Chapter 325 – Young Chick Adventure Group -2-

Even if it has the power to split a person’s waist with a single knife.

Possessing the boldness to execute without hesitation is a completely different talent.

When seen in the past, Rike and Chloe were unique cases that did not hesitate to wield weapons, contrary to their everyday impressions.

Whether it is due to a skill, an artifact, or a mindset resulting from an incident.

It is a talent that stands out in the sense that it was done without any kind of relationship.

‘Rike and Chloe are amazing, and this was a natural reaction at first.’

A dry spit swallows at the sight of a dagger.

Unless you have experience, it is common and normal to be nervous like Seria.

“Seria. Adventurers must do their best to avoid regrets.”

“···!”

I wonder if, in my past life, I also had a face like that when I first pointed a gun at my head.

I had the spirit to think I could do anything for money.

The moment I pulled the trigger for the first time, I had quite a few thoughts.

‘It’s ridiculous to say that preparation for murder is a thing.’

There is no need to overdo it now.

Ceria will keep this situation in her head and automatically recall it when she enters the dungeon.

Pashuk-

Put the dagger on your waist and get up, pushing on the dirt floor.

The girls’ heads lifted and their eyes met.

“I’ll be back, so keep your ears open and focus on the conversation. Especially Seria.”

I checked the girl who was nodding with a stiff expression and approached the group where she was.

Jerk. Jerk. Jerk.

As I got closer, I could smell the strong scent of sleeping herb.

Just looking at the direction where the three of us are sitting, the purpose is so clear that it makes me laugh.

“Young man! I didn’t know the wind would blow there. We’re insomniacs, so it was rude.”

“···.”

The middle-aged man, who seemed to be the oldest, stood up smiling, as if he had read the intention and mood.

A skillful attitude of voluntarily admitting a mistake and trying to somehow explain it away with a smile.

It wasn’t a gesture that was done once or twice just by looking at the reading.

“Oh my! These muscles?! What do I eat to make my forearms as thick as logs?”

Pretending to be friendly, giving compliments, and being friendly creates an ambiguous atmosphere in which it is difficult to get angry or use force.

Roman asked, swatting away the man’s hand trying to touch his arm with an exaggerated gesture.

“Adventurers? Or mercenaries?”

Seeing that the middle-aged person was identified, I expected that there would be no stabbings right away.

He touched his rough beard and pointed towards the bonfire.

“As you can see, we are adventurers. We were leaving the border territory and heading to the capital. As adventurers live with only one dream in mind, isn’t it important where we play?”

“The capital is nearby, so why do we have to camp here?”

“···I’m tired, and if I go into the capital, it’s a waste of money to pay for lodging. If I try to sleep in the alley, the vagrants’ territoriality will hurt me.”

Because of Ricke’s testimony.

My ears were tickled by the number of plausible excuses that came out one after another.

I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled at the man who was smiling kindly.

“So.”

“Um, do you still have any questions? It’s time for us to sleep now, so I hope you understand.”

The last question.

I once saw men sitting at a campfire.

My gaze was focused on the middle-aged person standing in front of me.

“How many people have eaten it this way?”

“What do you mean? You’re eating it… I know you’re angry because we made a mistake, but why don’t you be more careful about what you say?”

They are leftovers that should not be dealt with in the first place.

Those people who, if you saw them passing by, would just blow holes in their bones and turn them into food for monsters and beasts.

This situation that a girl named Seria is seeing right now.

For them, it will also be an opportunity and good luck for them to repent cleanly.

“You guys are lucky. You can survive for a short time by becoming a teaching aid, and since you have eyes to see, I have no intention of killing you in such a cruel way.”

These words are no different from Roman’s declaration of war.

The startled man jumped backwards.

“···Sheesh!”

I had no intention of letting go from the beginning.

At the same time that thought arrived, the middle-aged man tried to grab the sword hanging at his waist.

Sigh-

He pushed his foot back and raised his sword.

‘?’

The handle of the sword, which was supposed to be pulled out with a sharp sound, was not pulled.

‘What on earth…?’

Unable to overcome my nervousness and frustration, I took my eyes off the enemy.

Only when you come down do you face reality.

“···.”

When was it cut off?

A lie-like scene where the wrist is empty.

The severed hand was lying on the dirt floor, and red blood was flowing.

“Aaaaahhh-!!!”

The man fell down from his seat.

The two behind them jumped up and drew their weapons.

One sword and one bow.

Sreung!

“Schroeder!!”
“Fuck…! Let’s just stab it!”

Arrows were raised in protest, and the blader sleeping in its scabbard got a chance to drink the moonlight.

“You don’t need three… One guy with a good mouth is enough.”

Jang!

Roman’s fingers broke the dagger’s blade in half.

The pieces of iron that had lost their integrity left his hands and split the night air.

Pop! Pop!

One is like holding a sword.

The archer’s head was split open before he could let go of the taut strings, and he died.

“Huhhhhh…!!”

An unrealistic situation that unfolds before your eyes.

The man who was whimpering while holding his wrist, Schroeder, briefly forgot the pain at the sight.

“If you have insomnia, you need to take medication. Why are you openly setting me on fire and spouting such nonsense?”

“S-sorry… Ugh!”

Schröder just got his chest stepped on.

I couldn’t move as if my whole body was paralyzed by Roman’s gaze.

“Come here, both of you.”

Rike calmly got up from the bonfire and approached.

Ceria pursed her lips, seeming reluctant beyond her complexities.

‘But I still have to do it.’

It feels like an act of staining the heart of a girl who wanted to have a fun adventure as an adventurer, and it leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

The two girls came closer, glanced at Schroeder, then turned their gaze to Roman.

“Even if it’s harmless to both of you, it’s good to know about sleeping weed.”

Sleeping herb is a medicinal herb that individuals are not allowed to possess from the beginning.

If it is for legal use, alchemists and wizards use it as medicine with permission from the empire.

Most of the uses of sleeping weed distributed illegally in the back alleys are the same as now.

“When you burn it, it emits a sweet smell like before, but the moment you inhale it as if it smells good, an ordinary person can’t resist and falls asleep.”

Crack!

“Kruk…!!”

As Roman’s foot moved up to his solar plexus, the sound of his bones shifting was heard.

“There are people who sneak things into houses to steal, and there are also trash who try to rape women.”

Seria’s expression crumpled when she heard that it was one of the more common methods than expected.

I hastily asked a question to the faces that came to mind.

“Ho, do you guys know about sleeping weed?”

Depending on the answer, I plan to return to deliver the news.

“Lilyne and Alice are, contrary to appearances, veteran adventurers and wizards. They know more about medicinal herbs than I do, so they will be able to teach you better about what they have.”

“Phew…”

Ceria let out a deep breath, relieved.

“Even though the two people show a soft and kind appearance in their daily lives, there are many incidents and days they have experienced. I just don’t mention the dirty incidents.”

“···.”

“It’s so easy to meet someone right away. You have no idea how many women they have humiliated and filled with dreamy newcomers with these guys, who are embarrassing to even call bugs.”

As the gazes of the girls looking down began to sting, Schroeder began to struggle somehow.

“Well, by chance, I had a chance to get a sleeping plant, so I tried it as a joke!!”

“Oh, really? I also want to accidentally stab myself in the neck with a knife. Can I play around with it?”

Crash.

A new dagger appeared in my hand, no matter where I pulled it from.

Schroeder’s eyes became moist.

“Forgive me… I will never, ever do that again!! When I die, my daughter waiting in the estate and my wife lying in the hospital… Hehe!”

Tears pouring down as if a faucet had been turned on.

The acting was truly amazing.

However.

“Whatever.”

“···Yes?”

The tears that had been flowing so obscenely stopped.

In my mind, these have already been defined as crocodile tears, so I have no emotion whatsoever.

“You know, but it’s all lies.”

As Rike helped her with her words and confirmed her decision, her standing feet began to gain strength.

Pop! Teudddeuk!

“Grrrr…”

Roman’s boot dug into Schroeder’s chest, pressing heavily on it.

His bones were crushed and blood flowed from his screaming mouth.

Middle-aged life came to an end with ridiculous ease.

Sigh!

Finally, he throws the dagger and lodges it in his neck.

The boots were wiped clean by rubbing them against the dirt floor.

“Seria.”

“···Yes, yes!”

“I’m not saying that you should pile up hatred by saying that most humans are trash and that they want to eat your back. There are good people like everyone in the mansion, and there are also upright adventurers like Lark who are a bit lacking.”

Ceria, who had regained her composure by taking deep breaths, nodded her head slightly.

“But.”

Eyes waiting for my mouth to open.

The tension of having to listen rather than wanting to listen was in Seria’s mind.

“In order to live as an adventurer, killing is not an option but a necessity. Let’s be aware of that and not ignore it.”

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Ceria, who was responsible for her vitality, lost her energy.

The atmosphere was completely different from when we started.

Even after Roman threw away the body and roughly disposed of it, it was time to prepare a meal.

Ceria took a few spoonfuls without saying a word and did not eat any more.

She prepared a bed for herself with a luxurious sleeping bag.

Unlike Rike, Ceria did not know to leave her campfire until dawn.

“···.”

Roman returned from training nearby.

He sat across from Seria, who was staring blankly at the fire.

“Can’t you sleep?”

“Yes···.”

Looking at Ceria’s face, she seemed to have been so shocked that her conscience prickled.

I think that if she got a wound because of my advice, she should put some medicine on it and put a bandage on it.

“Then shall we talk?”