Chapter 107: Formatting
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Chapter 107: Formatting
Hadnt the village been raided by bandits before? How did the residents not notice the undead among the bandits?
In the chaos between life and death, where the sword did not discriminate between foe and neighbor, the ground was littered with bodies soaked in blood and dirt. Even as daylight approached, how could one distinguish between the remnants of a neighbor and the decay of a corpse?
Moreover, the aged innkeeper had mentioned seeing a mage only once in his life. If the existence of beings that do not die even in death was unknown, how could one even speculate?
Or perhaps, the bandits brought the undead for the first time. Thats something to verify later.
Ratatatat!
Run and you die!!
Berics booming voice echoed from beyond the wooden fence.
Ill kill you all!!
Aaargh! F*ck!
Lie flat if you want to live!
Slash!
The sound of a clean beheading mingled with screams. Although partially obscured by the fence, the situation was clear. Beric was as free and fierce as an eagle soaring across the sky.
Thats when it happened.
Crash!
A bandit, barely escaping from Berics wrath, stumbled into the stable, his teeth all but shattered.
Startled, Romandros subordinate drew his sword but hesitated at the menacing presence of the bandit. After all, the subordinate was a scribe, not a fighter.
Ugh!
F*ck off! Move!
You, you bastard! How dare you come here!
Thud!
Chasing the bandit, an undead tripped and slammed its head against the wall. The scribe was so startled he dropped his sword point to the ground, especially upon seeing the abnormal condition of the figure in the dark.
What in the world is that
Its an undead, you must have heard of them before.
Undead? Oh!
As the subordinate gasped in shock, the emboldened bandit lunged forward, aiming his sword at the subordinates neck.
Slash!
In truth, this was only the second time Ian had encountered an undead.
Necromancy was more commonly practiced in the East than in Bariel. It was especially prevalent in regions plagued by frequent wars, where the abundance of corpses made necromancy all the more effective.
Aaaargh!
Before the bandits sword could pierce the subordinates neck, Ian extended his hand and unleashed a burst of condensed magical energy.
Boom! Bang!
The force of the magic snapped the mans head at a right angle. The following undead, moving like a malfunctioning machine, staggered towards Ian.
Boom!
One final blow. Ian obliterated the creatures head, then covered his nose with his sleeve as the stench of rotten brain matter filled the air.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin
Lord Ian, are you alright?
Thats what I should be asking you.
Oh, Im fine. Th-thank you!
Go find sir Romandro, quickly.
Yes! Understood!
As Ian watched Romandros subordinate run off, he crouched down, albeit reluctantly, wondering if there might be any clues on the bodies.
He started with the bandit.
Swoosh.
The bandit, unable to even groan, lay unconscious with his mouth agape. Ian searched through every pocket he could find.
Hmm?
Something caught his fingertips. It was unpleasant to the touch
Damn.
Sir Romandro, are you alright?
What in the world is going on, seriously. I thought I was on my way to the underworld and barely made it back. Goodness, Ive seen a lot while out drinking, but this this is really something else.
You sound fine to me, though.
Romandro managed to catch his breath and rambled on, despite Berics comment. Ian faintly smiled in agreement. Though Romandro looked a mess, he was unscathed.
Im fine? You have no idea, I thought I was a goner!
Well, youre not dead. Ah, seriously, my ears could fall off.
Excuse me, are you the imperial advisor?
Oh? Ah, yes, thats me.
Pleased to meet you! Im Ulan, the captain of the guard!
The guard captain, who had been standing awkwardly, bowed again in greeting. However, Romandro seemed uninterested and waved him off, heading towards the inn.
Change into some fresh clothes first, yeah. Then we can talk.
Sir Romandro, our carriage has been stolen.
Eh?
Romandro blinked in confusion at Ians words, seemingly unable to comprehend the situation. How could it be, with Beric standing right there?
It seems they took it while attacking the inn. They must have targeted us after seeing us in the forest. By the time we got down, it was already gone.
No, thats, no!
His mouth fell open in shock.
They had loads of documents, and more importantly, high-grade magic stones were inside. Beric nonchalantly propped up Romandros jaw, muttering,
Do you need to borrow some clothes?
Is clothing the issue here!?
Ah, there goes the left ear.
Ian! Ian! What do we do? This is madness! Do you think those bastards knew what was inside the carriage?
Romandros panic also made the watching guard captain break out in a cold sweat. It was real. Valuable items must have indeed been inside.
I dont think they knew. If they had known what was inside, they would also know who we are, but they brazenly entered anyway.
Gulp. Oh dear.
It meant they were simply unlucky victims of the theft. Romandro slumped down, supported by his men with difficulty.
Are the others alright?
Our folks are fine. Not sure about the coachmen, they went off to drink separately.
Ian nodded, somewhat relieved, and then gestured towards the inn to the guard captain.
First, take care of the bandits and the bodies inside the inn. I have some business to attend to for a while. And have a word with the mayor too.
Ah, yes. Understood.
Ian, where are you planning to go?
At Romandros inquiry, Ian fiddled with a compass and murmured, recalling the path they had taken during the day.
Im heading to Danil.
Danil?
That abandoned village we saw earlier today, its called Danil. Contrary to what we expected, it doesnt seem to be the bandits base. Beric! Fetch two horses from the stable.
If it wasnt the bandits hideout, why go there? Faced with Romandros puzzled expression, Ian calmly explained.
Were going to look for the dog.
Right. Its my turn to get wet, huh. Sure, sure.
Beric seemed pleased, his shoulders bouncing with enthusiasm.
Everything about the situation seemed oddly intertwined, and it felt like that dog might hold the key to unraveling it all.
The band of bandits, necromancy, a talking dog, a decimated village, and even the Department of Magic. To find the carriage, we need a comprehensive understanding of the situation first.
Neigh!
Iaaan! Lets go!
Sir Romandro, well be back. Please take care of things here.
Without hesitation, Ian and Beric mounted their horses and spurred them into a gallop. As they raced down the chaotic streets, Romandro yelled after their departing figures.
Please!! Bring back the carriage!!
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Chapter 107: Formatting
Hadnt the village been raided by bandits before? How did the residents not notice the undead among the bandits?
In the chaos between life and death, where the sword did not discriminate between foe and neighbor, the ground was littered with bodies soaked in blood and dirt. Even as daylight approached, how could one distinguish between the remnants of a neighbor and the decay of a corpse?
Moreover, the aged innkeeper had mentioned seeing a mage only once in his life. If the existence of beings that do not die even in death was unknown, how could one even speculate?
Or perhaps, the bandits brought the undead for the first time. Thats something to verify later.
Ratatatat!
Run and you die!!
Berics booming voice echoed from beyond the wooden fence.
Ill kill you all!!
Aaargh! F*ck!
Lie flat if you want to live!
Slash!
The sound of a clean beheading mingled with screams. Although partially obscured by the fence, the situation was clear. Beric was as free and fierce as an eagle soaring across the sky.
Thats when it happened.
Crash!
A bandit, barely escaping from Berics wrath, stumbled into the stable, his teeth all but shattered.
Startled, Romandros subordinate drew his sword but hesitated at the menacing presence of the bandit. After all, the subordinate was a scribe, not a fighter.
Ugh!
F*ck off! Move!
You, you bastard! How dare you come here!
Thud!
Chasing the bandit, an undead tripped and slammed its head against the wall. The scribe was so startled he dropped his sword point to the ground, especially upon seeing the abnormal condition of the figure in the dark.
What in the world is that
Its an undead, you must have heard of them before.
Undead? Oh!
As the subordinate gasped in shock, the emboldened bandit lunged forward, aiming his sword at the subordinates neck.
Slash!
In truth, this was only the second time Ian had encountered an undead.
Necromancy was more commonly practiced in the East than in Bariel. It was especially prevalent in regions plagued by frequent wars, where the abundance of corpses made necromancy all the more effective.
Aaaargh!
Before the bandits sword could pierce the subordinates neck, Ian extended his hand and unleashed a burst of condensed magical energy.
Boom! Bang!
The force of the magic snapped the mans head at a right angle. The following undead, moving like a malfunctioning machine, staggered towards Ian.
Boom!
One final blow. Ian obliterated the creatures head, then covered his nose with his sleeve as the stench of rotten brain matter filled the air.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin
Lord Ian, are you alright?
Thats what I should be asking you.
Oh, Im fine. Th-thank you!
Go find sir Romandro, quickly.
Yes! Understood!
As Ian watched Romandros subordinate run off, he crouched down, albeit reluctantly, wondering if there might be any clues on the bodies.
He started with the bandit.
Swoosh.
The bandit, unable to even groan, lay unconscious with his mouth agape. Ian searched through every pocket he could find.
Hmm?
Something caught his fingertips. It was unpleasant to the touch
Damn.
Sir Romandro, are you alright?
What in the world is going on, seriously. I thought I was on my way to the underworld and barely made it back. Goodness, Ive seen a lot while out drinking, but this this is really something else.
You sound fine to me, though.
Romandro managed to catch his breath and rambled on, despite Berics comment. Ian faintly smiled in agreement. Though Romandro looked a mess, he was unscathed.
Im fine? You have no idea, I thought I was a goner!
Well, youre not dead. Ah, seriously, my ears could fall off.
Excuse me, are you the imperial advisor?
Oh? Ah, yes, thats me.
Pleased to meet you! Im Ulan, the captain of the guard!
The guard captain, who had been standing awkwardly, bowed again in greeting. However, Romandro seemed uninterested and waved him off, heading towards the inn.
Change into some fresh clothes first, yeah. Then we can talk.
Sir Romandro, our carriage has been stolen.
Eh?
Romandro blinked in confusion at Ians words, seemingly unable to comprehend the situation. How could it be, with Beric standing right there?
It seems they took it while attacking the inn. They must have targeted us after seeing us in the forest. By the time we got down, it was already gone.
No, thats, no!
His mouth fell open in shock.
They had loads of documents, and more importantly, high-grade magic stones were inside. Beric nonchalantly propped up Romandros jaw, muttering,
Do you need to borrow some clothes?
Is clothing the issue here!?
Ah, there goes the left ear.
Ian! Ian! What do we do? This is madness! Do you think those bastards knew what was inside the carriage?
Romandros panic also made the watching guard captain break out in a cold sweat. It was real. Valuable items must have indeed been inside.
I dont think they knew. If they had known what was inside, they would also know who we are, but they brazenly entered anyway.
Gulp. Oh dear.
It meant they were simply unlucky victims of the theft. Romandro slumped down, supported by his men with difficulty.
Are the others alright?
Our folks are fine. Not sure about the coachmen, they went off to drink separately.
Ian nodded, somewhat relieved, and then gestured towards the inn to the guard captain.
First, take care of the bandits and the bodies inside the inn. I have some business to attend to for a while. And have a word with the mayor too.
Ah, yes. Understood.
Ian, where are you planning to go?
At Romandros inquiry, Ian fiddled with a compass and murmured, recalling the path they had taken during the day.
Im heading to Danil.
Danil?
That abandoned village we saw earlier today, its called Danil. Contrary to what we expected, it doesnt seem to be the bandits base. Beric! Fetch two horses from the stable.
If it wasnt the bandits hideout, why go there? Faced with Romandros puzzled expression, Ian calmly explained.
Were going to look for the dog.
Right. Its my turn to get wet, huh. Sure, sure.
Beric seemed pleased, his shoulders bouncing with enthusiasm.
Everything about the situation seemed oddly intertwined, and it felt like that dog might hold the key to unraveling it all.
The band of bandits, necromancy, a talking dog, a decimated village, and even the Department of Magic. To find the carriage, we need a comprehensive understanding of the situation first.
Neigh!
Iaaan! Lets go!
Sir Romandro, well be back. Please take care of things here.
Without hesitation, Ian and Beric mounted their horses and spurred them into a gallop. As they raced down the chaotic streets, Romandro yelled after their departing figures.
Please!! Bring back the carriage!!
Chapter 107: FormattingHadnt the village been raided by bandits before? How did the residents not notice the undead among the bandits?In the chaos between life and death, where the sword did not discriminate between foe and neighbor, the ground was littered with bodies soaked in blood and dirt. Even as daylight approached, how could one distinguish between the remnants of a neighbor and the decay of a corpse?Moreover, the aged innkeeper had mentioned seeing a mage only once in his life. If the existence of beings that do not die even in death was unknown, how could one even speculate?Or perhaps, the bandits brought the undead for the first time. Thats something to verify later.Ratatatat!Run and you die!!Berics booming voice echoed from beyond the wooden fence.Ill kill you all!!Aaargh! F*ck!Lie flat if you want to live!Slash!The sound of a clean beheading mingled with screams. Although partially obscured by the fence, the situation was clear. Beric was as free and fierce as an eagle soaring across the sky.Thats when it happened.Crash!A bandit, barely escaping from Berics wrath, stumbled into the stable, his teeth all but shattered.Startled, Romandros subordinate drew his sword but hesitated at the menacing presence of the bandit. After all, the subordinate was a scribe, not a fighter.Ugh!F*ck off! Move!You, you bastard! How dare you come here!Thud!Chasing the bandit, an undead tripped and slammed its head against the wall. The scribe was so startled he dropped his sword point to the ground, especially upon seeing the abnormal condition of the figure in the dark.What in the world is thatIts an undead, you must have heard of them before.Undead? Oh!As the subordinate gasped in shock, the emboldened bandit lunged forward, aiming his sword at the subordinates neck.Slash!In truth, this was only the second time Ian had encountered an undead.Necromancy was more commonly practiced in the East than in Bariel. It was especially prevalent in regions plagued by frequent wars, where the abundance of corpses made necromancy all the more effective.Aaaargh!Before the bandits sword could pierce the subordinates neck, Ian extended his hand and unleashed a burst of condensed magical energy.Boom! Bang!The force of the magic snapped the mans head at a right angle. The following undead, moving like a malfunctioning machine, staggered towards Ian.Boom!One final blow. Ian obliterated the creatures head, then covered his nose with his sleeve as the stench of rotten brain matter filled the air.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbinLord Ian, are you alright?Thats what I should be asking you.Oh, Im fine. Th-thank you!Go find sir Romandro, quickly.Yes! Understood!As Ian watched Romandros subordinate run off, he crouched down, albeit reluctantly, wondering if there might be any clues on the bodies.He started with the bandit.Swoosh.The bandit, unable to even groan, lay unconscious with his mouth agape. Ian searched through every pocket he could find.Hmm?Something caught his fingertips. It was unpleasant to the touchDamn.Sir Romandro, are you alright?What in the world is going on, seriously. I thought I was on my way to the underworld and barely made it back. Goodness, Ive seen a lot while out drinking, but this this is really something else.You sound fine to me, though.Romandro managed to catch his breath and rambled on, despite Berics comment. Ian faintly smiled in agreement. Though Romandro looked a mess, he was unscathed.Im fine? You have no idea, I thought I was a goner!Well, youre not dead. Ah, seriously, my ears could fall off.Excuse me, are you the imperial advisor?Oh? Ah, yes, thats me.Pleased to meet you! Im Ulan, the captain of the guard!The guard captain, who had been standing awkwardly, bowed again in greeting. However, Romandro seemed uninterested and waved him off, heading towards the inn.Change into some fresh clothes first, yeah. Then we can talk.Sir Romandro, our carriage has been stolen.Eh?Romandro blinked in confusion at Ians words, seemingly unable to comprehend the situation. How could it be, with Beric standing right there?It seems they took it while attacking the inn. They must have targeted us after seeing us in the forest. By the time we got down, it was already gone.No, thats, no!His mouth fell open in shock.They had loads of documents, and more importantly, high-grade magic stones were inside. Beric nonchalantly propped up Romandros jaw, muttering,Do you need to borrow some clothes?Is clothing the issue here!?Ah, there goes the left ear.Ian! Ian! What do we do? This is madness! Do you think those bastards knew what was inside the carriage?Romandros panic also made the watching guard captain break out in a cold sweat. It was real. Valuable items must have indeed been inside.I dont think they knew. If they had known what was inside, they would also know who we are, but they brazenly entered anyway.Gulp. Oh dear.It meant they were simply unlucky victims of the theft. Romandro slumped down, supported by his men with difficulty.Are the others alright?Our folks are fine. Not sure about the coachmen, they went off to drink separately.Ian nodded, somewhat relieved, and then gestured towards the inn to the guard captain.First, take care of the bandits and the bodies inside the inn. I have some business to attend to for a while. And have a word with the mayor too.Ah, yes. Understood.Ian, where are you planning to go?At Romandros inquiry, Ian fiddled with a compass and murmured, recalling the path they had taken during the day.Im heading to Danil.Danil?That abandoned village we saw earlier today, its called Danil. Contrary to what we expected, it doesnt seem to be the bandits base. Beric! Fetch two horses from the stable.If it wasnt the bandits hideout, why go there? Faced with Romandros puzzled expression, Ian calmly explained.Were going to look for the dog.Right. Its my turn to get wet, huh. Sure, sure.Beric seemed pleased, his shoulders bouncing with enthusiasm.Everything about the situation seemed oddly intertwined, and it felt like that dog might hold the key to unraveling it all.The band of bandits, necromancy, a talking dog, a decimated village, and even the Department of Magic. To find the carriage, we need a comprehensive understanding of the situation first.Neigh!Iaaan! Lets go!Sir Romandro, well be back. Please take care of things here.Without hesitation, Ian and Beric mounted their horses and spurred them into a gallop. As they raced down the chaotic streets, Romandro yelled after their departing figures.Please!! Bring back the carriage!!
