Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

I was dumbfounded.

January 20th?

What the hell does that even mean?

The inventory showed gold treasures, and even the original intentions of deceiving soldiers were forgotten.

How...?

There was no next question to be asked.

Take it out and turn it black.

Come out.

The silence grows longer and the golden magic disappears.

You hear a thumping sound.

It was time to hesitate and try to spit out anything.

“Everyone! Don't be swayed by the unique undead...!" Have you forgotten our sacred mission? ”

“That's right."

“Hmm.”

The soldiers nod.

“Don't be fooled by such filthy gold! I, Shapiro, am His Majesty's faithful sword! ”

A soldier, doubting whether it was a fake jewel, rushes in with his sword.

It seemed to give more room because I hesitated after hearing that today is the 20th of January, but the glare of the soldier shining through the helmet was firm and ugly.

Shapiro swings his steel sword sharply, not even looking at the gold ingot that fell on the floor anymore.

It was an unexpected development.

“This way, we can summon more treasure! ”

Qajik!

Before you can finish, the knife is stuck in your side.

I couldn't even avoid it. The running soldier was much stronger and faster than the one who received the gold coins with his helmet.

I stepped into my side and grabbed the upward steel sword with my hand, but my ribs crumbled so pitifully that they broke off.

It was embarrassing.

What pride does a spinning soldier have in this countryside grave?

Gold coins that will be tens of times the salary.

Free Doubloons with No Risk or Cost

A country guard with a strong temptation.

It was ridiculous.

Moon-lack!

I desperately crawled to the ground for the rest of the gold coins. Due to the lack of inventory deployment capabilities, space had to be opened near the Doubloons.

‘Pick it up again. ’

It was a waste of a penny.

When they were taken out of the inventory and consumed, they could never be seen again.

“Summon more……. ”

A soldier with gold coins in his helmet grabbed me.

It seemed like there was still something foolish about the Doubloons.

“Summon more Doubloons! ”

That didn't help.

I bit my wrist with the last of my strength. Whether he had any dental strength left or was surprised, he was flawed and lost a few Doubloons. I quickly put the falling Doubloons into my inventory.

“My Doubloons! My Doubloons!”

Quack, quack!

Being trampled on by a brute makes my consciousness go dark.

The word is January 20.

I was too confused about the date.

The horses are cut off.

Next time... you must...!

* * *

Tiring!

[Succession…….]

“I am loyal to the Emperor.

* * *

Tiring!

[M…….]

“Honor forever! ”

* * *

Tiring!

“Gilbert, what nonsense are you talking? Are you going to betray your colleague now? ”

“That's not... …. ”

“Die, Undead! ”

* * *

Tiring!

“What? The weather...? It rained yesterday.

If that's really all you have to say to me is the gold ingot.

You're giving it to me, aren't you? ”

“Gilbert, wake up! On a mission

Do not divulge any small information! ”

“Ah… umm…. ”

“Long live the Emperor! ”

* * *

Tiring!

I've lost my words.

The fact that I died several times in a row...

Some of the soldier's personal details I don't want to know about.

There's always three of us.

Immediately after dying due to the overwhelming lack of power, the conversation didn't work.

Trying to make things right with the conversation was a complete failure.

I recovered it every time I tried, but the gold coins in my inventory were reduced by half.

Gilbert put gold coins in his helmet and put hope in the soldier.

I even tried to order you to betray your colleagues by handing over jewelry.

But the results were always the same.

Only the unfortunate jewels disappeared and did not return, and the soldiers continued to kill me with little to no words.

‘At least one. ’

There was one significant piece of information.

The fact that today is January 20.

I didn't think I'd lie to the undead with a date to kill soon.

Plus, no matter how many dates you say, all three of them are the same.

It was extremely unlikely to say the date.

I repeatedly asked several times, but I also changed the order of the questions.

Today is January 20th. Year 1147.

‘That is the day. ’

However, there were no servants of Rey Rubia, Necron, and only soldiers of the Empire were patrolling the graves for the first time.

‘The rain... was there. ’

It was barely obtained.

But the storm was yesterday, not today.

The weather's been pushing forward by the day.

I wondered how it was possible to change like that.

Of course, there was no way to ask the soldiers.

‘At least… the weather seems to change before and after that day. ’

< January 20, the weather is always different from the day before. It's not like the next day. Stand out for yourself. >

< Different weather?

< It's clear, it's snowing, it's snowing, it's clear, it's raining, it's snowing.

I recalled a conversation with Rubia.

When can we get back to the Rubia scenario?

When will I be able to place her in a peaceful world?

It felt complicated.

I'm sorry I made her die so many times that I remembered her name again.

My heart was flustered.

I felt dizzy and carefree until the moonlight was still.

Dallac.

I shook my head.

Now is not the time to worry about her.

It's a matter of whether we survive another day or not.

‘Anything. ’

I scoured through the inventory and stopped thinking about getting something out.

‘That's not it. ’

With the same progress now, it was likely to consume too much resources before achieving meaningful results.

Like the League of Merchants.

I don't want to waste more gold and silver to be more rewarding when I see the target.

No more subtractions from your inventory.

‘On the contrary. ’

Let's put it in now.

If I'm taken from them.

If I just take the sword, the guards might disappear.

Maybe it's not a soldier who searches the graveyard, but a completely different existence.

‘Right.’

Jubbuck.

I hear footsteps.

Maybe it's a hallucination.

We haven't been spotted yet.

But it's as plain as looking down from a tall tree.

Repeated several times.

Soldier Gilbert always approaches the right side of the big rock.

‘Bastard. ’

There was swearing in my head.

Greedily Pick Up Doubloons in a Rush

He doesn't give out information on topics.

Of course, he insisted on refusing the conversation, even though the word "today is January 20th" was more useful than the one called Shapiro for a long time or so.

Dallac.

I walked behind the rock and hid. If I tried to kill him anyway, he wouldn't be killed.

Three, six, nine.

Now.

Let's just hit the wrist and drop the knife.

I know where they're coming from, and I know how fast they're going.

Yes, sir!

Take a step back.

Left up front.

Then…….

Puck!

* * *

Tiring!

[Succession…….]

I was memorizing all the moves, but I failed.

‘My movements are influenced. ’

As expected, if you go too fast to the left, his movements will change.

Here, let's wait a while....

When Gilbert slightly shrugs his shoulders, roll to the side!

Qajik!

* * *

Tiring!

[Succession…….]

I forgot he's a good footballer. You should also consider the movement of your feet.

But first things first.

We're taking more than two steps at once.

Like this...

Puck!

I can use my feet better than I thought.

Tiring!

* * *

Tiring!

* * *

Tiring!

Yes, sir!

Gilbert's attacks are accustomed to avoiding him with his back turned.

I didn't even have to see it anymore.

You dodged all attacks that resulted in a memorized movement with minimal movement. Bend, pause a little and turn left again…….

“What, what? ”

Gilbert was embarrassed when he slapped the steel sword with both hands. When the attack returned to failure in a row, he wielded his full strength and avoided it completely, leaving him defenseless.

‘Now.'

Bloop!

There was no situation like this.

But Gilbert did not avoid the blade that stabbed him right in front of his eyes.

“Friendly outfit!”

Kang!

Immediately put down the knife, he reaches out and grabs the thin blade.

The knife can't cut through the pair of gloves, and it stops in place.

“You scared me. It's so slow. ”

Hot Stones!

He grips his wrist with a strong grip.

It was not the power I could sprinkle. The power applied to his grip was only getting stronger.

Woof, woof, woof!

“Where did you get a knife like this? ”

One wrist was crushed to the bone.

But even in this situation,

I was still able to achieve my goals.

“Well, die. ”

Gilbert grabs my neck with his other hand and pulls a big fist back.

Dallac!

At that moment, I gave up one wrist and dropped myself down.

Funnily enough, even I had an unexpected effect because my wrist was so easily broken.

“Huh?"

‘Inventory.’

I reached down to the floor and reached for the other hand.

He took hold of the iron sword he placed and immediately deployed his inventory.

Bloop!

The iron sword is drawn into the air.

“Wow!”

The embarrassed Gilbert trampled me with a single scream.

Move, move, move!

‘Success.'

I put the iron sword... into my inventory.

Soldier Gilbert.

He... may no longer exist in the grave.

My eyes darkened in anticipation.

The sound of the skull cracking gradually faded.

* * *

Tiring!

I quickly opened my inventory.

‘ada r

It contains Gilbert's Iron Sword.

It was as it was.

It was a trivial item compared to the treasures of my inventory, but I felt valued above all else.

Do you think the guards, Gilbert, are completely gone now that you've lost your sword?

Will it turn into a normal traveler or woodcutter?

I couldn't even wait to get up and check on the situation.

Pot!

You run outside with the guard's iron sword. The man who took the Iron Sword ran to where he was coming from.

But then someone appeared to me.

A soldier with a large, wide, and large helmet.

He was quite familiar now.

Yes, sir!

Gilbert swings his sword.

It's clear that even if you take the sword, it won't do any good.

“How……. ”

I pulled the knife out of my inventory.

It was similar to what Gilbert was holding.

The strap on the sword looked slightly different and the handle leather was almost the same size.

“Is Carl... there? ”

“What?"

He swung the same sword, ignoring my words.

I was figuring out all the moves, but I couldn't avoid them three times because I was exhausted.

The drawn knife falls to the ground, his arm is broken and his leg is tangled, and he falls to the ground.

He didn't let me get up again.

Charge!