Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Leaving Blambaina early the next morning, myself and Arian had used the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] to travel back to where the streets that would have previously gone the wrong way had second-hand split up.

Under the sky on a pleasantly sunny day, Ponta plays around the rocks lying in the middle of the divide, chasing flickering chocolate.

Arian is sitting on a rock and sipping water from the leather water bottle she had.

I also lowered my hips and waved the grass like a catfish at hand, trying to distract Ponta but never showing any particular interest, I just shook my tail a little and I was distracted.

To heal the loneliness that you didn't understand, turn your gaze forward toward the sloppy hills.

All the way west of the hills, somewhat sumptuous and visible far away, gazing at the ridges of the mountains continuing from north to south, gazing at whether that was the Leaving Mountains.

The next destination, Landbart, is across that mountain range. In a story I heard more about the itinerary in Blambaina, I heard that it would proceed to bypass the southern edge of the Leaving Mountains. The prospective neighborhood also looks like it could quickly earn distance with the use of metastatic magic, but there are few threatening warcraft. The land is spreading with villages and their fields everywhere, and there are quite a few pedestrians and people on the streets. When it's going to take an unexpected amount of time, he sighs as he looks around.

"It's time to move on."

"Right."

Ariane also agreed with this one's words and raised her hips, noticing that Ponta, who was also in the sun on the rock, manipulated the wind and hung it over her head - gliding away and sticking it on her face. I pushed it over my head and started walking in charge of the luggage bag I had placed on the side of the road.

This time we head to the streets heading southwest. Activate the Dimension Walking Method (Dimension Move) while checking that there are no eyes. It was time to avoid people going down the street from time to time and move to another place, walk along the street for a while, etc., and it was time to evening sometime.

The surrounding scenery continues as long as ever in idle hills, but the Reaving Mountains, which were visible to the west near noon, are now considerably larger by the fact that they have come near the foothills. Nor is that direction visible in the direction of the setting of the sun, and at some point the mountains are visible to the north.

Today, we decided to take an inn and stay overnight in a small city by the woods that stretches out at its foot.

The next day, unlike yesterday, there was a cloudy sky of raw hate.

As you leave the city early in the morning and take the streets all the way west, you will eventually see the great sea plains stretching across the sloppy hills. It was a sea with slightly gloomy shades due to the cloudy skies, but the mood still seems to improve slightly as the scenery changes.

"You're finally out to sea."

Put your hands on your hips and exhale. Ponta above his head grabs the wind coming up from the side of the sea to the hills, looking out at the sea as he cleverly rises.

"I've never been to this side of the ocean before."

Arian shrugs and narrows her eyes with a slightly emotional voice as she lowers her hood a little next door and lets the sea breeze play with its bright white hair.

"From here, we should have gone north along the coast."

Take your gaze off the sea and look in the north direction.

I don't know how far north we're going, but we should be able to get to Landbart after noon. It's just that there are many villages and cities in the coastal areas, and they rub against people every once in a while in the streets. I still can't seem to use the Dimensional Walking Method (Dimension Move) without darkness here.

Proceed slightly away from the street using the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)] while checking the surrounding eyes. It falls a lot from the normal rate of progress, but it's faster than walking all the time.

However, moving away from people seems to increase your chances of encountering people who act out of sight as well.

Around slightly down the ridge of the hill on the way north, several people were in the tunnel as the shrubs and bushes covered the hemline. No, we can see them holding each other in arms in a way that surrounds a small number of others.

All the surrounded fives in the center are young men, in shapes such as leather armor and mercenaries who have consolidated themselves with metal light armor, each holding a shield in his hand and a sword around him.

Meanwhile, the men who surround the area with about ten people are still bitter, and this one has all kinds of suits to those who wear coats like leather armor and slices, so that they can tear the weapons in their hands and look at the gaps. It looks like a bandit or a mercenary, so it's hard to judge.

As far as both attitudes and physical hips are concerned, those surrounded feel like new American mercenaries, and those surrounded have a familiar atmosphere. The only thing I see is a bandit laughing thinly at his mouth and gazing at him like he's worth it.

Next door, Arian, wearing a coat deep, peeks into the gold eyes from the darkness behind its hood and inquires with his eyes.

That means ignore it and move on, or crack it and go in.

You can also move from here to the opposite hill where you can see it and ignore it, but you can certainly feel a little distracted to proceed without any knowledge at all. If women and children were being attacked, they would go in to help without saying whether or not they were there, but why do they find it so annoying when it's between mundane and painful men?

As for the one who doesn't discern the situation a little, he concludes that he should avoid too extreme an intervention and gently picks the ponta over his head and pushes it against Arian.

Ariane strokes her head and throat with a satisfying grin as she hugs Ponta hanging out with a happy look on her face.

I put my bags on the spot and cough one up to get my throat in order to talk in a relatively calm atmosphere.

"Ohon, ahhhhh. Then I'll be right there"

That's what I said and ran lightly down the slopes of the hill, trying to call out in a bright voice to both of them who hadn't noticed this one yet.

"Hey, excuse me, would you like to ask me a few questions?"

Was it unsavory to hang a swallowing voice in an atmosphere of urgency and tension? One of the surrounding groups yelled as everyone's gaze gathered in this direction simultaneously.

"Son of a bitch! My buddy screwed me!!

Apparently, by severing the thread of tension, the person who suddenly broke in was also counted within the target.

As the two jumped out of the group that was surrounding him at the same time as the man's raised anger, he rushed over to this side and waved the weapon in his hand. It's a mediocre sword like the one we sell at the armoury store there, and it doesn't seem to be particularly sharp.

As proof of that, the sword wielded would be taken straight at the cage hand of armor without receiving it with a shield or something, but it did not make me feel any itch. I guess that's not the kind of weapon that would hurt 'Holy Armor of Berenus', which is just mythical class protective equipment.

"Nah!? He's full of armor!

A man who revealed surprise that his sword had been easily taken by his arms raised his anger to the ground when he looked under the winding coat.

The other guy takes it, changes it from slashing to poking, pulls his arm around and tries to target a gap in his armor. Grabbing the sword blade of the man who tried to pull the sword on his caged hand in the meantime, he cages his strength and crushes the blade to pieces.

"Ah!! My sword!!

When he punches his fist into his jaw, he peels off his white eyes and falls back on the spot to a man with a grievous look on his face before surprise that he was crushed.

"Shit!!

As another man stepped heavily toward this side spitting evil towards the gap, he rolled out a thrust by a sword in his hand through a gap in his neck. Grasping the poke unconstitutionally, he pulls in a man with every sword and greets him with a head poke by a helmet on his face.

The man who bled his nose by making a blunt noise was squatting and moaning on the ground with his sword removed.

"As far as I'm concerned, I was going to make it a little easier..."

Sighs as he looks down at the two fallen men.

When I looked up at the young mercenary men who were surrounded, they were stubbornly knocking on their weapons by the men they surrounded, but they were painstakingly mocking them with shields and swords, in formation with each other's backs together.

He's young, but his arm seems to stand up.

I'm starting to see rushing colors from the guys around me who are forcing me to struggle more than I thought, but I'm pretty sure those who are surrounded are also jilli poor. Speak up again to try and rock a little in each other's Chicken Lace-like offense.

"I'm sorry, but there's no one left to deal with me, is there?

Once again, everyone's consciousness turns to that word.

A moment of stray arises in the judgment of how the men who were surrounded will deal with it, and some gaze wanders. He went on the offensive at once as if he had targeted that gap or as the young mercenaries who were surrounded showed each other.

One is cut off his finger and drops his weapon, the other is beaten with a shield and faints on the spot. Additionally, one person was cut off one eye and lowered back.

Of the eight men who were surrounding him, two became incapable of fighting, and one was significantly discouraged from fighting. At once, a number of disfavoured groups slip back and forth.

However, the young mercenaries have identified the target in front of them as a missed opportunity and are holding them in sight. When the five struck out on each target, one man, who had not been lucky enough to be the target, showed his back and escaped from the spot.

"But I got turned around"

Standing in front of the man, stretching his hands wide left and right to block the path, he takes a slightly lower back position as he says a dialogue he has heard somewhere.

The foot of the man who tried to escape stopped immediately, and that expression, who looked up at himself, the Nim armored knight who appeared in front of him, turns to agony.

But the man doesn't give up, this time he changes direction trying to get out of the side but goes around there even faster.

"But I got turned around"

Mechanically replicate the same dialogue as you go around.

I can see the man's face shifting from impatient to sad. The spiciness of encountering powerful enemies and not being able to escape is, in a sense, a well-understood condition (situation).

But if that happens in reality, people's behavior is often narrowed down to both, and that leads them to choose between giving up or going into battle.

The man in front of you seems to have gone into battle.

"Out of the way, whoa!!

He swung his weapon to the rare arrow cod (rarely done it) and stuck it in a straight line. One or eight, I would say damned, but the man made that simple move, and when he quickly slammed his fist into his jaw, the man sank easily to the ground.

Turning to the young mercenaries, the last of them threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Men like defeated bandits are restrained and tied up with ropes by young mercenaries, but they stare at this side as if it were a parent's vendetta. As one young man walked over to this side in that, he poked his knee in front of himself and bowed his head.

"Dear knight, thank you very much for your help this time. Thanks to you, we were able to capture the bandits safely."

The young man has expressed his gratitude to the cross spear earlier, in the same position. Apparently the earlier group was a real bandit.

"I'm just a mercenary. Sometimes I get scared."

Answering that, the young man gave an incredible look, gliding his gaze from top to bottom through the armor peeking from the gap in his coat on this side, before his gaze stopped at Arian, who was on the hill behind him. And when I nodded as I was convinced of something, I stood up on the spot and turned back this way.

"Really? Excuse me. I'm late, I'm the Axe who leads this squad. Thank you very much for your help."

Apparently, he thought of this one as a courtesy of the noble one or something, but the tone is polite no matter how far he goes. Young mercenary, but fairly well educated.

"I'm afraid, as for the person you captured this time, could you please keep it with me? Of course, thank you very much."

The young man bowed his head to ask this way as he saw the landscape restraining the bandits whose companions were rolling on the ground.

"We don't mean to imitate what just happens to be passing by."

"Uh, is that okay? If we take them to Landbart, the Northern slave traders will buy them for a good price?

Axe tilts his neck with a slightly unexpected look.

If there is indeed a slave trader, the candidates will be the criminals who will be the first to go up if they exclude the beasts and elves. Is it next for people in debt or unpaid taxes?

During the raid on the Etsato Chamber of Commerce in the Kingdom of Rhoden, human slaves and others who were imprisoned as guards were also freed, but it was not necessarily without the murderer in them.

I feel even more so now, but I self-reflect that it might have been a little short notice.

"Hmm, that slaver named Northern is buying away all the bandits?

"No, Northern is the name of the kingdom across this bay of Burgo. Slavers and others from that country are coming to Landbart to buy large numbers of criminals on ships."

Axe gave me a description of the Northern kingdom, showing the ocean stretching out in front of me.

Even if you buy so many criminal slaves and the like, there won't be much use in the average household. I don't know when to peel my fangs off to the owner. Would it normally be the most reasonable place to use it for public utilities carried out by the state or for forced labour such as territorial development under the lord's command?

"Well, which way are we gonna stay out of this, then?"

Say goodbye again to Axe, saying no thanks for the slave sale.

"Thank you!

Waving over his back listening to his words of gratitude, he returned to Arian playing with Ponta on the hill.