Chapter 7: "Suspicious"

Chapter 7: "Suspicious"

The remaining bones were forcefully digested by wrapping the roots around them.

The memories were taken in without any problems.

It seems that she was living peacefully in a village in the Great Forest when goblins attacked her at night and abducted her.

Her family consists of a husband and a son.

The son was dismembered and eaten in front of her eyes by a goblin captain-like fellow.

The husband was captured in the same way, and is said to be in a miserable predicament, either digging in a coal mine or being dug up by goblins.

The reason I know this is because I saw them do it right in front of me.

The master of the memory doesn't understand what was said because he doesn't know subhuman language, but I understand it myself, so I translated it when I remembered.

He said that he was excited while he was digging up his husband in front of his wife, saying something like, "Now your husband is mine," and licking his cheeks.

What a profound story.

Pronunciation of the Elvish language was not so difficult as long as one could understand it.

I tried to speak it out loud, but there seemed to be no problem, perhaps because they look like humans.

Is it still a matter of vocal cords?

But it is strange.

It was a pretty unreasonable scene, but I didn't feel anything in particular.

What was the difference from the other day when I saw the lynching of the goblin?

At that time, I felt emotions that I couldn't even control....

Is it because it doesn't cover my experience?

I can't tell for sure.

I returned to the previous path and went straight down.

Proceeding down a gentle slope, I head down to the lower level.

It looks no different from the top, a cave-like passageway with side paths.

From the back, I hear something like faint moans and screams.

It's that kind of compartment again.

I head toward the area where I hear the screams.

From the sound of the voices, it's probably a section where male elves are being held.

If there are a number of them, I have something to do.

Relying on the screams, I proceeded to the back.

The place I was looking for was quite a bit further in.

Unlike the brothel above, this one was a complete prison.

I peeked in after silencing my presence and found five or six people locked up in each of several large rooms.

All of them were men. The men inside had dead eyes just like the women above.

There were two guards? The room in the back is probably the guard's room, judging from the sounds of conversation coming from the room in the back.

Next to the room is a staircase. They are probably still down there.

The screams were coming from there.

I was going to let them go and cause a commotion, but... that's impossible.

Leave the place.

After all, let's go alone and escape undetected.

It seems that most of this level is a prison.

There are many prisoners locked up here and there.

There are at least three guards in every prison, including the one who is taking a rest.

I could manage with two guards, but with three guards, I would make a mistake and cause a commotion.

If possible, I'd like to suck out the memories of anyone inside...

Descending further down.

Finally, the destination is getting closer.

This level has a different atmosphere compared to the others. It is wider in width, and is probably 1.5 times larger than the upper level.

There are no side streets and the path is completely straight.

As I continued on, I came to a wide space. There is another wide space ahead, and beyond that is the treasure room.

When I was almost at the destination, a question came to my mind.

Isn't it working too well?

"Stop."

The voice came from behind me.

I turned around and saw a goblin.

He was quite large, even among the goblins I had seen so far. He had a thick sword drawn and pointed at me.

When considering this, some things become clear. His physique is small for an orc, the way he fights, etc.

If he is a human, how did he learn the language fluently?

The opponent is strong. Though he is strong, he doesn't feel like he can lose.

He swings his sword. The opponent flies backwards to escape from the attack range.

When his sword is fully swung, the opponent steps in at once.

As the opponent rushes forward, he hits him in the shoulder with his body.

Breath escapes from the opponent's mouth. He is in close contact with the opponent, so he cannot use his sword.

The fist without the sword is slammed into the opponent's face. The opponent is blown away.

The opponent stops after rolling on the ground a couple of times. When he rolls, he kicks away his opponent's sword with his foot.

He is strong. He must be strong. If it were only by skill, he would be higher than himself.

But he was slow. He is slow.

For some reason, before entering an attack position, he turns his gaze for a moment and stops moving.

And because he did it right before he launched his attack, it was obvious what he was going to do.

It was as if he was moving while remembering something.

At first I thought he was up to something, but it seemed he was unaware of it.

The other party was also tilting his head as he got up.

For unknown reasons, the opponent seems to be in a slump.

This is a convenient, so let's catch him before he regains his strength.

That's strange.

What does that mean?

Rothfeldt's skill should be higher than the goblin in front of me.

It is obvious from the multiple goblin's memories.

The damage is minor because I can read their attacks to a certain extent.

The goblin in front of me is a second-class warrior.

You can tell by the number of thin bracelets they have on their arms.

The 3rd class has one bracelet, the 2nd class has two, and the 1st class has three.

They are commonly known as "grade bearers".

The one in front of me has two.

In terms of human adventurers, the second class is probably lower-middle to middle class.

Above this class, intelligence is comparatively high, and many of them behave rationally.

The first class and above, depending on the individual, are smarter than most people and seem to be able to handle combat at a high level.

The higher ranks are said to be able to control multiple languages and magic....

This information is not beyond the realm of rumor, but....

I digressed a bit, but to be so far behind an opponent who could have won with Rothfeldt's skills....

Was the cause me?

That's all I could think of.

"Knowing" and "being able to do" are two different things, aren't they? I heard something about that before I died.

It's not so different from someone who thinks they can play a game just by watching someone else play it.

They can use it. But they don't own it.

I'm the one who thought I knew the world by something indirect without even going outside.

This is why suicidal shut-ins have such narrow-mindedness.

I was beyond sad and depressed.

Anyway, the cause was clear. In addition, I'm done with self-abuse.

It's time to think about something positive.

It is difficult to win in close combat.

I can't show my ability because of the ridiculous situation where I can't use my skills even though I'm superior in skill.

So, I'm going to do what has become a regular practice at .......

It's a bite. Most people will die if their throats are cut to pieces.

In fact, the deciding factor for those I've killed so far has been the throat.

It's difficult to get the throat after blocking his vision. Since it was prevented earlier, he is probably on his guard.

If so, I'll take advantage of my strong body and use a throwaway technique.

If he is caught off guard by an attack that would normally be fatal, the throat is the best way to get him.

This would work.

I'm going to kill you, you second class goblin. You will be my food after this.