My Demons - Chapter 40



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My Villains Episode 040

11. Secret passage (1)

Grania and Arnal had good physical strength as mercenaries, and Luke, as he confidently said, was as healthy as most young people.

Maybe that’s why, even though all three were carrying fairly heavy luggage, they all seemed to walk very lightly.

Thanks to the increase in companions, Ellen was only carrying a small backpack in addition to her sling bag.

It was mainly light medicine such as bandages, hemostats, ointments, and various antidotes, so it wouldn’t be that heavy.

However, as the search time went on, the light steps gradually became heavier.

My shoulders slumped, my gaze was directed to the floor, and my reaction to the occasional noise became dull.

On the other hand, my senses became increasingly sharper. This is because I had to stand in the lead while looking at the map, while at the same time keeping watch in all directions for my tired colleagues.

Thanks to my sharpened senses, I was able to detect a suspicious presence even among the sound of footsteps.

“for a moment.”

After signaling to my colleagues who had stopped with puzzled expressions to be quiet, I closed my eyes and listened.

For a moment, I heard a humming echo in the distance, and I pressed my ear to the wall.

“Fuck you.”

“Shut up — get hit —

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I could hear a few words, but it was impossible to figure out exactly what was being said.

I guessed the direction the voice was coming from and then turned to my colleagues.

“It’s a person. “At least two people.”

“person? “Are you a mercenary?”

In response to Arnal’s muttering, I asked Grania a question.

“Are there any mercenaries other than us who received a request from the castle lord?”

“As far as I know, there isn’t one.”

“Not one?”

“huh. After all, the reason we received the request in the first place was with the expectation of receiving your cooperation. “There is no need to send down mercenaries of great skill when we are already short on troops.”

Mr. Luke, who was stroking his clean-shaven chin, opened his mouth with a cautious expression.

“This morning, it seemed like they were slowly controlling access to the sewer. There is no way the soldiers came down… .”

As Mr. Luke trailed off, I put my ear to the wall again and listened to the unknown singer.

The conversation must have stopped, so I couldn’t hear any more words, but the sound of footsteps, which was louder than before, made me guess that they were passing nearby.

“•••It looks like it’s heading west.”

“West? But there… .”

I continued to listen and handed Grania the blueprint. Grania, who was mumbling something strange, carefully unfolded the blueprint and furrowed her brows.

“There are three stairs going from the 4th floor to the 3rd floor… “The stairs in the northwest have collapsed, so the only ones left are one in the south and one in the northeast.”

“That means it’s not going up.”

“then,”

“Let’s follow along.”

The faces of my colleagues hardened for a moment at the gentle suggestion.

This is probably because they know full well that unidentified humans are more threatening than corpse bugs, zombies, or rat men. But I pretended not to see their expressions and continued speaking.

“This is already the third time I’ve been down in the sewers, but this is the first time I’ve met other people. “I need to check what the situation is.”

“Maybe they are vagabonds? “I think I heard a rumor that people who commit crimes in town live underground.”

Arnal’s words were plausible, but I firmly shook my head.

“Well, I guess I’ll be hiding on the 2nd or 3rd floor. Why would I come down to the 4th floor? “It’s not that easy living in the realm of rat men.” Oh, little by little, the sound of footsteps becomes fainter. I need to hurry… .

“Let’s get moving first. “I have an idea what kind of people they are.”

“Nigimi.”

A man with a red bandana on his head and a short cape on his shoulders cursed quietly. Then those who followed began to pay attention.

“You’re just like a dog.”

The voice was small enough to be speaking to someone, but loud enough to be talking to oneself.

The bald man, who had been subordinate to the man in the red hood, or rather, ‘Torvald the Quick-Foot’ for quite some time, knew well that now was the time to step forward. So he asked in a cautious manner.

“What makes you uncomfortable, Torvald?”

“Are you uncomfortable? Cancer, it’s uncomfortable. “The thought of going back to that damn pigsty makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be too disappointed. Sooner or later, when the city leaves, I can enjoy it to the fullest.

“Won’t you?”

Despite the bald man’s words, Torvald only frowned and grunted.

“Fuck you, you don’t know anything. Do you think there will still be things to enjoy even after the city falls? “Good food, soft women, and expensive treasures all become trash in the hands of thieves.”

Barely swallowing the words, ‘Isn’t Torvald a thief too?’, Bald Lee smiled awkwardly and answered.

“Didn’t you hear the boss, or rather the baron, give a speech last time? It looks like he’s planning on just sitting here… “It’s a sword that won’t make you feel like a farmer is eating you up.”

“There are well over a thousand of us alone, but imagine if pirates come crawling in as well. Nigimi, can you control it? “I’m glad I didn’t get stabbed.”

Torvald, who was grumbling, felt sick for no reason and spat out.

‘What about rank and what? ‘What’s the use of it all?’

Torvald was tired of living as an outlaw.

It was normal to get stabbed in the back, and if you couldn’t sleep, you could become food for a monster.

We had to worry that the noble families would raise a punitive force, and we had to worry that the vicious leader would gouge out our eyes as a joke.

Torvald was a vicious criminal who killed people like he was eating food, but he longed for a stable life. It was his dream to open a store inside a strong castle.

‘If I had a big bar, I could hang out and eat for the rest of my life.’

The reason I fell into this delusion while passing through a dark and damp sewer was because of the memories of last night.

Torvald delivered the letter to the insider in South Harbor.

The informant was quite wealthy, and he hid Torvald and his men in his mansion, providing them with good wine, rich food, and a satisfactory bed.

The foolish subordinates just giggled and enjoyed the unexpected treat. But even in the midst of his happiness, Torvald felt pain.

This is because he knew that good people, the order that ensures safety, and the tension that was released like a thread were just a one-night dream to him.

‘•••okay. If we take over the city this time, we’ll have to make a big splash. I have to go to Miter Legeland. It may not make sense, but if you have enough gold… .’

When Torvald’s plan to settle in a new land was roughly completed, the magic bandits arrived at their destination.

“Torvald, can I open it?”

“I sat down to ask something. “Pick it up quickly.”

“yep.”

The eight subordinates, including the bald one, began fumbling along the sewer wall as if they had been waiting.

He shined a torch to find a crack in the wall and pulled out an iron nail as long as the palm of his hand.

When the number of iron nails pulled out reached twelve, Torvald, who had been leaning his back against the wall in silence, suddenly let out a low shout.

“Shh! “Everyone stop!”

The subordinates, who were in a posture as if they were going to tear off a stone wall, immediately stopped their movements.

As Torvald darted his eyes here and there and pulled out the sword from his belt, the bald man asked a question in a whispering voice.

“Is he a rat man?”

“No, not Ratman.”

Noticing Torvald’s eyes shining with tension, the bald frowned for a moment and whispered again.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just move on? If you work in a hurry, it will close in an instant… .”

“No, no.”

Torvald’s eyes shined sharply and he took out a small glass bottle from his arms.

“You might get stepped on. Everyone turn off your torches.”

The bald man read the determination in Torvald’s expression and pulled out a javelin from behind his back.

Other magic bandits who saw this threw torches into the central waterway and took out their own weapons.

The sewer passageway, where the nine men stood, fell into silence.

The magic bandits did not move, just rolled their eyes and looked in all directions.

Although the iris was as large as it could be, it was difficult to secure visibility in the basement where there was no light coming in.

Torvald also knew this well, so he quickly drank the contents of the glass bottle. Then his eyes began to glow light green and see through the darkness.

However, to put that arrangement in vain, lights began to flicker along with the faint sound of footsteps beyond the dark passage.

Jump and jump.

“Tsk

When Torvald let out a short sound of wind, four magic bandits, led by Bald Head, carefully moved in the direction from which they heard the sign.

The magic bandits stopped at the corner and waited for their master with bated breath.

However, the sound of footsteps was so slow that it was frustrating rather than leisurely.

Thanks to this, the bald head was able to count the number of people approaching, and soon became convinced that there were three of them.

“Tsk tsk

Torvald also seemed to have noticed this, so he sent a signal to two nearby subordinates and had them join him towards the bald head.

Now the number of magic enemies lurking around the corner is six. It was a matter of two people taking care of each other one by one, waiting for the moment to turn the corner.

At that moment, suddenly a sound was heard from behind.

I came here.

Wedge, puck!

“Off!”

One of the two magic enemies next to Torvald fell down with a groan of frustration. Before he knew it, an arrowhead was sticking out of his chest.

Torvald looked back with a shocked expression and shouted loudly.

“Holy shit, back!”

As he shouted, a fireball flew out from behind him. The fireball made a crackling sound at Torvald’s feet and burst into flames.

Grumble!

“What the hell is this!”

“be careful! Stay where you are!”

What appeared to be a fireball in the eyes of the magicians was a flaming Molotov cocktail. As the scarlet flame drove away the darkness, Wen Yin Young appeared.

“Ugh, ugh! “What is that!”

The magician who discovered the seal screamed at the strange appearance.

Inyoung, holding a sword and a shield, was running at breakneck speed with her body lowered as low as possible. His non-human body movements and long, blood-red eyes were extremely strange, but what was even stranger was his clothing.

He wore an iron helmet but was topless, and although he wore vambraces and greaves, his feet were bare. In addition, Inyoung’s sword was shiny dark red as if it had been soaked in his blood.

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Because of the sudden explosion of flames, Torvald’s vision was dizzy with green and red lights mixed here and there.

While the embarrassed Torvald blinked a couple of times, Inyoung rushed at him like an animal and swung his sword, blowing off the head of the magician next to him.

Wow!

“Ouch, damn it!”

Meanwhile, Torvald, who had regained his sight, swung his sword at the strange-looking assailant.

However, the attacker caught Torvald’s Arming Sword with his shield and retreated quickly.

Wedge!

As if he had been waiting, another arrow flew at Torvald.

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Torvald was so skilled that he could act as an executive in a large-scale magic bandit group.

Thanks to this, I managed to twist my shoulder and dodge the arrow flying in the dark.

Phew!

I got stabbed in the side with a knife.

An attacker with animal-like movements took advantage of the opportunity and attacked.

“Ugh, such a nigga-”

Torvald cursed at the terrifying pain he felt in his side.

He desperately slashed with his arming sword, but the attacker deflected the attack with his shield again and swung his sword again.

The ‘Pulsion of Liontooth’, no, the ‘Frozen Waldo of the Lion’s Tooth’, filled with the blood of a Blood Knight, gave off a magical glow.

Wow.

‘Torvald the Quick-Foot’, whose head was split open, rolled around helplessly on the floor.