Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Lugersfell. What a name I havent heard in a long time.

Ian glanced outside through the carriage window and surveyed the surroundings. Lugersfell, wasnt it one of the most notorious slums in the capital? It was said that being assigned to this neighborhood was a demotion for guards in the security force, and it was common for them to quit, unable to endure the grueling workload. Consequently, gaps naturally formed in security, which in turn exacerbated the law and order issues in Lugersfell, creating a vicious cycle.

A breeding ground for all sorts of crimes, incidents, and accidents. The rotten underbelly of Variel. And a world of their own, filthier and more hideous than the bottom of human depravity.

I dont think Lugersfell used to be like this in the past.

Is that so?

Ah, Ian, youre from the frontier, so you may not be familiar. Originally, this place was also a neighborhood where caravans temporarily stayed, like Mereloth. However, due to the large number of transients with unknown identities, as well as illegal immigrants, drug cartels, and slave caravans settling in, it has become like this.

Romandro cleared his throat to maintain his dignity as he explained. It was because he had made eye contact with the drunkards persistently tailing them. The coachman cracked his whip and shouted at them to back off, but his words fell on deaf ears to those half out of their minds.

Get away from there! Do you know whos riding in this carriage?

It must be someone of high status! Just give us a single copper coin! The sound of the carriage has ruined our drinking mood!

You bastards! Move aside!

Crack!

The Lugersfell I know hasnt been around for long.

Ian clicked his tongue as he watched the vagrants. They were so ragged and unkempt that they could hardly be considered imperial citizens. If it were a true great nation, even these alleys should be touched by sunlight

Well, have we arrived?

Yes. The light on the compass is growing stronger. It seems they havent moved to another area but are in the vicinity.

Romandro wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and sighed. Despite being midday, the densely packed old buildings made it gloomy.

Was that all? Clotheslines and yellowed fabrics fluttered abundantly in the air, accompanied by the stench of foul waste, the loud voices of drunkards, and people suddenly fighting. Everything that could be perceived by the five senses made one feel threatened.

That fellow Beric, what kind of help does he need from us while hes even confronting the captain of the guards?

I dont think its something that can be resolved with force. Above all, theres a high possibility that its Hashas judgment.

If it were Beric, he would have definitely taken Hasha and returned as soon as he found her. Even if there was a problem ahead, he would have cleared a path by swinging his sword. However, since that wasnt the case, it was clear that Hasha had made a request.

Stop for a moment and turn the carriage around.

While Ian was talking with Romandro, the light on the compass turned in the opposite direction. It meant they had passed the target. The coachman awkwardly poked his head through the window.

Uh, Viscount. The road is too narrow to turn around. We can stop here, but to come back, well have to take a rather long detour.

Is that so? I understand. Lets get off.

Ian, you mean get off?

Romandro, if you wish, you may remain in the carriage.

As soon as the door opened with a click, the stench of waste poured in. At the same time, the gazes of those observing them from the surroundings did the same. Romandro quickly surveyed left and right, pondering. Should he stay with the coachman in this brutal neighborhood? Or should he accompany Ian, who was a mage?

Ian, Ill go with you! Lets go!

Swish.

Ian continued to walk, following the compass and turning his body in various directions. He needed to find the spot where the light shone the brightest and the direction didnt flip.

I think its here.

An old building that seemed nothing special. Judging by the numerous chests piled up in front of the building, Ian presumed it was the nest of a caravan. A yellowed, stained flag was stuck next to the door.

Romandro stroked his beard and sniffed.

Its in the Chelim language. Fa, Fa

Fakens.

Ah. Right. Fakens. Huh? You can speak the Chelim language too?

Romandro, who had been nodding, opened his eyes wide and turned around. However, Ian didnt seem inclined to answer and turned to the door to examine the inside.

Fakens Hasha and Beric must be here. Call someone from inside.

Here? Why?

Romandro had a genuinely confused expression. The slave caravan that dealt with the thief leader of Karenna and undead. Ian firmly remembered the name of that caravan. Following the compass led them here? It couldnt be a coincidence.

Thump thump!

Ian tapped the table with his fingertips.

How many goods do you have?

Currently, we have a total of about thirty.

Id like to take a look around.

I apologize, but we dont readily show them to those who havent made a deal. If theres something you want, please tell me. Ill have them brought up here.

Ian stared intently at Fakens.

Do you also deal with beasts?

Beasts? Ah, yes. Well, its not that we dont have them.

Im looking for something to play with and something suitable for sword training. Recommend and bring them as you see fit, and Ill choose.

Sword training! Thats a good one! When it comes to sword training, its best to have thick subcutaneous fat. Please wait a moment.

Fakens and his subordinates left the office, closing the door behind them. However, the footsteps heard belonged to only one person. The remaining two guards seemed to be guarding the door. Romandro, who had also noticed this, whispered to Ian.

Do you think Hasha and Beric are being held here?

Hasha might be. If they found out hes a talking dog. But the petty thief

Its Beric, right?

Probably. Since he said he was with Hasha, he must be hiding somewhere in the building.

Then what should we do?

Romandro shrugged and asked. Since they didnt know what Hasha and Beric wanted to be done, they couldnt recklessly take action. Should they bring the guards and turn this place upside down?

Ill let Beric know. That weve arrived.

Zing. Zing.

Ian slowly released his mana. His eyes turned golden, and his hair fluttered in the low-swaying wind. Romandro gulped and glanced alternately at the door and Ian.

To sense the mana? Will that insensitive Beric even notice?

Kwang! Bang!

At that moment. The loud noise coming from outside. Ian stopped releasing his mana and turned around.

I think he noticed.

***

Whats that sound?

I wonder.

Fakens, who was about to go down to the underground dungeon with his subordinates, hesitated. The sound came from the direction they were heading, so he was rather cautious.

Patter patter!

Fakens! Fakens!

The commotion is loud! Quiet down!

No, its just

The subordinate crawling up the stairs blurted out incomprehensible words. Thick smoke. Wondering if a fire had broken out, Fakens covered his mouth with his sleeve and went downstairs.

Creak.

The half-shattered door opened on its own. The torches in the corridor illuminated the inside of the underground dungeon, where a white dog and an unfamiliar man were sitting. With his red hair and the subordinates blood spattered on him.

What the?

Hello! Hey! Our master is here!

You, you, how did you get here?

Our master is here!?

Beric stood up, infusing mana into his sword.

Hasha did the same. Running toward the opposite corridor, she shouted loudly.

-Astanians! Its time! The person to save us has come! Everyone, rise up!