The Skill Collector

"Is this the second time today"

I look down at the bandits rolling in front of me and blur to sigh.

Since the loss of one arm, the one who strikes will not cease to follow.

Since I have been doing business alone for a long time, I had more chances of being attacked by bandits, but much more often than before.

The same goes for bandits, but not very strong demons, even a small number of adventurers threaten or try to kill me.

I guess it would look like a great prey if I were to be a merchant in my arms on a solo journey.

It's not uncommon for a pedestrian to go missing on a journey. So if you attack and kill, you will rarely be caught.

"Though, you thrive too much"

Tie all five bandits with rope and see if they have the ability to use it.

Let them buy out their combat skills so they can never do anything wrong again.

I will also push and sell my 'contract' skills, which will eventually make it impossible to do evil deeds.

He smiled calmly while holding the weapon of the person he attacked, accepting my 'trafficking' when he said he had just activated 'intimidation' and 'talking' to negotiate.

They will no longer be able to continue their banditry. All I can do is live decently, but it's not what I found out about them in the future.

With your combat skills lost, whether you can survive encountering demons. Have them do something about it with their physical abilities.

Even if the demon eats you, you deserve it.

Even if I just came to kill people and get help, as I would be grateful.

Then he bought it from Ariaria for a high price, erasing the memory of meeting me with a magic item that makes me lose my memory. With this, I can erase memories up to a few hours ago.

I can't let my sister know I'm alive.

If you want certainty, you should probably kill them...... I didn't feel like being so outrageous.

If I do that, I'll be just like my sister, I feel it.

I'll kill him or not, but he might end up the same.

"But in just a few days, I've got pretty good combat skills,"

There are inconveniences due to the loss of one arm, but they sell their skills every time they pay back, so they accumulate as much skills as they are interesting.

Those who attack people repeat the same thing where they missed it.

So by negotiating gently and buying skills, they can't do anything wrong anymore and have to take the right path. I have more skills. It's a good business to gain from each other.

"You can hang out in the streets and bandit-rich areas for a while."

No matter how many skills you have, it's not enough. I realized that in my battle with my sister.

It's probably only a matter of time before I find out I'm alive. I want to find the thread of the attack somehow by then.

"Ha, again"

Four men in thin leather armor appear to block the way as they are off the streets and on the road to the extent that they have made the beast path a little.

I have no mustache, blurred hair, and only my eyes are unusually tight.

A sword already pulled out by a niggered smiley face. I'm used to the place.

How many times has the opponent fought repeatedly, many with missing parts of his body?

Some of you are losing arms, like me, and some prosthetic legs.

"Are you walking around here all by yourself? You're careless."

"I'll escort you to a nearby village."

"Whoa, we're kind."

It's not a dialogue to say while flirting with a weapon, but the story is funnier than the others so far. Why don't we just hang out a little bit?

"When you get tired of life, you want to travel alone. It's a good idea to travel as the wind blows."

The bandits look at me uncommonly when they respond without even showing dust how frightened they are.

He seems surprised because he is flat under this circumstance.

"You're a fat man with a liver balls"

"It's a shame to keep you a pedestrian."

I was impressed.

I'm not too happy to be praised by bandits.

"Though, I do this one at work, too. Give me the money and the luggage, and I'll save your life. If you don't turn your teeth, I'll take you to a nearby village or a safe place."

I wish I had said something like a bandit, but the second half was unexpected.

Normally, it is common sense to kill with stripping. Because if we keep it alive, our information will be passed on to the country, and there is a risk that a crusade will be formed.

The gear is worn out, thin dirty guys with all their hair and beard stretched out... Let's see how it goes a little more.

I'm getting tired of repelling bandits, too. Even if he returns his palm and strikes, he can repel it with his bare hands.

Plus... interesting skills.

Examining the four in "Appraisal," I saw a skill on upbringing that I didn't think was a bandit. Skills only those who learned acquired.

Russia, I'm getting interested.

"Then go ahead with your luggage and dagger. Your wallet is in your backpack."

That's what I said, put the weapon and the backpack on the ground, and take a few steps back.

The bandits look at each other and don't just come by and whine about it, even though they honestly said they did.

"You. What are you gonna do, honestly believe me like that? Normally, when you say that, you strike where you're defenseless."

I didn't expect you to point me out from the other side. Looks like they're still funny.

"You can't deny there are a lot of bandits like that. But you guys looked different. And I see the end of it where I resisted it alone. I was wondering if I could bet on a few possibilities."

The end of it is my victory, but I don't need to say it.

Even though I lost one arm, it doesn't matter with my physical abilities and skills.

"He's an interesting merchant. All right, let's swear we won't get our hands on you. You guys are good too."

"Hey, Parent"

Looks like the most physically fit one is the head.

I was uncomfortable because the tone was polite for bandits too... I swear, huh? That's not what bandits say.

He's picking up his weapon, checking his stuff and checking his contents.

The contents are sunny groceries and groceries. After that, it's a lot of money.

Valuable magic items and other belongings are not in the backpack, but in the bag I hang on my hips. Of course they haven't noticed because they hide their existence in 'cover-ups'.

"Captain, it's a lot of money!

"I'm telling you to call me a parent."

My head, called the captain, flies a sharp gaze. One of the bandits is constricting.

"Are you too careless to travel alone with all this money?

"It just so happens that cheaply purchased magic props just sold for a lot of money. I was going to replace that with something easier to carry in the next city, unfortunately."

It's not a big deal compared to the assets you own, but it's just too much for a pedestrian to have.

"I was with you. I'm sorry, but I'll take half."

"Half? Not all of them."

"No, half. I didn't say anything from the edge."

I do only say "if you get your money and your luggage out".

You're a really unusual bandit.

I'm going down the mountain path with bandits pinching me back and forth.

What I've learned from watching them is that there's a sense of unity in everyone's movements.

So much so that you have the illusion that you are confused with the march of soldiers and knights.

Even fools can tell if the information gets out so far. They would be ex-soldiers or chivalrous bandits.

Actually, that's not unusual.

In fact, it is rare that bandit operations continue from generation to generation. Even if we can do it well in the beginning, the future awaits us to be crusaded sooner or later.

There are many kinds of bandits, and the side work of the poor villagers. Former adventurer. Soldiers who fled the battlefield. A nobleman whose country of service is doomed.

Bandits also vary in strength and mechanism depending on their composition.

Quite skillful based on the type and level of skills. You are rarely seen by bandits and opponents of this level. Occasionally, as a caution stick, there is an awesome adventurer breakdown.

"But you. You can't have a businessman with one arm. I don't know what a bandit would say."

"You just lost your arm recently. I know I'm reckless, but this is all I know how to live."

"Right. You pierced your way of life...... As much as I envy you."

There seemed to be something about what I said, and he talks smudgingly, his tone is no longer that of a bandit.

My head and all the other faces have a strange look.

After all, are you sure it's a knight collapse?

He was captured after noon and kept walking for quite some time.

The sky is stained with Zhu, and the sun is about to set on the earth.

I was brought to the back of a mountain where the trees grow, but I've never heard of a village in a place like this.

"Uh, is there a village here?

"Sorry, but for one thing, I'll have you come to our settlement"

"I don't mind that, but isn't it a problem to take a stranger to where he lives?

"People in the country have been suspicious of this place lately. I plan to pay them off in the near future. So there's no problem."

"Really? Then I'm sorry to bother you."

"You don't scare people, what do you say? They'll take you to the bandit's base. Normally, I remember or suspect fear."

"When you're a pedestrian, you have a lot of different experiences. Being attacked by demons is a daily tea meal, and your encounter with bandits is beyond double digits."

"You've been through a terrific experience. It means you can calm down and understand."

The way you talk is no longer entirely bandit's.

I saw a bright light in the direction of the path. Is that a pine flame?

Getting closer I could see a crude wooden fence. Two men stand at the slice of the wall with no gates or anything. More familiar than the bandits over here.

The hair is cut short and aligned, and the beard is shaved or trimmed rather than stretched all you want. Armor is also a fine metal armor.

"How was the harvest?"

"I captured one of the pedestrians and brought him in. I had a lot of money, so I won't have a problem with my life for a while."

"Well, that was on. Your lord didn't seem to follow you."

A man in metal armor looks at me and turns his worried gaze.

Those eyes weren't cheap sympathy, they seemed to pity me in the bottom of my heart.

"It's a species with life. As long as you live, you may sprout again"

"As long as there is life...... Yeah, right."

Words were clouded against me, who was not pessimistic in this situation either.

They go through the back without saying anything more.

There are three private houses in the abandoned village that are hardly in shape. The rest is almost a step ahead of the rubble.

There are no burnt marks, and you can also see what seems to have been destroyed by mighty force and looks like nail marks.

Probably devastated by a bunch of demons.

Moving to the front of the most splendid of the existing private houses, the bandit's head knocked on the door with the concoction.

"Yes, I'm leaving now"

The voice I heard from across the door was too unexpected, and for a moment the root of my eyebrows comes over.

It's a young woman's voice. If a bandit had a young woman, it's classic to be a slave. But the voice I just heard didn't look pessimistic.

A slave would feel finer, less refined, etc.

When the door opened, there stood a young woman in a dull red dress.

A woman in a dress among bandits in an abandoned village. That's the only sight that's uncomfortable, but when she shows up, the bandits poke one knee at the same time.

As if, a knight serving the Lord.

"Face up, gentlemen. You always say you're a bandit now, so you don't need to be polite. I'm surprised he didn't..."

"No, you're surprised. It's just emotions don't show up on my face."

"Merchants who don't put their emotions on the table say they'll grow up. Nice work."

"Thank you"

She has a glossy smile with her hands on her mouth.

White skin like unclean snow. Brown brunette. Small lips appear to be painted red and vibrant and glossy.

I'm not dressed like this in an abandoned village.

"It's weird, you're dressed hard to move in a place like this. I wish I was dressed like everyone else."

I didn't mean to put it on your expression, but maybe they read the eye movements that were observing her. If so, does it look surprisingly strong to me?

There is also a precedent for Sleep Princess. Judging by appearance is the pinnacle of stupidity. Let's not loosen our guard.

"That's fine with the lady. We are surviving shame because we have a lady. Until that day when we'll rebuild."

"Thank you. I'm counting on you."

Now you're sure. A place called the daughter of a nobleman who was chased after the country?

The bandits were knights and soldiers serving there.

I'm not convinced, but can you keep a secret like that in front of me?

"Um, shouldn't we keep those intrusive circumstances a secret? Because I can be asked by an outsider?

"Oh, right. What shall we do?

Lovely trick to tilt your little neck, even in this situation.

The bandits around us are already up. Is this a development where promises are rebuffed and slashed for mouth sealing?

"I was planning to leave here the day after tomorrow anyway, so I don't mind. Have them stay on guard today and spend some time with you and let them get away with it tomorrow. Is that okay with the merchant?

"If you can help me, I won't complain."

"Yes decision. Then let's make it a meal. You'll all be hungry."

The lady's words began to prepare dinner, and I was also given to your companion.

Before I ate I tried to hold hands together but I didn't have one, so when I said "I'll have it" in a prayerful way, the lady asked me wondering.

"Is that a pre-meal greeting?

"Yeah. It's a way of doing things in far eastern countries, but I like it, so I'm letting you use it. I would pray with my palms together if I had both hands. This is a thank you to those who cooked the meal. And thank you for the ingredients."

"That's nice. I'll have it before I eat it, too."

Immediately imitate me and put your hands together and say, "I'll have it".

He ate a simple but delicious dish and behaved like a guest.

Since then I have been confined to one of the empty houses, but no violence has been wavered.

I don't have a blanket or anything on the boulder, but it's not that cold yet, so I think I can sleep fine.

In the meantime, close your sleeping lid on the floor.

And quiet times pass.

After a while I heard the door open, but I keep pretending to sleep.

"Are you asleep -"

This voice is a lady. And there's no need to be surprised. I had already detected the signs, so I knew it before I approached this house.

There are bandits to surround the house. He seems to be watching me not to let him get away with it.

"Excuse me. At least I'm asleep in peace..."

Every time the lady walks, the floor of the private house snaps.

When he stopped in front of me asleep, he shook his hands wide and waved his dagger down vigorously.

The blade pierces the floor without piercing the meat, and the lady stares at me for avoiding it on the brink.

"Were you awake?

"Yeah well. Sleeping pills are the usual way to eat."

It's a classic M.O. that's been done many times before.

It's weirder to eat with bandits and not be on guard.

"You can't do anything wrong. I'm in trouble with this. Why don't you take me hostage and run?

"Running away against this number of people is a little bit, you're going to break a bone. I'd like to ask you something more than that.

"Is this a question in this situation? You're a really funny guy. I don't know."

I guess it's not if you're in a swallowing conversation with the person you originally tried to kill, but curiosity prevails over anything now.

"I've pinched it in my ear before, but it's about a certain lord of a small country."

So once the words were separated, there was no change in the face of the lady smiling calmly.

"He said the lord was a man who was treasured from the country, admired by the people as well. He said that such a lord had a beautiful daughter, who treated her indivisible without worrying about her or her identity."

"Well, that's a lovely lord."

There is no one to show upset, but rather a deepening grin.

"They said it was a great place to be stable. But there was only one problem. In a city or village ruled by a lord, people disappear. In a world like this, it's not uncommon to be kidnapped by demons. But strangely enough, only one person disappears once a week. It's also only for men in their twenties and thirties"

"Oh. You're in trouble for a job well done."

"Right. After more than a decade of that state of affairs, even the country just started to see it as a problem and dispatched an investigation team, he said. As a result, it turns out that the rumor lord was kidnapping the men. And when the soldiers of the country went to the Lords' Hall, they said there was a cadaver of near-eating lords, crossed by countless human bones in the basement of the mansion."

"Well...... That's scary."

Words were on the back, and when the lady's mouth angle hung, she saw white teeth from her thinly open mouth.

"You're the daughter of that lord, aren't you?

"Hehe, you know what I mean. How did you know that?"

You just admitted it.

Do you not think there is also a need to rush under overwhelmingly favourable circumstances?

"There's a bounty hanging around your neck, so there's one thing that's spreading personage. The other is your skills."

"Oh, do they own 'appraisals'? You were a really handsome merchant. What skills do you see in me?

"Well, I was wondering if 'bulimia' and 'cannibalism'"

As a negative skill, they're both the worst kind.

'bulimia' tends to be misconstrued as being the same as' big eating ', but it is not. "Big Eat" can be eaten in bulk at once, but it can also be patient.

The "bulimia" constantly strikes me with hunger and I can't help but eat something.

In addition to that, 'cannibalism'. Needless to say, this eats people. People with this skill can't help but look delicious. Normally it is a skill owned by demons, but rarely does the owner appear in humans as well.

"How many people did you eat?"

"Come on, how many were there? Whether you are patient or not, you will not be able to contain this hunger. But I eat meat from young, muscular men. I don't think you ate it without a moderate bite. I had a really hard time eating people while they were on the run."

It doesn't look bad at all.

I had a delicious meal. It's as if we're having such a daily conversation.

"Eat up one man over time. That's what I live for. I'll tell you when I eat you, I'll put my hands together."

If you are weak, you may not stop trembling. That's about as much of a spectacular grin filled with madness.

I guess what happened to the lady was the effect of her skills.

But it's not all because of skills. Some people resist such desires.

She followed her desires. This happened as a result.

"Do you blame me too?

"Come on, what do you think? I eat animal meat, I eat plants. The subject was just different from a person. Maybe it's not wrong as an organism."

"Oh, I didn't think you'd agree."

He looks really surprised and has a different look like a purely surprised child.

"But as a person, that's against reason. Because people don't live to be eaten by you."

"That's right. Kill people and they will be guilty and resentful. It's obvious. But I don't care about that logic. I want to satisfy this hunger. That's all!

Looks like I heard the last cry, and the bandits slipped in through the door.

Surprise me first at what's happening without me being eaten, then slide my body between me and you to protect the lady.

"Your meds didn't work!

"Sounds like it. By the way, of course you know your daughter's cannibalism."

When I questioned them poking at the cutting edge of the sword, they all glanced at their missing bodies.

... Oh, you know what?

"I see. When we couldn't capture people this way, you've provided our own bodies. Why are you so loyal? Don't you think it's stupid?"

The bandit's head in my words... shakes to the side.

"You seem to have a misunderstanding. We were all helped by a young lady."

"Helped? I thought you were about to get eaten."

I get upset not thinking about that response.

This is an unexpected word back.

"Originally the lord was eating people. The lady found out about it one day and helped us out on the verge of eating. The lady killed her own father, the lord, and saved her!

'Psychology' has determined that there is no lie in the voice of the head screaming out emotions.

I swear allegiance to my lady until I become a bandit. The reason for this was satisfactory in my current words and actions.

Loyalty would also sprout if they saved such a desperate situation, trapped and eaten part of their bodies.

Are you saying that the reason the lord laid his hands on them was also because he ate too much of the inhabitants of the village and the city and was alerted, and he laid his hands on the knights and soldiers close to him?

Then the story changes.... Is that what happened?

"That happened, but now I'm the monster. It's a monster that can't contain the desire to eat people."

"Lady..."

I was the one who broke the silence in the soggy air.

"Could the desire for cannibalism have been suppressed until he killed his father?

"Yeah, I do, though. I've had a desire to eat people at an early age, but it was suppressed by animal meat and occasionally biting my arms hard."

"Is that still true? Ironically, your killing your father has increased your appetite for cannibalism."

"Well, what the hell is that?"

"Do you know your skills"

"Yes. I didn't know that the skill of 'cannibalism' lay within me until the day I killed my father. But when I questioned my father about his barbarity, he said," You have cannibal skills, too. "

I guess I remembered the time, even though my white face looks blue and white with a loss of blood.

"So you know the skill of 'bulimia'?

"It was spoken of earlier, but it's my first ear."

"This skill can't keep your cravings for food under control. And it's also a rare skill. Rare skills move to someone when the owner dies. And skills are likely to be inherited by the blood family. I mean, the moment your father died, you remembered" bulimia. "

Yes, 'bulimia', a rare skill, lost its owner and moved to a new owner. That happened to be her daughter.

Blood ties are more likely to be inherited by skills. There is certainly a precedent for rare skills moving into the body and blood relatives. But that's really rare and unusual.

... All I can say is a prank of fate.

"I mean, my father's 'bulimia' moved on to me, and I couldn't contain my cannibal urge..."

That's what I'm talking about.

When I assured her that, she collapsed to the floor.

A bandit is rushing over in a hurry.

"Again, maybe I should die. Everyone told me it would heal quickly with something like a temporary illness, but thanks to the merchant, I was clear. Until now, I've eaten a corpse and managed to eat it, and I was going to kill and eat you, the first living person today..."

"Don't say that! It will definitely heal! There's got to be some way to open it."

She chooses to die herself in despair of everything.

Former knights and soldiers desperately persuaded to think about it.

There is a way to help her. Because we're just talking about buying out two skills.

But that's...

I breathe heavily. I decided to entrust all my judgments.

"Gentlemen, what would you do if I said you had the means to cure your lady?

I had a morning.

I leave the cabin and look out into the sky.

It's a clear day with no clouds.

Last night, I bought skills from her. Now you won't be bothered by cannibalism.

When I slowly lowered my gaze to the ground, the bodies of many bandits were rolling.

After that, she lost her 'cannibalism' and 'bulimia' and the greatest desire in herself disappeared.

It was more greedy than anything.

The loss of 'bulimia' makes the mind, which had been deluded by desire, accept reality.

Eating corpses.

I ate my father who killed him...

Having become unbearable to that fact, she lost her own life with a dagger in her hand.

Desire outweighs reason and guilt. I lost my desire to take precedence over everything, and what remained was my heart as a person.

The mind chose death without failing to accept what it had done before.

And they too, ashamed that they were tormenting her, pursued after the Lord.

What is the value of the lost vessel of the soul?

If you die, it's just meat.

I should know that, but I prayed for their blessings and held hands together in my heart.