Chapter 291 Daerimwon Morto
and I moved into the forest.
As we still don’t know much about the 64th floor, Morto led the way.
Some of them were carrying corpses on their backs, and there were also intentions to observe the surroundings, so their steps were leisurely.
Moving slowly in a forest with no visibility while smelling of blood was the same as becoming a target for a monster, but I didn’t worry too much.
It also has to be on a certain level.
As long as I and the NPC Morto are there, I can deal with anyone who comes out.
Even if it’s not us...
“Daelimwon is a group of beastmen.”
There was no way monsters would be active in a place where there was a group of beast NPCs.
“Have you heard of it?”
“any.”
“I am surprised. Not many people know about Daelimwon. Few people have made it this far, and not many prisoners are in the safe zone.”
Morto also talked about various things while slowing down, perhaps because it was burdensome to enter Daelimwon.
It’s me, because I can get more information that way.
“Beasts have various characteristics, so there are times when they are grouped together and there are times when they move separately, but there is one rule. I will not abandon my people.”
Morto spoke as if he was bragging, but I just raised my eyebrows.
It’s good that you don’t abandon your people, but the question is whether or not you actually do that.
Right now, it seems that this guy also killed his own people, and Rilka was also abandoned.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but every beast I met broke the rules.
I’m thinking of just skipping it.
If everyone abides by the rules and obeys the law, why are there criminals and why are there quarrels?
I thought it was a normal thing to say.
Took. He kicked the stone in front of him and opened his mouth.
“What if I break the rules? For us, it looks like breaking the law.”
“The victim or the victim’s family does not give proper punishment. Others agree and enforce the punishment.”
“Doesn’t punishment seem intangible?”
“that’s right. Some want money, some want body parts. There are people who want to do labor.”
“You can do anything as long as you pay for your sins.”
“As long as it makes sense for other people to hear it.”
at a reasonable level.
What a subtle word.
Because each person has different standards, even the same punishment will have different thoughts.
What’s even more amazing is that the level is not judged by the parties, but by other people around them as a group and forced.
Not bad.
If the victim has no power, if the parties try to solve it, the proper punishment will not be achieved.
After all, we are similar.
If you break the law, the public power of the police is put in.
This one seems a little more simplified because of the small number of people.
Morto’s words continued even as he moderately compared and understood our world.
“So we try to get along as well as possible. It’s good if you don’t have to blush to live together, and even if you have an accident, the one who is friendly with people is less punished. After all, you need the consent of the people around you.”
“It’s a blind spot.”
“It’s a blind spot.”
A story that even if the victim or his kin wanted a harsh punishment, it could be replaced with a mild punishment if the perpetrator maintained good relations with the villagers.
Of course, the punishment won’t go away completely, but it won’t be as much as the victim wants.
‘I’m sure there are people who will hold a grudge because it’s unfair?’
It would be nice to be punished and finished, but is the world that easy?
It’s human beings who struggle to be a little more comfortable and suffer less damage.
Race doesn’t matter. Literally, unless you are a sage, your comfort is the most important thing.
The problem is why this guy bothers to tell us about the problems of the society he belongs to.
“Are you being bullied there?”
“...I just have few friends.”
“How many? one person?”
“One like two. Numbers don’t matter with friends! How close is important!”
A guy who screams in a fit of fuss.
It was half a joke, but it seems like he hit me with a fact.
The man with his mouth closed wrinkled his nose.
It’s been a while since you’ve been trapped in the tower, but it looks like this?
For some reason, it was strange from the moment he asked me to defend him.
If there were many people who believed in me, I would proudly say that it was an accident.
If you clear that first person and clear it, you won’t catch someone who will rise up and ask them to be on your side.
My head hurts already.
doubt.
He seemed worried that someone might be eavesdropping.
Judging by the way his mouth was quivering, it seemed that he had something he wanted to say too.
“Listen quietly.”
The man covering his mouth with his hand started talking.
* * *
Inside the forest on the 64th floor.
Unlike other layers, there was a large-scale village.
There are dozens of such villages.
If you put all the villages divided according to each tribe together, it was no different from one city.
Those who live in their own ecosystem.
Daelimwon.
It was a group of prisoners and a force that had an influence inside the tower.
Most of the vegetables, fruits, grains, and commonly used meat that the Flower and Bird Bureau supplies to NPCs came from here.
For the same reason, it is also related to Hell Dying Kitchen.
In the depths of the forest, there were terraced rice fields along the steep mountain roads, and orchards and ranches were set up on the artificially carved plains.
Suin himself was also an excellent herbalist, so alchemists who needed special reagents and pharmacists who wanted to make elixirs also requested a deal.
A place that is not well known to climbers, but is unknown among NPCs.
At the same time, it is located on the 64th floor, so climbers have not experienced many difficulties.
A visitor came to Daelimwon.
with the corpse of a kinsman.
Behiga, the wolf beast.
Because he had a good reputation in Daerimwon, many prisoners flocked to him.
Those who were busy working put down their agricultural tools and weapons for a while and gathered at the entrance of Daerimwon Village No. 4.
It was a village mainly inhabited by wolf beasts.
“What is this... Behiga like this.”
“I’m sure we had a drink together until yesterday.”
Those who mumble one word at a time.
While covering his mouth, he scanned Behiga’s corpse with his eyes.
These are also the ones who climbed the tower.
Although he was confined to a tower and living a repetitive life, the sword remained a sword even when the blade was worn out.
It’s instinctive to look at the wound and figure out what happened.
“You were murdered.”
Someone said something and the atmosphere became heavy.
killing.
Even so, the pack of wolf beasts had a strong tendency to care for their own people.
Murderous intent dwelled in the eyes of those who showed off their hair.
Everyone gathered here was convinced.
Whoever killed Behiga would pay the price he deserved.
“My name is Hippos. He is the representative of the wolf tribe.”
Splitting the crowd, one of the werewolves approached Hyunsoo Cho.
Shorter than the stalwart ones.
His fur was white here and there, probably because of his age, but there was a heavy and sharp force that he did not dare to attack.
A refined ferocity incomparable to Morto’s clumsy wildness.
“Thank you for recovering Behiga’s body.”
“This is Evileye.”
Cho Hyun-soo grabbed his outstretched hand.
It was a hand full of calluses, probably still on active duty.
“Something terrible happened. Still, I’m glad to be back. If it had been neglected, the monsters would not have stayed still.”
Hippos’s eyes widened softly.
Despite accepting the death of a loved one, he was not shaken.
Let sorrow go to sorrow and do the stranger a favor.
It wasn’t just a courtesy.
“Are you familiar with Suin? We collected the body according to our etiquette.”
Hippos looked down at Behiga.
Neatly gathered hands. Legs comfortably outstretched.
A white twig was bitten into his mouth. His face was red with blood.
The wolf tribe bites the dead with white branches. It is customary for warriors to stain their faces red with blood. It was a culture that strangers had no way to know.
Hippotos’s eyes sparkle with likability and curiosity.
Jo Hyun-soo saved his words.
The first of the plans made with Morto before entering the village. Get a good impression according to their way.
“I got help from a handful.”
Cho Hyun-soo quietly let go of his hand and started the next operation.