Chapter 275

My Villains Episode 275

52. The Ancient Gate (3)

One late afternoon in late December.

The mountain range rising to the south was finely white, as if salt or sugar were piled up in mounds. It is because of the thick snow piled up on the thick bushes.

The sky was clear without a single cloud.

If it hadn’t been for the snow covering all sides and the cold wind blowing down the hillside, it would have been a green color that could be misunderstood as autumn or early spring.

Occasionally wood gains in that achromatic landscape! Just-! A loud noise rang out. The branches of a fir or spruce tree could not withstand the heavy snowdrift and eventually broke.

Then the eyes, which had been forced to sit on the needle-thin leaves, spilled out. Surprised mountain birds flew up thanks to the food.

A short arrow pierced the air beneath the birds flapping their wings with a sound of

“Ah” .

“Oh damn. I have no luck.”

Kavas, the poacher’s son, grumbled as he woke up from his eyes. Shea, who was watching the hunt next to him, also clicked his tongue and flapped his cape.

“Shouldn’t you be blaming your skills rather than luck?”

Cavas kept his mouth shut and moved towards the bush. It was to retrieve the arrow he had just shot and to find a squirrel’s burrow that had gone into hibernation.

“Let’s go back soon. Don’t lose your strength for nothing.”

“Hang in there. There are so many birds, so I have to catch at least one.”

“We are not here to hunt. If you keep crying, will you go back alone?”

Shea was holding a tree branch in her arms. True to her words, they came into the forest not to hunt, but to gather some firewood.

“Anyway, the campsite is just around the corner, and there won’t be much delay just by shooting another arrow.”

“still. Donnell will find fault with it and have a long chat.”

“Anyway, everyone is resting waiting for the sun to set. Nobody cares about us.”

Cavas, who was talking, found an arrow among the bushes and wrinkled his face. Perhaps it had hit a stone beak, but the shaft was bent and dangling.

“Ha, no one to care? I’m afraid someone isn’t a careless Cavas.”

“what?”

“What if Mr. Nina Confair were looking for us?”

“Only the goal will cover it well.”

“That wall window will do just fine.”

Cavas untied the thread from the broken arrow, pulled out the arrowhead, and carefully removed the collar.

“I-ssi... I’ll have to catch a pheasant or a wild chicken to make it worth it.”

Shea laughed at the murmur, but Kavas didn’t care and looked around. Soon he noticed a rocky cliff rising on one side and his eyes twinkled.

“Stay here a minute.”

“what? Cabas!”

Cavas unhooked the string of his shortbow, hung it on his waist, and approached the cliff. Then he took off his gloves and warmed his hands.

“You want to go up there?”

“uh. Can you see it over there?”

He chinned up. A few dry twigs protruded from the side of the cliff.

“What is that?”

“nest.”

“nest? what nest?”

“You’ll know that when you go up.”

“hey!”

The sarcastic man next to him was Mittelman, Donel’s best friend.

He was shorter than Shea and as skinny as Cavas, but he was an amazing shooter with a single crossbow. He had an extra thumb on his left hand, so he was called ‘Six-handed Mittelman’.

These two, Donell and Mittelman, implicitly acted as middle managers. Five other mercenaries joined from Modos plus five joined from Paulville, and a total of ten people were in charge of these two.

“I’m telling you just in case, but if you’re thinking of getting on the cart whining that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, fuck it. I can’t open my eyes and see that. okay?”

“Oh, I see...

The three friends were able to return to their seats after receiving a bottle of ointment and a bandage after suffering for a long time.

“What are you saying so much? Whoever sees it will know it’s over.”

Golman, who was putting an iron skillet on the bonfire, frowned as Kavas grumbled, smearing ointment on his shin.

“If you don’t like that, you shouldn’t have been more careful.”

“Did I think it was a rotten branch? What if I had no luck today?”

“It’s not that, it’s a problem from staying in the forest for so long in the first place. Monsters like greenskins and direwolves sometimes pop up around here. You know that.”

“Is the nose a decoration? Even if they are hundreds of meters away, they give off a strong smell.”

Shea, who was putting firewood in the campfire, put down the branch she was holding as a poker. And it was glaring at Cavas with a cold face.

“so? You haven’t done anything wrong until the end?”

“...No, rather than not doing anything wrong.”

“What on earth do you believe in that you are so stupid and shameless?”

“what?”

When Cavas tried to protest, She Ah took the first shot.

“Please don’t do anything reckless. We are not on a picnic.”

“And what about the nurinna? please calm down Remember how your father and brother died.”

“what? How could you say such a thing?”

Cavas’ face reddened as he remembered his father and older brother who were killed by trolls. But Shea, whether he snorted or not, gave him serious advice.

“Think about what your father would say if he saw you now, Cavas.”

“This...

“To be honest, I don’t understand you. To be so careless after going through such a terrible thing.”

Cavas huffed up, as if he had nothing to say, then turned around. Then he spread a blanket on the floor and lay down.

Goleman put the salted pork on the skillet and glanced sideways at Cavas.

“I need to eat cabas for dinner.”

“it’s okay.”

“really?

“uh.”

“What eggs did you bring? Shouldn’t it be dealt with today?”

“do it yourself. Eat it or throw it away.”

Shea shook her head in disgust at Cavas’ attitude.

“It’s really bad.”

“Don’t be like that.”

Shea also didn’t say anything with her face wrinkled, probably offended.

Goleman took out a red onion from his backpack that had been set down at his feet with a wry smile. He sliced the peeled onion with a dagger and without a cutting board. It was quite a skill.

Goleman worked diligently with his hands, lost in thought. It was a habit he developed while working as a candle maker at Lianwell to indulge in trivial thoughts while doing a familiar job.

It was the mercenaries around him that filled his thoughts for the past few days.

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