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Hassan’s Business
200 ? Hassan’s Business #3
Creak, creak.
Every time I step on the wooden floor, an uneasy sound is clearly heard.
In fact, there were traces all over the wooden floor, as if the holes had been roughly repaired with planks.
The wood is in a very gloomy state, as if it has been eaten away by moisture and insects, and occasionally, through the open cracks of the door, the eyes of people watching me with meaningful eyes sparkle.
This doesn’t even seem like a cheap motel.
Unlike the Nymph Wing Inn that I often frequent, this Nymph Eye Inn only has the same name, Nymph, but the level of management and degree itself seem to be different.
If the Inn of the Nymph’s Wings felt like a place where people trying to survive today and tomorrow eat, drink, and chat, this place seems like a place where people just living reluctantly reach.
I don’t know how to express this.
A primitive medieval version of a goshiwon?
Yeah, I guess you could look at it that way.
And I can also roughly imagine the level of the guy named Caroline who tried to hang himself in this inn.
A low-level adventurer who just debuted as an adventurer in Iron Tier, committing theft.
“This is the room here.”
As I was lost in such thoughts, the innkeeper, who was holding a lantern, suddenly stopped in front of one of the doors.
No. 204
2nd floor.
And is it room 204 because it is the fourth room from the stairs? The closed door looks ordinary, although a bit old.
Clink, click.
The innkeeper soon finds a bunch of keys in his bosom and opens the door. Soon, there is a loud sound of the lock being released. At the same time, the innkeeper shakes his shoulders and speaks.
“Okay, that’s it for me. I don’t think I can go inside, so do as you see fit.”
He didn’t seem to dare open the door.
“I’ll return the key later. I’ll go down now. I don’t know if there will be any guests. I’ll also have to feed the cats I raise outside-.”
He even goes back the way he came, rambling on and on, as if making excuses.
What’s behind this that makes you so scared?
I suddenly remembered hearing that one of the things firefighters are reluctant to do is respond to a call about an unattended suicide.
Perhaps there will be another horrific scene like this after this? Thinking about it, I hesitate a little.
But now I am a savage called Samaritan, and an adventurer who claims to be a rookie with a fairly high reputation. If I am scared of such things, I might become a laughing stock.
So I decided to cheer myself up by thinking of Luna’s face, who must be working hard at home. Luna must be working right now. So I can’t be scared forever either.
So I finally put my hand on the doorknob, turned it, and swung the door open. What I saw inside was so dark, even though it was broad daylight, that I couldn’t really see anything.
Is it because the curtains are drawn?
A room immersed in complete darkness.
Even in the middle of summer, the cool air lingers, reminding me of the baron’s blackout villa.
Yes. I was a little worried about where this feeling came from, and it was exactly like that villa.
A feeling of hesitation to jump in.
Of course, I was thankful that there were no nauseating scenes like I had expected.
So I took a deep breath and decided to slowly walk into the room.
My hand was drawn to the curtains that were drawn deep in the room. I thought that if I opened them and made the room a little brighter, things would get better.
Dalgrak, degururur.
My feet kept tripping over things and bumping into things, which was a bit annoying, but I was able to reach the curtains without any problems.
Choaak-.
As soon as I move it aside, a bright light comes in and brightens the room.
There was something quite comforting about the single ray of light shining through the uneasy darkness.
I can clearly see why many religions place light and brightness at the highest levels.
“Ow, sh-.”
Of course, when something that had been dark was revealed to be bright, there were things that were even more bizarre. I furrowed my brows, not knowing what to say about the sight that I was only just beginning to see.
The first thing you see, of course, are the wooden walls that fill all four sides.
Just like the hallway, the walls, which had become gloomy from being eaten by bugs and moisture, were densely covered with all sorts of letters, as if they had been gouged out with a sharp object.
However, the handwriting was so bad that I could hardly read it, so I had no way of understanding what it was saying.
In the first place, it wouldn’t be easy to understand someone who would carve letters all over a wall because their mental state is not sound.
In any case, it was certain that it would be extremely unpleasant. Indeed, people in this world who are sensitive to religion and superstition would not want to set foot in such a disgusting room.
Of course, a truly courageous Samaritan warrior wouldn’t care about something like this, right?
“Nothing much.”
So I muttered to myself as if casting a spell, and then I calmed myself down. It seemed to have had some effect, as my anxiously furrowed eyebrows relaxed a little.
Swish.
Only then did I take a quick look around the room.
And then what I found was a strange wooden statue rolling around on the floor. Could it be that I had kicked it in the dark?
Its size is slightly larger than the size of my palm.
There are about seven of them in total, two of which are described in fairly detailed detail, while the rest are simply taking on the form of humans.
Did that guy named Caroline carve it? Why did he stop carving it?
These are irregular items, so I don’t know what they mean.
So while I was looking around to see if there was anything else I could use, all I could find was a rat bone that looked like it had been eaten by a cat or something under the bed.
There really is nothing else to it.
“What the hell.”
There was no information or clues. This was a waste of time. So I sat on the bed and thought for a while about what to do, and then a good idea came to me when I saw the rat bone I had just found.
Swish.
I gestured toward the twisted rat bone, and its body began to move in a strange manner, until its empty head finally glowed with blue light.
If it’s something like reviving the corpse of a small beast like this, it can be done with just a gesture of the hand, without even having to tell it to wake up.
My swordsmanship skills aren’t improving at all, but I strangely feel like my necromancy proficiency is growing quickly.
It’s good that anything grows, but I’m not sure if I get too caught up in necromancy and end up being branded a cultist and punished.
Dalgrak, Dalgak.
Anyway, the bone mouse that arose at my gesture soon climbed up my foot and settled on my palm.
“There might be a guy named Caroline hiding something here somewhere. Look for him.”
Moon.
Then, the bone rat moved busily somewhere. The guy soon pushed his body close to the bed, or to be exact, the pillow made of a suitable amount of rolled up blanket and straw.
And then, it squeezes its body into that gap and starts to thrash around.
Since it seemed like the guy was having a hard time, I grabbed his tailbone and pulled hard, and soon something flat came out of his mouth.
notebook?
It looked like a notebook made of leather.
“Is there anything else besides this?”
Moon, moon.
“Okay, then I’ll give you a reward.”
After patting the guy’s head a few times as a reward.
“Grow up now.”
Dalgrak-.
I lifted the spell. I don’t know if it’s just my mood, but I have a feeling that the guy has fallen into a very comfortable sleep.
Anyway, what’s important now is not the bone rat but this notebook.
I opened it, thinking that it might contain information about the secret dungeon that the goblin king and this person had discovered, but I couldn’t help but be taken aback by the crooked writing.
Your handwriting is really bad.
However, I don’t think someone who could carve such a neat wooden statue would have bad handwriting, so I guess it’s probably a document he wrote when he was absent-minded.
Having barely managed to decipher it, I slowly read its contents.
However, there were many parts that were torn and illegible, so there were only a few pages that I could understand.
The abandoned sanctuary site to the west is actually nothing worth buying. Just weeds and piles of rubble. How on earth would you make money in a place like that? It would be more profitable to open a general store.
This little brat, there are so many herbs and cockroaches flying around there. He must be a brat who has been living comfortably by stealing other people’s money, so he doesn’t know how to make money.
One day, I found a hole in a crevice in a rock. It looked like a rabbit hole, but the space and depth inside seemed quite wide. With my long experience as a thief, I could guess that there might be something hidden inside that could be a treasure.
A hole in a rock? A rabbit hole?
I quickly turned the next page.
Flutter-.
What I saw inside were goblins. Goblins. So many goblins. They came out of nowhere, and they kept pushing in, as if the gates of hell had opened.
Oh, goblin.
Finally, some useful information has emerged.
Of course, it was easy to fool the goblins and go deep inside. Even though there were many of them, the hellish weeds were generally stupid. So as I continued to go deeper inside, what I found was a magnificent chair made of bones. And sitting on it was a huge, huge goblin.
Giant goblin-!
Shit, as expected, the Goblin King is a Gigantamax Goblin.
A giant goblin? Then its head must be huge. If I take that, I can instantly increase my reputation.
So I turned the page to see what was written next, but it was already torn and the rest of the story seemed to be lost.
When I finally found a part that I could read, I saw that it was saying something else.
I saw. The future where the seven plagues crawled up. They were born and raised in hell, they were demons. They laughed and mocked everything that the nation, the human race, had built. I can still hear their laughter in my ears. Almighty Mercury, please take this suffering away from me.
I don’t know what it is, but I can tell that the man is clearly scared.
In a future where the Seven Plagues are creeping up, what the hell is this devil? Could it possibly be related to the wooden statue lying on the floor? With the information I have now, I can’t imagine anything else.
Even if you turn the next page.
As I turn the next page, the same phrase is repeated: Almighty Mercury, take this from me.
As you go further back, the writing becomes less and less legible, making it completely unreadable.
In that moment, I realized that the scars that filled this room were also written with Mercury’s name.
Filling the room with the name of God. Did he want to use it as a talisman or something?
The image of a man trembling with fear and panic, carving the name of God into a wall, was replayed before my eyes. However, it did not seem like a very good scene.
“I will use the notebook well.”
Since I had nothing to do here, I packed my notebook and the two finished wooden figures and put them neatly into the pouch I wore on my waist.
The entrance looks like a rabbit hole.
A rabbit hole in a crevice in a rock.
If you wander around for about half a day, you won’t be able to find anything.
So after I got out, I headed towards the west gate of Sodomora without hesitation. I was worried whether I could conquer the dungeon alone, which was full of goblins.
However, if I borrow the help of other adventurers, the awareness that should be focused solely on me may be dispersed.
If I were to ask for help from a big-time adventurer like Hippolyte, it would be Hippolyte who would gain fame, and I would be treated as nothing more than a vagrant next to Yi Mongryong.
Then the obvious choice is soloing.
Of course, what I’m trying to do can’t exactly be called soloing.
Kekeke-!
Kyaek-!
I grabbed the heads of two goblin cubs who greeted me without fail with my gauntlet and crushed them, then resurrected them as my subordinates, the blue-eyed dead.
“Do you guys know anything about the Goblin King?”
Moon, moon.
I asked them just in case, but they just shook their chins as if they didn’t know anything. I had some expectations, but as expected, the goblin version of Sval is stupid.
“Then find a rabbit hole in the crevices of the rocks. Search through it thoroughly. Bring me the corpses of the goblins you meet along the way, and hide when you see people. Then go-.”
Pass the pass.
As soon as my command ended, the two undead lowered their postures and quickly disappeared.
This is-.
This is my solo play style.
So, when the guys who had gone out to scout came back a while later.
Click, click.
“You found it?”
Click.
“Okay, good, good job.”
I could rejoice that my methods were not wrong.
I never knew I could handle things this well?
Newspaper kid, just stand there.
The article is coming in-!
[Work Review]
I’ve already reached 200 episodes…!!! If I do a double today, it’ll end at episode 199 so it’s ambiguous ㅠㅠ..
Finally… I took off the save manuscript that was like my blood…
Flesh-cutting… triple strike…!!!!
The constellations that take care of me… no, the soloists, are giving me some strength by giving me coupons, recommendations, and comments… ㅠㅠ….
