A town with lots of wild dogs is not a locomotive place without exception.
If one or two skinny dogs are wandering around seriously, they are cute, and I remember pity, but it would suck if fleshy wild dogs became like a herd.
He sniffs the smell of a human about to starve to death, and if he's weak enough to eat, he attacks without waiting to die. That's how you learn how people taste, and you start targeting little kids and lonely women.
Normally it is handled before it does, but there are some places where such a ferocious flock of wild dogs are left unattended when they come to the ghetto.
Paradoxically speaking, towns with decent administration and security mechanisms are eliminated that do human harm, not just wild dogs.
The town where the man stepped was in the latter category, like not a single wild dog or anything else on the street.
How enthusiastic you are about maintaining law and order, it is usually clean and refreshing, from the back alley out of sight to the outside where the poor gather.
Even if I just went in, I knew the whole town was dead. The whole town was in the middle of a funeral, and the man leaned his neck hard on the man.
"What is it? It's been a long, miserably dark town."
Originally, it's not weird to be more lively here.
What's more, it's the third town in history where less than fifty tiers have been liberated. Not a regular crusade, like Iason, an old hero for over half a century. The outburst of demons began nearly thirty years ago. He crusaded the Hierarchist who reversed the fifty hierarchies, even though they were better than they were supposed to be.
That's how it was born, a town that can challenge the labyrinth below the fifty levels, where there are only three places in the world. We should want more people to come together for valuable resources or to raise the level even further.
Even then, it is a city that at first sight can be seen as safe. In fact, once before the liberation of the fifty tiers, the man was more lively when he was visiting this town.
Even so, no, the whole town is quiet as dead.
"There's going to be a clan 'balance' that knocked down Quael's guy, and the town got so shady so far. Ah, what are you doing?
The man enters the town without being distracted by the dark atmosphere.
Threesome people in uniform were walking all over town. I recognize that set of uniforms. I raised my eyebrows when I looked at the people in the town's largest clan, Libra, who were in the position of the town vigilante because of their adventurers.
"Oh?"
It was the kind of people who couldn't hide their amazement by being men. The troika in uniform passes without worrying about a man who, despite coming from the outside, has no discomfort whatsoever.
The man smiles slightly and drops off an amazing threesome. The man is a pretty strong side, too, but still admitted he was no worse than those three influences. They were too exciting for the eyes and nose.
What the hell is going on in this town?
I wondered, but there was something more important to a man than that.
"Ha. Alcohol first."
To the extra-popular giant, a sword on his back and a double knife on his hips. The dubious man nevertheless entered the town without making anyone uncomfortable.
There was an eerily quiet cemetery in this town.
It's not a wealthy cemetery. Challenging the labyrinth, it's a joint cemetery of unfamiliar adventurers, a rugged cemetery that doesn't even look like a janitor.
A pair of men were digging holes in the cemetery at night.
A cemetery tucked away in a corner of the capital. Digging a hole there is not the grave guard who is eager to work until midnight like this.
It is grave vandalism.
"Hey, you can't do it right"
"What are you talking about?"
The look on their faces is not bright. They are running their eyes blood together. I feel like I'm doing something unpunished. And there is a fear that in case you notice.
But still, they couldn't stand it anymore.
"It's time to look around. If we manage to burn their bodies in the gaps without him and reduce them, we should be able to figure it out...!
"Maybe..."
Digging a hole in the way the men have now hunted down is a tomb buried with the body of a clan 'balance' that was wiped out entirely in exchange for stopping the fifty hierarchical lords from walking backwards. The reverse walk of the fifty hierarchical lords that occurred a few years ago. A clan that has been in this town for a long time has prevented a catastrophe like the destruction of one town.
They were wiped out, but miraculously, the bodies of the heroes who saved this town returned.
That's right.
They stopped the fifty hierarchical lords when they said they had wiped out the whole thing.
There's no one left, but the body is coming back.
The people in this town were reminded of what it meant.
"Stop saying that at last. No more in this town. - Ah?
Instead, the man's words stopped as he said to himself.
From his chest, a sharp blade was stretched. I look under the sword I stabbed myself with the look I said I couldn't believe.
"Oh, hey. Doesn't it feel good to be ruined if you're dead?
An overly sophisticated sword with elaborate texts. Its owner is a beautiful woman who hid her nudity in a bandage.
The colour of the skin is so pale that it is obviously not bloody, and from the clutter-wrapped bandage, it peeps without the soothing wound.
A glossy and beautiful wreck, even in death, holds the demon sword that pierced a person and smiles at night.
"If you die too, you'll understand our nasty mood right now."
"Eh."
You couldn't have felt the pain for a moment. The body of a man stabbed by a demon sword that no living person can handle instantly rots away.
Crawling out of the ground in the cemetery, the beautiful woman laughed lusciously.
"Right? Some things you only know when you're dead, don't you?
He works as an adventurer with the men of grave vandalism.
But that was too different in front of me. The bandaged woman with the Devil's Sword was worse than any demon whose grave vandalism had ever fought.
"Mi, Migliana Zerzen............!
"Ugh, yeah. You're an idiot to vandalize our cemetery. Our clan Libra is a proxy for order in this town, isn't it? Wow, you idiot, let's vandalize that base."
"Hey, why... now is not your time to look around...!
"Oh. Sometimes shifts around are random. Pfft. There's no way to create regularity because there are people like you who aim for gaps if they're too decent."
"Yu, loosen up, you were behaving!
There is no longer room for illustration. The man, aware of the immeasurable difference in strength, snaps to the ground and asks for salvation.
The bandaged woman called Migliana annoys her head cutely with hmm.
"Alas, it bothers me when they apologize so much... hey guys? What are we going to do?"
"Heh? There's no one else..."
It is a cemetery at night. Besides men and bandaged women, there is no one else around. But the answer to the question immediately came up.
……
They burst out of the ground with rotten arms.
One of them grabs the man's ankle.
"Hih."
"Oh, right. I knew I couldn't forgive you."
"Ha, ha, ha!
The countless arms that gushed dragged the man into the cold ground. Resist as much as you can, but how wasteful it is. They are dead, but they were the best in this town when they were alive. Sleeping carcasses in graves were powerful even when they were knocked up as undead.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, forgive me, oh, oh!
A woman drops off a man screaming for help with a smile of mercy.
"It's okay. Because earlier people and you will just be one of them. I did something I shouldn't have done to vandalize my grave. Let's go into our clan 'Libra' and regenerate exactly, shall we? So, protect this town,. Ugh, uh-huh, uh-huh!
Migliana Zerzen.
When I cut through the reverse walk of the fifty tiers back in the day, I turned them into clan masters of the clan 'Libra', which left much to be contributed, and only one surviving dead.
"Well, let's go around today, shall we?"
Walking lightly, she also took the newly added body out of town.
Bloodless, blue-white skin. A wound that peers from under the bandage and continues to rot without healing. She's the body's girlfriend to see, but where she died, it doesn't change what Migliana has to do.
It has long been decided that policing this town is the job of the clan "balance" where Migliana works as a clan master.
It was only recently here that rumors began to spread around the continent that 'Krook Looper will be out'.
Murder by mutilators has been rampant all over the continent in recent times. And it's not just a killer. All of them are targeted and killed only by fierce men who exceed level 80.
Iason has been out of the news for over half a century on a hundred levels. Few labyrinths are still liberated below fifty levels. After fifty years, the situation is that there are finally over seventy-seven adventurers out there.
If we can kill more than 80 people in there, we can narrow the suspect down, but we don't actually have any idea.
From there they began to say that the legendary big villain was the killer, etc., but no matter, no one really believes that the killer is a Krook Looper, etc.
Half a century ago, Kruk Looper disappeared and was no longer half legendary. The story of who named the leader of the great villain is inconsistent, a legend because it disappeared at some point. Nevertheless, it is fifty years since the man who had passed forty at the time of the height of the evil deeds disappeared. If it's a ghost, it's still a good idea, but if the big villains are still alive and killing people around, it's a joke that they're serial killers at the age of 90.
If it's to distract boredom, it's a human being who eats and drinks in peace with the lives and deaths of others.
Same thing in this town's liquor store. As more irresponsible drunkards gathered than anyone else, an old man full of gray hair looked ridiculous.
"He sounds stupid. Such a slaughter could not have been the work of the devil."
"Heh, don't legendary big villains bully the active ones? You're so sweet!
"Are you stupid?"
It was my grandfather in the middle of the sixties who threw up.
I pride myself on having seen the first battle between Krook Looper and Iason when I was younger, and I often wind up tubing in this tavern. When the liquor runs out, the shaking of his hands becomes unstoppable. He takes a seat in the tavern all day and becomes involved with young people.
As an old body whose preaching to young people is a hobby, I guess it's not funny that Kruk Looper, who is usually proud, is making a joke.
"Oh, there's no way I'm gonna stick to the killer."
There is a convincing air in the words.
He's a great villain because he killed men, women, old men, children, kings, civilians, enemies and allies. Instead of killing to satisfy his desires, he is just a demon who ran around the world to kill him. The only person who could leave him was Iason. The old man's valve was surprisingly convincing that there was no way such a villain could be more proud of his arm now.
"What is it, Grandpa? I thought you were a proper blow, but surprisingly, really, really long ago, have we met?
"Ahem? Oh, I know, but it's a young man. Well, I'm old there, but I can't believe I'm older...
To teasing words, the old man suddenly silences himself as to whether he has finally stopped turning even in the Lu Dynasty. She blued even more nausea and suddenly began to shake.
He is an old man who boasts that he cannot be sane without drinking. The conversation goes on without being worried that I have lost my drunkenness to some applause.
"But oh. If Mr. Krook Looper's been around killing people over level 80, why don't you kill him anyway?"
"Aah......... that's him. I really don't know what to do."
"Because the officials pretend not to see it, to him."
"Hmm? Who are you talking about?"
"What? I'm sure it's decided."
Without reasoning or anything, irresponsible topics shift. In the story of those drunkards, the name of Pottori and one woman came up.
"It's Migliana Zerzen, the clanmaster of the Library."
The atmosphere of the venue becomes depressing in its name.
Migliana Zerzen.
That's a human name that's no longer contraindicated in this town.
Migliana is not explicitly considered a criminal. Never a villain either. Rather, her humanity is of goodness. I used to gather all my envy and admiration in this town.
It's a rotten glory, too.
It smelled like my nose bent unexpectedly.
Even if it's in a restaurant. Seriously, the meat smells rotten. It is now time for the air to freeze in the presence of a strong odor that informs us sooner than we can see it.
"Oh, my story?
The person in question, Migliana Zerzen, appeared.
A bandage that stopped me from even wrapping my clothes around. She is a beauty dressed unusually thirty years ago. A woman with a rotten mature limb and beauty, but the painful wound peeking from the bandage was vivid that significantly shredded the man's inferiority.
She wasn't alone.
There are many surroundings around Migliana. And the perimeter was rotten with no one left.
"Yes, no. I'm talking about outside this town. It has nothing to do with you, the guardians of this town."
"Pfft. I'm interested in talking outside of town. Why don't you let us hear it?
Whatever the circumference of the pull, Migliana with the body mixes in her seat for no reason.
From rotting corpses to whiteboned ones. To the more guests, the faces of everyone in the store turned pale.
"Yes, no, it's not like I'm gonna let you hear it. Ha, Ha. See?"
"Ooh. That's right. Hehe, hehe."
"Oh, yeah? … no way."
Migliana's beauty glanced softly at the faces of even laughing men.
"It's evil, like you can't make me hear it in" The Library "?
The reaction to the inquiry was dramatic.
A clan 'balance', a vigilante but given some discretion, with merit that has been built from generation to generation in this town. That master, she, is empowered to try criminals. Especially the practice of regrouping crude criminals into their own clans was customarily done by the "balance", and their efforts to regroup many young people were supported.
However, the "regeneration" carried out by Migliana today means something completely different.
She is now calling herself "Rehabilitation" and is adding more of her own "buddies" like she is taking with her right now.
"Hey do it! Oh no, that's not true!!
"Huh. This isn't really a big deal! Whatever, Kruk Looper is slaughtering. Rumor has it!
"That's all. I swear, really!
"Oh, you have such rumors. Krook Looper… that's frightening."
To the men who plead innocence with all their might, Migliana turns her eyes round and faces the body of her own companion.
"But it's okay. This town has us. What the Clan" Balance "protects, which even the Fifty Hierarchy Lord defeated. So don't worry, guys."
In response to Migliana's voice, the body responds with motion. Or nod in favor of Migliana, or wave whiteboned at will. It was the natural tricks that spoke to the corpse that had brought her abnormality to life.
The corpses pinch the meal served and pour the drink into their mouths. He gets punched out of the shave, dirty the floor, and the worn out food jumps out of his rotting belly and falls off.
It's an unusual sight. But I'm sure Migliana's eyes, smiling gently, seem to surround the table with her old companions.
"That's more in the lookout than that, isn't it?
"Oh, oh. If I let this town's sword of justice alone, they'll resent me!
"Oh, you're going to say something nice. Isn't it? Dinner's ready. Let's go."
Migliana rises, prompted by the words of the men. After dropping her off with the body outside, the men on the spot held their heads uniformly.
"Fucking assholes playing with corpses………"
"Did you see that? There were more, again."
"I recognize you. You must be the young adventurer. You couldn't stand it."
"There's corpses looking around town. You can stand it in a decent spirit!
In the past, the clan "Libra" was devastated at the price of defending the reverse walk of the Fifty Hierarchy Lord that occurred in this town.
Initially, residents wept over the devastation of the town's proud clan. He mourned the destruction of the 'balance' before the relief that survived the reverse walk of the Fifty Hierarchy Lord. They weren't just challenging the labyrinth, they were also clans who had made a huge contribution to town security as vigilantes.
Around that perimeter, the only surviving Migliana began to keep the town safe with the bodies of her dead companions. Do exactly the same thing as you did in your lifetime, and continue to do it after you die with your dead companions. There was no human being who could stop her from starting to do such an unusual thing.
[Level 88: Migliana Zerzen]
She is the most powerful adventurer in this town. After passing the fifty hierarchy, it continues to proceed without stopping, and no longer its value approaching ninety. There are only three labyrinths in the world where fifty tiers have still been liberated. Her strength stood out in the current state of many adventurers in the world stepping in front of fifty tiers.
Same thing in this town.
Originally, the 'balance' itself was the largest clan in this town. The kind of adventurer that follows them is not alone.
"Well, that's a hell of a woman."
He said, "This is a terrible story. Somebody help me... I think I'm going crazy...!
"Don't be lame. It's the Bakemon the administration threw the key at. I can't help it."
I can take the body. She keeps full security in this town. Ironically, the crime rate itself is dramatically lower than when the clan 'balance' was decent.
Of course. If a crime strikes Migliana, she will play with the body even after she is killed and killed in the name of Rehabilitation.
In the sinking air, there were two people who had not changed their attitude as if before Migliana came.
One is an old white-haired man who nods and trembles. He was blind when Migliana showed up, trembling with the fear of just knowing who one man was.
And the other, unshakeable, was ahead of the old man's gaze.
"Ha ha!
The giant man, mixed without any discomfort in his booze seat, narrowed his eyes to the pleasure of a long time.
"If you missed such a good woman, I haven't either."
He also poured the liquor down his throat without looking concerned about the rotten odor left by Migliana.