Former General Is Undead Knight

Lambert, who devastated an organization of 'earthspiders' nesting in Dark Street Dredda after a single effort to gather information, was looking into the Dark Street Arena based on the clues he had gained there.

There was no particular information kept secret about the arena.

Originally huge enough to occupy the corner of the Dark City, it didn't seem like it was built with the intention of hiding it.

As Erik told me it was all the successful people in this city who would let them in as spectators, it seemed to require a lot of entrance fees.

However, it appeared that the combatant's mortality rate was high and it did not seem difficult to enter as a fighter.

"I see... I'm partitioning the facade arena, should I go meet a guy named Maggot?

Lambert had caught a man claiming to be an informant at a dark city dewstore and was asking him about the city's insights.

"Oh, yeah. But I don't recommend it. The majority of the defeated fighters are killed by their opponents and die. Zara says they kill each other many times a day. Even if he was dying in a last-minute game. The format of the arena changes with one Maggot mood"

The informant smiled nasty and kerakera after a deliberately miserable look on his face.

"Which way, only a guy who's used to fighting can survive. And even a man who can fight, if he's going to be there, it's better to belong to a doomsday organization."

"I have confidence in my arms"

Lambert says, holding his head down like an informer stunned, white-mouthed, "Oh, that's comforting," he said.

"... unless you need a lot of money or something. If you keep winning as a fighter, you'll get an amount of money in no time that won't arrive that you've worked seriously your whole life. Later, he buys grudges of bad guys in this city and runs into the arena. If you let them in as fighters, they won't be able to help you. On the contrary, some people can order you to send them to the arena from the organization."

"Can't you hand out the outside organization?

"Oh, Maggot himself, he's a pretty dangerous man. He used to be a leading magician in the service of the great nobility, but he said he had a homicidal habit and could no longer be in the world of the table. The arena itself, several major organizations in this city are working together to establish it. No matter what background the fighter has, every organization has a tacit understanding of Notouch. Being a gambler can be a big problem if something discredits the arena."

"… are several key organisations working together to establish them? Well, there were places like this, they were blind spots."

Lambert was searching for someone who was the ruler of Dark City Dredda.

But wherever I explored it, the Dark City was just a story of multiple armed groups pulling together and no clear top existed.

But here it is.

A place where major Dark City organizations refrain from strife and gather at one point.

In this form of arena, it would not be at all unnatural if executives from more than one major organization were brought together.

There may be someone behind the arena who gathers the heads of multiple organizations and gives instructions and cows this dark city, The Witch Without a Neck.

"One more thing I want to make sure of. You know that silver-haired, man-winning woman? You must be dressed in a floating, flashy, beautiful way in this city."

Lambert grabbed one gold coin and placed it on an old desk.

The informer nods contentedly.

"... of silver hair, beautifully dressed? Is that a woman named Charles?

"Well, that's right. Did you know?"

"... I'm just a little bit of a famous odd guy, but the truth is, he's been to me too. She was a strange woman. Luxurious, but good at swordsmanship like no other in the neighborhood. Too much manners, so there shouldn't be much in action."

Charles was talking about receiving a swordsmanship guide from Troinia, a family of swordsmen who have served the Count family for generations.

I didn't know, however, that she stood as good an arm as the informant feared.

"That woman... I know something unusual about this city. I was much more familiar with the power relations of the armed groups than I was. I was plagiarizing, but I couldn't help but be creepy."

"Hmm...?

Charles seemed to have left the Count's mansion several times to come to the Dark Street to investigate, but it was a strange story that he was more familiar with the details than the informants who lived in the Dark Street alone.

I thought I might have heard something more than Count Percilis, my father-in-law, but I immediately dismissed the idea.

Count Perciris has abandoned the Dark City investigation in half.

I don't think he could have given Charles knowledge of the Dark City.

"... was Charles successfully in contact with a heavy town in the Dark City during the investigation?

Behind Lambert's brain, a silver-haired girl's face appeared.

If you are a Gorotsky opponent who has certainly never properly taught swordsmanship, then maybe Charles can't even overwhelm you using swordsmanship taught by Troinia.

But I didn't think she was that good at investigative skills.

"... than that, I'm looking for her. Don't you know where we're going?

"Unfortunately, I don't know about that one. I've seen her a long time ago."

"Right..."

But I had an idea where Charles was headed.

Charles said so, saying that there might be a witch in the arena.

It is likely that she also headed to the arena.

"Anything else I want to ask..."

"No, it's enough. After that, I'll go explore the arena directly."

"... as a fighter, huh? So unless you want a lot of money in a hurry, or you want me to buy a grudge from your organization and hide it, that's not the place to go."

"Resentment, huh? Speaking of which, I just bought it."

Lambert groans pompously.

"... dude, what have you done? Leave me out of this."

"I've just come to destroy the 'earthspider', I'm afraid I'll buy a grudge against the rest of you. Maybe it was just fine."

"... hey, you don't say that in a joke." Earthspider "is a massive organization, I don't know where the constituents are. If they ask, it'll matter. If they lick it, it's over."

The informant shivers his body when he hits it.

Apparently, there was no 'earthspider' story in at the informant's yet.

(Can I refer to you, what about this guy?

Lambert was distrustful of the slowness of the informant's information.

Sure, it hasn't been as long, but it should have been important.

Shouldn't we be getting information from some handover?

... In fact, however, there was a background to the 'earthspider' raid by Lambert that the incident that took place was too unrealistic to convey information and did not permeate the dark streets.

"Then I'll let you go around here. information, thank you."

Lambert took out a red bag stained with blood and placed it on his desk.

The recoil scattered gold coins from inside.

The informant changed the color of his eyes, knocked down the chair and stood up.

Due to the size of the bag, it was packed more than ten times the amount of the market.

"Hey, what's this?

"It's a gratuity I've prepared for this one. It seems superfluous, but it's a hassle to carry any more."

"Hey... this blood, isn't it new? Where the hell did you bring this from?

Gold coins were hidden in the 'Spider's Nest', the stronghold of the 'Earthspider'.

Erik discovered it brilliantly, so Lambert also scratched it properly to hit the informant.

"I just picked it up. Are you anxious I don't know where you're coming from? For living here, I care about the little things"

That's all Lambert says and leaves with his back to him.

Destination was the Dark Street Arena.