Chapter 149

My Villains Chapter 149

38. Golden Sludge (6)

The woman in question was sitting in a chair. She glanced around vigilantly, chained tightly to the ropes.

“...lyarec. A bunch of piglets? Who is this girl?” Utequai, who was sitting on the bed, frowned at the woman. Then he shook his head as if it was nonsense.

“It’s hard to believe.”

I smiled bitterly and shrugged my shoulders.

“Whether you believe it or not, the truth is that.”

“Where is it that a beast becomes a human?”

“Here you are. And strictly speaking, it was not that the beast became a man, but that the man turned into a beast. Now I am back on my own.” The woman tied to the chair had a youthful face that made her look like she was 20 years old.

Unfamiliar but familiar, unfamiliar but familiar something profound impression....

It is the sense of phoenix that feels the unfamiliarity. It was because the woman was an unfamiliar race in the Milanol Kingdom.

The rest is Kim Seung-soo’s impression.

The detailed features, including the large eyes without double eyelids, reminded me of Northeast Asian women, so I was very familiar with them. On the one hand, it felt strange because of its unusual appearance.

...hmm. What kind of bullshit is this? Even though they are all Koreans, the feeling of a colleague at work and an idol on the screen are completely different, right? If you actually meet them, you’ll think, ‘Are you the same Korean as me?’ want to It was just like that now.

Lastly, I remembered the face I saw in the game, and it added to the familiarity.

Due to the complex mixture of these emotions, the impression of the woman was profound to me.

After taking a look at the woman, I explained the circumstances of my meeting with her.

“The first time I saw it, it was a wild boar that walked on two legs, but it gradually lost its fur and turned into a human.”

” transform?”

“uh. It seems like there was something magical about it.”

“It’s not magic.”

Ellen, who had her arms folded, retorted with a firm voice.

“If it was magic, there’s no way I wouldn’t have felt it. If it was witchcraft, the druid Zanavas would have noticed.”

“Is it not witchcraft or magic?”

“It must have been the enchantment of the Golden Gate.” “...Younggeummun?”

When I made a stupid face at the unexpected words, he frowned as if he was pathetic.

“Yes, Younggeummun. Luke, don’t you remember that crazy old man?”

“Of course I remember.”

The suffering caused by life, attachment to life, fear of death... The group that insisted on training to be freed from these things was Younggeummun.

Luke, who called himself the seeker of the golden gate, was, in a word, a psycho. A psycho who says that becoming an undead is the way to be saved.

I had heard during the trip that not all of Younggeummundo were crazy like Luke. In ordinary cases, he wanders quietly and leads the life of a monk.

But that’s none of my business, and in my perception, Younggeummun was a group of stupid psychos.

“...Um, was the curse of mutation an inscription?” “They push themselves into penance in all sorts of ways. They believe that they can overcome the pain of life by torturing and aging themselves through witchcraft. It’s crazy.”

“however?”

“Transforming into a livestock such as a pig or a cow is one of those penances. So, I heard that among the enchantments of the Golden Gate, there is also a curse that transforms the opponent into a beast.”

Curse of Mutation.

It was a skill that the player necromancer did not have, as it was a spell that powerful names sometimes came out as a skill set. Well, the player necromancer’s style was to rot, melt, poison, and kill opponents based on vast amounts of fraud. There’s no way I’m going to use naive spells like the Curse of Mutation.

Utequai, who had been silently scratching his chin, suddenly expressed a question.

“I picked it up in the piglet region of Savon. It’s already been two months. It’s strange that the spell is finally unlocked.”

“...If the sorcerer is really strong, the curse can last for decades, not just two months.”

Ellen looked at the woman strapped to the chair with a sharp gaze.

“Besides, that woman’s magical power is insignificant. It’s only natural that he couldn’t shake off the curse, since his spell resistance wouldn’t be that great.”

Grasping the meaning between the lines, I narrowed my eyebrows slightly.

“...Then what if the mana was strong?”

“You must have shaken off the curse. As long as there is minimal resistance, even the most powerful curse can be shaken off in a month.”

“...under.”

I laughed and rubbed my forehead.

‘Magic Power’ is a stat related to the total recovery efficiency of skill resources such as blood and mana. In addition, you gain 1% ‘spell resistance’ for each point above 10 horsepower.

That means me with 20 hp gets 10% and Ellen with 34 hp gets 24% spell resistance.

By the way, looking at the fourth character sheet that came to mind about two weeks ago...

Name: Unknown Level: 23

Class: Swordsman

Ability: Remaining bonus – 0

Strength — 15(20) Dexterity — 38(92) Health – 14(18) Magic power — 10(10) Skill:

Weak 5pt Silver 5pt

Poison 2pt Escape Ipt Small

= 3pt Dang lpt Yeon Lpt

Cham 3pt Kwai lpt

...okay. The horsepower is only 10.

Of course, spell resistance is 0.

I am stunned and choked up at this exquisite fate. On the one hand, the speculation that the woman sitting over there must be the owner of the fourth seat is further strengthened.

I suddenly looked at the woman.

The woman, clad in a thin cloth and tied with a thick rope, maintained a calm expression throughout.

...Haha, it hits me again.

A bunch turns into a person.

No, Mungchi was a person!

“Whoa.”

As soon as I sighed, the woman’s mood changed completely. His shoulders and toes stiffened and he rolled his eyeballs, giving him a restless look.

I opened my mouth with a slight smile to reassure her.

“Anyway, during the chaos the night before yesterday, it looks like you accidentally took the dispelling potion. Thanks to you, the curse is lifted.”

“...hmm. It is bizarre.”

Utequai shook his head and expressed his doubts again.

“Then why are we only talking to each other? You should ask that girl directly.”

“...Uh, that’s it.”

Instead of explaining it in words, I decided to show it myself.

Approaching the woman, I lowered my body to meet her gaze.

“Isn’t it very uncomfortable? Do you have anywhere?”

“Ugh.”

The woman made a shrieking noise and lowered her eyes. I asked again in a soft tone.

“It’s breakfast soon. Do you want something to eat?”

“...I don’t know.”

The woman stuttered and continued.

“......uh?”

“About the work in the crypt then.”

“crypt?”

“The crypt under the sewers. You suffered because of Luke.”

“Ahhh...

Ellen was wearing a shirt. Through the thin, soft cloth, the beating sound is clear.

“Don’t worry too much. It won’t happen.”

“...huh.”

I quietly patted Ellen on the back.

Phoenix took Ellen to Master Caswright’s laboratory and returned to her room.

The exotic-looking woman was still tied to the chair. His expression was calm, not much different from before, but whenever the majestic knight looked down, a sense of restlessness was evident.

widely.

Putting the tray of food down on the table, Phoenix approached her.

“Isn’t this the first time I’ve seen your face properly?”

Phoenix pulled a chair next to the woman and smiled.

“You must be hungry. Shall we eat first?”

Although the tone was kind, the woman’s body was stiff. It was because the man who had made her swim in the lake of happiness for the past two months gave off a completely unfamiliar atmosphere.

“Open your mouth.”

Her chin trembled a little, but the woman tried to open her mouth with a calm face.

Looking at the small, plump lips, Phoenix smiled and held up the stew bowl.

“Do you understand this?”

Before the woman could react, a wooden spoon covered her mouth.

The man quietly and diligently moved his hand. They tore bread, gave them beer mixed with water, wiped their mouths, and cut ham.

Meticulous but mechanical hand movements. A cold, formal smile reminiscent of a cold-blooded animal was a bonus.

The woman opened her mouth and swallowed the food and sorrow together. It’s because I miss the playful yet friendly touch.

“I ate them all.”

After finishing a series of tasks, Phoenix wiped his hands and cleared the table. The woman’s shaking eyes followed the man’s footsteps.

“Yesterday was a bit busy. To meet Dionea and her retainers. Oh, Dionea is the name of the baroness.” The man undid his black scaled belt and sat facing the woman.

“The steward training leader, the sentence officer, the butler, and even the magician.... There are so many gods in a small estate.”

Phoenix, who wrapped the swordsman in the scabbard, leaned against the backrest and crossed his legs.

“Maybe it will be called again a little later. We were supposed to have a meeting around lunchtime.”

A long knife rested obliquely on his thigh.

Phoenix asked.

“What is your name?”

“...Uh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t bullshit. How can a person have no name?”

“Strictly. My name is Wuming. It means to pick a name.”

“Wooming? Hmm.”

Phoenix nodded quietly and smiled slightly.

“It’s a bad name. Shall we just call it a bunch for a while?”

“Uh”

“Why? no?”

“no. great.”

“What’s the pig’s name? Are you okay though?”

The woman quickly nodded.

Phoenix looked at her quietly and opened his mouth.

“Did you hear us talking earlier?”

“...I do not know. Xibu dalu words”

“If you can understand this much, you must have read the atmosphere.”

“Ugh, what a horse...

As the woman lingered like that, Phoenix, who had only been laughing, let out a cold voice.

“Can’t I just say it plainly? Would you like to pull out some hand saws and talk?”

His eyes were twice as cold as his voice.

The woman who came to be called Mungchi kept her mouth shut due to the change she could not adapt to. It was dangerous, as if it was about to collapse at any moment, but she persevered in the end.

The woman who was dedicated to God in her infancy by poor parents had mental powers that criminals could not have imagined. It was the result of natural talent plus environment and training.

The woman took three or four deep breaths to regain her composure. I was determined not to be broken by threats or torture.

Phoenix let out a deep sigh.

It was because he had a premonition that the matter would not be solved easily when he saw the emotionless flashing eyes.

He quietly tapped the scabbard. He was contemplating whether to pull out the dagger or Hrunting. In the meantime, the thought of me crossed my head.

Phoenix pulled a chair and approached the woman.

“It’s a bunch.”

friendly voice. It was sudden, but it sounded very familiar to the woman.

“It’s a bunch-”

Her lips turned white. This is because the upper teeth are pressing down on the lower lip.

Phoenix narrowed her eyebrows and playfully tapped the tip of her nose.

“Aren’t you going to answer me?”

Blinking, the woman’s eyelids moved busily. It’s because the water in front of your eyes is blurred by the sudden water.

“huh? Won’t you answer’?”

“......do.”

“what?”

“I will answer you.”

The man giggled at the woman’s clumsy answer.

“You speak well. keep doing this Because I don’t want to bother you. huh?”

“yes yes. Keep doing this...

The woman couldn’t speak and kept her mouth shut. Phoenix made a strange expression as he closed his eyes tightly as if he was trying to stop crying.

“... Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

The woman hit the hammer for a long time without saying a word.

Then, he barely opened his mouth and

said, “I’m going to do it

, I’m going to do it. ”

Phoenix, who had been quietly watching the scene, sighed deeply and pulled out a dagger.

“...ha I’m going to turn around.”