Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

88 – Finding Accompanying Quests (typo fixed!)

The corpses lure the predators.

So we rushed to bury them some distance from the camp.

Because the light can dig into the darkness in front of us, but it can’t dig into the ground.

How much meaningful shoveling was done by relying on a small lantern?

Pak.

“After.”

“I think this will be enough.”

“I had a hard time.”

We nodded at the same time.

I looked up at the night sky, straightening my back, which was aching from the constant labor.

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The starlight, which arrived just in time for the funeral of the seven unknown corpses, was shining on them instead of condolence gold.

Ironically, when they shined the most, it was right before they would never see the light of day.

Tolstoy left the conclusion that he needed about 2 meters of land in his article, How much land does a person need, and it was the same for seven people.

What he meant to say could have been a bit more instructive, but whatever.

Peasant Pavel and highwayman died of coveting other people’s things too much.

And before giving them a romantic funeral, I rummaged in their arms for a while.

Perhaps he was a part-time robber in the first place, he didn’t have any armor, only a little money, and the rest was something he shouldn’t have touched.

Miss Prianian said, pointing to the talisman that had been twisted into a braid of his hair.

“G-House would know, but…”

I nodded.

“‘I don’t touch things like amulets made from body parts, boots or armor that are filled with blood.’ I am well aware of it.”

-Don’t pick up objects that are full of the blood and flesh of the dead, as the person who picks them up will do the same.

A widespread superstition among mercenaries, it soon became an unspoken rule.

In my early days, I was aware of this because I had a chance to accidentally touch a piece of jewelry from a corpse and get it kicked right in the chest by Huaruan.

So we neatly gave up our things and split the money exactly in half.

Unusually, it didn’t matter if the money was stained with blood, but it’s okay because so many people’s hands were burned.

Besides that, I didn’t have anything to earn, so this time I looked at the weapons that were lined up on the floor in advance.

“Hmm.”

Miss Prianian looked at the sword and let out a sigh.

“The conditions are not very good.”

I also agreed with her opinion.

Whether it’s a robber or a mercenary, weapons are a means to earn one’s own food.

It is common sense that knives need steady maintenance, just like washing a spoon for eating rice.

However, their means of livelihood has long since passed its lifespan.

Rust is standard, the blade has chipped teeth, and even the sword is bent sideways like scoliosis.

I felt two emotions when I saw the sight of a sword undergoing orthopedic surgery.

I wonder how he managed to rob so far with an object like this, and I was in awe that there are people who are surprised by such an object.

It’s not some kind of reserve army uniform, is it stored in a warehouse and only taken out when robbing?

After thinking for a while, she looked at me and asked.

“Mr. G-House, don’t you think you won’t hear good things if you carry this?”

I was happy to condense all my thoughts and offer one line of opinion to Miss Prianian.

“Seriously, if you sell this to a weapon store, you will be beaten with a hammer asking where you got the junk from.”

“I agree.”

However, since it is impossible not to root at all, I decided to bury all of them with the owner, leaving only two good ones.

While she was choosing the sword that could save her the most life, I looked at the bow.. In our party, there is Miss Prianian, but the more ranged attacks, the better.

I handed her my choice. It was the shortbow the guy to her left was using.

“Isn’t this a little nice?”

It’s a good size, and it doesn’t look bad given that the wood isn’t cracked or warped.

But she took a quick glance and then shook her head.

“The tension is too weak for G-House to use.”

“How do you know that Miss Prianian?”

Instead of answering my question, she gave another reason.

“And from the outside, it may look fine.”

At some point, the bow was caught in Miss Prianian’s hand.

An ominous burst was heard from the bow she pulled lightly.

What would have happened if I had pulled it unknowingly?

Suddenly, chills went down her spine.

“The inside may not be a spirit.”

The bow that Miss Prianian had thrown into her pit split open.

“A bow is like a person. No one knows if the outside is fine, but the inside is rotten. Therefore, more careful management is required. You have to pay attention to the humidity and warmth, and it also relieves tension so that you don’t get too tired. “

She looked at me.

“Before it was completely broken and there was no turning back.”

To that comment, there was only one answer I could give.

“You’d better not carry a bow.”

“Yes?”

“Because we already have a crossbow.”

After she finished speaking, I also threw the bow left on the floor into the pit.

“Isn’t it?”

“……”

Miss Priianian said nothing.

She lifted the shovel like that and she was covering the duvet for those who will sleep forever.

Dalgrak.

The sword she was choosing earlier was thrown into her pit.

“Why are you throwing that away again?”

At the very least, I should be able to save the black days somehow.

To that question, she answered simply.

“Because I already have a knife.”

Miss Prianian, who wore a side sword at her waist, raised her shovel and scooped her up.

“Still, if you sell it to a blacksmith, the scrap price is-“

“The shooter needs nothing but one. Mr. Ghouse. Any more is useless.”

At the strange force in her voice, I just closed my mouth and raised the shovel.

Even in the mercenary corps, when we wipe out bandits, we just destroy anything that can’t be sold or sold. You should count on that.

After erasing the seven of them from the surface, I put a small stone in place of a tombstone. Because I just wanted to.

The campsite we returned to was still the same.

After repairing the alarm system, we made plans for the next day in advance and took turns keeping watch.

***

The carriage left early in the morning.

And finally, in front of us stood a fort made of a mix of wooden fences and bricks, standing out in the afternoon sun.

This castle, built in the middle of a green field, was referred to in the orphanage’s geography book as a swollen watchtower.

A small watchtower built in the middle of a field for the safety of merchants and relief from the anxiety of nearby residents soon grew larger thanks to the goodwill of passers-by.

The trail created by passing through to feed the watchers soon became a well-paved road, and the watchtower became a citadel extended here and there to protect more people passing the road.

Therefore, the name ‘Hag’ was born in the nameless field on the way to Colhen.

At the watchtowers built here and there, guards leaning spears on their shoulders are yawning, and farmers leisurely enter in groups of twos and threes under the gate.

After tidying up the camp at dawn, they arrived early in the morning on a wagon, filling their stomachs with an apple and bread, and it was peaceful.

Multiple, multiple.

The faces of the guards turned serious for a moment at the appearance of a wagon that could not be seen nearby, but they soon softened as soon as they saw the mercenary plaque we held out.

Finally, the mercenary team began to play its part.

After entering the castle without any problems, we headed to the mercenary guild as we decided in advance.

The mercenary guild branch in Hag Castle was quite cozy and had a quiet atmosphere.

If you say that the Hebrides feel like a human resources office, then should I say that this place is like a corner store with a private house?

It also meant that you wouldn’t see many mercenaries in this town, and it also implied that the receptionist might be even more surprised to see us.

The young-looking receptionist looked at Miss Prianian’s face and spat out a word.

“…A C-class double mercenary?”

I didn’t expect to be so surprised.

“That’s right, receptionist, so, we “

She was surprised to see me this time.

“And the joke?”

I guess I’m still less surprised.

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Oh my God.”

Our receptionist seems to be the type to be surprised by pretty trivial things. Life can be pretty tough.

After hearing her words, the attention of the receptionists around her focused.

Isn’t it counterfeit?

I don’t think it’s fake.

So is it real?

I thought I should get out as soon as possible.

“Hey? Receptionist?”

She kept looking at our mercenary cards, but didn’t answer.

“……”

It’s not that I don’t understand that reaction because I did the same when I saw Miss Prianian, but we had something to do now.

Knock, knock.

“Hey.”

“Ah. Yes yes.”

Then she came to her senses and answered the previous question, looking at us alternately as if she were seeing her ghost.

“For now, there is no accompanying request to Colhen. No no.”

“No?”

Miss Priyanian’s voice was cold when she asked that question, but her face seemed to brighten.

“Yes!”

The receptionist quickly nodded her head.

This makes things a bit difficult.

The reason we came to the mercenary guild was to find a request to accompany her.

It was the conclusion I came to after burying the robbers yesterday, and it was a matter agreed upon by Miss Prianian.

Because it was the best way to travel to a different world if you had to pass through a dangerous zone or had a small group of adventurers and mercenaries gather together to move to a specific area.

Of course, if the financial situation is good and you want to go on foot, you can use the transportation guild’s wagon, but we were excluded because we had a wagon.

“Then I can’t help it.”

“Hibb.”

At Miss Priyanian’s cold voice, the receptionist, whose voice changed for a moment as if he had chewed his tongue, put the request statement on the reception desk.

“Humhi, keuheum. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t find it. I will take another look.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

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“No! I’ll find you soon!”

Miss Priyanian’s face felt cold.

Perhaps it was because he felt that, the receptionist’s fingers moved over the paper even more busily.

-Sweeping monsters.

– Merchants escort passing near the dungeon.

-A job advertisement for an adventurer party.

-Elk hunting.

“Ah!”

As she ran her fingers through it one by one, she exclaimed as if she had found something.

“Here is one! That’s a pretty big group!”

It was fortunate. The bigger the scale, the less likely it is that the burglar will run into it.

“What kind of people are they?”

I asked her, and the receptionist answered in her bright voice.

“Upper escort!”

Then we both looked at her at the same time and shouted.

“I never do.”

“I will never do that.”

For a moment, our eyes met, and then I turned my head to look at the reception desk.

I’d rather just the two of us stay on watch, because I never wanted to be the escort for the corps.