10 – The story before the assembly (2)

Vieri and I were silent at the same time.

But fortunately, the voice was not Hwaran.

“Heh heh, what are you so surprised about? Anyone who sees it will know that I have committed a crime.”

Skaar came down the stairs and greeted me in the morning with a book in one hand and an arming sword in the other.

It seems that his neck is locked and he is momentarily confused with Hwaran. Wow i was surprised

“Oh hey, Skal. I was surprised. How could someone come down without making a sound?”

“You don’t have to do anything surprising.”

Skaarl skillfully responded to Vieri’s kusari.

“For example, pretending to be Huar’an or laughing at it.”

“Oh my God. You’ve heard it all. I didn’t do anything. Everything was done by Assei!”

As expected of a gambler, he was unmatched in the speed of hitting the die.

But if you get angry here, it’s sewage.

“Yes. As an F-class brat, what power do I have to refuse an order from a D-class mercenary? All I have to say is I was wrong. Cancer. Scal. I was all wrong.”

“Yeah. Do you drive it like this?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Vieri! I have a low rank, so I have to do as I am told, so I will all say that I was wrong, so at least Hwaruan’s spicy fist won’t stick in your mean head!!!”

“Oh my God. It makes my head spin in the morning.”

Skaarl, seeing our bickering, wheezes and laughs, his thick belly bouncing.

He was breathing so hard that the chainmail he was wearing was so tight it was about to burst.

Vieri and wheezing to the point that I thought I was going to die like that, he raised his head again and said with a blushing face.

“Kum, big. Don’t worry.”

What? About suffocation, or about accusation?

“Are you okay, Skal?”

Vieri walked up to him and gave him a pat on the back.

“What. To this extent however. Greatness. Wait for a sec.”

He placed the knife he had been holding for a while and put the horror novel book on the counter, then gently tapped him on the chest.

A few times tong, tong. He was back to normal again.

“After. His armor doesn’t fit anymore. I need to lose some weight.”

I can assure you, as long as he doesn’t put anything in his mouth while reading, he’ll fit in an armor one size smaller than that.

Of course you know that’s really hard. When I read a book, I was curious about my mouth, too.

So I only have one thing to say.

“Cheer up.”

Do you know how easy it is to lose weight?

***

After a rough meal at the restaurant, we went out to the front yard, the gathering place.

All the mercenaries except for us were already standing ready, so I hurriedly put on my gloves and waved my hands to greet them.

“Hey, nice to meet you alive. Our official mercenary friends.”

“I came again without freezing to death.”

“I wish I was dead.”

“If you’re going to kill me, start with money. Why are you trying to catch and kill the poor man?”

Looking at him laughing and joking since the morning, it seems he lost less money yesterday.

“What else is he? Hey there!”

‘Eh?’

At the strange words mixed in the welcome greeting, I turned my head and asked.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

A guy I hadn’t even heard of was staring at me while wearing a bastard sword, a long sword with a slightly longer handle than a long sword.

I have a good habit of evaluating a person’s appearance first, but even looking at him, that friend has scars on his face and looks good at stealing.

And it looks like he came from stealing for real.

One of the characteristics of the northern mercenaries is that both arms are developed uniformly due to the use of shields such as Taji Shields and Round Shields.

And, looking at the training of his arms and lower body, he seemed to have eaten a knife, but only his right arm was trained.

He’s not a mercenary bastard, he’s a bastard who doesn’t know where he came from.

And it was always the same for those types of vagrants. Make a fuss.

Since this neighborhood has gone through a lot, there were many friends who knew the roughness of the dirt floor in front of the orphanage that their parents put down, even if they didn’t know the softness of the baby boy clothes their parents wore them after they were born, and more friends proudly showed off that.

I wouldn’t be able to work as a mercenary if I dealt with all of these friends with a knife or something, and I didn’t want to.

If you pull out your sword first because it’s wrong, is that a person?

With that thought in mind, I approached him.

“Why are you calling me?”

“What are you doing here without a weapon?”

I didn’t have a separate weapon.

You can pick up anything from the weapon box on the wagon over there.

“Can’t we?”

“Of course not, fool.”

Because I said it with respect, the guy with slightly crooked eyes smiled and looked down on me.

“Kids come out with sticks even when they play war, but seeing them wearing a glove and a ragged armor that I picked up from somewhere, all I can do is laugh.”

Perhaps I seemed easy enough, so it seems that I was the target of the initiative.

“Have you been to war, kid?”

Having said that, he took a copper from his waistband and dropped it at his feet.

Ting.

Then he took a step forward and placed a coin between his legs.

“It feels good. Crawl between my legs and take the money.”

“……”

“……”

The surroundings became quiet. Everyone was wondering how I was going to go.

Of course it is, but no one will step in for you.

He kept provoking me.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to take 1 Cooper? Do you want me to go and buy a weapon with this? Would a big, clumsy guy use it because he’s so cowardly? They are born like children.”

Anyway, the mouth is as fierce as it looks. Did you shove 72 melted greens in your mouth?

Still, I won’t draw my sword.

“Why are there no weapons? It’s there.”

As I pointed at him with my finger, of course he pointed at himself and asked.

“Why am I your weapon? Wait, no way.”

Then, as if he had turned the circuit by himself, his voice became polite.

“Are you an employer?”

Hearing that, the mercenaries around me sighed and laughed.

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If I had enough money to hire our mercenaries, wouldn’t I have found and killed the slave trader long ago?

I explained it myself for him. The drip that the opponent didn’t understand was a failure, and he had to deal with it.

It was because I hadn’t taken into account that he was too mad.

“No, it’s not my employer, it’s the knife on your waist that’s my weapon. Just looking at it, I can clearly see that it has become an arrow holder this time, so I can pick it up and use it, right?”

“What?”

The bastard’s face started to get steamy. At the same time, the tension in his right arm was released.

What was he thinking that made him so flustered? If I stretched out my fist, would he have tried to blow his jaw?

“So please take good care of my knife. The walking Mr. Sheath. Carry my sword carefully so that it does not sheath.”

“Look at how a young man talks to an adult?”

“A tool guy dares to talk back to his master, but how about talking to an idiot who doesn’t know if the young guy is a mature child or an immature adult?”

With that said, I quickly bent down and picked up a coin.

Of course, he couldn’t even react. Who would think to pick up a coin in that situation.

“And you should know that money is precious. Where are you going to make money and throw it away?”

Holding up a 1 Cooper in front of his eyes, he said.

And then he laughed.

“Now, looking at it, it looks like they don’t have any weapons. Go ahead and buy some weapons. He’s out on the battlefield and he’s used without a weapon, he’s not an idiot.”

Of course, but I didn’t give 1 copper.

It’s not my weapon, why should I pay for a weapon he’ll use?

“Don’t carelessly use the thing that’s on that belt. It already has an owner.”

“Profit!!”

The grimace’s face turned red.

Along with the quiet voice he spat out, I could hear him talking around me.

It was an after-the-fact comment on the baseline suppression.

“Yeah. That rookie ate a room.”

“If I hadn’t tossed a coin, it would have gone easily. Tsutsu.”

“What. Aren’t you kidding yourself? By the way, won’t you throw me 1 copper? I can put it to good use.”

“Keuuugh. You damn bastard!”

Sureung!

As the enraged guy tried to draw his sword, the mercenaries who were giggling around grabbed his arm at the same time with their expressions stiffened.

And then, I didn’t forget to blow one word at a time.

“Hey. Don’t pull out your knife. It’s good to get the head start, but we have to go to work too.”

“Don’t you know that it can be a big deal if members of the same team fight each other before a mission?”

“And the fight was yours. And you can’t touch him carelessly.”

“Huh?”

After hearing the last words, the tough guy made a strange expression, and the mercenary who spoke last gave a detailed explanation.

“I heard that you used your skills to occupy one of the two vacant single rooms this time, but that guy also lived on this floor as a slave mercenary for five years.”

Hey, that bastard was one of the bastards who blocked my storage room. Where’s the other kid?

The grim guy looked at the mercenary strangely. He looked like he was joking.

“Wasn’t that a joke?”

“I’m kidding, but it’s alive in front of you. So that’s even scarier. I won’t care if the two of you secretly fight later, so don’t pull out your sword for now and just stay still.”

The mercenary who had gilded someone else’s face disappeared into the crowd again. Thank you friend.

“Faet!”

The grumpy friend just spit on the floor and glared at me, but that’s okay.

What is he going to do?

***

“Did everyone sleep well?”

After a while, Hwaran came out with Guilford.

And what he said was simple.

Departure in 10 minutes.

And what the mercenaries did was simple.

Chat for 10 minutes.

And while wandering around, I succeeded in catching a damn keyword from Coulson, who was unraveling the story of his failed receptionist job.

“I found out when I went to the guild, that the Sarian side filled up the staff, but a wizard came in? Also from the guild.”

Wizard? Are you from the guild?

My head stopped for a moment.

‘If you’re from the wizard guild, you’re a real wizard, right?’

Surprisingly, magic is quite common in this world. It’s because there aren’t enough lunatics crawling in the north.

The first metaphor that came to my mind when I heard the story of Hwaran was that if I threw a K1 tram in front of Hongik University Station on a Friday evening and said, “Young behemoth that can drive this!”, It would jump out?

Of course, this includes wild wizards who can use a little bit of magic.

However, real wizards who can join the wizard guild are rather rare, and are treated very highly.

And they don’t come to the North often.

You can just roll around and have fun with pretty and handsome adventurers in the warm south, but there’s no reason to get into trouble with guys with hairy legs and passive alcoholism or gambling addiction.

Therefore, there are three types of wizards in Northern Britain.

Magic Guild branch staff for contact and convenience of geeky guild members who have crawled into this village to research.

A member of the adventurers’ party.

And a wizard who came to work as a mercenary, like this golfian.

The last type among them is further divided into three.

A idiot who came in without knowing, a talented person who needs a quick boost, or a nerd who needs a human experiment subject.

I just hope that the opponent is the first case.

I still can’t forget the sight of another mercenary corps being caught by a strong man who came to play, and a quarter of the mercenary corps died in one magic shot without even finding a body.

I approached Coulson, the mercenary the wizard had told me to come in and asked.

“No, Wizard? Why did a mage from the guild crawl into this northern mercenary guild?”

“That’s not quite right. Because I didn’t even know.”

Of course, the words that he was a wizard from a guild had a certain effect.

Even Hwaran, who was standing still, had a hard complexion and came to us.

He asked, holding Coulson by the shoulder.

“Coulson, tell me straight. There is a wizard from the guild on the other side? Level? What about the school?”

Everyone’s attention was focused.

But most of them were friends who hadn’t experienced wizards, so they soon got together again and started chatting, and Coulson started reciting gibberish about what he knew.

“Yeah… About yesterday, I sneaked a peek inside the counter while I was begging the receptionist girl, Victoria, to see that one of the documents for joining the Sarian Mercenary Corps had a smudged stamp belonging to the Wizard Guild.”

“Are you sure you saw it?”

Coulson nodded.

Anyone who had an experience in the Wizard’s Guild where he almost got an ice arrow stuck in his head by a guard after snickering at the receptionist would never have been confused.

“Usually, those guys are small, so they take all of them with them during the Territory Battle, so it’s obvious that they will participate this time.”

Guilford, who was standing beside him with a serious expression, said.

Hwar An nodded and said.

“Thanks Coulson. Let me rest for now.”

Coulson went back to chatting.

“Hu, it almost got into trouble. I almost got stuck.”

Hwaran muttered that and called me.

“And hey, come over here for a second.”

He took me to the gate, glanced at my face, and nodded to himself.

Hwaran opened the gate and whispered a low whisper in my ear.

“Go to the Sleeping Giant Inn right now and call the person staying in Room 201.”

“Sleeping Giant Inn, Room 201, right?”

“Yes. Her name is Lorna Prianian. She is a red haired woman When she says Grunzian has called, she will come. Watch out for crossbows and flower pots.”

A crossbow and a flowerpot? I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Okay.”

While I hurriedly left the gate, I heard Huaruan muttering behind my back.

“Damn it. Bring a real wizard. Did he hide it and offer me a poisoned apple? f*ck this…”

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