this work, so it is a kind of service concept.

It felt strangely nostalgic as it felt like receiving a newspaper with hotel breakfast.

“The nomination box is about to burst due to requests coming in your name. Plus, I’ve heard rumors from somewhere that big names who don’t even know their faces are visiting the bar several times. If you’re thinking of stopping by anytime soon, be careful. Because the number of people who recognize you has increased considerably.”

You have become a celebrity without your intention.

Dallen smiled lowly as he folded the letter in half.

He threw the folded letter into the fire and finished breakfast.

In this top-class room, even meals were provided through room service.

Of course, the price was quite high, but it didn’t matter since it was paid by Volkma.

There was a small pot of stew filled with beans, onions, and meat, and next to it was a loaf of each type of bread that had just been baked in the morning.

From a large bowl of salad to grilled fish that looks like it was sent straight from the northern region.

We finished off with a glass of cold beer filled with ice.

“Big.”

Within a few minutes, Dallen had poured the seasonal fruit that was served for dessert into his mouth, wiped his hands and mouth with a wet towel, and stood up.

After resting for a while, it was time to get busy again.

I have a lot of backlogged schedules due to staying in a corner of my room for a week.

‘Let’s stop by the crow’s nest first.’

Dallen put on his belt over his cloth clothes and roughly sheathed his hatchet.

If Sienna left a letter like that, it seemed like his reputation was spreading throughout the city.

Hiding would have been an option, but Dallen didn’t really want to do that.

‘That’s because the flies will continue to attract.’

In any case, his fame will only increase in the future.

Those who are trying to get something from the side will also increase as time goes by without any action.

It was necessary to use this opportunity to clearly draw a line in order to prevent something wrong from happening due to these guys.

‘It’s shock therapy for Paris.’

Should I go somewhere and swing the fly swatter?

Dallen left the room, gently stroking the head of the ax on his waist.

***

That afternoon. When people think of the Bronze District, it is the main street in the southern district that often comes to mind.

Dallen entered the back alley through the crowds of people in the late afternoon.

Let’s go. Let’s go.

The flagstones gradually disappear, becoming a dirt road, and the number of perches decreases noticeably.

Meanwhile, surprisingly, there were not many gangsters or vagabonds roaming the streets.

Even considering that it is a time when the sun has not yet fully set, the atmosphere is quite relaxed compared to usual.

It seemed like it had been a while since the storm that had happened not long ago had passed.

Since the security team has been raiding the back alleys, they will probably be able to hide on their own for a while.

Even the powerful people in the back alleys know this.

The reason the Bronze Guard neglects the back alleys is because of a manpower shortage, not because their own force is weak.

Sigh.

Dallon suddenly reached into his chest and pulled out a palm-sized card.

The gilded mercenary badge sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight.

Before heading to Siena’s bar, he stopped by the Bronze Guard.

If a customer says he or she will give a reward, it is the duty of a mercenary to go and get it.

‘I spoke with the mercenary guild and processed this matter as if you were in charge of an official request from the Bronze Guard. It is a small reward that does not match your merits, but I hope you will accept it.’

Gawain, the commander of the Silent Company, said that and handed over this gold plate and thirty gold coins.

In addition to recovering a large number of corpses and improving Ilshin’s abilities, he was also given material compensation for this incident.

The more money, the better.

Fame and status were resources that could be useful if handled well.

Dallen slowly walked to Sienna’s bar, enjoying the heavy feel of the money bag he received along with the gold plate.

[Crow’s Nest]

[Business hours: 4:00 PM – 2:00 AM]

When I opened the door to the bar whose business hours were slightly earlier, I was greeted by an unexpected scene.

“This time, the Galios merchants are expanding into the dry goods industry…”

“Several guard units have been subject to audit. “Well, the guard captain was a traitor, right?”

“Have you been to Philopone’s orchard? “Uh-huh, it seems like it hasn’t been long since I came to this city.”

There were two or three or more customers crowded into each table.

The scent of tobacco and alcohol wafting through the hustle and bustle.

Since the business hours have been moved forward, it is not strange for the bar to be noisy.

However, even taking that into account, it is also true that the number of customers is noticeably higher than usual.

It is not difficult to guess the cause.

Sigh.

I could tell just by looking at the commotion that had filled the bar ebbing away as Dallan walked down the semi-basement stairs.

“So, you came from the East….”

“……Shh.”

“…….”

The chattering noises decrease.

People’s attention is focused on one person.

Step by step. Step by step.

By the time Dallen approached the bar table with a sour expression on his face, there was complete silence in the bar.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looking at just one person.

“A glass of Melonde Highlander.”

Dallen seemed to be fine with the attention and naturally ordered a drink from the bartender.

Rattling.

Bourbon, who was cleaning the glass, pours the drink with skillful hands.

Meanwhile, Dallon took a quick look around the inside of the bar.

“greatness! Huh! So this deal….”

“Are the rumors about expanding fish farms in the northern district true?”

People clear their throats at that indifferent gaze and start talking among themselves again.

okay. Let’s have a drink together.

Dallen smiled and took the glass that Bourbon handed him.

As I sipped my glass and observed more, I noticed that the other customers were also drinking and had ordered a lot of snacks.

High-quality liquor or wine and snacks that go well with it, such as dried fruits or snacks.

‘Even if the bar sales weren’t great, the ship would have gone up.’

Dallen quenched his thirst with strong drink and laughed quietly.

At that time, someone spoke loudly.

“Hey, aren’t you the famous hero of the Bronze District? “It’s really hard to see that face just once. Draw it!”

A stumbling step approaches, as if slightly intoxicated. Dallen ignored him and quietly drank his drink.

Meanwhile, the man pretended to be friendly, draping one arm around Dallen’s shoulder and leaning his other elbow on the bar table.

What is this guy?

“bartender! What is it, Melandro Highlander? “I would like to have the same drink as this mercenary.”

Dallen looked back at the man with sullen eyes.

Imperial-style clothes made of luxurious fabrics were the first thing that caught my eye.

A fancy sword decorated with a belt. Hair and beard covered in oil. Even the southern tongue-curling pronunciation.

It was immediately decided what he was doing.

‘A young noble from the empire. The clumsy and inexperienced self-control of an aristocratic family.’

Has he just turned twenty?

The young nobleman, who seemed to have tried to look older by growing a long beard, tapped Dallen on the shoulder and said,

“You have a great reputation as a silver-plated mercenary! But no matter how high your name is, you shouldn’t be so generous with your reputation.”

A voice disguised as overflowing confidence.

However, it is not that difficult to read the nervousness hidden within it.

Dallen decided to shoo away the flies before they became a bother.

“How many times have I wandered around this bar looking for you?”

“Just have a drink.”

A low, deep, threatening voice.

The young nobleman flinched and stopped speaking.

“Uh, uh…”

He took a step back without realizing it, got his feet tangled, and fell on his butt.

Kwadangtang!

A young nobleman rolling on the floor awkwardly.

The guard knight behind him, who was glaring at us with murderous eyes, immediately pulled out his sword and shouted.

“Yes you bastard! Do you know whose body he dared to touch? “This person is the third son of Baron Chevron, the loyal Baron of the Great Empire!”

They’re talking a lot of shit together.

Dallen drank the rest of his drink in one gulp.

He put down the glass with only ice left in it and smiled viciously, glaring straight at the escort knight.

“well. “I know you’re an immature child.”

“How dare you call your mouth open-”

Yes. This is how you want to come out.

As expected, the guard knight swung his sword and Dallan’s time slowed down for a moment.

Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssgggttt ftfggggtt,

the graceful lines drawn by the tip of the sword look slow enough to make me yawn.

A phenomenon caused by Dallen’s extremely sensitive senses and an intelligence level that is more than enough to handle all the stimulation that those senses receive.

In that leisurely gap, Dallon was able to think sufficiently.

Kill this guy here?

Or do you just beat them up and kick them out?

‘Actually, there’s no big problem if I kill him.’

The word is noble, but there are more than 100 people in the empire with the title of baron.

Moreover, this place is not the empire, but the heart of the city alliance led by Falcion.

There would be no major repercussions for killing a son who was not the baron himself, nor even the third son’s bodyguard.

‘But once you use the image of a barbarian who just kills people, it’s very difficult to get rid of it.’

However, the reason for concern was reputation.

There is probably not a single person sitting here who has not heard rumors about Dallon.

To put it simply, the hand Dallen takes here will determine his public image.

Anything that looks easy is the worst.

However, being seen as a cruel barbarian in the palm of your hand is a lesser evil.

What is the best?

Just as he was pondering, there were five signs coming through Dallan’s slow time.

Dallen laughed to himself.

Of course, it is best for the landlord to solve the problem.

Burbubbubbuk!

In the sense of time that has returned to its original state.

Exactly five arrows hit the guard knight’s arms and legs in succession.

The audience’s attention is focused on the direction where the arrow came from Dallen. Dallon followed suit and turned his head.

Again.

The sound of low-heeled shoes hitting the floor.

A woman with long black hair inserts an arrow into a five-shot crossbow with skillful hands.

“This is absurd. “You’ve been sitting around drinking cheap alcohol for days, and then you brandish a weapon at my guest?”

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…”

Sienna, the owner of the bar and an information dealer, finished loading with her brows furrowed.

She said while gently stomping on the head of a guard who was bleeding profusely from his arms and legs and aiming the crossbow at his chest.

“The fact is that the truth is to a certain extent. In the eyes of the Imperial Knight, do you think the Labyrinth City looks like a den of rats?”