Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The next day, he flew using the [transfer gate (gate)] to a place where he could see the city of Hoban from Arian and Laratoia, from where he was aiming for the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Rhoden all the way through repeated transfers with the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimension Move)].

Yesterday I deposited the Elf woman I helped in Hoban with Elder Dylan of Laratoia and left Laratoia tomorrow morning after staying there overnight.

I enjoyed the Ariane family's bath this time and enjoyed a delicious meal, but I don't want to be able to use it there at any time, so it's time to have my own dedicated base somewhere.

It is undeniable that carrying more than a thousand pieces of gold coins in their luggage bags all the time is also a factor that is accelerating their desire.

Glennis, Arian's mother, is told she can come visit whenever she wants, but she can't pepper it and go whenever she really likes.

However, there are certain conditions attached to this, and the proviso will be included if the Ponta is taken.

I just have to take my hat off on that arm that cages women and children.

Such a ponta was sticking on top of the helmet, which was a constant position at all times, and was stretched out looking at a long idle view that switched to moments with a transition.

The distance from Hoban to Wangdu seems to be about two days by carriage, but using the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] it won't take half a day.

Moreover, the scenery around here continues to be a pleasant plain, with all the villages and fields with good views. [Dimensional Stepping (Dimensional Move)] makes it possible to fly a considerable distance by transfer.

However, considering that the streets leading to the Wang capital will be crowded and easy to see, we will transfer the streets slightly off the road.

A large river flows from north to south to the front in no time.

Reflecting the light of the sun falling from the sky to turn it into a belt of light, the river lies its slow flow and draws boundaries on a plain that extends beyond sight.

A huge, circumferentially stretching city, the size of which can be clearly seen even from here, was seen at the end of sight, just beyond the large bridge that was passed to that boundary.

Surrounded by quadruple city walls, its giant city is bigger than any city we have seen since we came to this world, and in the landscape of this overwhelming natural powerful, its appearance as if to hold a man's domain together has become a famous and difficult landscape before our eyes.

"Is this what rolling means..."

One such a grunt leaks out of his mouth looking at the landscape, but Arian, who was next door, leans his neck strangely.

"What's going on?

"No, it's nothing."

Answer Arian's query with a gentle shake of your head and look forward.

Since the sight of Wang Du, he had gone out into the streets, mixed up with other people going down the streets and headed towards Wang Du.

The main reason for Hoban's pursuit of this king's capital, Orav, was to gather information in the future.

The person on hand in the contract of sale of the Elves, whose remaining names are Lundez du Landbalt and Drassos du Barisimon.

In order to explore the information on these two figures, he went after Hoban, whose civil unrest broke out and became politically unstable, to the Wang Capital, where he would gather the most people and information.

The River Rydell, a wide river that flows in front of its king's capital, has a large bridge, and many people and carriages can be seen crossing from afar.

Crossing the bridge would directly enter the Wang capital. The structure is similar to that of Diento, but unlike Diento, the city seemed to spread between the Third and Fourth Street walls at the end of the bridge.

Cross that bridge over the Rydell River, and the city wall of the Wang capital looms in front of you.

The city wall is more than thirty meters high, and its walls, which can be stretched around a plain free of giant trees, like La Latoia, appear to increase its height more conspicuously.

The gate of Wang Du, now visible, is about ten meters wide at the east gate, and the constant entry and exit of many people, carriages, etc., tells the story of the city's luxury.

Arrange in a row of people just next to a row of carriages entering the city, watching the waves of people swallowed up in the gates one after the other, and proceed with the queue for Arian and me to enter the city.

Eventually the line digested up to the front of the guard and their turn came.

The guard man just glimpses this way and shows no particular emotion, opening his mouth with a real stink of words that have been scattered and repeated from earlier.

"ID card, fork is street tax, one sec per person."

To that word, which was clerical, he said nothing, and silently handed over two pieces of silver coins, and the man of the guard showed the gate with his chin and gave him the look of telling him to just go, and then he was in the human response waiting for the next order.

Dive through a huge gate that looks up and enter Aurave, the king's capital of this Rhoden kingdom for the first time.

Beyond the East Gate ran a cobbled street about the same width as the gate, with shops lined up on both sides, and the way a number of people went between them was a sight reminiscent of a huge shopping district.

The people who go to each other wrap their various outfits around them and serve to add flowers to the bustle of this vibrant king's capital.

Above my head, Ponta tells me that she is peering around the area with such a busy landscape without moving her neck.

Wangdu, which shows such a hustle and bustle, is a problem in any city with a large population. "Fire and bustle are Edo flowers." There was a crowd and crowd who began to hustle on the main streets throughout the city.

A couple of badly patterned, musculoskeletal guys are dressed like they're dealing with one guy and causing it, but I don't care how you look at it, the bad minutes are probably the exact ones that are causing it right now.

The other man wore a turban-like hat on his head, and his mouth could only be seen covering his eyes with that cloth, but his height was over two meters and thirty, and he was jumping one head out of his surroundings. And his upper body is naked, and his forged steely muscles thrive like living armor, weaving a cape-like coat on top of it.

Even though the crowd is made, even from here, a little further away, the man with the giant body releases a presence to the point of being heterogeneity, giving signs that even a hegemony like that of a late century champion is likely to be visionary.

"And, Temehe! You look so big with our shemale!!

It even looks pathetic to hang that turban's end-of-the-century champion in front of him, but there may be an implicit understanding that if he gets licked, he loses.

But the man he was dealing with didn't even remember a few threats to the trinket in front of him, or he just glanced down a little and tried to ignore it and go ahead.

"Temee, you're ignoring me!

The men around him barked at the man in the turban, pulling through the dagger he put on his hips, wondering if blood had gone up on his head at once to that attitude.

The wild horses around them widened the circle they were surrounding with a small scream at the sight of what was likely to be a blade wound sharp.

But the next thing I heard was the screams of the chimps barking at the turban man now. At some point the fleshy turban man was holding his opponent's head one in each hand and slowly began to hang two large men in the air in that ironcloud state.

"Gahhhh!! Head off! Head off!

"Stop!! Stop!!!

Two men cry and cry, but the fingers of the man in the turban eaten into his head relentlessly tighten up and smudge his skull.

The sight of that overly overwhelming difference in force erased the hustle and noise around him, creating a kind of unusual tranquility, and it was thought that the man's skull could still be crushed.

"You!! What are you doing there!!

Then the guards, who heard this noise from the rear of the wild horse, were scratching the crowd, and the surrounding wild horses, who saw the crowd, left to scatter the spider child with us just because they were sorry to wind up.

Returning his gaze, Turban's end-of-century champion, who had tightened up the man until earlier, disappeared at the same time, leaving only two men at his feet who were passing out drooling various things from between his crotches.

"That's a barbaric place..."

Arian sighs in her grey coat as she flaunts her face at the smell of dripping things.

"If it's a little barbaric and a lot of people, it's easy to get into it, it's convenient for us."

Far enough away from the noisy spot Arian and I had while having such a conversation.

"Let's start by taking an inn somewhere and splitting it up from there and exploring the information…"

"Right..."

Ariane, who was ungrateful to the crowd, has also given his consent when he told the guards that he was going to go all over the city and talk about his plans for the future.

Walk down the boulevard for a while, grab one passerby who was nearby and ask for the way.

"I'm sorry, but I'm looking for an inn. Don't you know where it is?

"Huh? Oh, uh... well, if you're a knight, shouldn't you go to the Second District?

The young man, suddenly spoken to by a strange armored knight, turned his eyes round and responded even as he ate the bubbles.

The youth story says that the Fourth District, which is now exactly a neighborhood of the common people, has a neighborhood where people of high stature and wealthy people live so close to the central royal castle.

However, the First District seems to be an aristocratic city, and it was said that ordinary people rarely can dive through the gates of the First Street Wall.

After thanking the youth and breaking up with them to hold a piece of silver coin, go further down the boulevard alongside Arian.

This boulevard, which stretches from the East Gate, runs all the way to the Second District and arrives at the gate of the Third Street Wall as soon as it can be moved straight to the center of the city.

The Third Street Wall is about twenty meters high, but still quite splendid city walls continue to the left and right. Underneath the city walls, there are a number of dewstores, all the while looking under the guard of Lower Town.

At the gate of the Third Street Wall, the guards are only standing on either side, and there is no particular censorship. When we crossed the gate, the noise and noise of the earlier clutter turned into something a little calm, but as usual, the number of people remained the same.

However, the Fourth Street was almost a wooden house, but there were more stone houses from the Third Street, creating a slightly more spicy setting.

It was only noticeable to go to a luxurious location in the middle of the city, so the inn was to be looked for in the Third District.

Moving off the boulevard and onto the sidewalk of the shop lined up along the street, a large waterway flows along the back of the street, with canoes like gondolas carrying luggage and people crossing that waterway, a Venetian sight if you just look at it there.

A stone bridge is passed over the boat's crossing waterway, across which the residential area is expanded.

In addition to the inn, there are also liquor stores and restaurants serving meals, not as busy as the main street, but this area is also crowded with people.

I entered a small, beautiful three-story inn built in there, and when I took two rooms with myself and Arian, I went outside again.

In the meantime, the inn was decided this evening, so the rest was to gather information all over the city, and Arian and I broke up in front of the inn and walked out into the city.

Because the city is so much bigger than it has ever been, we decided to walk near the main street where the easy way to understand is not to get lost.

Besides, I don't think I can get a lot of information when I go in the alley or anything, and... I go out on the boulevard with such an excuse for myself in my heart.

Besides, I don't think there's going to be a lot of hard work in this gathering of information.

Whatever. Hourish du Hoban was a nobleman in receipt of the name Hoban, if you're going with this idea, the other two are likely to have a named possession as well.

In other words, you just need to take possession of the name Landbart and Barisimon, or the name of the city.

That would probably be the shortest way to ask a merchant about a race that knows most about that kind of thing.

I think there was a good place just along the road I went to find the inn earlier.

Once again, he crosses the Third Street Wall and turns to the corner along the outdoor city wall.

Many dewstores in the place now deal with vegetables and other bluefruits, and the ponta affixed over their heads is reacting with an interesting wave of tail.

"Ki-yun!

There was a store where Ponta responded greatly at the moment as she walked through such an outdoor store chilled.

In front of that dewstore where one old man weighs out the dried berries he put in the barrel, the smell of sweet and sour berries seemed to irritate Ponta's nose a lot.

"Old body, shall I have two glasses? The product is in this..."

That's what I say. I take a leather sachet out of my luggage bag and hand it to an old man who runs an open-air business in front of me.

"Heh. Every time. Oh, knight."

The old man moves slowly, wrapping the dried berries in the barrel in a vessel and putting them in a leather bag.

"Sometimes an old body. I'd like to ask you a few questions, do you know of any landbart, or barisimon, or city around here?

The old man nodded loudly as he remembered something when he tilted his neck slightly with a twisted vessel in his hand.

"Oh, Landbart would know. The harbour city is called Landbart, just down the west street from this king's capital."

"Ho? West. And how far is it?

The old man lays his vessel on a barrel, arms together, wrinkles between his eyebrows and stares at the universe.

"Uh-oh, I wonder if it was just a six-day ride by carriage..."

Six days in the carriage, you mean quite a distance...

"Does another Ballissimon sound familiar to you?

"Nah, I haven't heard of it yet."

He was an old man staring at the universe for a while, but he shook his head and sighed.

"Right. I'm sorry, old man. This is a thank you."

I received two dried berries and let the old man grip five pieces of silver coins along with the information fee.

The old man at the dew shop rounded his eyes, but soon made a full grin on his toothless mouth.

Leaving the dewstore, I went around the other dewstores doing dried berries to Ponta and asked about Ballissimon, but no one knew the name.

Landbart's intel was gathered at the end of the story, but we have no information on Barisimon. I was inadvertently called from behind when I was wondering if I had made any prerequisites wrong.

"Long time no see"

Looking back, there stood someone there who I remember seeing somewhere.