Coming in with the anger was a bald-headed man in a cassock unlike this place.
Unlike what Zem wears, it's a dark blue cassock. If it is black, it shows that he is a cleric who serves the god of heaven, Medler, and dark blue shows that he serves the god of encounter, Lowell.
And like Zem, there's no cross around his neck that a cleric should be hanging. It was evidence of being broken.
But what stands out more than those are:
"... you guys are strong"
"No, I guess it's about you...... You're a priest with that body."
It's amazing.
From the two arms and neck muscles that glimpse slightly from the cassock, you can see the meat forged up like steel.
This is not good.
There was a man's foot that stomped heavily right in front of all of them the moment the fear of Tsukuri ran through Nick's back. I spotted Nick's tour and stuffed the distance by poking at him for just a moment. I don't know if it's magic or physical. Either way, it's a terrible speed. Might be comparable to advanced adventurers.
"Ku......!
It was Karan who was able to react.
I give up the attack and set up my dragonbone sword like a shield, trying to protect everyone.
The dragonbone sword is affixed perfectly to the man's palm.
We were stationary with each other, but extremely dangerous.
If you are hand-worked, you can convey magic and arm power intact and deal deadly damage to Karan. But then they won't all shut up. Immediately Nick is going to stick a knife up his chest. A hint of silence descends.
"... of any shemale. You're neutral."
"Wait, wait. We're not residents here. I'm here to tie up my bounty neck."
When Nick says so, the man glances at Hale.
Hale looked away at first glance.
"What did Hale do"
"Except for the murder, I guess I did. Fraud and the slave trade seem certain. And the prize money hangs exactly."
"Oh, my God... at all, you fool"
The man groaned to throw up and loosely untied his stand and his will.
Relaxed air flows to Nick and the others.
Deep wounds and fatal injuries had to be prepared, even if you would not lose if you went into battle like this.
"Dr. Nargarva, I need your help!
"Non can cure injuries and illnesses, but he can't clean them to the point of sin. There is no way to shelter the bounty bearers face to face. If they catch you, they'll kill you, the other patients."
"Damn it!"
Nargarva, all the survivors were familiar with the name.
Advice when entering the entrance to the construction abandonment area.
"Don't get your hands on Dr. Nargarva," he said.
"Um, is that good enough that you're turning me in?
"There's nothing I can do about it, and I guess this guy actually did something wrong. Most of those who arrive here have scratches on their shins. If you have to pay for it, there's no reason to hold it back."
Nargarva says, um, boringly.
"Nevertheless, this one is a patient of Nong. If I can't go back long, I just want to treat you one last time."
"Ha... what treatment?
"It's yellow ghost disease. Hale, do you have any coughs or nausea?
Yellow ghost disease is one of the sexually transmitted diseases that spreads across labyrinth cities.
An illness with long lasting symptoms like a severe cold, children and old people are at risk anyway if you are an adult.
Zem has also been treated several times. It is never a good disease to take lightly.
It was the woman held by Hale who angered me when I heard the name of the disease.
"Heh, Hale! So you were getting sick!? Hey......!
"Ugh! I think I might have moved it in front of you!
"No, no! Not me! Don't impersonate people...!
The woman protests half crying.
Hale sighed like she'd never seen it.
On the spot, signs of deliberate anger leaked.
Not from anyone.
It's from all the [survivors].
"No. These people here are like this. If you're a bounty hunter, stick it out to your guild and that's fine. The woman there will be checked out by Noon."
Nargava disappeared.
"Anyway, both of you, let's give them the pills. Drink as soon as you feel cold."
"Then help me..."
"Bad forelife. I told you there was nothing you could do."
But Nargarva seriously checked Hale out instead of abandoning herself.
"... you won't make it worse. Take whatever you want."
And I honestly handed over a serious patient to Nick and the others.
Unexpectedly, a question arose from Nick's mouth.
"Are you sure it's good?
"What?
"No... if we take this guy, the treatment could go to waste."
To Nick's words, Nargarva laughed furiously.
"Hey kid. That's..."
"No, Mr. Nick, that's not true"
There, Zem pinched his mouth.
"No one knows if it's for nothing or not. A worse sin could be revealed and put to death. Or you could end up dead in jail with some other prisoner."
"Oh, hey, stop talking ominous!
Hale protests hastily.
But Zem kept talking without worrying.
"But sometimes you may be found guilty of a wrongful crime and released, or you may be lucky enough to lead a peaceful prison life. Or it could be that suddenly the king collapses and a new king is born and an amnesty comes. It's a story I can't help but think about whether it's for nothing or not. If we talk more extreme, humans are the ones who die sooner or later. Even if you say that the treatment in front of you is pointless because of it, it's a travesty."
"... I see"
Next to Nick impressed, Nargava spoke to Zem with interest.
"You're young. Are you a cleric, too?"
"You've been broken."
"Bye, Noona. I ate a broken gate from the Temple of Lowell."
"Why are you here?
"... the old lady is troublesome. What do you want? Is the bounty hunter the main business?
"I don't work as a cleric. Because I'm an adventurer."
"That would be nice, too"
"Are you going back to being a cleric?
"I don't know what to do. I feel like going back, but I also feel like it's a hassle. Either way, I'm not old enough to change the way I've lived. You can't escape the life of a cleric."
"I'm a dustpan."
"I envy you. I can't... I can't do this."
"So you're treating me here? Isn't it a lot of deductions, such as being able to immediately identify and treat yellow ghost disease?
"I'm here so I can tell right away. I won't tell you."
"It won't be something you'll soon find out."
"Well, experience says things."
It was a conversation where the colour of fatigue seeped through, whilst somewhere pale.
Nick was somewhat unwilling to pinch his mouth in Zem's conversation and watched.
But there was a man with his mouth between them.
"You're a priest in front of me... then why are you a bounty hunter!
That was Hale tied up.
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The liquor store (host club) was really only full of shit.
Thanks to this, Hale had acquired the art of making money, but it was a past that would never be beautified.
In alleys it is often said that "women are scared", "women's enemies are women", etc.
In fact, Hale and I are well aware of the horrors of women.
But the man is more than that.
For Hale, a woman is a prey and a commodity, but a man was an enemy at the same time as a guest.
Not only does it simply kick a punch, but it comes in as many shady ways as a woman.
The liquor store (host club) is highly competitive.
We take sales away, we take customers away.
But the most common thing is pulling each other's legs.
If you get caught off guard, you'll be knocked down to the bottom.
It's similar outside the tavern (host club).
The adventurer, the jerk, the jerk, the person in his or her identity, deludes, lies and silences him or her with violence, with the face that there is a good breeze, etc.
One of the most untrustworthy of them was the person with the face of being clean and white, etc.
Clerics are especially terrible.
On the table, some clerics bought and fished women while making noble theories in the church.
There were people who borrowed money at high interest rates.
Some people don't thread money, but often orders don't sound like customers.
The man in front of you who's gonna stop himself on the bounty hunter right now must be one of those guys.
Eighty or ninety percent of what Hale suspects are guilty of is true. You'll be eating stinky rice for a long time. You can at least say enough to distort the man's face in front of you. Such self-immolation smoothed Hale's mouth and tongue.
"Heh, can't you answer that? A bounty hunter priest."
"I'm not a cleric in the first place. He was a former cleric, and now he's transferred to an adventurer. Is there a problem?
But Zem didn't even hang it on his teeth in Hale's complaint.
"He's a ruthless bastard. There's a lot of translation for the people who are here. If you call yourself a former cleric, that makes sense."
"Yeah, I wouldn't deny it."
"Then it's like you're selling your people in front of you. Apprentice Dr. Nargarva. Do you have any heartache, huh?
"... Interesting, you"
"Oh?"
Hale's collar was grabbed by Zem's hand.
I saw each other.
I couldn't distract him for some reason.
Something creepy and cold runs through Hale's back.
"Put yourself on the shelf. I want others to know whether they are saints or not. What do you think when you fall for a woman? Feel the hindsight? What about disloyalty or pleasure? Or is it just business? Did someone ever help you when you were the victim of someone tricking you the other way around?
And you know what?
Hale turned around and told him to throw up.
But it didn't reach Zem like that.
"By and large, it has something to do with it...! Dr. Nargarva, if you've healed me, do nothing for the clergyman!
"You feel good. I don't like to cure people for free either."
"Ha, that's the priest."
"Because I was a cleric. Always bothered when healing people for free. Was the man who healed and saved worth it? Wasting saved lives and laying down sins... may also help such evil deeds. Really, it was a life worth saving, makes me want to poke around... It would be much easier to get a consideration for change or anything if you were to be imprisoned by such a suspicious demon. The pro bono imposition is horrible. Don't you agree?
Hale is the one who's exploited the humans who've given him the charity.
I've laughed with my nose at the hatred and despair on the giving side.
But I can't laugh right now for some reason.
"I want answers. Are you the foolish bastard that humans like you are, just emotionally insensitive, or the victim to be saved who had no choice but to immerse himself in vice? Which one is it?
It's not like a feminine stupidity that just spills the spiciness of the world.
Seriously, I'm asking such a zen question.
What's the point?
For what?
Hale didn't know what it meant.
"Damn, what...?
"Answer me... what are you!
The voice, horrible as hell.
Hale remembered her childhood in agony and fear.