Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

60 – Everything has cause and effect

Before entering the Veil, we decided to reorganize first.

Since you can go in and meet the owner of the dungeon right away, I thought it was the first thing to check each person’s weapons in this seemingly safe spot.

In a place where the enemy might pop out, there was no one among them who could disarm them all at once, like unwrapping a gimbap lunchbox on a picnic day.

So I decided to take turns checking my armament, and I was the first to go.

The cracks in the Taji opened slightly, but the broken parts were not visible, perhaps because the axes and clubs wielded by the corpses were old items.

As a bonus, the space inside the tower to store items such as daggers or darts was fine.

The arming sword’s blade was dulled by blood and grease. I’ve been fighting by wiping it with the clothes of the corpse, but it seems that the limit is starting to come.

Looking at the missing teeth, it was clear that going back and fixing it would be quite a chore. I just wanted it not to break.

After checking the dagger with an awl-shaped blade for the last time, I got up from my seat.

“It is over.”

It was the prianian squad leader’s turn next, so I was wary of my surroundings.

At first glance, I saw the prianian squad leader servicing the crossbow. She was calm, tidy, and meticulous, as she showed her temper.

If you add a little exaggeration, it gave off a strange feeling to move those white fingers around so that you could feel the craftsmanship.

While watching her move as if she was spinning her web in the air, relying on a strand of her thread, her eyes met hers, and I immediately turned her head.

I don’t know why. Is it because of some unknown remorse for stealing something?

“Hmm.”

As the voice that gave off a strange feeling tickled my ears, I had no choice but to look into the darkness a little farther away.

“The maintenance is over. Mr. G-House, and Mr. Lien.”

She stood up, dusting herself off.

Then he came up to me and whispered quietly, very quietly.

“Why did you look back? I was already caught.”

“Yes?”

No, after saying that, the squad leader passed me and stood guard in all directions holding a bolted crossbow.

I sat down, and Priest Rien set his luggage on the floor.

There was nothing special about Jim.

One moderately sized temple.

Even at this moment, the incense burner dangles and sways like a pendulum on a clock.

…And a short, excessive bag.

“That, Priest Rien.”

“Yes!”

Priest Rien, who was skilfully organizing his belongings with his left hand, with his right arm draped over my arming sword that I had planted in the ground – again, as I was about to support my arm, the prianian squad leader brought up a wit – looked at me.

I asked, pointing to the transition.

“Is it a weapon?”

“No, it’s a fruit peeler, G-house mercenary!”

After speaking so brightly, she began to explain in detail the use of the transition.

“Ah, I know what it is for. I was wondering if you didn’t have a dagger or something like that.”

Priest Rien shook her head, and I expressed disapproval.

It was a bit strange that he didn’t bring a weapon when he entered a place like this, but what can he do?

She was in the countryside until noon today, and then suddenly came into the dungeon.

“Then mine is-“

It was at that time that I was about to search my waist, wondering if I should give you my dagger.

“Come on. I have this too.”

Before me, the prianian squad leader held out the handle of his dagger to Priest Rien.

“I don’t give it away at all, so write it down and give it back to me.”

After she finished speaking, she looked around her again. Priest Rien thanked her while holding her dagger.

“Thank you, Mr. Prianian!”

“What?”

After answering that, the prianian squad leader continued.

“Because it would be better if it had a sharp edge rather than the shape of an awl that Mr. G-House was trying to give you. That’s why I borrowed it.”

Priest Rien quickly grabbed her dagger while hesitating.

Her deftness gave me confidence that she hadn’t wandered around her battlefield.

After the maintenance was over, Priest Rien, an expert in black magic, stood in front of the tent.

“Before we go in one last time, let me tell you one thing!”

Priest Rien raised her hand and pointed at her tent.

“Perhaps the opponent we will meet is a necromancer among warlocks. They absorb the negative emotions of their enemies and turn them into their own power, and they can continue to revive corpses as long as their bodies hold out!”

“Then what should I do?”

“Just do it as usual!”

Hearing my question, Priest Rien pointed at her squad leader’s crossbow.

“While Mr. Prianian shoots the warlock and the mercenary G-House stands in front to stop the undead, I will send them back to their deaths!”

“Priest Rien, how long will it take?”

Prianian Squad Leader asked while handling the crossbow.

“The sooner you kill the warlock, the sooner!”

“Let’s try.”

I said it nonchalantly, but she didn’t say no.

Certainly, it was fortunate that the squad leader came with me.

***

We lifted the veil and peeked inside, but there was neither Oblivion nor Warlock inside.

A plaza stained red with blood, just brightly lit, and a passageway stained with darkness…

“A library?”

Only the study and desk placed on one side of the wall were visible.

I looked around for a long time without losing my guard, but I couldn’t see a corpse, let alone a warlock.

“Let’s go to the study first.”

“I will take the lead.”

We started to cross the bloody plaza intact.

Behind me, only the prayers of Priest Rien could be heard quietly, and her eyes were so red that her eyes hurt.

At the scene where the intestines were kicked from time to time and unknown things flew around, the prianian squad leader expressed his feelings in a low voice.

“This is like a nightmare.”

“That’s right.”

I agreed with her words, but I couldn’t agree with her.

Because the sight of graduate school room 603 scared me more than the bloody square.

Beep, beep. I heard the sound of sticky blood sticking to the soles of my shoes like chewing gum, and then I woke up again and looked around.

The plaza, which smelled of both blood and incense, was considerably larger than the one I had seen during the day.

With the sound of the blood-soaked dirt on the floor, the red color faded one layer at a time.

Now we could see the library in front of us.

“Please, send out a ray of light to illuminate the abyss in the shade by the roadside.”

As soon as Priest Rien’s prayer ended, incense spread throughout the study.

Slight crackling and black smoke were repeated in the study, but soon nothing happened.

“Whoa. At least you won’t be cursed for touching the book!”

Priest Rien deliberately raised his voice cheerfully, but it seemed like he was wasting a lot of energy.

Not knowing how long we’ll be here, I offered her a chair and looked through her book.

Fortunately, it wasn’t human skin.

‘At least it’s not the Necronomicon.’

So the book I opened with relief was the Necromancer’s Diary.

When he came here, it seemed like an old story.

-It is a day of excruciating joy, all glory to the one who sits on the cushion of the corpse! Those goddamn heretic inquisitors of Sacred Romanum couldn’t get past the ‘diplomacy issue’!

Although I came to Central Britain with a filthy look, I can’t help but be happy that I can practice more death arts alive!

Since the lords nearby are keeping each other in check while trying to save face, and the king in the center only watches the surroundings of the royal capital, I can afford to observe the wriggling of the human body and the snapping reactions when mana is put between the bones. Got to have

You feel better. Really.

So I’m going to write this far in today’s diary.

Once again, goodbye, you f*cking dogs of the Holy Land. I am alive and I will survive!

Glory to the one who sits on the cushion of the corpse!

Palak.

-A few unknowing bandits crawled into the dungeon I made, and those who accepted a little ‘request for cooperation’ promised to be my servants for the rest of their lives.

By the way, among the newly acquired servants was a human trafficker from the north. Did you say you came to me while expanding your business to the central region?

They say that the North is a land flowing with milk and honey. There are overflowing slash-and-burn people everywhere, and even more corpses!

Now, it seems it’s time to go to the northern part of this land…

Palak.

-I decided to go a long way. Until then, the entrance was covered with magic, and the servants were ordered to guard the surroundings.

When I come back, I’ll reward you with more flesh, kind ones.

Palak.

-The journey was a success, and we managed to coax the bandits from northern Britain with a little intimidation! Now you don’t have to walk around the middle of the slave market wearing black robes to do human experiments!

Of course, the boss of the bandits in Fern Village said ‘I’m stealing, I don’t sell my soul to the devil’, but… I ended up giving a paralyzing artifact (of course, it doesn’t work for me!) Along with the boss position to the chubby pig.

When his own body becomes a zombie, there will be no more people who will rebel even while watching the sight of him tearing blood and eating his own flesh…

‘Fern Village?’

-If I take you to him, he will surely be satisfied!

With that thought, I remembered something the little pig muttered when clearing the den of bandits.

Palak.

-Among my servants, there was one with artistic flair. From now on, I’ll have to dress the guys I bring in those beautiful clothes.

Even though the new seamstress would have to keep spinning all night… Why take care of an already dead body?

-I think I saw these clothes when I was fighting bandits in the north.

I remembered that my northern friend who came with me during the day had pointed out the clothes worn by the corpses, and I turned the page again.

Palak.

While reading that, I saw a passage that somehow made me feel déjà vu.

-Thinking about it again, I regret not being able to get the brown-haired Far Eastern bastard from the northern slave market. That ridiculous behavior was a bit off, but something cheap and big would have made a great undead…

Just as I was about to pay, the grey-haired mercenary leader snatched it faster than I did, so I couldn’t save it. Damn it!

Palak.

-I heard that there are many people who lost their supply of materials to this dungeon, so I gave them a beacon. One in the slums of the Hebrides, and others too.

I’ve stored my mana, so if they come with a beacon, the dungeon will open its mouth. Otherwise, well, there will be more people hiding inside the walls and waiting for those who will become their kind.

Bless the world for giving birth to a genius like me!

Palak.

After that, I kept flipping through it. One topic came out.

Judging from the texture of the paper, it seemed like a recent record.

-The Battle of Yeongji took place nearby. It seems that one of his peers, who had been hiding in the count’s house and pretended to be the chief advisory wizard, got into trouble.

At least the wizards there had all had a taste of black magic except for that young b*tch – Serpin was something, I don’t know – so they must have died quite satisfied.

By the way, how I laughed when I heard that the cause of death had been hit in the head with a crossbow by a young mercenary!

Even though he’s only recently reached the 6th tier, a warlock who deals with mysteries and death dies with a single crossbow! He’s been on the path of black magic and seen colorful deaths in decades, but he’s never seen anything like him.

By the way, what did you say her name was? Luna Prianian? Lorna Prianian?

As I get older, my memory becomes weaker. Should I eat that pineal gland too? Really.

Kung.

When I saw that passage, I felt a shock as if I had been hit in the head with a hammer, but I kept reading.

-Of course, it is astonishing that an ordinary mercenary shot and killed a 6th tier warlock and other sorcerer scoundrels.

Of course, if I went there myself, that b*tch would soon die and become an undead, but I didn’t have to get my hands dirty. There are already plenty of corpses to touch.

There were many information guild rats who benefited from that friend, and there were even more who would assassinate them on their behalf.

If you dispel rumors that they were scattered somewhere in the north, they’ll take care of themselves…

I had the will to do that.

So bye bye, bastard.

“……”

I looked at the prianian squad leader from behind for a moment, then turned the pages again.

Palak.

After continuing to complain that the activities in the north were almost all fuzzy due to the mercenary group’s sweep, it was almost the end of the bookshelf.

-The supply is low in the north, so I ordered thieves to bring some children from nearby villages, and a battle is about to take place. Heo Gu-heon is a human bastard anyway, making a fuss about one or two disappearing. Really.

But, it was rather good. War always leaves a lot of blood and corpses.

The contents were moving to the next page, so I was about to turn the page.

“Oops! There were rats!”

From behind, I heard a voice that seemed to squeeze my vocal chords.