Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 194

Episode 194: I Tried to Shout (3)

“Thank You.” Thanks to this, there was little damage.”

I made a sour face while listening to the guard’s thank you.

“I just did what I had to do.”

Then he put his foot out towards the person who had just approached him.

Then the priest purified the curse from the bottom of the shoe. The sight of the black liquid disappearing looked like my boots were slightly shrinking.

“The cause is.”

Regardless, the concept is not to do this to receive thanks.

I looked at the area the other priests had just purged. The area where you pass through the walls is full of people’s bodies and the luggage they brought with them. These are people who were caught up in the curse and died without even a chance to save themselves.

“…They’re demon followers, right?”

Even though I saved quite a few people, it is only a handful compared to the total number of victims.

I stood up, saddened by that fact.

Then, the inside situation, which had been obscured due to the angle, became more visible.

“Fucking devil worshipers.”

The most notable among them were the soldiers and adventurers who died at what appeared to be a checkpoint. Between the adventurer and the soldier is a wooden box and dozens of gourds inside the box.

The fact that everything was broken makes me think that there was a curse in that gourd.

“God, give peace to these poor people…”

one of the guards prayed as he took the soldier’s body. Then everyone present bowed their heads as well.

Solemnity colored the air blue.

“…Does this happen often?”

“Not very often. But it’s not rare either.”

The priest who was also praying next to me answered.

“I understand that several cities in the north have already been hit like this.”

It was with some pretty terrible news. There was nothing like this in the South.

I heard that the front line there is particularly fierce, so I guess that’s why news like this is focused only on the north.

“But this time the damage was minimal. “It was blocked from entering the city.”

well. Does this really cause little damage? It is obvious that more damage would have been caused if it had been transported into the city, but that would only be greater damage. Isn’t this small damage?

“…But all the gates will be closed today. “Maybe until tomorrow.”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the bodies neatly laid out on the floor.

“Don’t come closer!”

“Hey, our luggage…”

“Get back! “Your luggage will be returned after a thorough search!”

“So what happens with the inspection?”

“The doors will be closed until the situation is resolved!”

“Wait a minute, then when can we go in…!”

“Get back! “Details will be communicated later!”

Unfortunately, the work here has only just begun.

* * *

“What kind of mess is this?”

“…no shame.”

“Is it all right without shame?”

A woman who was one head taller than an average middle-class man stood up from her seat, unable to contain her anger. slam. A large hand struck the man in front of me.

“If the investigation results show that there is something that could pose a threat, crack down on it in advance. Deal with them in advance so they don’t interfere with our business. Haven’t I told you this many times? uh? “Didn’t I tell you this many times?”

“You said—.”

“But you can’t keep that one thing? uh? “Why can’t you teach your subordinates how to do this and have them cause trouble like this?”

“I’m sorry….”

“Sorry? sorry? Is that what you want to say now? “Is that the only thing that comes to mind regarding the topic that has come up so far?”

The man stumbled, but she didn’t care. slam! The person who barely managed to keep his balance got hit in the face again and fell.

“The checkpoint is blocked because of the trash you picked. What to do now? How will we make up for the damage we saw today, and how will we make up for the damage that will occur due to tighter inspections in the future?”

Waiting to get up is also annoying. She suddenly grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up.

Due to the height difference, the man’s toes barely touched the ground and a crunching sound was heard.

“I told you clearly that this is a life-or-death action for the top. In particular, I need to pay more attention. But this is what happens? dare? How dare you??”

puck! And when the man was almost out of breath, she threw him to the floor. Her fluffy grey-blue hair bobbed once.

“It’s the trash you picked. So go out right now and take responsibility for cleaning up that trash. Stay out of my sight forever!”

“yes!”

“Confiscate all of my assets! We have to make up for the damage he caused to the top! “The same goes for your salary!”

She struck the man’s shin one last time and then kicked him out. Then I bit my nails out of frustration.

You’ll get scolded by him. Maybe you’ll hear that you’re disappointed. Her mind is filled with anxiety, anger and anxiety.

“Damn it.”

With this, the position I was aiming for became further away. And that too because of her subordinates.

“Aaaah!”

Is that kid blind? Even if you pick a person, how can you do something like that!

“Throne! As soon as the job is finished, demote that bastard! “There is no need for a newbie who can’t even educate his subordinates!”

“yes.”

There is no surer or easier way to vent one’s anger than violence. She turned over the table with an annoyed look on her face.

The table, which was made of wood and was extremely heavy, flipped over.

“Damn, if you do this, you will lose…”

Of course, even at such moments, her mind is working hard to find a way to resolve the situation. Aside from his anger, Noh Jangsachi’s reason calmly looked at the situation.

“…It’s better. Take this opportunity to root out all of Sigi’s followers. “Anyway, the loss of the leader and the loss of power is enough as a reward for letting down one’s guard.”

Jinglang.

A round gem resembling a pearl was sparkling in her ear.

* * *

I stayed until evening in preparation for any unexpected situation—the hidden demon contractor—who would come out.

The Inquisitor came running in the middle, but there was no special conversation. To be precise, the Inquisitor wanted to talk to me whenever he had the chance, but I ignored all of his signals.

There were no other special details.

The demon contractor did not come out, and all the dead people and their luggage were collected. The same was true for the body of a person presumed to be a devil worshiper.

Additionally, the city gates were completely closed, and those who remained outside were not allowed to enter until tomorrow. Among them, only those who had the opportunity to enter were those who witnessed and remembered the entire incident.

Even though they were treated as if they were transporting criminals under strict surveillance.

smart.

Anyway, it wasn’t my place to intervene, so I decided to go back.

I was curious about the current state of my gloves, so it was a bonus that I stopped by the Meister Workshop on the way to the inn.

smart.

But why don’t you open the door? Or have you already left work?

I knocked on the door one more time, but it seemed like he wasn’t inside, so I decided to just give up. It rattled. It was then that the door opened.

“I still had something to say, so you came at the right time.”

I guess this also had an automatic door function. I stepped over the open door without anyone in sight and quietly closed it. Clap. Even though I closed it as quietly as possible, a loud noise rang out.

Do-dok-dok.

Meanwhile, the meister engraved something on the object he was making and carefully put it down. For some reason, his face seems to have darkened in half a day.

“I’m telling you in advance, this isn’t my fault.”

But the opening words are somehow unsettling. I made eye contact with the meister who had just stood up. When our eyes met, our purple eyes rolled around.

“Your gloves are gone. “Suddenly, without even a trace.”

At the same time, my eyebrows furrowed. My gloves? Disappeared? why?

“Again, I didn’t do anything. No, it’s not that I didn’t do it at all. “I didn’t do anything to cause your gloves to disappear.”

This time, Meister’s quick excuse fell through. The eyes are turned slightly to the side, but this time there seems to be no sticking point.

However, in my opinion, I don’t think this incident was his fault. I don’t know if it’s at the level of being destroyed, but it seems like it’s a completely different area when it disappears without a trace.

“Make the situation clear.”

“…First, let me explain the experiment I performed on the gloves.”

Still, I’ll have to listen to what he did to get a feel for it.

“I wanted to figure out its material first. Is it leather or something similar to leather? But surprisingly, it was perfect leather. So next, I looked for the cause of leather restoration. These are the things that were mobilized for him…”

Fortunately, Meister’s explanation was quite easy to understand for a genius. Even as an outsider, I could understand it to some extent.

However, what I realized was the purpose of his experiment, not its principles. It would have been difficult if only science had been used, but it was natural since magic was also used.

“What was the moment like when it disappeared?”

“It’s almost exactly the same as when the separate piece of the glove disappeared. Because it disappeared like it was melting.”

After saying that, Meister hastily added an explanation.

“For your information, the experiment I was doing at the time had no reason for it to melt like that.”

It’s a different story, but I felt a little like that. It’s the feeling of an investor watching a businessman who is not showing results with his legs crossed.

Even though all I gave to the meister was at most a pair of gloves.

“Really.”

But why did you really disappear? It is not a bound item that returns to its owner. That’s right, it’s not even a bound item.

…Wait, a bound item?

I opened the inventory of my waist belt, bewildered by the possibility that had suddenly passed by.

“Half-palm leather gloves (black left hand)”

As expected, the gloves were there.

“…okay. “It seems so.”

I took it out, overcome with an indescribable feeling. If I were to interpret this feeling in a different way, it would probably be doubts and anxiety about the origin of the equipment.

“…?”

Separately, the meister who had raised his eyebrows at my sudden action of putting his hand into the bag soon widened his eyes.

“Why is it there?”

I don’t know either. I didn’t know this feature existed.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve never done that.”

I adjusted the gloves on my hands and lifted them onto the meister’s workbench.

“…Is this something you didn’t know about?”

“okay.”

“how…?”

Fortunately, the meister was a smart person, so misunderstandings were less likely to last long.

I cleared up the misunderstanding with a simple deduction and crossed my arms as the person started to make another guess. My head was spinning.

“good. “I think the story will be long.”

Meister also had his own reaction to him. He took off his work clothes and put on the street clothes hanging on one side.

The slender figure characteristic of the Slander tribe, but perhaps as a reflection of his profession, his muscular arms were hidden by the robes that wizards often wear. I think I wear it because I don’t want to repeat what I did during the day. The face that puts on the clothes is arrogant.

“Let’s go to the bar. “In order to explore this, I think we need to hear more about the situation in which you obtained this ‘by chance.’”

Rather, I have to explain it in the end. I followed Meister, suppressing my worries.

Since I couldn’t eat dinner anyway, why not eat dinner now? The thoughts that came to mind out of desperation were the only source of comfort.

“Let’s start talking soon, right?”

There was no need for me to live until evening. However, it wasn’t like the Meister was offering a treat.

In that sense, I ordered additional food without hesitation. “There’s no need to take too much time.” It was precisely at that moment that Meister attempted to start a conversation.

“First of all, where did you get this equipment? Magic Tower? Or which family’s heirloom?”

I wiped my mouth with a handkerchief—there was going to be food again, but it was annoying—and swallowed a sip of water before looking directly at the meister.

“If you want to hide it, just hide it. Instead, I bring up the word ‘coincidence’.”

“I do not know.”

“what?”

“Because it was in my hands at some point.”

hmm. Now that I think about it, this excuse—memory loss—is really useful.

I leaned back in my chair, folding the sauce-covered part inward. Dodog dodog dodog. The Meister’s fingers tapped the table.

“…Why did you lose your memories?”

“Do you think I understand?”

“Well, if I had known, I wouldn’t be doing this.”

The Meister put his hand over his mouth and made a very serious face.

“The only thing you don’t remember is the moment when you got the equipment?”

However, the conversation with him required some thinking skills to follow. This is not because words are omitted, but because the thinking stage is omitted.

Well, there was no need to ask in a formal way because you can figure it out if you think about it a little.

I shook my head.

“Then is it unlikely that obtaining the equipment was the cause?”

Do-dok-dok. As if it was a habit, the Meister continued to knock on the table.

“The food is here.”

Meanwhile, the extra bouillabaisse and caponata I ordered came out.

Well, it’s bouillabaisse and caponatage, but in reality, it’s closer to a soup made with only caught fish and vegetables sprinkled with sauce. It’s not as luxurious as Hyundai.

It was delicious, so I ordered more.

“Are all the equipment you use common?”

“Yes.”

“That bag too?”

I nodded slowly when asked about the inventory.

“Are the abilities of each piece of equipment the same?”

“…Only bags have the ability to hold more items. Other than that, it’s the same.”

Rather, where on earth did this equipment come from? Did it happen automatically when I logged in? Or before that?

The questions that I had put off because I couldn’t solve them continued to build up. Bleep. My ears went deaf for a moment.

“Is it because of practicality that you’ve been wearing it all this time?”

“okay.”

…Still, the clothes themselves aren’t hateful or anything. If it weren’t for him, I would have gone through all the trouble I had with my clothes, so it’s natural.

“Well, if I had clothes this functional, I would wear them even if I had to endure my displeasure. “Looking at what I’ve been wearing so far, it doesn’t seem like there are any curses or side effects.”

Meister’s positivity also made me feel better.

Look, if I had clothes like this, I would wear them all.

You might not know it if you didn’t wear it from the beginning, but even more so if you felt all kinds of convenience while wearing it due to ignorance.