The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

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There are many poor neighbourhoods (slums) to the south and east of the Pernette Labyrinth city.

Plus, the gambling and pleasure streets of the slums are like demon caves. It is also a dangerous city where traffickers of magic meds, magic habituals who buy it, bumpy chimps from dark guilds, small dark guilds, vagabonds, demons, and strange groups are garrisoned.

There were also some incidents as every day while the Shuya and the others continued their journeys underground on the twentieth tier.

Guards under the jurisdiction of the Second Knights of Blue Iron, who preside over security, run through the city.

That doesn't change after the afternoon.

Guards running down the streets of the Glades.

Someone who tours that way, drinking at the counter of the tavern.

His name is Tuan. He is a middle-bodied man.

He was a church knight who belonged to Section III of the Pontifical Agency to taste it.

But now in the dark neighborhood of Pernette, he belonged to a dark guild named [Eye of Darkness], which is shunned with a group of church breakdowns.

The clothes are fading.

But he wore plate armor that excelled against demons and against physics, called spiritual outfits peculiar to church knights.

The tsan can't quench his thirst.

Place the empty goblet on the counter.

- Dad, give me more booze and psycha.

"I don't have a psycho, I have one from Benlac."

"That's fine, I'll put the money here."

"Aye."

He is foolish as he stares at his drunken master.

I had no choice... I just had to follow the Mad Knight.

The mind is like a face.

The Mad Knight is insane, but he's a double-digit member enough to be included as a single-digit (elite) member of the former Pontifical Agency Division VIII vs. the Demonic Extinction Agency (Disolte).

Though a double-digit member, its strength is real.

He was strong in demons and pulled out swordsmanship.

My arms say things in a dark society.

But such a mad knight also ends up lightly hit by spears.

I guess I overconfident myself.

The Mad Knight killed the former commander of the double-digit collapsed [Eye of the Sunset] with his own sword.

Skillfully use other dark guilds to annihilate [the wreckage of the moon] and say things like that...

Well, we were good at negotiating, so this is it if we work together from the stream without a choice.

Fire is said to be cured by fire, but the majority of those who followed the Mad Knight have died.

Looks like some of them got caught up in trying to get revenge......

The former general director of [The Wreckage of the Moon], "Flashing Legs", has overshadowed it.

That woman is strong, before she loses her head.

I mean, why are you resigning from the Director General and living?

It's very different from ours. The Mad Knight was made up of killing the former chief.

[The wreckage of the moon] isn't just that flashing leg.

"Blood Reaper," "Shadow Bow," "Gang Fist," ETC.

Even though there are such members, the spear man who has newly become the general director of [wreckage of the moon].

From what I hear... I've got that Mad Knight on one spear, haven't I?

The elf eight-spear god throne of [Tandar, the mining city].

And the first time I heard it, I accidentally put a scratch in it.

Rumor has it that it was the spear that crushed [the fangs].

Fierce, it is certain that it is the strength of the upper class of the Eight Spear God throne beyond the king.

He likes to use black cats, black wolves and even make distinctive moon-shaped scars on his chest and crush golden balls.

You see... he's the head of the moon with his flashing legs in his nostalgia, right?

He's an asshole, being involved in such a monster is too much of an asshole in itself.

I mean, I didn't know they had spears like that, I...

The master of the tavern placed the ordered goblet and persimmon-like fruit in front of him, so as to cut such a foolish thought of Tuan.

- Wait.

"Ooh."

Tuan responds with a saggy smile, but the master does not break his unscrupulous attitude.

He carries the illuminating persimmon to his shiny lips.

He smelled persimmons as he roughed his nose and bit them.

He slips his teeth like a fierce carnivore and eats persimmons.

He showed a satisfied face with the taste of persimmons with juicy sweetness.

When you hold the goblet in one hand as it is, you drink with the momentum of hitting your out front teeth.

He had zeroed the liquor out of his mouth, but Tuan leaned the goblet as it was -.

He drank lavishly, making a very throaty noise.

Stuffing about half of Goblet's liquor into your stomach,

"Reubi here is delicious"

"Ah......"

Those are the words of the men who are drinking and eating fish nearby.

It was also audible to Tuan's ears.

Tuan puts the goblet over the counter.

Turn your gaze to those talking men.

"You look dark, what's wrong with you?

"Hometown, east of Heka Trail, close to Thermalia and Leften."

"Even though there is a losing battle in the west, the east is also a sign of war..."

I think Tuan is at war.

This is my whole life, that's my whole life.

My hometown wasn't close to anything other than the Holy King, either, I suppose.

Even though there was a jihad with the Demons, there were fights (wars) everywhere with Loroliza in the north, Ahern in the west, and the Armev Patriarchate in the south.

... I guess I can't help securing tons of elf slaves.

Tuan listened to them as he thought of the scene of his home town drinking.

"Anyway, if this is going to be a battlefield, I thought I'd head back to my hometown."

"Do you have a son and a wife?

"Naturally. I'll take my family."

Family. Tsuan was remembering the words he received from his ex-wife when he was worried about his job.

"Any loneliness is better than death." I think you're right.

I'm still lonely, but I won't bother to die.

"... I won't stop you, but what about the money? I know you do, but I'm Todd the Cold Poor, right?

I didn't know you had a lesson.

"I'm poor, but I can read a few words. I don't have any money."

"Well, I know, just this liquor bill."

"You don't have time to be poor. You want me to live in a demon hole?"

"I don't know what the Devil's Hole looks like, so I'll tell you."

"I know. It's full of monsters inside, and when you went out of a demon hole like that, sometime the time had passed, and it was turning into a night, right?

I've heard of the Devil's Hole or even Linda Balm.

My life is just a demon hole right now. Tsuan felt like looking from a deep abyss, where he held his urine.

I'm peeing...

and walk to the back of the tavern, where not too many people come close.

Tsuan went straight out of the hallway feeling drunk.

Head to the back of the alley leading from the tavern.

When I give out the ichimotsu that is in my lower body while standing, I think as I release my urine.

... Guests today were different than usual.

Unlike my usual customers who live in the garbage, who talk about quarrels, abusive gossip, and people's unpleasant things, stupidity was a lucid customer who made friends laugh and laugh at each other wholeheartedly, together encouraging friendships...

I didn't throw away the ghetto, either.

And he shook his face sideways with a refreshing look when he finished urinating as he thought.

Two, find the trail behind the liquor store at the edge of your sight.

Ah? Was there a trail in a place like this?

Tuan behaves sloppily with dripping ichimotsu, fluttering and walking down that trail.

He finds a staircase behind the tavern that leads to an unnatural underground.

Usually the basement stairs that should be locked and blocked with a large iron plate.

"What?

Tuan is a former church knight. Is that a demon thing?

He's got that idea on his mind, and if he works hard to exorcise demons, like he used to, he can even saddle them into adventurers, right? and to the point of cheap thought.

Grasping the pattern of the sword on his hips, he was pointing his foot towards the stairs.

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The staircase where Tuan is descending continues deep underground like an arc.

Reminds me of my old job.

There were many direct directives from the Directorate of External Gardens of the Third Section of the Pontifical Agency or from the consul of the [outer demonic city of Lindabalm], Ochianus.

The work entrusted to us church knights is varied.

Join the army in eliminating the news of the disappeared slaves, investigating the thin vail, exterminating the demonic tribes that are in the midst of the city, and ravaging the country that has been expediting from the wound fields of the demonic world.

The missing elf's slave sources also examined the paperwork.

Feet, five without hands, nine unable to hear your mouth, eight able to be served.

Before such slaves head to Hesrifah, the capital of thousands, they may come to [Linda Balm, the outer demonic city]... every time, hundreds of people are bound to go missing.

I also checked the tax ledger then, but I still remember the numbers didn't match.

The case of the unnatural disappearance of slaves has long existed, and the records of the two hundred and five years of the old Nostalius calendar also described five hundred slaves as missing.

I found records similar to other records.

Thin spaces (vails) are found in every city.

Linda Balm is famous for its thin narrow space (Vail), as the outside devil named it.

Although it is said to be a remnant of the Befalitz Great Empire era of elves… I have heard from the analysis of ancient ancient documents that the Elf Wise Men of Ancient Befalitz deliberately diluted the narrow space (Vail) and used it to negotiate with the gods of the demonic world, which is now a great contradiction.

In the basement of the [outer demon city of Linda Balm] there were also rumours that the messengers of the demonic world were taking slaves away.

It is credible because parents used it a lot to educate their children, but they say they can actually come into contact with things in the demonic world.

Has the multitude of disappeared slaves made their way to the [Golden City of Darkness (Eldorado)], which is said to be in the ten layers of hell of the demonic kingdom?

You can't get out of Vale's demon hole?

At a time when the disappearance of slaves overlapped, a plague spread in the [outer demonic city of Linda Balm] that was hard to heal magic.

This is probably because the gods who live in the demonic realm used the narrow space (Vail) to unleash something.

It was also around this time that the village of Undead was born in various parts of the suburbs of Linda Balm.

And an order was given by the great man of the papal administration to investigate that undead village directly.

I have confidence in this kind of underground because I have platooned with my companions who have knelt directly to the Cardinal, taken to the Andean villages everywhere, and exorcised some of the things that lead to the demons.

If Rayce, Hewley, Evesa, Category B, or some kind of demon, I'd be able to get rid of it myself.

I'll do it. My life changes from here on out.

and Tuan, distracted by the effect of alcohol, recalls his old glory.

He is an experienced former church knight.

He is also a member of the former Dark Alliance [Eye of Darkness].

But he doesn't know. No, I don't try to notice.

Spears and black cats. That the monsters, the monsters, who live in hell that don't fit into the category like that, the stage where the monsters banquet and rave exist in this pernate, regardless of the earth, the evil world, the demonic world, or Vail......

Tuan inspires his own pride as a former church knight and descends into the dark pot of the abyss like casting a fishing bell with firecrackers.

In his ears he has not heard the frenzy of darkness by instruments like cymbals, stroms, horns and horns howling from darkness.

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Ahead of the basement where Tuan goes down.

In a space like a distorted entrance hole with a cedar colour, there was a group dressed in a pink black hooded robe.

There are many captured women in front of them.

Their hands were fitted with magical dark shackles.

But my mouth and legs aren't blocked.

Do you even intend to make such a rule for them, one big figure comes forward from a group of people wearing pitch-black hoods?

He peeks at lame leather mixed with black and gold on the back of the shoe.

A damp footsteps sounded and leaned against the women.

"No, no, no, no."

"Don't come over here"

"Takeshi"

"How can you do this?

"Go home..."

"No, don't come."

"Don't let go, your husband, who lives in Martial Arts, won't forgive you."

A woman of the servant's fitting tribe screams.

"... hehe"

On the other hand, only one of the women caught, a silver-haired woman with shallow black skin, shows no resistance and leaks a laugh as she expects something.

A big person in lame boots who took one, two steps and came forward.

The big guy doesn't notice a silver-haired woman raising only one heterogeneous voice among the captured women.

And move your tarako-like lips that let you peek out of the hood,

"In the name of Bellahozma..."

In such a powerful tone, speaking, he raised his pink black hood and exposed his face as he rocked the rubbing golden hair that was wrapping around the characteristic tunnel.