181. Some crazy guy is chasing me with a knife (1)
Encred turned his head. The body moved based on reflex action and a sense of avoidance.
In an instant, I could see and understand the surrounding situation.
‘Krais, pole, chest, sword?’
In Encred’s eyes, he saw something grayish coming out of the sword stuck in the altar.
Something gray spread around and enveloped the pupil.
Esther’s body hit the ground with a thud. Heading out, heading the way we came.
A gray curtain narrowly blocked Esther’s path.
Boom!
The leopard’s body was blocked by the membrane and bounced back, and Encred reached out his hand and caught the leopard.
It was a movement like the wind.
Encred gently held the leopard in his arms, looked around, and placed one hand on the grip of his sword.
It was an atmosphere where it was okay for something to pop out right away.
“pin.”
As he said that, Finn stood behind Encred.
Ruagarne took care of Kreis. She pulled Chrys, who was standing absentmindedly holding her stick, behind her, and she also put her guard up.
Encred’s instinct to detect danger was activated without even having time to look at Esther.
It is a danger detection ability that only Encred, who has died countless times, has. and.
‘hmm?’
There wasn’t. nothing.
“… … “What is this?”
Meanwhile, I heard Kreis mumbling something.
Encred’s gaze turned towards that direction.
“Kya.”
Ester opened her mouth to see if hitting the membrane had caused any injuries.
Encred put down the leopard and approached Chryce.
It appeared that Kreis had opened the chest with a stick.
Instead of a poisoned arrow, there was dust and a small letter.
Kreis opened it and asked, ‘Has it already been robbed? Or is Dolph crazy?’ I muttered something like that.
“Give it to me.”
Encred walked up and looked at the letter.
-Only those who get the treasure can leave.
Did you come in as a scammer? Sorry, but this is the only trap here.
Grumbling.
With the sound of the torch burning, Encred let out a groan.
I thought I could hear the owner of the letter giggling.
This little guy named Dolph had bad taste.
By the way, treasure? The chest was empty. What about the other chest?
Kreis happened to open the remaining chest with a stick.
“no.”
It’s empty there too.
“I think in this era, removing the back was called removing the back. shit. “What is treasure?”
Kreis grabbed his head.
An ancient symbol caused a smart soldier living in modern times to fall into despair.
It was something that could not be helped.
It was a trap laced with spells, and it is difficult for anyone to predict such a tactic.
“No matter who came, they caught this.”
Finn said the same thing.
Encred turned his head away from the big guy. A sword was seen stuck vaguely on the platform.
The sword, which was full of moss and dust until just now, has changed.
A subtle dark blue glow appeared on the blade. The handle was still old and rusty, and the blade was blunt.
‘The color of the blade has changed.’
Was it managed in a place like this? Who manages it? Did you plan on planting a skeleton soldier and oiling the blade?
Just looking at it, the blade doesn’t seem to be standing still, it’s old. However, it is a blade that has been intact for a long time.
This was an uncommon occurrence.
A sword was bound to become a mess if not taken care of. This is usually the case with weapons made of iron.
It was natural that the sword picked up in an ancient dungeon would shatter if swung once.
Your heart will be broken before time passes.
For mercenaries, weapons are their lifeblood, and the less confident they are in their skills, the more they rely on them, so Encred paid a lot of attention to weapons over the years.
Therefore, he had eyes for the sword.
That sword has no blade and the handle is worn out and looks like it will break if you hold it.
‘Sim is alive.’
It was a fine item. Of course, maintenance is necessary.
That was the only thing I could call a treasure.
“How long has it been since this guy named Dolph made this?”
Encred asked.
“It’s been at least fifty years.”
Kreis, looking puzzled, answered and looked away. Since only the sword remained, everyone’s attention naturally focused on it.
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A sword that has been stuck for 50 years is better than you think?
If that isn’t a treasure, what is it?
It’s the only thing left.
“I will pick it.”
Kreis’ suffering was short-lived. He quickly got up, muttered once that Dolph was a bastard, and walked out.
What can I say?
Although he had a natural talent for hiding and running away, he also couldn’t ignore the excrement he left behind.
Without even having to say anything, Kreis immediately let go of his chin sword.
“100 million!”
He seemed surprised.
Everyone looked at him quietly, and Kreis spoke.
“No, some crazy guy is chasing me with a knife?”
I just held a sword, but some kind of crazy person is chasing me with a sword.
“Hey, me too once.”
Finn came out. Bravery and sometimes recklessness, another word for a ranger.
They are brave, but sometimes reckless, and the rangers who walk first are exactly like that.
Without any time to stop, Finn grabbed his sword and immediately released it.
“Is it true?”
Encred’s gaze rested on the handle of the sword.
“Is it a magic sword?”
Ruagarne said, glaring at the sword. Luaga Rene puffed out his cheeks as he fluttered his hands in the air.
“Something like a magic sword.”
she came out The moment she placed her hand on the handle of her sword.
Grumpy, mugwort.
“… … hmm.”
Encred let out a groan. Ruagarnet tried again.
Wormwood.
Her hand lost its grip and slipped upward.
“Oh, I saw it for a moment.”
Frog’s skin has a unique slippery feel. That’s why you make a ring and use it as a weapon.
The magic sword was too flat and slippery for her to hold.
The pommel at the end of the grip did not run properly.
“That’s the only treasure.”
Kreis parted his lips and glanced at the sword. It seemed like I needed to pull out that sword.
“Are you trustworthy in what Dolph left behind?”
Encred asked. I thought it was a treasure and drew my sword, but if it was a trap set up so that everyone would die, wouldn’t there be no answer?
“Yes, well, shouldn’t I believe it? Although he was a bastard, Dolph lived his life in good faith and never told a lie. “That’s a pretty believable statement.”
If a guy like that were to lie, it would be fatal, but for now, I had no choice but to trust him.
Thinking about that, Encred shook his head and stood in front of the sword.
Mugwort, mugwort.
Even then, Ruagarne was trying to hold the sword a few more times.
“You can see it, it’s a guy with a sword.”
Even his eyes seemed to be open and focused.
“It’s a magic sword.”
Kreis wiggled his fingers and clicked his tongue. You have to draw your sword, but if you grab it, some crazy guy will come after you with a sword. It was only for a moment, but he didn’t want to see them again. I didn’t want to see it. Cold sweat broke out on my back.
Ruagarne gave up trying to hold the sword and shook his hands.
“A demonic sword, to be exact, a sword imbued with an evil spirit.”
Evil spirit?
Encred also lived a long time wandering around the continent, but he only saw a type of evil spirit once.
The Wraith was an evil spirit that lived on human anxiety and fear.
A place I went to after receiving a request, but couldn’t touch it.
A village where everyone is already dead and turned into a demon.
It was pretty terrible.
There was no way for a mercenary soldier armed with metal objects to defeat him. He had to call a priest. A priest who demonstrates divinity.
‘How much did it cost back then?’
Encred had robbed himself of his own money. Since I received the request, I will solve it. That was the thought.
The funny thing is that the person who commissioned it was also a ghost.
A remnant of a human being who had not become an evil spirit, but constantly cried and cried and hoped.
The little girl’s wish was so desperate that she requested it by pretending to be a city tramp.
Encrid eliminated the evil spirits in the village as promised.
‘I think I lost all my money.’
When you call a priest, especially a priest who is powerful enough to use divinity to exterminate evil spirits, it will cost a lot of crona.
What this means is that evil spirits are something that ordinary mercenaries cannot touch.
While Encred was lost in old thoughts for a moment, Chryce muttered.
“Ah, then if I were to keep holding that… … .”
Ruagarne answered immediately.
“It will split your head open.”
It was a creepy answer. While Kreis was carelessly stroking his arm, En Creed inadvertently raised his hand.
He draws his sword and gets drunk. Go out after that. It was a simple proposition. More than anything, I was curious.
Encred gripped the sword grip.
Even without blinking, I noticed that my surroundings had changed.
The air density was different.
It was on muddy mud.
The kind of mud that drags your feet.
And then something fell from above. It was a sword. It was a blade that fell vertically.
My body reacted. I reflexively pulled out my sword and swung it. It was held horizontally against a vertical blade.
Kang!
The moment they made contact, they pushed the opponent away with force.
With a heavy noise, the sword floating through the fog retreated.
It was a gap in which he pulled back by applying force and using the semi-elasticity. The muddy floor made it difficult to walk on.
He kicked the floor with a thud and stepped away.
Hwiiii.
Behind the sword floating in the wind, something similar to fog flowed and disappeared.
The other person was visible beyond the disappeared fog.
Helmet and plate armor, blue flames replaced the eyes inside the helmet.
‘What is this?’
No words, no breathing. He could not feel the foreshadowing of swinging the sword. There is nothing that humans should have.
The sword simply began to move.
Ta-dang, ta-dang, after several sword strikes, Encred realized that his body was not the same as usual.
‘The heart of strength doesn’t work.’
I lost something I had. The reaction speed was roughly the same, but the body was stiff.
Above all, it was a type of sword that was surprisingly formal and anticipated the opponent’s swordsmanship.
If you strike with instinct and reflex, Encred’s sword is shed as if he had expected it and the next attack is made.
This time it’s a stab.
Breathe.
I took a breath and leaned back. He had to step down. All he had to do was immediately turn his consciousness back to the outside world.
I instinctively knew the way out of this place.
The problem was that the other person was too close.
‘I get cut in the meantime.’
It was a self-evident fact.
Regardless of his physical abilities, the opponent seemed to read all of Encred’s moves.
This is the result.
Sigh.
I was hit in the abdomen with an iron gauntlet.
Encred didn’t suffer either. The sword, swung with force, struck the enemy’s shoulder.
I aimed for the neck, but was blocked by the shoulder armor.
‘It was read.’
He barely dodged the blade that was swung afterward, but was hit on the cheekbone by the elbow that came later.
Crack.
I know something after experiencing my neck breaking several times.
At this level, you will die.
“Knock.”
Encred let out a sigh. That was the end. He thought he was dead, but when he opened his eyes, he was normal again. It was an escape from the world of imagination or the playground of evil spirits.
“Leader?”
I could see Kreis’ big eyes looking at me.
Finn, Ruagarne, and Esther next to him.
“are you okay?”
“How much time has passed?”
For no reason, I felt like my throat was raw. En Creed said and stroked his neck.
The pain clearly remained and was palpable. Her neck felt cold, but it didn’t turn in a direction it shouldn’t have gone.
Only moments of pain and death remained.
“As far as I can tell, less than a minute has passed.”
Encred frowned. It was rare. He’s dead, but he’s not dead?
What can I say, the fight in there felt like a fight with bare hands.
It feels like I’m talking with the sword over everything I have.
For Encred, it was no different from fighting with his arms and legs separated.
“It’s really okay, right?”
“okay.”
Encred nodded at Chryce’s words and looked at the sword thoughtfully.
I wasn’t selected. It was still the same. It was like seeing a noble lady. Of course, there is only some iron inside the sword.
“Did you get hit?”
Ruagarne asked from the side.
“I broke my neck.”
“Inside there?”
Nod.
Ruagarnet fell into thought at those words.
Although the evil spirit could not be dealt with with physical force, the evil spirit could not harm Encred. It was the same with the request back then.
So is it still the same now?
I don’t think so.
It felt real. Even though I knew it was fake, it was the same as actually dying.
Encred knew that because he was an expert in death who had died countless times.
Meanwhile, Ruagarnet looked at the gray curtain. He was feeling and tapping his tent with his fingertips.
On the other side, Esther is slowly drawing the curtain with her claws.
“What does that leopard know about doing that?”
Finn muttered as if it was absurd when he saw that.
‘maybe?’
Encred knows that the Lake Panther next to him is not ordinary.
Anyway, everyone was busy taking stock of the situation for a while.
The answer came from Ruagarne. After knocking on his tent, observing the sword, and trying to hold the sword several times, missing it because it was slippery, he opened his mouth.
“I’m only guessing.”
“What is it?”
Encred asks.
She spoke in a somber tone – although she was not sure, as it was difficult to read Froc’s emotional state.
Frog’s words with his arms crossed were plausible.
“You have to die dozens of times. Only then will you be able to see something similar to treasure.”
It was a very easy task for Encred, but Ruagarne had no way of knowing this.
fantasy,
