Chapter 104 – Cultists in the Sewers

“Hey, Copson. Catch this bastard.”
Hehe, I see.”

Copson grabbed him from behind. It felt like a bunch of back alley bullies catching one of them when they were playing daguri.

“Hey, cultist man. Come to your senses. Isn’t there a day when even a mouse hole has a star? If you listen carefully to Mom, you’ll be able to make rice cakes while you sleep.”

The man, presumed to be a cultist, was shaking his head with dark tears of blood dripping down his face. Copson began to hand him some kind of consolation, but he wouldn’t know the meaning, and he couldn’t even understand the language.

I bent over his waist and put him at eye level.

“Brother, can you hear me?”
“…”
“I’m sorry I hit you. I couldn’t help it… Can’t you hear this? No reaction? Can you hear my brother? Can we talk?”

I grabbed his chin and lifted him up, and he glared at me with glowing eyes. It was an unpleasant look, like rotten tar bubbling. I was afraid that there might be a curse in those sad eyes. I screamed at him in horror.

“Don’t look at me… Look at me like that!”

Her lips are black, and her skin is as white as snow. His eyes of her were completely devoid of white, but above all, the evil tattoos on his face her proved that he was a 10-year-old. Even fuck, this asshole had a slick bald head.

It is said to play as it is, and this guy was 100% involved in a criminal case. I, the righteous, had to pass judgment on behalf of this world. I had the right to do that.

“Ah, ah, ah, follow me.”

I point my finger at him who doesn’t speak and stretch ah, ah. The streets made noise. I thought I’d give it a try, even with primitive body language.

“I want you to say something.”
“…”

Still he didn’t talk, so I grabbed both of his ears. The ears are surprisingly normal. If nothing else, he looked like a human with ears. I grabbed it as hard as I could and pulled it, and a scream came out.

“Sya!!!! Daoc!!! Daoc!!!!!”
“It’s called Mr. Palmer.”
“Daoc! Daoc! GurDat! Sadami!”

He said something, but I couldn’t understand it at all. The words that sincerity and sincerity work are all cheap. Fuck these bastards! People have never been able to fully convey their true feelings! That was the reason mankind could not unite!

“Are you completely speechless?”

The only thing I can understand is the common language of another world.
I decided to ask the kids once.

“Hey, can any of you guys understand what this bastard is saying?”

Looking around, everyone shook their heads.
The middle-aged Merman didn’t know, and Cloudy replied that he didn’t know either.

“Hmm, that’s right…”

Some other country’s language or magical language. Or maybe it’s evil language. I wish there were wizards or priests, but they weren’t here. Elise was desperate.

Even if you try to interrogate something, you won’t be able to find out anything if the words don’t work.

Then Meria took a peek at the cultist’s face and said,

“Isn’t he pretending not to understand?”
“Is it?”
“I don’t think so.”

It was a very valid opinion, so we nodded. Looking at the bald head of the cultist with his head down for a moment, I thought that he might actually be doing that. It was common sense for criminals to remain ignorant no matter what they asked.

I decided to try hard.

“Then, I guess I have no choice but to lose once.”

I muttered quietly and convinced myself.

“Yeah… If you hit him, you might be able to speak better.”

It’s a story from the past, when I was in my hometown.

I have seen the news that they are teaching English from an early age to ensure that their children do not fall behind in the era of turbulent globalization. Certainly, not knowing English in modern society was tantamount to becoming a thunderbolt.

Was it the news I saw while eating? Anyway, I was curious about how to teach English to those little ones, so I kept watching. Surprisingly, the education was to beat the child with a stick until they learned English.

With the belief that a child who does not want to be hit by hitting will naturally learn the truth of English.

The belief, like a kind of fanatical faith, reached the point where the child was literally turned into porridge and killed, and the mother was also imprisoned in prison. .

It was an era when English was as heavy as life.
Parents weed out those who could not speak English.

If you think about it, it seems that it was not a news that introduced children’s unusual English education methods, but an urgent breaking news about malicious parents who simply led their children to death through child abuse.

Anyway, remembering the lesson, I decided to use physical methods to open up the cult’s speech.

If you’re unlucky, you might end up dying like tens of thousands of children who died while learning English.

“Hold on tight to Copson. Let Kim Katt, the magician of this language, show you a magic show from now on.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I’m looking forward to it.”
“Meria, you can come too. Cloudy. Do you want to come too?”

Cloudy shook his head and Meria came over. It was she who brought up her story in the first place. It’s a little hard to do alone, so let’s do it together.

“As you say, I think this asshole is pretending not to understand her.”
“Isn’t that right?”
“Then let her open her mouth her.”
“In what way?”

Meria laughed viciously, threw her shield to the ground and tilted her head left and right. She then rolled her shoulders and began to loosen her fists. I did her stretch her similarly, and spoke at the same time as her.

“Width.”
“Power.”
“As expected, you’re a barbarian.”
“You guys… Why don’t you just go up quickly?”

Copson admired, and Mr. Merman began to fidget and beg to go up. But we were already getting a taste of money. Unbeknownst to them, it was clear that the wands these cultists were carrying were of satisfactory value.

And even this black robe could be taken off and sold.

I stood in front of the cultist with Meria. Sensing an unusual energy, he slowly raised his head and looked at us. He said it as if to warn him one last time.

“If you don’t want to be beaten, the answer that you don’t like it.”
“…”
“You bastard… His acting skills are quite good? You’re still pretending not to understand.”

He pretended not to understand the words until the end. Anger erupted in an instant. Why can’t you speak English, why! Mommy has to go this far!!!! Aaaaa!!!

“Copson! Hold tight!”

In a fit of rage, I threw a punch at the cultist’s abdomen in a fit of rage. Fuck! In an instant, my fist plunged deep into his stomach.

“—-Quite a bit!”

He began to struggle, screaming like a duck. But Copson was holding him, so he couldn’t get out.

“Meria! You lose too!”
“Okay! Such an evil fellow!”

It is not new, but Taekwondo also had such a punching technique. Although it is my brain, the power of the punch fused with the gauntlet was enough to crush the intestines with a single shot.

ㅡPeruk!
ㅡPeruk!

I stabbed my fist into the cultist’s abdomen without hesitation.

“Speak! You bastard!”

My big, big thing came in and out, going back and forth, violating his inner flesh. He kept making noise like a duck. He pretended not to be able to speak, and now he began to imitate ducks.

There is a degree to ignoring people…!

“Evil pagan! Bad baby!”

Meria also pounded him with her gloved fist. It was a world where the power of the church was strong, so even the common people hated evil beings. There was no mercy in that punch that tried to destroy wickedness. She too is a warrior.

“Get out of the way, I’m going to give you a kick!”

Still, he didn’t answer, so I became desperate and decided to give him a kick like kicking a punching bag. The Greaves of the Salvation Heaven Conference, which I received as a gift from Claudy during the last festival, were made of solid iron, so my kicking power increased dramatically.

Gathering my energy, I threw a kick with all my might.

“Turn around!”

ㅡ Pleasant!

Along with the sound of the Siwonhak blow, my clean kick went deeply into the cultist’s chest. Seeing the flesh coiling around his feet his, it was 100 percent like he had broken a couple of ribs.

ㅡKoo goong!

However, the kick must have been too strong, and Copson fell backwards while holding the cultist.

“Kuh, keuh! Didn’t you hit too hard, barbarian!”
“Ah! Sorry! Are you okay!”

Apologizes to Copson, who frowned on his face, and pulls him up. I started to grumble and quickly brushed him off. And with him, he tried to raise the cult again. Because English education is not over yet.

“Kat. Is he dead?”

Claudy, who was examining the fallen cultist, said so.
What? Die?

“It was a decent blow. It feels like a broken rib stabbed right through the heart. You’d better remember the sensation.”
“Lord, are you dead?”
“Okay.”

“Kyaaak!” At that accident, Meria screamed, and Copson, who had traced the cultist’s pulse and confirmed death, shouted at me.

“No, Barbarian! What if I kill you!”
“Uh, huh?”
“Haven’t we found out anything yet! Killing instead of interrogating!”
“Oh no!”
“What is it not!”
“No! Me, I’m all, just… Just… English…”

I also saw the body of the fallen cultist. He didn’t even flinch with his eyes closed. No, in fact, I don’t even know if it was overturned. Because he was a guy with no whites in the first place.

“It’s okay. He didn’t understand the language in the first place. If that’s the case, it’s better to just kill him. You’re not going to send one alive anyway, are you?

Cloudy said kindly to me who was in shock.

As he said, it seemed that he couldn’t say anything we could understand. He just wanted to vent his violence because of the stress of being swallowed up by the darkness of the canal.

“So are you going up now? Or one more time on the fourth floor? I like either way.”
“Let’s go up quickly. This request ends here… It’s so terrible!”

Cloudy smiled and said, and Merman replied frantically.

I saw the faces of Copson and Meria. To be honest, I don’t know what lies down there. However, it seemed clear that there would be money piled up, as two cultists were seen holding wands.

Could it be that he is carrying out some evil ritual?
If so, there may be an offering.

“How is it, Copson? Are you satisfied with two wands?”
“Hmm… I’m a little worried.”
“What about you, Mary?”
“Me too… I wish I had a little more information.”
“Go up quickly! It’s too dangerous up there! You don’t know what’s there!”

Murman snared at us who were troubled. As an ordinary citizen, he did not like the situation overflowing with battles. Actually, it’s a little like dragging him around depending on our circumstances.

I tried to persuade him in a calm tone.

“Calm down, Mr. Merman. What if they are friends who are ‘creating’ the undead? “

By making a successful quest fail.
For me, who is currently aiming to become a D-rank adventurer, this is a bit of a pain.

When I was around D rank, I could literally receive really good requests from the guild. Then it becomes much easier to earn money.

“I-I’ll take responsibility for that! As long as I go up immediately!”
“Hmm… That’s right…”

I squinted my eyes and looked at him.

It was time to make a choice.
Whether to search the 4th basement floor of the waterway or go up like this.