Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 592

592.

Excessive hospitality

The man sitting on the chair saw two men kneeling obediently next to the table. They were the two men who had been tied up and unable to sleep the night before. The two men did not dare to make eye contact and were just rolling their eyes with their heads down.

‘You got screwed by the progs. You idiots.’

The man looked at Prock, not Encred. It was obvious at a glance that he was a man who trusted Prock and was running wild.

This guy wasn’t much different from the guy who attacked last night.

I didn’t even know who my opponent was. People who are trapped in a narrow well are naturally unaware of the outside world.

The Cross Guard was busy with internal guild strife. They were all too busy looking out for themselves to care about outside affairs.

These days, there is even talk that Seongju is trying to become independent from Azpen.

Does that make sense? I don’t know. I guess that’s just how it is.

These were birds and frogs trapped in their own little world. So is it natural that they don’t know anything? Or was this done on purpose?

It wasn’t Encred’s job. If someone came looking for you, all you had to do was make their purpose clear.

“Are you here to fight?”

Encred glanced toward the kitchen and asked. It was before dinner time. They came before the food even came out. How could they be so diligent?

Otherwise, he might have been out gambling all night. The stench of cigarette smoke and the foul odor of his breath were overwhelming.

Judging from the oily hair, he probably wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed washing. This guy was worse than Dunbakel.

“Hey, are you going to believe in Prok and go after him?”

As the stench spoke and raised his left hand, a frog came in from outside the door. The frog, who came in barefoot and shabby, immediately spoke.

“You haven’t killed him yet?”

The frog that came in had unusually red eyes. Those red eyes stopped at Luagarne.

Is it a prok? It doesn’t taste good.

I was staring at him with that thought in my mind, but of course I couldn’t know what Prock was thinking.

Whether or not Prock came, Encred said what he had to say.

“Let’s eat breakfast and then fight.”

This was a habit that arose because of the boatman. With the boatman, no matter what the other person said, you had to say only what you wanted to say in order to convey your intentions.

By the way, I wanted to ponder and practice what I learned from the boatman’s words, but it was a hassle.

“Would you like that?”

The man sitting on the chair stood up and spoke. Encred’s insight saw what would happen next. He would push the chair aside and draw his weapon and stab.

Before the guy got up, I saw the guy watching from behind move his feet to the side, so I knew he was going to hit me at the same time.

The man who was moving out of sight had a worn-out axe on his waist. He had already placed his hand on the axe as he took his foot off the ground. His intentions were too obvious.

‘How should I respond?’

The question was answered at the same time as the calculation. These were people who would kill people without any consideration of consequences. Encred decided that there was no need to draw even a single dagger from his weapons. His judgment was correct.

Knock! Ching!

The man sitting on the chair pushed the chair away, pulled out his sword, and stabbed me. Immediately after, the man next to him also pulled out his hatchet and swung it down.

Both of them were decent at making surprise attacks. Still, they were inferior to those who had completed basic training for the Border Guard Reserve Force.

‘I think I’ll get better if I just complete basic training.’

Encred moved his body with leisurely thoughts. He moved slower than the two, but he seemed faster than the two because his muscular strength and agility were far superior.

He immediately reached out, grabbed the blade with his hand, and pulled.

The difference in strength was obvious. One man held the sword grip tightly with both hands, while Encred held the blade with four fingers and his thumb, yet the sword fell into Encred’s hand.

He grabbed the blade and pulled it, and the man holding the sword let out a short scream and had his sword snatched away.

Encred struck the swordsman’s head with the guard that jutted out from the handle of the sword he had snatched.

puck!

The guard of the shortsword became a weapon and made a hole in my master’s head. And of course, a person with a hole in their head cannot survive.

“Break.”

The one who had stabbed him with a groan fell to the side. The friend with the axe was in a similar situation. While Encred’s left hand snatched the sword and made a hole in the head of the sword’s owner, his right hand also snatched the axe and returned it to its owner. Instead of the hand, it was stuck in the head.

Both of them died at the same time, but it seemed like only one thud was heard. That was how skilled the work was.

They both fell to the floor, bleeding profusely on the floor.

As the two guild members died, the red-eyed Proc also moved, this Proc being drunk on blood and having long since forgotten what his natural talents were.

He was a guy who was addicted to the fun of slicing and chopping people. Sometimes there are crazy progs like this. Corruption does not discriminate between species.

Luagarne looked at the loop sword that the man had pulled out. The blade was short, but its edge was like a saw blade.

Ddddddddddd!

It made an unpleasant sound as it was pulled out of its leather sheath.

It was a weapon that was used solely for the feeling of being able to write.

The bastard ran at the inn floor, kicking it with a loud bang. The floor shattered and pieces of wood flew into the air. The bastard’s intention was obvious. After closing the distance, he wanted to slice Luagarne’s body into pieces.

He saw that he had an advantage because he was standing and his opponent was sitting, so he quickly attacked.

Luagarne sat down and read the path the thing was running towards, then pulled out his whip and swung it. The whip made a whirring sound and wrapped around Frock’s neck. That stopped the thing’s charge.

Gulp!

Even with the whip around his neck, the red-eyed frog only managed to puff out its cheeks once.

As soon as the whip was closed, the red-eyed Frock stopped walking and grabbed the whip with his free hand. The whip had sharp spikes, so instead of slipping his hand, drops of blood spurted out.

He grabbed the whip and pulled it, ignoring the pain. He was using all his strength.

Prok has always been a species that is confident in its own strength.

He thought he could break the whip with force. In fact, it wasn’t impossible if he had the time, but of course, his wish didn’t come true.

As the man gripped the whip and applied force, Luagarne kicked the ground and leapt forward. The chair she was sitting on fell backwards with a thud.

Still, it was a relatively smooth movement.

The bastard broke the ground, but Luagarne only knocked over the chair.

There was a building pillar between the two progs, and she seemed to go left, leaving the pillar behind, but then jumped to the opposite right and stabbed with her sword.

It was a simple trick, but at the same time it was a skilled fighting technique.

Red Eye tried to block by pulling his sword to the left in the direction Luagarne was looking, but it was a miss.

The loop sword in her hand pierced the red-eyed frog’s stomach.

Luagarne then swung his sword upwards. The brute strength of the Prok sliced ​​through the stomach of another Prok.

Kkuddeuk!

The blade cut through the skin, ribs, and internal organs, reaching the heart.

The armor he was wearing was split by the blade.

The stupid Frock didn’t wear any special armor on his stomach. His chest plate would be strong enough to withstand a frontal attack, but if you cut it from the bottom up like this, it wouldn’t be able to fully utilize its strength.

“Kkuek!”

Frock died with a horrible scream and his tongue sticking out. The long tongue hung down and blood flowed along it.

It was because his heart was split open and blood flowed back. Luagarne drew her sword and wiped the blood on Frock’s clothes.

Where did such a rotten and worn-out proc come from? Given the urban atmosphere, it must have wandered in and seeped in. After all, flies are attracted to rotten meat.

Whatever it was, the act of breaking my heart was not a pleasant thing.

“It’s a mess.”

Luagarne said. Yesterday it was about the taste of the water, but this time it was about the entire city. Encred agreed.

“Clean it up.”

At Encred’s words, two Song Brothers who had turned into cleaners moved diligently. They cleaned up the body and poured water to wipe away the blood, but the smell of blood got worse. In the meantime, the waiter brought out food with a surprised look on his face.

On the battlefield, you had to fill your stomach even when there were corpses. What’s different now?

As Encred tried to dip white bread into the bean puree and eat it, the child’s face turned blue and he pursed his lips. It looked like he had a lot to say, so Encred scanned the child’s eyes and body.

It was a very short time, only a few seconds, but Encred found out quite a lot.

Elements that an ordinary person would just overlook were visible to him.

A hint of anxiety, a subtle gesture of stepping back, and even a different facial expression than when he had advised her to run away earlier.

As Encred gazed at the child, the child soon became lost in thought.

“Please save me.”

It was a whisper. He was talking to himself. Why? It must be because he played a trick on the food he just brought. Since he was using sleeping pills, there must be some who use poison.

“I did it. Kill me.”

When the child begged, the innkeeper came out and spoke. This time, he had nothing in his hand. Could they be father and son? It could be. Encred thought as he looked at the innkeeper and the child who was too scared to cry.

‘These things can even speed up the reaction speed.’

When did they threaten them into poisoning me? The commotion happened last night. So it happened in just one night, and already there were two attacks and poisoned food. The hospitality was excessive.

Or was he preparing in advance? Encred felt like there was a malicious gaze looking at him from behind all of this.

After thinking about it that way, I felt like I was really seeing something about myself.

Encred trusted his instincts and threw the fork he was holding.

puck!

The fork that had been flying away with a ping was stuck in the wall of the dark corner of the inn and vibrated.

At that gesture, the owner closed his eyes and pulled the child into his arms. He was so nervous that sweat ran down his forehead and face.

“What are you doing all of a sudden?”

Luagarne asked.

“I think there’s something.”

Encred looked again at the wall where the fork was stuck. There was nothing. In the meantime, the child seemed to have become even more frightened. So did the owner.

Encred got up and patted the child on the head.

“Nothing will happen. It would be difficult to answer even if someone asked who ordered it.”

If it was the criminal guild guys who did this, they would be afraid of retaliation.

So I won’t hold anything against them.

Some people play with their food, some play with their bed, and some send out swordsmen and progs to test your skills.

What are the odds that something else will be waiting for you when you step out of the inn? Very likely.

It would have been even more elaborate than before.

“If you fight within the city, there is a high probability that traps will be set.”

Luagarne spoke as if she had read Encred’s thoughts. This Frock, considering his experience wandering the continent, would not lag behind anywhere.

Just by looking at the situation as it was unfolding, Luagarne knew everything.

“I think it needs cleaning at this point.”

Encred answered, seemingly oblivious to the dangers Luagarne had mentioned.

I set out to catch cult members, but when I actually got there, I found more trash than cult members.

Just as Encred was about to leave, the inn door opened with a clank. It was the magistrate who had come with two more escorts than the day before.

“I heard you were attacked last night. Those idiots.”

The administrator looked anxious yet relaxed, relaxed yet troubled, and it looked quite awkward to Encred.

“I apologize. The city’s security is in shambles, and it’s all because of the Demonic Cult.”

The administrator spoke again.

Encred felt a bit uneasy before the administrator came in, as if something was watching him, but as soon as he came in, the uneasy feeling completely disappeared. It was strange.

“Send these two away.”

As the administrator spoke, two soldiers wearing Gambisons detained two guild members who had turned into janitors.

“You are hanged.”

The administrator spoke to the two passing by. His tone was cold.

“News comes quickly.”

Only then did Encred open his mouth. He asked how I knew.

“A few soldiers were watching. I told them to report right away, but, ha, I’m so sorry again. I personally took care of it, but this kind of unpleasant thing happened.”

The administrator spoke with genuine regret. Encred nodded. He didn’t bother to add that the Crime Guild considered him a cripple.

“It seems like things have gotten a bit complicated. I’ll take you to the mansion.”

Before Encred could even respond to the administrator’s words.

“No, you have to follow me.”

It was outside the door. Another voice cut in.