Chapter 22 – Upper Escort

Murder.

What a frightening and terrifying sound it was. It’s something that should never happen, and something that should never happen. At least my home planet Earth was a world where such common sense existed.

It’s hard to even imagine that a murder case is happening around, and it was a very terrible thing that can only be seen on the news. I lived a normal life believing that.

However.

However, it was not a savage and savage other world similar to this medieval one.

Human rights were so low that slaves existed, and most people were uneducated and uneducated, and there was a threat of monsters, and resources were not enough. War also seems to break out when bored.

Then?

In such a difficult world, it is natural to ‘steal’ things from others.

To put it in simple words, it is called plunder. This robbery, the act of forcibly taking someone else’s property, inevitably accompanies the grave criminal act of murder.

It happened when I just came to this world.

I used to struggle too much, so let’s move on. Anyway, I, who lived as a homeless person and a tramp, lived each day in fear that I might starve tomorrow. The time when there was nothing more precious than a meal obtained by luck.

Then.

If so, good luck. No, a small loaf of bread to get your hands on. An invaluable loaf of bread, like that kind of lifeline. What if someone tries to steal it?

Human beings were surprisingly easy to die even with stones.

I was the same bum as he was. Just as he was devouring my bread and devouring me, he picked up a stone and hit it on the back of the head, killing me. No, to be precise, he beat him until he died. Even after confirming that he was dead, he continued to beat him.

Thick blood soaked his hands. He murdered brutally, but he never felt sorry for killing someone. Very hungry, I just opened the corpse’s mouth and scooped out all the bread he was chewing on and shoved it into my mouth. And when I felt a bit full, the only thought I had was ‘Ah, I lived.’ Going one step further, I took off the clothes the corpse was wearing and put them on, and also took all of my belongings. I felt a faint sense of guilt, but the fact that the other person tried to kill me made the thread of guilt disappear.

Okay.

It was.

That was right.

“…”

As the leader of the bandit collapsed helplessly with my cry, there was a brief moment of silence.

“Laugh, uooooo!!!”
“That bastard is the captain!!!”
“Kill!”

The bandits began to sob. He seemed to be quite loyal to the bandits who made their living from murder and robbery.

They quickly took up a combat posture. To be honest, they all looked the same. How can those without a leader fight well? Already we ate half of the battle and went in.

I looked at the top officer.

He also looked at me with a puzzled expression.

This bastard’s head was rolling at an unusual speed. Shouldn’t you have noticed and issued an attack order? There is no better tactic than surprise in a fight. I don’t think this kid will live long.

When I tried to shout in frustration, he shouted as if he had come to his senses.

“Eh!! What are you doing!! Kill them all! Kill all of those bastards!”
“Oohhh!!”

At that cry, the bandits and the boys on our team clashed. I took advantage of the gap and pretended to fight and threw myself to the back. Being in front of him for nothing and becoming a target for being the enemy of the captain was a no-brainer.

Above all, shouldn’t I ‘take care’ of the equipment I killed? I thought I would get expensive armor after all, but it was difficult to die.

A mad anticipation drenches my mind.

“Search! Search!”
“You fucking bastard!”

Adventurers and bandits were fighting hard for me, but in my eyes, it was just as boring or funny as watching a YouTube video of Hyeonpi.

In fact, there is no particular reason for bandits and adventurers to stare at each other and kill each other. When people fight for no reason, they don’t burn. Above all, since they fought while caring about each other’s safety, whether they were bandits or adventurers, the battle naturally went passively.

Whether it was a bandit or an adventurer, life was precious. No one was willing to risk their lives and bleed in a place like this for no reason. A fighter who would shut up and see blood if there was a battle? If there was a guy like that, I would have given up on such trivial matters and gone on to other big things.

There was no way that guys with that kind of grit would be immersed in lowly jobs like adventurers or bandits.

“Heuk!”

The ones who fought well were the privates belonging to the upper tier with spears. As befits professionally trained combatants, the momentum was amazing. It seemed like they knew how to kill people. As they formed formations and stabbed their spears, there was no way for bandits who were mere ragtags to be defeated.

“Kill! Kill!”
“That bastard!”
“Hey, hey! Come this way!”

I looked around like a bat to find bandits and adventurers who were engaged in a one-on-one confrontation. Will I fight alone because I am crazy? A fair one-on-one fight was out of the question for me.

If you have a team, it is common sense to play as a team.

After all that effort, I found a bunch of idiots fighting one-on-one like some sort of arena. The two of them were stepping on each other, hitting and dropping repeatedly, and they were living their lives without a single valid attack.

“Hap! Hap!”
“Die!”

I joined right there. The bandit was started by my appearance, as if he had witnessed the return of her dead mother.

“What is this bastard!”
“It’s the grim reaper, you fucking bastard!”

When I took the mound between the two, who had been fighting hard, the tide of battle turned in our direction at once. Fighting and winning 2:1 was something that only a decent master could dream of, and there was no way a bandit would have that kind of skill.

If he had such skills, why would he make a living doing bandits? All of them are idiots who have no ability and cannot carry their face in society, so they are banditry.

“What the fuck! Cowardly bastards!”
“That’s not something a bandit would say, you bastard!”

The bandit, who faced the two alone, tried to escape in confusion, but turning his back in this situation meant death. Even the bandit knows that, he never ran away and fought back confidently,

“Keahhhhh!!!”

Like I said, I could never beat the two alone. While the guy and the adventurer were exchanging swords, he ran back and stabbed the sword in the back, and that was it. The bandit collapsed writhing in pain.

“Thank you!”
“Remember this bastard. We’ll split the loot in half.”
“Of course!”

The nameless adventurer said so with a refreshing smile that made it impossible to imagine that he had just killed a person. Unlike me, this guy seemed to be a real psychopath. The finish was made by him.

The battle was going subtly close to the end. The corpses of bandits were rolling around, and several adventurers were killed. And there were runaways on both sides. Even if Amman was passive, the battle was a battle, so there were casualties.

To be honest, I did 2 kills, so 2 people did it. Even if you lay down here, no one will say anything.

I looked around the battlefield. Come to think of it, wasn’t there a martial artist? Come to think of it, it didn’t seem strange that the guy with no weapons had died a long time ago. When he thought about it, the thought of his vigil made his heart ache.

How nice it would be if the dead stood vigil instead of the white bone jingpo in the yard where taxes were collected even in the white bone.

“Yaaaaa!!”

At that moment, a scream that seemed to split the heavens and earth was heard. Five? I looked at it with anticipation, wondering if Mutuga was holding it all down with his fists.

“Kreaaaaa!”

It wasn’t a cheer, it was just a scream. Fuck that shit

This Mutuga bastard had no weapon, so he was beaten and beaten one-sidedly. It was a truly amazing asshole. It’s not a real Gura, it’s an Amazing Ashhole. I wonder if I should praise him for not being dead so far, his whole body covered in blood.

Is this why martial artists are trash jobs? Bastards get sick of bravado, and you and I join the Mutu guild, but if a kid who lives on fighting does n’t even have a weapon, he that’s an idiot. What? Are fists the best weapon? Looking at that bastard now, can you say that?

I always get frustrated whenever I see those babies. My clothes burst when I saw him leaving his good sword and ax behind and punching monsters with his fists.

“Ah, such a madman!”

I tried to join the martial arts. Still, if he dies, there will be a big setback in the vigil. As a bonus, I thought it would be nice to earn about 1 kilometer more. However, as soon as I ran, the opposing bandit seemed to be a little bit aware of it, and quickly ran away.

“Heogee, heogee…”

The martial artist, finally able to catch his breath, let out a rough breath.

Such is the wisdom of survival. It looks like dog shit without a weapon, so it must have been a martial artist as a target, and he ran away as soon as he saw me coming. Smarter than you think That kind of wisdom prolongs life. Purple. That bastard bouncing over there. I’d rather run away than die here.

“Thank you for helping.”
“It was nothing.”

By then, the battle was roughly over. Because most of the bandits had fled. There was no way for bandits or gangsters to stay until the end and fight bravely.

It was concluded that the bandits escaped faster than the adventurers, so the battle ended with the victory of the upper ranks.

“Win!”
“Hurray!”

Still, victory is worthwhile. Everyone cheered. The bandits who escaped like this might call in reinforcements, but is that so? It seemed unlikely. If the bandits were that big, wouldn’t the lords have subdued them long ago?

If it was a platoon level, I wouldn’t know it, but if it was a company level, it would definitely be a subjugation angle.

“Know the dead and wounded!”

At the words of the head of the upper ranks, the work began immediately without having to heal the body exhausted from the battle. In fact, very few people died. It was just that there were more people lying on their backs with serious, mortal wounds.

I supported the injured adventurers and moved them towards the wagon. Judging by the wounds, there seemed to be nothing strange when they searched immediately. There were no healers or doctors here, no priests or nuns who could easily heal. Will he be able to survive at this point, with about two or three days left until the city? I have nothing to say other than sorry.

When the adventurer making the death noise was moved to the wagon, the upper class employees accepted and said they would provide first aid. I handed him over and looked for the wounded again.

“Kuheugh… Buy, save…”

Who else is this time? Looking at the creeper on the ground, it was a bandit drenched in blood. He lifted his face, stricken with various pains, and begged me to save him.

“What about this living bandit!”

I cried out loud and asked.

“Get out of the way, he’s my prey.”
“Okay?”

What appeared was an adventurer with a two-handed ax. If so, the ownership of this bandit would be with him. Somehow, from behind, he made a gesture as if he was raising a two-handed ax high, and for some reason, it seemed that the bandit was crying out, “Please help me!”, But it had nothing to do with me anymore.

Know that he who seeks to deprive others may take away even his own existence his. I think I heard something like that at the Brass Holy Angel Society sermon the other day, but it was exactly the same. It might be a good religion if you know it.

You should not beg for your own life on the subject of killing others and taking property.

If there was such a conscienceless person, it was entirely right to impose the death penalty as punishment.

“Let’s see.”

More than that, I couldn’t stand the pounding anymore.

I’m sure I didn’t throw a stone to kill the captain of the bandit nicely and brilliantly earlier. I couldn’t even guess how much silver the breastplate he was wearing was worth. With that, it would be a matter of time before he was promoted to a D-class adventurer. And where is that only?

The clothes, the weapons, the money he was carrying. Everything is mine
It was when he found the body of the bandit leader while humming a song like that.

Some adventurer was taking off the breastplate of the corpse.

“What else is this bastard?”