Night of the Soulless Heathens – 85



#85. The Brass Knight 5

“Hmm do you know the temple?”

Ject asked with a smile. At that moment a cold chill radiated from Ject. Although his face was smiling he was currently feeling unpleasant towards this thief.

The knights who had been performing the mission and even the bandit king Donaire who was meeting him for the first time could sense the state of his mission. Donaire hurriedly spoke.

“I am Donaire an agent of Count Lantaric. I am not a simple thief but rather a part of the work of the agent.”

“oh….”

“Sir Jecht I have clearly seen the messenger clan you are looking for.”

“Is that so? That’s good. Please guide me.”

Ject was smiling.

‘Okay. I survived. For now….’

Donair felt relieved as he felt Zect’s killing intent disappear. Just a moment ago Zect had been intent on killing Donair just by looking at him.

But what if he was an agent of Count Lantaric? If he were killed it would surely be a stain on Count Lantaric. There would be no way that rumors of him subduing bandits would spread.

“Please guide me quickly.”

“Oh yes. But this…..”

Donair staggered to his feet blood streaming from his thighs.

“Oh you’re hurt. Hmm. I guess I need to help you with something.”

The Ject Lord smiled.

“Oh yes. Thank you… Huh?!”

Donair was astonished. In the hands of the Jecht Lord came a dark red worm no longer an worm but a dark red thing as big as a small poisonous snake.

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. I’ll just heal your wounds and give you some strength.”

“Ah ah ah.”

A blood-red viper burrowed into Donair’s thigh. Paladin Jibek frowned at the sight.

“Kkaaaak!”

Donair’s scream shook the air with horror.

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Naga Agent Shati was locked in the dungeon with a knife. The bandits had put the knife to her neck before they left.

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‘I can’t move. Why is this thing so sturdy?’

Naga has more strength than an average human but if he were to use his strength while holding a knife to his neck he would tear his own throat. At that moment the sound of footsteps began to be heard in the prison.

“Hey is that okay? The boss takes care of the slaves here.”

“That’s why I said let’s just touch him for a bit when the boss isn’t around.”

“What if they reach the boss?”

“We’ll take care of it all this week anyway.”

It seems like the bandits came to satisfy their greed while their leader was away. And they’re going to take care of everything this week?

At that moment a commotion arose among the bandits. Another set of footsteps were heard coming down to the prison.

The one who entered the prison prepared in the basement of the thief king Donaire was Sir Brand the clown of Donaire.

“Huh? What is it?”

“Isn’t that inspirational? What is it? Why did you come here….”

The thieves laughed as they said that but then their faces changed when they saw that the old man who had come to find them was holding a crowbar.

“Hey old man put that down.”

“No it is you who must put down your weapons.”

“what?”

The next moment the thieves realized they were trapped. The cellar corridors were narrow and there was nowhere to run and the old man looked formidable with brass utensils hanging from his mocking armor.

“no!”

The thieves tried to draw their swords but the old man’s crowbar cut through the air before they could.

‘What’s going on?’

Shati heard the sounds outside. With limited information her imagination ran wild and most of her imaginations ran in not-so-good directions.

In fact if you imagined something good in the current situation it was likely a delusion. The mission was a failure her comrades were killed and there was no restraint around her neck. At that moment the door opened.

“Come out young lady.”

An old clown wearing a brass washbasin turned over as a helmet opened the prison door. Behind him sat other women half of whom were as bewildered as she was and half of whom clearly understood what was happening.

‘It’s a well-prepared rebellion. Some members have meticulously prepared. Are those who didn’t realize it newcomers?’

Shati noticed and came out of the prison. A woman who seemed to be the leader walked out from among the calm women. She was wearing rags that were too embarrassing to be called clothes and she took out a key and unlocked the restraints around her neck.

“Okay let’s escape. Get some food supplies clothes shoes etc. Then we’ll set fire to this place.”

“Where are you going to escape to?”

“We will leave this den and head towards the Lantarik domain. If we follow the water to the west we will reach the land of Count Lantarik.”

“It’s a straight line. But I don’t think there’s another way. Oh by the way is there any luggage I have? There’s something very important inside…”

“I see you’re looking for this.”

A woman dressed in rags picked up Shati’s briefcase and showed it to her.

“ah!”

“Let me keep this.”

She said so and picked up the dagger from the body of the murdered thieves.

“….”

He pulled out the blade slightly then put it back in its sheath and hung it on his waist showing that he was used to handling weapons.

“I heard the thieves say that you should get out. Is that true?”

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The eyes of the woman questioning him are sharp. Judging from her posture and gaze while handling the sword she seems to be a formidable person.

“Yes. I am a confidant of the great Cobra Queen Devislin. However I have stolen something important from those bandits so please return it to me. Unless you seal it again…”

“What if you don’t seal it?”

When Shati was captured by the bandits he unsealed the copy of the New King’s Book and made it susceptible to tracking magic again. But if he didn’t reseal it he would eventually be tracked down.

‘But if you ask me now I’ll have to fight these things.’

Shati chose her words as she looked at the woman glaring at her.

“Once you cooperate with us we’ll return this to you. Until then I’ll keep it for you.”

The runaway slave woman knew that Shati was interested in the bag and held onto it as collateral to control her.

“Okay let’s go.”

An old man carrying a crowbar took the lead. The women gathered what they needed from the den and set it on fire.

‘Is it really necessary to do this? Isn’t this just inviting thieves?’

Shati thought so but soon found out why the fire had been set.

On the road leading from the thieves’ den to the County of Lantarik there was a rugged valley over which a suspension bridge made of wood and ropes hung.

It was not a makeshift suspension bridge but a thick rope thicker than my forearm wrapped around a wire so if I tried to cut it with a knife the blade would bend and bounce off.

The old man who had turned over a brass washbasin poured oil on the bridge and set it on fire destroying it. If he had run away without making a sound no one would know but if he was going to destroy the bridge anyway there was no reason to be afraid of making smoke.

But as they were burning the bridge a group of bandits arrived at the den. It was Azadin and his men bringing three Kerim goats.

“Hello everyone.”

“Ugh. That author….”

Shati an agent of Naga frowned at Azadin who had followed her here.

“We came here to capture that woman who has something important to us. We would greatly appreciate it if you could hand her over to us.”

“Oh how ridiculous! It wasn’t even yours in the first place.”

“It was originally ours! It belonged to our Aragasa!”

When the unbearable Medium said this the people looked puzzled.

“Aragasa? What is that?”

“You’re talking about the messenger clan!”

Shati revealed that Azadin and his party were messengers.

“Then at least you’re not in league with the thieves.”

Brand was relieved to hear that Azadin and his party were messengers.

“Since the bridge has already been cut off they’ll probably just attack with arrows or something. It’s dangerous but there’s quite a distance and there are civilians… Huh?”

At that time Azadin and his party started to ride on mountain goats. They ran down the steep road and soon climbed up the cliff with ease. Mountain goats are much better at traversing rough roads than horses so they can climb cliffs that horses cannot.

“uh!”

Shati was bewildered as she watched the group of Azadin rushing in front of her. The sight of them climbing up the steep cliffs as if they were flat ground added credibility to the rumors of the Herald Clan that were already widely known throughout the world.

But the old man Brand of the brass washbasin aimed the crowbar at Azadin.

“Stop!”

“Ahahaha. What’s wrong with this old man? Why is he holding a washbasin over his head?”

Midiam laughed and tried to draw her sword from the goat but Azadin held out his hand to stop her and stopped himself.

“to?”

“We don’t want to hurt you we just want to get back what she stole.”

“I know you’re not in league with thieves but if you try to take something from a woman in distress by force I won’t forgive you.”

“Why? She may not have any special ties to you so why do you trust her so much?”

Azadin suddenly wondered. These old men and their group of runaway slaves were by no means at ease.

“Is there a reason why you would drag a suspicious woman into a group?”

“We are just the elderly. There are pregnant women among them. If we start abandoning them because there is no reason to carry them they will all eventually disperse.”

The old man aimed the crowbar at Azadin.

“So I would rather fight and die than abandon anyone here and seek safety. Even if you are right and she is a thief wouldn’t you step aside for now?”

“Haha. You’re being unreasonable. You still want to protect her even though you know it’s impossible?”

“Because even now my knees are trembling as if they would buckle. I am afraid that if I do not fight back even if it means using my willpower or force I will once again succumb to evil in a mean manner.”

“Is this how you call it to avoid being mean? Good.”

Azadin jumped down from the Kerim ram and landed.

Are you trying to fight?

Everyone took a step back in fear but Azadin saluted while still landing.

“It is my mission as the Emperor’s messenger to respond to the voice of the people so I will help you.”

“Are you serious?”

This time the old man was surprised. Ismail grumbled behind him.

“I don’t even have any gold coins so why…”

“Hey just wait a minute!”

Naga female Shati objected. From what Azadin said did she mean to accompany this group of runaway slaves?

“Of course it’s a lie! Those messengers are just picking up random words to get what I have and act together!”

In reality she was the one who was flustered and just saying whatever she wanted. Azadin started to secretly pressure Shati as he watched her make a slip of the tongue.