Chapter 39 – 10. The Mine Dungeon. (One)
While the group was moving in a wagon, he was fortunately not attacked by bandits or anything like that. The central area is relatively safe, but there are no bandits that dare to attack the 10 gangs. Even the worst thieves on the continent try not to be noticed by the top 10.
Anyway, after 5 days of pleasant movement, the Allen-Mercenary Corps saw a huge city nestled between a wide open field and a wide river. The mountain range standing majesticly next to the flowing river was truly a place that was not lacking in anything.
Big city, Agnentia—-.
In particular, it is also called the city of silver because there are many silver mines. Of course, most of the silver that was mined and refined had to be given to the empire, but even a portion of the silver earned as a reward was not enough to build enormous wealth. Thanks to this, Agnentia has become a very wealthy city known on the continent.
In any case, since the mining of the silver mine was disrupted due to the dungeon, the city had no choice but to be very concerned.
The family of the marquess, the family of the lord of the castle, must have been waiting for a group to clean up the den of evil monsters.
Of course, Allen had no idea what was going on outside the Habari of the group, and just sat quietly in the carriage until he was told to get off. The carriage, which stopped for a moment near the gate, soon moved again. There was still nothing left to do until then.
The wagon procession entered the Marquis Castle and stopped in an empty lot in the corner. And finally, the signal to get off came down. As if they had waited, the crew jumped off the wagon one by one and straightened their sulky bodies. A series of screams erupted from here and there.
The gathered guides attached one person to each mercenary. Allen-Mercenary Corps also followed the guide and entered the lodging room where they were to stay for the day.
Of course, it was an empty room. Still, it was much more cozy and luxurious than a modest inn room. The crew scanned the room and gave the best seat to Danju first, and then spread a rug in advance to mark their territory.
There was a small commotion about whether this is yours or mine, but it was resolved peacefully.
After roughly tidying up the room, the crew went to the dining room for dinner. Still, the food was generously served, and they finished their meal full.
Returning to the dorm room, the crew lay down early. It’s better to get a good night’s sleep in the early evening if you want to wake up early tomorrow morning.
Dimitris, a weakling believer who took the seat next to Danju, knelt on his knees on the rug before lying down and prayed for quite some time with his hands folded together. Of course, Allen, an atheist, watched the scene from the sidelines and was immersed in a very philosophical question, whether that act would help.
Dmitris, who was lying down after praying, asked cautiously at Danju, who was still looking at him with his eyes open.
“… Indeed, will God take care of us?”
It was a question filled with worries about the dungeon exploration that will begin tomorrow. It means that God will take care of you so that you can safely finish the dungeon exploration.
Allen smiled lightly, looking at those fearful eyes.
“Well. … Do you know what to do?”
If there is a God, of course.
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The group left the city early in the morning. Accompanied by two guides to Eun-gwang.
They crossed a huge stone bridge carved out of stone over the river and entered the forest. The forest at dawn was calm and dreary.
The group, walking in two lines, was constantly on alert in all directions. It’s very rare, but the monsters that live deep in the valley still appear from time to time…. The possibility that that day would become today is extremely rare, but still, a little tension with the dungeon right in front was a good preparation exercise.
The cleared road leading to the mine had been cut off for a while, and weeds grew green. Every time I walked, the crunching sound of footsteps overlapped with the sound of small breathing, creating a strange atmosphere.
And just as the sun was about to rise, they came to a great stone-walled fortress. Mining has stopped and it is now cold, but in its heyday, it must have blown out hot heat to smelt silver day and night without knowing.
When they arrived, the gates of the fort were thrown wide open. Even if there were no workers inside, there were permanent guards.
Viola gave the signal to take a short break here and go straight into the mine.
“Relax—!”
Everyone sat on the dirt floor, spread out randomly, and chewed on the pieces of fruit they had picked up during the early morning meal in their mouths. Since stamina is important for missions, it was better to eat anything you could eat.
After a short break, the viola shouted again.
“Break is over!”
That cry meant preparations for departure. After everyone lined up in two lines again, they moved along with the viola’s start signal. The guards of the fortress stared at the mercenaries who did not hesitate to enter the terrifying mine with tired eyes. No matter how many gold coins they gave them, they wouldn’t dare to go in.
Arlen, who was in the middle of the long procession, noticed that the inside was wider than expected as soon as he entered the mine entrance. About five tall men could stand side by side with their arms outstretched…. It was said that it was a fairly old silver mine, and I definitely felt that way from the scale.
As she walked through the straight aisle, at some point, an unpleasant stench began to emanate.
“Sirtooth, who is so tired of it?”
It seems that not only Allen but also the other members feel it. Allen expected it to be the monster’s secretions or the stench from the corpse.
Of course, no matter how much he was a craftsman of 20,000 hours, he obviously had no talent for finding out information by smell. … If the [Guild Master] Had really supported his sense of smell, he might have developed such a talent.
The stench got worse and worse. There was also a strange object on the wall of the aisle. Of course, no matter how curious they were, no human wanted to touch them. I don’t know what kind of material it might be, but I’m afraid I’ll cut my finger if I touch it.
The sunlight had already completely disappeared, and dozens of torches and a few magic orbs continued to illuminate the surroundings.
Fortunately, Allen-Mercenary Corps had a magician, so the magic beads attached to the magic wand could emit a much brighter light than a torch. With that alone, the mercenaries recognized the Allen-Mercenary Corps as a high-level mercenary. The status of a wizard was roughly like that.
The group has moved quite a bit down the passage, but haven’t encountered the monster yet. Either I’m just lucky, I’m deeper, or I’m back in my nest, one of three things.
Still, the mercenaries were so nervous that they were clearly different from when they passed through the forest earlier. Sensitively reacted to the slightest movement or small sound. You never know when or where something will pop out.
Soon they reached a huge cavity. It was quite spacious. So much so that the light from the torch did not even reach the wall on the other side of the cavity.
At that time, Viola, who was walking in the lead, suddenly lifted his hand and clenched it tightly, making it into his fist. Means to stop quietly. Everyone was very nervous, so there was no accident of bumping into the person in front of them who suddenly stopped.
Silence ensued, not a single breath. Only the sound of breathless gasping and dry saliva gurgling.
In the dungeon, I had to be very careful about even the slightest sound. Of course, I hadn’t entered the dungeon yet, but since there were dungeons and passages, mines were already part of the dungeon.
Viola raised only one index finger from his clenched fist and poked somewhere in the darkness with it, pointing in the direction. It meant there was something there.
Her sensitive senses grasped the presence of a monster crouching in the darkness. Fortunately, he is sleeping or not moving.
It was one anyway. There was no need for mercenaries to rush in and catch them. Viola gave her signal to follow her, pointing at only a few of her crew by nipping her finger at her.
They slowly approached in the direction Viola pointed earlier, muting their footsteps with thieves’ steps. … And a certain existence that slowly begins to be seen beyond the dim torch.
ㅡㅡ!!
Demetrius, a weakling believer seeing the terrifying monster for the first time, covered his mouth with both of his hands in fright. I almost burst out screaming.
The size was significant. About the size of an elephant.
It had wrinkled, wrinkled skin and several pairs of thin spider-like legs. In addition, the round snout, which is as wide as the body, has sharp teeth protruding up and down like thorns…. If you get bitten by that one, it won’t end simply as painful.
Viola, who got as close as possible to the lying monster, took one last glance at her crew and struck her neck with the sword she was holding.
ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!!!!
At the same time as the head was cut off, the body started to light up once. Even with his head cut off, the monster opened his mouth wide and tried to swallow the viola in one bite.
As if waiting, the crew pounded the head and body of the monster down with clubs and axes, chopping them into chunks of meat. Only then did the monster’s movement completely stop.
The impeccable handling of the viola gave Allen a little admiration. In addition, her skill at cutting off the thick monster’s head with a single knife was also amazing. Truly a swordsmanship genius.
“Rest.”
She ordered a break. Only then did the mercenaries, who were able to catch their breath, let out the breath they had been holding in and sit down roughly anywhere.
Another member of Allen’s crew who was chewing on something, the axeman Cabrioldie, smiled as if he was fortunate and said to his danju.
“I’m lucky, though. It doesn’t sound too difficult.”
“Hey, bastard. Have bad luck Don’t talk like that.”
Superstition-loving womanizer, Iron Mace Nola, warned her snout-light cabriolet. Of course, he just shrugged his shoulders.
Although Allen, an atheist, is not particularly superstitious… , She has been a bit of a mercenary, so the idea that there isn’t such a thing has disappeared.
… Strangely, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I had some bad luck because I said that for no reason.
