Chapter 251

Dangtel thought.

He was an adventurer who was quite successful in Mandeli Port, and he was a mid-level adventurer who was never inferior in the capital city.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I looked in the mirror and believed that I was very handsome, but it was a huge illusion that I couldn’t dare to rub, but Dangtel did not consider it an illusion.

It’s not that there weren’t people around to give him sincere advice. He was born with the temperament of an outlaw, but as if to prove that he was a kind of idiot, he had many friends of a similar level.

The most fundamental reason he was able to live in his own delusion is that he only thought about it and never said it out of his mouth.

Having lived as an adventurer until he reached 40, he considered the fact that he fled from Mandeli Port, where the demons raided and burned like a fire on dry rice straw, as evidence of his good skills. At the same time, he believed that he would be able to continue his life in the capital smoothly using it as a decoration.

However, life in the capital was never smooth. Of course, the problem was with Dangtel, but as always, he looked for the cause only from the outside and, as always, succeeded in rationalizing it.

What the capital gave to himself and his colleagues, who believed that he was not only proud of himself as a portman, but also his skills were outstanding, was a humiliating insult, a stigma of underpaying with all kinds of excuses, and a failed commission.

It was a cold world without any degree and absurdity. A person might secretly forget a bottle or two of alcohol in the storage room while standing guard, and then he might get excited and make a little mistake. There was no such thing as a territorial territorial attitude, such as not paying a penalty or reducing credit for such a trivial matter.

He had been beaten by sailors for doing something similar in Mandeli Harbor, but that memory did not matter to Dantel. Because people always live in the present, not the past. It was his theory that he could not become a great person if he clung to such things.

The irrational persecution of the countrymen from the capital city toward the adventurer from Mandeli continued day after day, but Dantel did not give in. Because I thought it all stemmed from envy and jealousy.

It was nothing more than a ploy by small men who were not like men to crush people, but a real adventurer could not be destroyed by such ploys. The stronger their persecution, the more Dangtel acted more confidently, and in the end, he was able to get the results sooner than expected.

Dangtel, believing that he had triumphantly won the battle against the capital, felt like he had the whole world. Until the day when I thought it was finally the end of hardship and the beginning of happiness, and I was drinking beer in the morning at the adventurer’s guild, and I saw her dainty butt and tried to touch it.

And until he got beaten up while holding a grudge against the work of the day, gathering his colleagues and attacking him.

“Huh!!”

Dangtel jumped up from his seat in a cold sweat and looked around without paying attention to his beating heart. Colleagues stretched out, unable to keep their senses despite the scattered bottles and their own screams. And the familiar scenery of the room reminded me that this was their own shelter in the basement of a building obtained by enemy adventurers.

Gradually shaking off sleep and alcohol, the head that began to awaken divided the boundary between reality and nightmare, and to calm the frightened heart, recalled the pleasant feast yesterday.

It was a drinking party where those who had been beaten by the goddamn Eldmia gathered together, drunk with the joy that Eldmia would finally be beaten like they were beaten, not enough to squeeze in front of an enemy adventurer. The alcohol bought by more than ten people out of their pockets lasted through the night and into the morning, and ended only after they reached the point of fainting from being drunk rather than falling asleep.

“Oh, my head...”

From a distant place behind Dangtel, who had been dazed for a while in the noise of everyday life, which was no different from usual, a sound that was a little far from everyday life began to be heard.

“I shouldn’t have done that, but I didn’t know that~” ”

Eh, what are you going to do if you regret it now...”

The two of you sing a song... One is terrified and even his voice is shaking while the other is shaking. I can’t afford to be calm. As I left the yard and headed towards the road from which I heard the sound, wondering at the tune I had never heard of in my entire life, two figures reflected under a street lamp on the road that had started to get dark were approaching the guild. Although it was winter and darkness had fallen early, the lights illuminating the capital were bright enough to illuminate even this remote area, and Dantel did not have a hard time figuring out that the man in the lead, trembling with fear, was their comrade.

But who the heck is behind him, so he comes in a mess like that, trembling and singing a song? A dog began to appear in Dangtel’s field of vision, whose expression began to wrinkle in wonder. I lost my gaze for a moment at the figure walking panting on short legs, then I turned my gaze to the person next to him... ”

I’ve become a fool~” ”

...Huh?”

A nightmare stood there.

“Huh?!”

Just as Dantel identified him, so he identified Dantel. Wearing ordinary everyday clothes and only a thick coat was completely different from the last memory, but that big size and face were not different at all.

The nightmare that met Dantel’s eyes smiled and raised his hand. It wasn’t a friendly smile, and it wasn’t meant for a handshake.

“Dangtel, you fucking bastard.

After finishing talking, the nightmare grabbed the man walking in front of him by the scruff of the neck and threw it away.

Thrown casually as if it were a light ball, the man screamed and flew through the air, smashing the wooden door of the hideout, creating a roar. As a result, he could hear his colleagues screaming and moving, but Dantel couldn’t take his eyes off the nightmare.

There was no other reason. It is because his body has become rigid with fear because he failed to escape from reality.

“I am!”

But, regardless of whether or not it was a nightmare, he shouted in a loud voice as if declaring war...

“Go to Eldmia!”

...Dangtel urinated for the first time in 35 years under pressure that could not be relieved by self-justification.