Stuck in The Tower - Chapter 291

Chapter 291 Daerimwon Morto

and I moved into the forest.

As we still don’t know much about the 64th floor, Morto led the way.

Some of them were carrying corpses on their backs, and there were also intentions to observe the surroundings, so their steps were leisurely.

Moving slowly in a forest with no visibility while smelling of blood was the same as becoming a target for a monster, but I didn’t worry too much.

It also has to be on a certain level.

As long as I and the NPC Morto are there, I can deal with anyone who comes out.

Even if it’s not us…

“Daelimwon is a group of beastmen.”

There was no way monsters would be active in a place where there was a group of beast NPCs.

“Have you heard of it?”

“any.”

“I am surprised. Not many people know about Daelimwon. Few people have made it this far, and not many prisoners are in the safe zone.”

Morto also talked about various things while slowing down, perhaps because it was burdensome to enter Daelimwon.

It’s me, because I can get more information that way.

“Beasts have various characteristics, so there are times when they are grouped together and there are times when they move separately, but there is one rule. I will not abandon my people.”

Morto spoke as if he was bragging, but I just raised my eyebrows.

It’s good that you don’t abandon your people, but the question is whether or not you actually do that.

Right now, it seems that this guy also killed his own people, and Rilka was also abandoned.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but every beast I met broke the rules.

I’m thinking of just skipping it.

If everyone abides by the rules and obeys the law, why are there criminals and why are there quarrels?

I thought it was a normal thing to say.

Took. He kicked the stone in front of him and opened his mouth.

“What if I break the rules? For us, it looks like breaking the law.”

“The victim or the victim’s family does not give proper punishment. Others agree and enforce the punishment.”

“Doesn’t punishment seem intangible?”

“that’s right. Some want money, some want body parts. There are people who want to do labor.”

“You can do anything as long as you pay for your sins.”

“As long as it makes sense for other people to hear it.”

at a reasonable level.

What a subtle word.

Because each person has different standards, even the same punishment will have different thoughts.

What’s even more amazing is that the level is not judged by the parties, but by other people around them as a group and forced.

Not bad.

If the victim has no power, if the parties try to solve it, the proper punishment will not be achieved.

After all, we are similar.

If you break the law, the public power of the police is put in.

This one seems a little more simplified because of the small number of people.

Morto’s words continued even as he moderately compared and understood our world.

“So we try to get along as well as possible. It’s good if you don’t have to blush to live together, and even if you have an accident, the one who is friendly with people is less punished. After all, you need the consent of the people around you.”

“It’s a blind spot.”

“It’s a blind spot.”

A story that even if the victim or his kin wanted a harsh punishment, it could be replaced with a mild punishment if the perpetrator maintained good relations with the villagers.

Of course, the punishment won’t go away completely, but it won’t be as much as the victim wants.

‘I’m sure there are people who will hold a grudge because it’s unfair?’

It would be nice to be punished and finished, but is the world that easy?

It’s human beings who struggle to be a little more comfortable and suffer less damage.

Race doesn’t matter. Literally, unless you are a sage, your comfort is the most important thing.

The problem is why this guy bothers to tell us about the problems of the society he belongs to.

“Are you being bullied there?”

“…I just have few friends.”

“How many? one person?”

“One like two. Numbers don’t matter with friends! How close is important!”

A guy who screams in a fit of fuss.

It was half a joke, but it seems like he hit me with a fact.

The man with his mouth closed wrinkled his nose.

It’s been a while since you’ve been trapped in the tower, but it looks like this?

For some reason, it was strange from the moment he asked me to defend him.

If there were many people who believed in me, I would proudly say that it was an accident.

If you clear that first person and clear it, you won’t catch someone who will rise up and ask them to be on your side.

My head hurts already.

Maybe even if it was a real accident, people who distrust him might demand punishment.

It may be difficult, but with the help of this guy and his friend, find the culprit…

Wait a minute.

“Hey, isn’t this person on my shoulder supposed to be your one and only friend?”

No answer to my question either.

oh please

tell me no right now

I waited patiently for an answer, and I was able to hear the guy’s answer.

“You will miss Behi a lot.”

Morto stroked the cold Behiga.

My eyes are dizzy.

That’s too much. Are you doing this as part of it?

It’s almost suspicious that someone made a plan with malice.

“To that.”

Deokchun sighed and I closed my eyes tightly before opening them.

yes it can

If things get messed up, they can get messy.

Calm down and ask just one last thing.

“What kind of person is that Behiga in Daelimwon?”

“Everyone’s friend who is kind enough to even care about me.”

ok screwed up

As you enter the village, you can shout ‘This guy is the culprit!’

I think the result would be the same even if I defended myself.

I think it would be better to end the quest neatly and not to be blinded by taking sides with him.

“Whoa.”

I thought so, but I really can’t.

A quest is not something that can be given up so easily.

The guys I met on the 62nd floor were also penalized for canceling the quest.

In the case of climbers, trust is lost. After that, it becomes difficult to receive quests from other NPCs.

In fact, considering that most of the rewards received while climbing are quest rewards, it is a strong penalty.

This is why Rilka was notorious.

It was because they were forcibly given a quest with a level of difficulty that was close to impossible to clear.

If it wasn’t for me, there would still be countless victims.

Anyway, back to the main topic.

“Tell me everything you know. No chatting from now on.”

“If you just say that, where do you start?”

“The reason why the two of you were here, what was different from usual, things that could be variables for you or Behiga’s change of heart. Like a pond that grants wishes.”

I wondered if I should tell you this, but if I were going to do it, it would be better if I told you specifically.

Come to think of it, this guy told me to talk about the wish-granting pond, but he naturally sputtered other things.

If it wasn’t something like a personal grudge, but something that happened because of a catastrophe, it might be better to find an answer.

Disasters cause chaos.

Those who stay on the 60th floor will know better.

No matter what his reputation is, if he claims to be involved in the disaster, they won’t be able to ignore it.

At least that was the case with the 60th floor NPCs I experienced.

Because their purpose is the same as mine.

getting out of here.

“uh?”

tall.

I stopped in my seat.

I feel out of place.

The people who fought against Mestoca on the 61st floor.

People hiding from the 62nd floor collapsing stone tower.

The people who had to follow the double-headed ears on the 63rd floor.

There was a fundamental difference between the NPCs on the 60th floor and Daelimwon on the 64th floor.

“How is Morto Daelimwon maintained?”

If they helped the climbers overcome the disaster, Daerimwon could not be maintained.

It must have been sent to the safe zone as a reward for overcoming the disaster.

Daelimwon is a group formed by the gathering of prisoners. What is the reason that this place has been able to be maintained until now?

I’ve been staring at Morto.

“Tell me about the relationship between the disaster and Daelimwon.”

Sensing that the atmosphere is about to draw a knife at any moment, the guy rolls his eyes.

It didn’t sound like he was preparing an excuse.

Anxiety.

doubt.

He seemed worried that someone might be eavesdropping.

Judging by the way his mouth was quivering, it seemed that he had something he wanted to say too.

“Listen quietly.”

The man covering his mouth with his hand started talking.

* * *

Inside the forest on the 64th floor.

Unlike other layers, there was a large-scale village.

There are dozens of such villages.

If you put all the villages divided according to each tribe together, it was no different from one city.

Those who live in their own ecosystem.

Daelimwon.

It was a group of prisoners and a force that had an influence inside the tower.

Most of the vegetables, fruits, grains, and commonly used meat that the Flower and Bird Bureau supplies to NPCs came from here.

For the same reason, it is also related to Hell Dying Kitchen.

In the depths of the forest, there were terraced rice fields along the steep mountain roads, and orchards and ranches were set up on the artificially carved plains.

Suin himself was also an excellent herbalist, so alchemists who needed special reagents and pharmacists who wanted to make elixirs also requested a deal.

A place that is not well known to climbers, but is unknown among NPCs.

At the same time, it is located on the 64th floor, so climbers have not experienced many difficulties.

A visitor came to Daelimwon.

with the corpse of a kinsman.

Behiga, the wolf beast.

Because he had a good reputation in Daerimwon, many prisoners flocked to him.

Those who were busy working put down their agricultural tools and weapons for a while and gathered at the entrance of Daerimwon Village No. 4.

It was a village mainly inhabited by wolf beasts.

“What is this… Behiga like this.”

“I’m sure we had a drink together until yesterday.”

Those who mumble one word at a time.

While covering his mouth, he scanned Behiga’s corpse with his eyes.

These are also the ones who climbed the tower.

Although he was confined to a tower and living a repetitive life, the sword remained a sword even when the blade was worn out.

It’s instinctive to look at the wound and figure out what happened.

“You were murdered.”

Someone said something and the atmosphere became heavy.

killing.

Even so, the pack of wolf beasts had a strong tendency to care for their own people.

Murderous intent dwelled in the eyes of those who showed off their hair.

Everyone gathered here was convinced.

Whoever killed Behiga would pay the price he deserved.

“My name is Hippos. He is the representative of the wolf tribe.”

Splitting the crowd, one of the werewolves approached Hyunsoo Cho.

Shorter than the stalwart ones.

His fur was white here and there, probably because of his age, but there was a heavy and sharp force that he did not dare to attack.

A refined ferocity incomparable to Morto’s clumsy wildness.

“Thank you for recovering Behiga’s body.”

“This is Evileye.”

Cho Hyun-soo grabbed his outstretched hand.

It was a hand full of calluses, probably still on active duty.

“Something terrible happened. Still, I’m glad to be back. If it had been neglected, the monsters would not have stayed still.”

Hippos’s eyes widened softly.

Despite accepting the death of a loved one, he was not shaken.

Let sorrow go to sorrow and do the stranger a favor.

It wasn’t just a courtesy.

“Are you familiar with Suin? We collected the body according to our etiquette.”

Hippos looked down at Behiga.

Neatly gathered hands. Legs comfortably outstretched.

A white twig was bitten into his mouth. His face was red with blood.

The wolf tribe bites the dead with white branches. It is customary for warriors to stain their faces red with blood. It was a culture that strangers had no way to know.

Hippotos’s eyes sparkle with likability and curiosity.

Jo Hyun-soo saved his words.

The first of the plans made with Morto before entering the village. Get a good impression according to their way.

“I got help from a handful.”

Cho Hyun-soo quietly let go of his hand and started the next operation.