Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Eventually a sleek hill appeared beside the street, at the end of his sight, and he could see the city forming at the top of it. It is also visible from here that stone city walls surround the perimeter and several tall box-shaped buildings peek over the city walls. Compared to the city so far, there is little decorative appearance, which gives a more solid impression than the elegance.

city, it also looks slightly more like a fort or fortress than

The greenery is only thick around this hill amidst the reddish earth around. There was a series of cultivated land gradually maintained around the city, where the neglected but cared for humans of the fields were moving. There are just quite few shadows of people compared to the size of the field.

"Looks like you should ask the way over there a little bit."

"Well, at some point the road is starting to go north too..."

Apparently, the road had changed direction significantly without realizing it. Following a serpentine path without directional magnets seems easier to lose sight of than I thought.

Without even showing such an inner rush, he leaves the streets with a powerful foothold and turns his feet toward the city.

The city I saw in the vast landscape didn't look that big, but as I climbed the hill, the impending city feels surprisingly large. The city walls are about five metres high, but they are built in beautiful stone formations, and several outposts can also be seen at the top.

The large gate at the front was open, with one guard on guard standing beside the gate. They noticed this one over there, too, and the power of the shoulder that was missing returns and their gaze comes towards them.

He approached the guard and called out to him as he raised his hand lightly to respond to it.

"I'm sorry, but I need to ask you a few questions about the way. I'd like to go to the city called Landbart, but is the road right on this street?

As the guard tilts his neck to this question, his gaze moves from top to bottom, then towards Arian, who is behind him. Arian is hiding his face in the hood of his jacket in order not to be distracted from his identity.

When the guard's gaze returned to this direction, he finally returned the answer to his question.

"No, you don't hear the name Landbalt around here. I've never been out of this city before, so I only know nearby villages..."

The guard man gave a slightly troubled, windy look and scratched his head.

It's a time like today when you can't easily go to neighboring cities or foreign countries, and I don't expect to get an answer early when I ask for a way to a remote city.

"Well, let's just say we ask the whole city a little bit about the way. And how much will the city tax be?

Ask the guard man as he reached for the leather bag for the purse that was bracketed around his waist, but the man shook his head and moved to avoid it by the side of the road, prompting him with his hand to go straight through.

"You don't need taxes to get into this city. If you collect taxes from people passing through such despicable streets, no one will ever visit this city. Well, I'll give you a little when you leave."

After saying so and laughing lightly, the guard saluted and said a welcome greeting.

"Welcome to Blambaina"

Give a gentle thank you to the guard man before stepping into the city.

Inside the city walls, there were many people in the city who said it was this early morning time, unlike outside. The buildings are all box-shaped and lined up narrowly. The spacing between the buildings is also narrow, and both the entrance alleys exhibit a maze. Between buildings, a piece of cloth is given to each other for sunset, which forms multiple street roofs, making it difficult to easily see the back.

In such a messy city, a man armed there walks with a sleepy face. As each of the mercenary-like men is sucked into what appears to be an inn, they come out of the other private houses with farm tools to take turns and head to the gate.

When he came to the square, which opened slightly against the flow of the man, there was an outdoor shop with a morning market. There are a lot of women who seem to be the housewives of the city going out. As Arian and I progressed through it, I wondered what kind of good smell the ponta that was on my head was caught, "Ki-yun!" He rang and began to shake his tail.

At the dewstore at the end of Ponta's gaze, the beans were being weighed out, and beside them, the beans were stir-fried for a fragrant smell. One grain isn't that big and looks like a lentil from the shape of a bean, but this is the first way I've seen it fry and eat.

I guess I'm just hungry because I haven't eaten anything from Wang Du to this point. Ponta buzzed so busily over her head that despite the noise in the morning market, the store's father noticed this side and lovingly laughed.

"Hey, husband. How about that?"

"Then I'll have two fried drinks."

When I said that, my father, the shopkeeper, said, "Every time!" When the beans that had just been sautéed in a vigorous voice were stirred in the wooden cup at hand, he switched to the leather bag he was accustomed to offering.

I thought it was in the preamble of things, and I tried to open my mouth to ask about the way to Landbart, but the shopkeeper has shaken another topic to this side first.

"Did my husband come here to hunt for Sandwyburn?

Reminds me of a flock of Wyburns who are now attacking me in the morning by the words of the store owner.

"No. Does that sandwich burn and the others come and go around here well?

"Yeah, well. Sometimes people get lost in the wilderness, but these days, a bunch of herds are flowing in, and there's damage to livestock."

Apparently, it's about Wyburn this morning. The number is already half... However, there is no such thing as an atmosphere that made the city look particularly critical, and in one way or another, people's faces stand out with a bright look.

"It doesn't look like it's that serious..."

Looking around at the look on the face of such a surrounding shopper, the store owner's father replied with a laugh.

"They don't fly around much during sunny days, they say. If you hang in the morning in the evening and stay in the city, you won't be attacked for very few things. And there's a mercenary group coming after Sandwyburn's skin..."

"Oh, the owner is familiar with the ecology of the Warcraft."

Honestly impressed and hammering, my father waved and laughed, handing me a leather bag with two cups of stir-fried beans.

"No, there's a scholar teacher in this city who studies warcraft. This Warcraft damage has also been considerably reduced in the shadow of that teacher. Oh, it's Sansk."

"Is that the only silver coin you have left in this city?"

Pay the owner's father a piece of silver coin. When his father received the silver coin, he turned to him with seven bronze coins in his hand, which were a change, and lowered his voice a little.

"Besides, the teacher is an elf I rarely see now."

The one who most responded to that father's words was Arian, who was listening behind him.

"Is there an elf living in this people's city!?

With amazement, she pressed her mouth against the unexpectedly loud voice, picking the edge of the hood and laying her eyes down.

"Yeah, yeah. We've had a special mansion for the lord, and we've been living in this city for almost a decade, haven't we?

The store owner's father was somewhat surprised that the person who had so far quietly refrained behind him suddenly came forward and reacted, but nodded and answered her question.

"And where is this elf scholar Mitsuhito's mansion?

Ask the store owner instead what Arian would probably most like to hear right now.

"Hey, it's right next to the lord's mansion, but we don't see many guards around, do we?

"What, I'm just asking you a little more intrigued. I'd rather know the way to Landbart, Store Owner, don't you know?

Asking the store owner's father, who was a little surprised, the way to Landbart, which he had originally planned to ask to delude himself, his father spoke to the old man of another open-air merchant who was next door after twisting his neck a little.

"Grandpa, you said you were the only one doing business when you were younger, right? Don't you know that?

The bearded old man next door turned his eyes to this one as he blew the pipe.

"To get to Landbart from here, go south down the Hibbot Wilderness and then west from there, I guess. Beyond the Reaving Mountains to the west of the wilderness."

Grandpa slowly sprays the pipe smoke into the universe, returning it in a relaxed tone. If you believe this story, you will be a long way off. Perhaps the southwest side of the second-hand parted streets was the right path.

Off the dew shop in thanksgiving to the owner and the old man. When I put the stir-fried beans on my palm, when I rinsed them out of my head, Ponta came down and cheeked the beans out looking delicious.

"What shall we do, Lord Arian?

When asked to peek into Arian's eyes, who was behind him, he showed only a moment of wandering bareback. Soon she would look up and reply - and I didn't even have to ask her the answer.

"I'd like to meet a scholar who says I'm that elf."

I snort when I hear the half expected answer.

The Elves, who are often targeted for slave hunting in a human society, live under the shelter of those in power who form that society. I guess it's a little bit of an incredible story.

From what the shopkeeper said, there seems to be no reason to be imprisoned in this city.

I heard it was right next to the lord's mansion, so I went around asking him if there was really an elf scholar living on the road, or rather, the road, but the people of the city in general knew its existence.

He also seemed to have a few soldiers with him who he thought were his escorts to hear stories of occasional eating and walking around the city. Probably a measure to protect him from the undeserved.

It was just that the elves, who were said to be the scholars, seemed to be hand-worked for their own sake, and even talked about lightly treating the drunk and rampant mercenaries.

In the centre of the city there are several box-shaped towers and walls formed by which a tall square building can be glimpsed from the gaps of alleys throughout the city.

It was a story to say that there are also mansions within this castle wall where its scholars live, which is a lord's mansion. There are always about four guards standing guard at the front dropping lattice gate.

I don't think I can make a visit directly from the front, but that's why I can sneak in and see him. This time it's a little different than it has been so far.

In the meantime, I decided not to visit him from the front.

The four watchmen are seeping through the color of vigilance for a long time looking at this one coming straight. The guards block each other so that they can wield the spear in their hands without alarm, slightly opening their distance and enclosing this one in half circles. It would be impossible to talk about an armored knight over Nim wrapped in a black coat with a green fox on his head and a woman in a gray coat who even covered her face completely behind it, even if she told me not to be suspicious.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like to meet with an Elf scholar who hears you live here..."

I can see a slight nervousness running on the guard who heard this one.

"I will not see Lord Carthy without my word. Leave early."

It was an unpredictable response from the guards, but given the circumstances, I can also say that it is a natural response. I look over my shoulder at Arian, who was behind me for what to do.

I guess she also thought it was a waste of time where she pressed questions, when she put her hand on the hood of her coat, she lowered it and advanced in front of the guards.

"I wish Lord Carthy all the best, a messenger from the Great Forest of Canada!

White hair swallowed like snow from the lowered hood, with light purple skin as smooth as crystal and pointy ears exposed. Shot in the golden eyes bordered by a slit lash, the four guards were only solidifying with their mouths slightly open and closed.

A fitting, elderly man, slightly better in shape than the rest of the guards from the back there, showed up and raised his voice to put him alive in the guards that remained consolidated.

"You guys! Why don't you tell Lord Carthy and the Lords!

The guards finally restarted their heads to the voice, but eventually the two ran into the walls as a preaching order to roll.

"We're on our way to the transmission right now, so please wait here for a moment"

Following the instructions of an elderly man who seemed to be the captain of the guard, when he was passed to a place like a pack of soldiers just beside him who entered the walls, he was recommended a bench there.

Arian and I, sitting back in that bench and waiting, gave Ponta a stir-fried bean like a lentil mama we had bought earlier, and he was joyfully stuck.

Eventually one of the guards who ran to the preaching earlier comes in early enough to salute the captain who stands beside him.

"Lord Carthy is going to see you!

As the captain nodded to it and responded, the guard immediately left the room.

Apparently the interview with the rumored scholar Elf came true. But if you think about it carefully, it's going to be a feather that even sees the lord as it is, it just makes me feel a little melancholy.

"I'll show you."

I changed my mind about the captain's words and followed Arian and I behind his lead.