Chapter 27

My Villains Episode 027

8. The Mill and the Undertaker (1)

After roughly completing the first aid for the wound, we went back to the hub and took the eggs.

Then they started dismembering the crocodile’s carcass. It was because he decided to take only the skin and tail off.

Of course, neither I nor Ellen knew anything about tanning, so the work that followed was more like hacking than dismantling.

Skinning wasn’t as easy as I thought. I accidentally stabbed the back of my hand while peeling off the skin on my head.

I wasn’t hurt because I was wearing good quality cowhide gloves, but damn. The glove is slightly torn. This is expensive....

The leather and tail he had worked so hard to get were tied to a backpack and transported.

I left the lantern with Ellen and picked up my backpack, but even though I was strong, it was quite painful because I was completely bruised.

Since the second floor was well organized, fortunately, there was no encounter with the enemy. We went through the first floor and went up to the ground.

When I got to the ground and saw the sun setting in the west, I let out a small exclamation without realizing it. The long twilight was covering the gloomy atmosphere of the city a little bit...

“Wow, the sun is already setting. You came out now.”

“...after. It was hard.”

As Ellen said, it was a very hard day, but thanks to the last fight, I got a lot of income.

The soldiers who saw the remains of the giant crocodile sent a messenger to the tower, and after waiting for a while, a man with an aristocratic impression appeared and bought the whole hide.

There was no choice. It was said that valuable items like crocodile skin had to be sold to the lord of the castle.

It was kind of annoying though. The sewage system was also owned by the lord of the castle, so there was no choice. It seemed like a good price too.

Ha- The real lord is the best.

The man who introduced himself as the butler of the salt castle clicked his tongue while handing over the money.

“What is this tsk state? If I had paid a little more attention, I would have paid twice as much.”

“I couldn’t help it because I was lacking in technology.”

“Still, next time you have another chance, be as careful as possible and peel off the skin. No, bring the whole body. Then I’ll buy you ten gold coins.” It weighs well over a ton, so how do you get it all the way here, you stupid bastard?

Even thinking about it, I smiled moderately.

In addition to that, most of the crocodile tails, which were nearly three meters long, were sold. This was just weighed and paid as much as pork.

However, since the price of all the groceries had gone up, I was able to get quite a bit of money.

Anyway, what I got was four gold coins! In terms of silver, it was a huge sum of up to twenty pieces.

Come to think of it- I received nine silver coins even after all the hardships on the dockside. Twenty silver coins for just a crocodile?

...no no no. Come to think of it, even a crocodile must have been tough. Besides, if it weren’t for the special tear gas grenade Ellen had prepared, I would have been dead.

The experience value given by the giant crocodile is... maybe 500? That should be it. It’s a simple comparison, but it means that it is a monster at the level of ten warriors wearing iron masks.

Even in the game, it was quite a tough opponent to deal with with a level 11 character.

It’s the best game in terms of money or experience, but...

Ah- but I’m reluctant. I think aiming and hunting is a bit unreasonable.

It was difficult to be optimistic that if he met a giant crocodile again, he would be able to kill it easily.

It looks like Ellen can hit the crocodile’s muzzle with a tear gas grenade and I can open the gap and slit its stomach. If you make a mistake, it’s over.

Is it really a high-risk, high-return game?

...I’ll have to think about it a bit. You should be especially careful when searching the third floor.

“Kyaaak Poi!”

Daria screamed out loud when she saw me come back in a state of disrepair.

“What the hell is this! Is it like this in the sewer?”

“huh. I met an alligator.”

“...what? crocodile?”

He held out a large piece of meat to her, who opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yeah look at this. Crocodile Meat! I have eggs too.”

“No, there was a crocodile in the sewer... uhh. Hurry up and wash your wounds.”

Saying that, Daria grabbed my left arm and dragged it.

“Oh, I smell...

” It’s okay, so follow me quickly.”

Wow, what kindness! And this soft and voluptuous thing that I could feel through my clothes...

It was the car I was about to be dragged by Daria’s hand pretending I couldn’t win.

snap.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed my right arm.

“Wait-”

“Huh huh?”

When I turned my head, Ellen was chewing on her words.

Could it be this guy? No matter how ignorant it is...

“Hey, can’t you see I’m hurt?”

“...what?”

“No matter how tired you are, don’t you have any consideration for a guy like you?”

I can’t mention Jang Yoo’s suicide note here like an old man... but isn’t this an obvious right as an injured person?

“Can’t look at this. Shall I wash first?”

The guy who came out of the sewer was suffering from excruciating muscle pain. There didn’t seem to be any broken bones or ligaments, and the eggs were firmly embedded in the arms and waist. Of course, the worst is the legs.

Because of Ellen’s illness, she had been resting for two days after catching an alligator and getting out of the sewer.

It’s me, I recovered most of my condition around the time I ate dinner last night.

The cracked shoulder blade hurts a little, but it’s getting better with time. I think it will probably be fine by evening.

Health is also health, but it seemed to be the effect of the passive skill ‘flowing blood’.

A health of 18 is a high score, of course—but not to the extent of transcending humanity. If you want to get better like a troll without ‘flowing blood’, your health will have to be much higher than now.

Anyway, since I recovered my condition, I have been taking care of Ellen again.

Well, it’s not like I have a fever, but I don’t have much to do... The atmosphere in the city is so ugly that it’s kind of hard to leave it alone.

Thinking about that, I was teasing Ellen for a long time when she suddenly cried out in pain.

“Ugh.”

“Are you very serious? Shall I hold you?”

“...it’s okay.”

It must have been empty words, given the hesitation in the answer. You’re in the palm of my hand, you foolish soul.

“why? where does it hurt the most? Just great.”

“...huh thighs.”

“Thigh-?”

He’s making a big noise again.

I tried not to say anything like this for fear of seeming like an old man, but as Ethics Man is a Confucianist, I can’t just ignore this.

“hey. What is not an arm or a shoulder, but a thigh? Are you a grown girl asking an outsider to massage her thighs?”

At my reproachful question, Ellen put on a puzzled expression and blushed in protest.

“You crazy bastard! You asked where it hurts the most!”

“Hey, don’t you know the context of the conversation? ‘I’ll hold you down. Where does it hurt the most?’ Then the answer is ‘Oh, this is the most painful. Please massage this place.” Isn’t it supposed to come out like this?”

“I didn’t mean that! It’s just that my thighs hurt the most-”

Ugh, yes. Since I was a child, I was stuck in a strange palace, so I don’t know.

It’s like a guy who hasn’t been taught. It reminds me of the importance of institutionalized basic education.

With that thought in mind, he stood up from the bed and asked, startled.

“Where are you going?”

“Pick up Daria. You seem to be free, but

ask me to massage your legs.”

The boy’s face hardened at my answer.

Her face was so lively when she was angry or crying, but when she erased her expression, she felt like a doll.

“Who do you like? Why am I getting a massage from that old lady?”

“Don’t you speak nicely?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even want to rub my fingertips with her.”

Now, like Pavlov’s dog, when Ellen shows this kind of reaction, the gaze automatically goes to the guy’s philtrum.

Will there ever come a day when I can’t resist the urge and hit him in the middle? It is expected.

“Ugh, that’s it. Wait a minute.”

“Because I don’t get a massage!”

“Oh, who called because of you? I was going to ask for help with the sewing.”

“... Sewing?”

“uh. I’m sick of sewing.”

Hey did you notice? Although her face was expressionless, Ellen’s eyes were filled with doubt. He looked up at me and asked.

“It’s not a massage, it’s sewing, isn’t it an excuse? Don’t you just want to play with the little boy?”

“...Oh, isn’t it? And call it maid.”

Before I could finish my words, he turned around and lay down.

Then the blanket was covered up to the top of the head.

“...what are you doing?”

“I don’t know, I’ll be fine. get out.”

“Why don’t you go out, dude? How ugly is the atmosphere in the city right now?”

“No one stays at the inn, so what?”

“still.”

At my words, he pulled back the blanket and stretched out his arm to pick up the crossbow by the bed. Then measure the protest with skillful skill.

“Huh.”

...my hands are good, but I can’t help it that my arm hurts.

Anyway, after measuring the protest, I put a small glass bottle on top. Then he glanced at me and said whether he declared.

“I take care of my business. You decide whether to leave or not.”

“... Really?”

“okay. So hurry out.”

After a moment of hesitation, I finally left the room.

I heard that there was a public execution, albeit on a small scale, yesterday... I wonder if it will be okay.