Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Under the sky, which is staining with a cedar colour, a wind blows in the desolate earth, which makes a dry noise and reaches the ear. The Hibbot wilderness of the reddish-brown earth, which stretches out to the west, increasingly turns its colour red, and to the east you can see the mountains of Calcato and the forests at the foot stained with the colours of the sunset.

In the meantime there was a desolate landscape on just a few plains, and a carriage of carriages towed by a single horse through a street like a single rough road leading there.

A brown-haired, habit-haired man is taking the reins as he sings his nose in a good mood.

In the twenties. The figure of the man there doesn't look so wealthy, although he has a small and beautiful figure. If you look at the various luggage loaded in the wagon that the good young man is driving, you can see that everyone is a young pedestrian.

Next to the wagon that the pedestrian does, a young man of his age and stature is walking to follow it.

He is a mercenary because he consolidates his forged body with leather armor, raises a martial bone sword on his lower back, and carries a small but shield on his back. The young man, scratching his short pruned blonde hair clutterfully and walking to see what was going on around him, called out to the young man of his lord feeling at ease.

"Hey, Raki. It's almost sundown, but was it time for Ura Village?

A pedestrian manipulating a wagon called Raki by a mercenary youth, he similarly glanced around the perimeter, illuminating the scenery and his own memories behind his brain, nodding and showing them.

"Right, we're almost there. What if Bell got in the carriage, too?

"I've already packed a lot of stuff. Plus, I even packed some extra stuff. If you weigh any more, your horse's gonna snap, right?

The young man in that mercenary, called Bell, gently runs through the carriage with his footsteps, turning around and laughing lightly at Raki.

But it was one woman who was rowing a blurry boat in the back of a wagon that responded to Bell's words like that.

"Hey, Belle? That extra baggage isn't about me, is it?

The woman, who bundled her semi-long chestnut hair behind her and dressed like a man, seemed to move easily, stepped herself out of the carrier of the carriage and glanced at the bell, who frowned and went ahead.

"I didn't mean to say anything about Rae. ~? Was it conscious too?

"What the hell?

When Bell laughs and teases wildly, the woman called Rae also returns it in a risky voice.

"Yes, yes! Don't argue with Belle or Rae. I can see the village better than that."

As usual, when Belle and Rae's reward began, they were accustomed to the two of them and told them that the village had been seen at the end of the street where the wagon was headed.

When the two of them turned their gaze forward, the fence surrounding the village at the end of their sight was looking small.

"Finally. East and west of Calcutto. Why is the view so different?"

"It's true, the water I already put in this morning will be empty. We have to hurry to the village before sundown."

Going in front of the carriage, Bell zeroes such stupidity as he exhales, swinging the lightness of the water bottle at hand to make sure Rae returns the gavel to it even from the top of the carrier.

There are two major journeys from Rubierte towards the King's Capital: take the street through the eastern side of the Mount Calcato group or take the western street.

Because the Rydell River flows on the east side and the fertile earth is spreading, there are many villages and cities, as well as many pedestrian streets to follow.

However, the western streets that Raki and the others are now traveling on are only a short distance from the eastern streets to reach the Wang capital, but few villages and cities because the desolate land has spread and there are few suitable places for farmland.

For this reason, there are few people's streets, not even in the streets prescribed by the State, far between villages and villages.

Because of the harsh environment to live in, it tends to feel like there are few animals in sight and few warcraft to feed them. But in fact, it is a more dangerous and alarming journey than on the eastern side because the warcraft that comes down from Mount Calcutto to the forest at the foot and the tough warcraft that emerges from the back of the Hibot wilderness rarely make it out near the streets.

Is it at least a salvation that bandits who frequent the streets on the east side rarely show up on this street?

Approaching the village, the surrounding arable land is spreading fields of relatively dry resistant species, such as beans and grains, around which multiple hollows and earthworms are built, and one can see them barely conserving the realm of man.

Off the street, taking the road while such fields spread, you eventually reach the entrance to the village.

The villagers who were near the entrance try to whisper to each other to see the rare leftovers from a little distance, but there is no particularly exclusive atmosphere.

Rather, it's the wind of the rare pedestrians who go down the street, intrigued by the items loaded on the carrier.

I have to go say hello to the village chief first.

That's what Raki said, pointing the wagon at the village chief's house.

In small villages where the number of villagers does not exceed three hundred, there are almost no inns or the like. For this reason, it was often troublesome to greet the village chief there and get into some empty house or the village chief's house.

Raki was familiar with the village chief because he had visited this village several times when using the street.

When I stopped the carriage in front of the only two-story house in this village near the center of the village and gently slammed the door, an old lady replied from the inside and the door opened.

"It's been a while, Mr. Banda. Is the village chief at home?

Raki carefully lowered her head and grinned at the slightly skinny old woman with her face at the door.

The old woman, called Banda, circled her eyes with a little surprise, but immediately laughed back at Raki.

"Ooh, it's been a while, Raki boy. I didn't think you'd be here."

"It's been a long time, Grandma Banda"

"Long time no see"

Belle and Rae, with their faces coming out from behind Raki, also greeted the old woman known as Banda, and she narrowed her eyes and laughed as well.

"Bellboy and Miss Rae are looking good the same way."

Banda is the wife of Bent, who is the head of this village of Ulla, who has been with him for many years, and both Belle and Rae were familiar with him because he always visited him as Raki's escort.

When the four of them began the public discourse, a voice hung over Banda's shoulder from behind the house.

"Talk to me at the door forever, and get inside. Rakibo, leave the carriage in its usual place."

The old man, with his face out of the back and talking to Raki, has thin head and grey hair, but the face burned in the day has a stern face, and his body is also large.

Though he is over fifty years old in a harsh environment, he doesn't even feel fine dust about things like the fragility characteristic of the old man.

He is the village chief of this village of Ura, Bent.

Rae and Banda, and the village chief Bent, were just talking when Raki and Bell put the wagon in the barn next to the village chief's house and came back with the horse in the stables.

The village chief house is a living room and kitchen with a large dining room next to the stairs that go upstairs, next to which there is a room.

Rae and the others sat in the chair in that living room and surrounded the table with water in a wooden jar.

"Rakhi Boy, did you come down from the north through Blambaina?

Bent, the village chief, asked with a somewhat stiff look as he recommended a chair to Raki, who came into the living room.

Raki nodded at the question a little surprised.

"Yeah, as always, I'm gonna do that."

Blambaina is the largest city in the city along the streets going west of this group of Mount Calcato, and Raki is bound to stop before or after visiting the village of Ulla.

That's not just Raki, almost everyone who goes down the west street once goes for Blambaina.

"What's wrong with Branbeina?

Seeing that Bent, the village chief who heard Raki's answer, and Banda, who was sitting next to him, both frowned, Raki asked if anything had happened to Blambaina, but Bent shook his neck sideways as a method of denial.

"Ainya. As a matter of fact, goblins have recently appeared near the streets headed for Blambaina..."

Belle and Rae were also listening with their necks tilted, starting with Raki, to what Bent had said in his mouth as he sighed in a heavy tone.

"I'm not a big opponent of goblins, and aren't we talking about just collecting and exorcising the men from the village?

It was Bell who first spoke the question. In the first place, the strength of a single goblin is no big deal, so it is possible to defeat it adequately in such villages with not many permanent weapons, or even in agricultural tools with metal sites. Metal products are valuable in small settlements, but as long as they repel, sticks are sufficient, so it is rarely that serious.

"That's a bunch of about a hundred of them, it's just in my hands..."

"Hundreds!?

To the words of the village chief Bent, it was rare that he raised his voice of surprise. The population of goblins is mostly between 30 and 40, and is rarely greater than that. Rae and Bell, who have had many opportunities to deal with goblins and others in mercenary operations, were well aware of that. That's why I couldn't hide my surprise in that number.

"Maybe you're here driven by something......, other than goblins?

Raki gestures a little contemplative, looks up and asks Bent.

"No, it's just goblins. Otherwise, there will be no visible Warcraft."

"Hang on, if something drove me here, I'm not going back to where I was for a while..."

Bell glances back at the ceiling with his arms together and blurred, and Raki nods in agreement. Bent, the village chief, wrinkled and sighed between his eyebrows as he put his arms around him.

"I would have hired mercenaries in Blambaina to get rid of me, but they show up near that street anyway..."

"Few people use this side of the street, so if you wait until they get rid of the problem, it's going to take a while..."

Rae is sighing and mumbling wood in her hand.

"So I talked to the three of you about things. I'd like to ask Bellboy and Miss Rae to exorcise Goblin, can't you? Of course I pay well, it's a little bad for Rakhi..."

Bent, the village chief, turned to the three of them with an extremely serious face and bowed his head.

Belle and Rae's gaze is directed at nature and Raki, asking him with a gaze what he will do. Because the two employers are raki at the moment, we can't even decide on Belle and Rae alone.

"Which way do we have to do something about goblins to get to Blambaina..."

Raki drops her shoulders and sighs.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Rakibo!

When Bent looked up, he broke his face and thanked Raki. But it was unexpectedly Bell who put a cross spear between those two exchanges.

"I don't care if you knock down 20 or something, but if you're still waving a sword at a hundred opponents, the sword will come first, right?

I lower my brow butt as I look at the recently replaced sword that I have at my disposal. Not all a hundred goblins are slapped with a sword by Bell, but there is no doubt that even if Bell and Rae each receive fifty by simple calculation, it is a significant number. It was inevitable that the sword would be damaged if all that number of goblins were cut, and if the sword were worn out in a village without a proper grinding facility for weapons, it would have been dangerous to head straight to Blambaina.

"It's okay, I have an idea. So I need to talk to you about something that Mr. Bent would like you to buy?

When Raki smiled as usual, he turned to the vent.

The next day, the day is high and it's time to get back to noon.

Nearly ten villagers lurked their hidden breaths in the rock shade and elsewhere on the side of a street a little further from the village, in a somewhat tall hill in the wilderness. In the middle of the hill was a slightly stepped valley shape, with easy ladders erected at the end of the line. The depth of the valley is not that deep, about four meters at best, and at the foot of its ladder, at the bottom of the valley, are laid dead trees and dead grass.

Each of the people lurking on the hill had a pot of barbecue, plus stones and rocks of an affordable size. Some of those villagers also looked like the village chief Bent or Rae.

Sweat seeps through the necks of those who lurk their breath, sandwiched in the twinkling sun and the thirsty earth that illuminates it.

Rae gazes at the entrance of the valley as she gazes at the occasional extension of her neck to look for the person of interest.

Rae noticeably found herself starting to see a single figure from beyond the valley entrance there.

"Coming."

In that word of Rae, the villagers around him are stretched with tension threads.

It was Raki who appeared in his footsteps, almost toward the entrance of the valley. Because I don't usually move my body very hard, it's hard to say how it runs.

And behind that desperate rush of raki, there was an unnatural amount of backdust rolling around. But it wasn't Raki who was causing it, it was a green group chasing Raki.

She has green skin and a cat-back posture, about a meter tall, thin limbs, and an unusually swollen abdomen. On his face he has big pointed ears and big, moving eyes, an uncomfortable squeal from his mouth ripped to his ear, and a simple stick gripped in his hand.

It was a typical goblin figure found all over the continent, everywhere, but the number had always reached a few dozen, a group that could reach a hundred. He was coming after Raki by shaking up a stick in his hand with a mouthful of "geeky gagging" and a deafening chirp.

Raki rushes into the back as he crosses the stone walls that were built at the entrance to the valley, letting his breath continue. Following it, countless goblins also jumped over the stone walls and chased me to Raki.

"Raki! Come on!

Rae rises from the top of the hill and shouts to Raki.

Running into the back of the valley, Raki took a rough breath and quickly ascended as he mounted it on the ladder that stood there, rolling into the top of its hill. As the two villagers, who held back by their sides, quickly lifted the ladder up and retrieved it, the bottom of the valley accumulated one after the other the goblins who had chased them from behind.

Having lost their way, the goblins wave their sticks up toward Rakhi and Rah, who were peeking from above, honking in a deafening voice.

"Now!

Rae spoke to the villagers, butting Raki, who was exhausted and stretched out on the hill. Following that voice, Bent, the chief of the village who was on the hill, and the villagers simultaneously took the barbecue pot that was at their disposal, and the goblins at the bottom of the valley, hung it and threw it.

When the barbecue pot hits the head of a goblin or something, it easily cracks and sprinkles its contents. When the bumped goblins and the goblins hung with liquid were all angry, they burst into such a deafening noise at the bottom of the valley.

Ignoring that, Rae uttered a good word with his right hand.

Flames and rubble, slaughter enemies, flame bullets.

Two large chunks of flames of fist were generated in the hollow before Rare's smothered hands, and fired with momentum. One landed on a liquid-painted goblin that was near the valley entrance, the other on a dead grass that was laid on the valley bottom. At the next moment, the upper body of the goblins, which had been loaded with flamethrows (fireballets), was burned, and the laid dead grass quickly turned the feet of the goblins, who were at the bottom of the valley, into a sea of fire. When his feet were in the sea of fire, he now caught fire to the other goblins one after the other, and the valley bottom presented the appearance of an annoying cry.

"Now! Throw me a stone too!

Finally the resurrected Raki went from the top of the valley to the bottom of the valley and threw down the stone he had to show it. The stone, which is also about the head of the person who was thrown down, plunges the head of one goblin who was suffering. Then, when the goblin fell flat, it sank into the sea of fire and turned into firewood that raised the fire.

When the other villagers who watched it returned to me, they dropped the stones and rocks that were on hand toward the bottom of the valley. Rare also activates more magic and turns the other goblins into fire grinding one after the other.

Near the entrance to the valley, the goblins who tried to escape the sea of fire try to rush out wrapped around the fire, but they are trampled by other goblins who hit the piled stone walls and escaped from their succession, breathlessly. And the arrow tip, which I thought had slipped through the stone walls, and Bell stood there, waved the sword he had erected, and the goblin was to expose the body without hesitation.

That was how, for more than a dozen minutes in time, there was just an unspeakable corpse of goblins and an object that had been seared by the flames and turned into a burning meat mass rolling around.

"Apparently, you're doing well..."

As he exhaled on the hill and sat up on the spot, Raki wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Rakibo, you took care of me this time. Tell the lord of Blambaina about this one, and he'll give you the money, so give me the reward."

Bent smiles and reaches out to Raki.

"Well, I'll let you study the cost of the oil you used to stain and throw in dead grass, and the employment fee for Belle and Rare, and my bill, so I'll just have to study four socks and four gold coins."

Raki grinned back at the hand he had been reached out to tell him the price of the reward this time.

He stayed another night that day after doing a little business in the village of Ulla before saying goodbye to the village chief's vent early the next morning to drive his carriage to Blambaina, his next destination.

A little before the evening, a hill was visible on the side of the street.

At the top of the hill you can see the city surrounded by stone city walls. Several slightly tall box-shaped buildings peek from behind the city walls. The exterior looks slightly more fortified than a city without taste. The slopes of the hills were maintained in a gradual field, where the green colour was only darkened in the many reddish scenery.

Off the street and climbing down the road that was put through the hill, he eventually greets the gate soldiers who were at the city gate. Show the merchants union membership iron pedestrian bills to the gate soldiers and they will go straight inside.

Raki's manipulative carriage dives the gate, and Belle and Rae enter with it.

"Phew, I'm finally here to Blambaina. Almost to Wangdu..."

"Well, maybe three or four days from here to Wang Du?

When Bell opens his mouth as he stretches, Rae, who was next door, also hammers at it.

"I've almost got everything I bought from Rubierte so far, and with the carriage lightened like this, shall we increase the speed a little to Wang Du?"

Raki talks about her plans from tomorrow as she takes the carriage to the inn where she stays today. The two people who were following me back raise their hands just in favor.

"Nevertheless, the number of mercenaries is slightly more pronounced than when we came before...?

Bell squeaks with her eyes around the city as she hands behind her head. Raki, who answered by nodding at it, also runs his eyes at what's going on around him.

"Is it the purpose of hunting for a warcraft or something that drove the example goblin...? Maybe we should ask the owner of the inn a few questions."

Eventually, when he arrives at the inn, which he always uses in Blambaina, he puts the wagon into the barn, hands the horse over to Bell and asks him to go to the stables for safekeeping. In the meantime, Raki goes to pick up the inn room and exchanges words with her husband to purchase information.

As Raki headed up the stairs to the inn room, Bell came back from the stables.

"Oh Raki, you got something?

"Yeah, apparently, there's been a bunch of Sandwichburns around here lately."

Raki also told Bell the story he had just heard from Innkeeper.

"So? Sandwich burn leather is quite a luxury product... is that going to hold off in this city for a while?

When a warcraft like Wyburn roams nearby in a herd, it's beyond Belle or Rae's control alone. Bell glanced at Raki with an eyebrow root to account for the dangers on the road like an escort.

"No, Sandwyburn doesn't seem to be very active during the day, so if you leave the city before noon, you won't encounter it and you can reach the next village."

"Oh, my God, you can sleep tomorrow! Yahoo!"

Listening to Raki's words, Bell turns away from his earlier serious face, raising his hands to express his joy and smile.

"Yes, yes, I'm already inviting Rae over for dinner today."

Raki turned to Rae's room as she relented to the bell.

The next day, by the time the day was already plugged into Jomtien, Raki's manipulative carriage had left Blambaina to continue down the streets for a short time. Black rocky mountains protruded everywhere, and in that expansive landscape of the reddish earth, it was Bell who found it walking by the carriage, wary of the surroundings.

In the distance, at first, it looked like a kind of warcraft lying on the road waiting for its prey. But as the distance from it slowly clogs, Bell gives a surprise look.

"Hey, Raki. You're down there, aren't you, Sandwichburn?

Ahead of what Bell indicated, several winged warcraft can be seen lying in the wilderness beside the streets and on the rocky mountains. The wings are big, but the body itself is not that big. Bird-like head at the tip of the neck a little longer on a lizard-like body, and stripes all over the loess epidermis. That was the hallmark of Sandwichburn, which you can see around this hibot wilderness.

Eight if that's just the number you can see around, that number of sandwich burns in sight, no big scratches, etc., had been thrown off at the side of the road in beautiful condition.

"True. It's all like sandwich burn..."

Raki parks the carriage and observes it crumbly.

"It hasn't been that long since you died, has it?

Rae, who went to check nearby, tilted her neck as she watched Sandwyburn.

"You've got all the demon stones pulled out..., it's human work, isn't it? But in this case, if the skin is worth more than the demon stone, why are you throwing it away?

For this reason, Bell tilts his neck as he looks at the hole in Sandwichburn's chest and looks into the way he says what to do to Raki.

Raki also goes down from your platform to check the condition of the sandwich burn and check the condition of the skin. Burning marks can also be seen everywhere, but relatively little damage is done to the skin. When no arrow wounds or sword lacerations are seen, they appear to be caused by magic.

Nor do I say that the skin of Sandwyburn is more intense when turned into leather than that of Wyburn. Unlike the stiff Wyburn leather, the smooth touch and the relatively small number of pieces available only give it a higher value than the Wyburn.

If this is all in good condition, you can sell the whole skin for a pretty high price. Moreover, there must be quite a stacked number of warriors to hold off this powerful number of warcraft, and with that number, it would not be so difficult to carry Wyburn. Raki also tilted her neck wondering what the hell it was like to throw it away just by pulling out the demon stone.

"They're dumping me because of it, and if I take it to Wangdu, I can sell it?

Rae called out to Raki, who was looking at the idea, as she poked Sandwyburn with her toes.

"Well, if it's all this stuff, it could be about 60 socks for one..."

"Wow! Sixty gold coins... how much would it cost to turn it into leather?"

Belle flaunts her shoulders with a surprised look.

Raki takes a big swing of stuff out of the carriage of the carriage.

"I'll just scrape the meat I don't need and then I'll put it in the carriage."

"Oh, I'll help you too!

"I'm on the lookout, so you two aren't trying."

When Bell offered to help, Rae waved her hand flickering and sat down on the carrier.

"Well, even if they put it on the carrier, the three of them would be the best..."

With that said, Raki sighed, but given what was about to happen in the Wang capital, his face was unlikely to be restrained from breaking naturally.