Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 123

123 – Late Night Visitor 1

As it should be, there is no such thing as a tanned blonde bully in this world.

It was because the cultural foundation for such words to appear was not established in a town where most of the passers-by were blonde.

That’s why those guys who went into our seats dressed like adventurers were definitely not the Golden Sun. I was just a lamb.

As I walked towards them, I saw what they were doing.

As the party turned their heads to look at them, they immediately started working skillfully.

“Hey, long time no see everyone! How was the priest?”

“This is me. We! hahahaha.”

Cunningly, he cried out in a loud voice to drown out what he was saying, revealing his true color when people turned their heads as if nothing was wrong.

The two guys dragged a chair while asking for understanding from the seats around them, sitting there and blocking the partition with their bodies.

She saw the man standing next to Prianian lower her head towards her.

Seeing that, I spoke to the clerk, who was looking at our seats and had a somewhat worried expression.

“What are those people over there?”

“I heard that you came in after seeing a group on the road, didn’t you?”

My head was pounding.

‘They said there were four of them when they entered, so they must have guided them over there in the first place.’

Clutching my head, which was slightly pounding at his answer, I staggered towards our seat.

As we approached the distance, I heard the voices and chatter of the companions in my ears.

“Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, you’re not smiling. You laughed a lot last time.”

“I think I saw the wrong person. You can leave now.”

One guy kept talking to Prianian, who was sitting there completely ignoring him.

“Priest, don’t we really know?”

“Oh, sorry, I don’t know. Brother!”

“Oh my gosh, how often do we go to mass. It’s a bit disappointing if this happens.”

The two of them look up and down at Priest Rien, who had been accepting them with a smile.

Tak.

As we walked along, the young lady closed the book and spoke very politely to the man sitting in my seat.

“Go away.”

His mouth twisted.

“Why is that? We are talking with the sisters right now.”

The young lady’s hand lifted slightly as if trying to grasp something, and she spoke again.

“That’s not your seat.”

“It’s my bed now.”

Then Priest Rien also looked at him and said.

“This seat is where our party sits, so I hope you leave the seat, brother whose name I do not know! And others too!”

As the priest joined in, I could see his face wrinkled slightly.

“Hey, priest.”

Hearing that overbearing voice, Prianian saw a shiny blade stretched from his left hand.

I didn’t want to make a fuss, so I moved my feet a little faster and stood behind them.

“Excuse me.”

And pretending to be as nonchalant as possible, he put his left hand in his belly band and said.

“I hear there are friends who know us.”

At the sudden voice, their eyes turned to me.

But it must have been a pretty high-quality bully, I couldn’t get my hands right with the dagger on my waist.

It was a good chance for me.

Taking advantage of that opportunity, I hung a shoulder strap around the neck of the guy sitting right in front of me.

Because of the difference in physique, there was a minor problem with the choke rather than the shoulder.

“Kuk, gaug.”

Still, if you like it this much, how about those people?

“Hey, Hans!”

“Keoouk…”

“Hans? Yes, I’m glad too!”

After ripping off her arm from a friend who proved to herself that too much joy can lead to fainting. I looked at my friend who was frozen from the side.

“This crazy-“

“Hey, and this guy is there too! Your name was Hans too, right?”

“Keck!”

With the first knuckle of the index and middle fingers, I touched the second Hans’s shoulder blade, and the hand that was heading for the handle of the dagger went up to his neck.

Meanwhile, he pulled out his dagger and placed it on Priest Rien’s side.

“It’s been a while. Yes?”

Perhaps, from behind, it looked like the two of them were just putting their arms around each other.

The curious gazes I felt behind my back faded along with the gag next to me.

The guy who was left alone in the back hurriedly moved his hand to his waist.

“Don’t move.”

With Prianian’s dagger pointed at his side, the guy soon gave up his resistance.

In the meantime, I looked at the faces one by one.

“Let’s see. Who knows us.”

I nodded my head as I remembered every single face of them.

“I believe. You guys are right in my group.”

Then the guy sitting next to Prianian hurriedly shook his head and said.

“No, I think we came to the wrong place. Sir, I’m sorry, but may I go?”

I followed him and shook my head.

“Not with us? It can’t be. If you’re sorry, don’t go.”

Then, he opened the magic scroll in his left hand with both hands.

The way to use the scroll was like a pistol. If you hold it with both hands and aim at it, the answer will come.

“Hans, Hans. Are you sure you don’t recognize me?”

“I think I know now. Yes.”

“Isn’t it? I think so too.”

In an instant, magically infused with memories of the pain and adversity we went through, he nodded.

“Anyway, it was nice to see you after a long time, so let’s go.”

I felt so much regret at the revamped work that tried to run away with only a glimpse of comfort.

“Nice to meet you, are you leaving already? How come your words and actions are so different from before?”

“Yes?”

I don’t intend to kill them, but at least I have to pay some price.

I looked at him, frowning at the constant pain I felt in my left arm.

“I have to wait a little longer. Hans.”

“M-It’s Miles.”

“Yes, Hans. It’s because the name is difficult. Anyway, you can wake up there.”

“Yes?”

I cockily looked at the third Hans, who was still sitting next to Prianian.

“That’s my seat, so wake up.”

Drreuk!

Looking at his figure spun like a spring, he nodded.

“I like it. This is Hans.”

“Because I am Miles…”

While I was looking at him like that, I heard a plodding sound coming from behind.

At the same time, even the sound of the sheath hitting something.

“I hope you have a nice day. Friends.”

“So please, by the lord’s command, stop what you’re doing.”

I heard a familiar voice behind me.

A clichéd dialogue and an official tone.

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When I turned my head slightly, as expected, three guards were looking at us.

One of the guards, who seemed to be full of time, spoke to me.

“On patrol, I saw a man who appeared to have passed out in his seat. Do you have anything to prove?”

“Welcome to the end. Guardians of justice. I am this kind of person.”

Quickly freeing my arms from the two sweaty guys, I pulled out a mercenary plaque from my chest and said,

“A mercenary.”

“They were playing tricks on our escort target, but unfortunately, they collapsed because of the heat. Since you did something bad, the sun god must have punished you.”

After hearing my testimony, the guard shook his head and said,

“It’s just a hard day to do anything, mercenary. By the way, it’s an escort, so what’s the status of the other party?”

The young lady quietly took out the sentence and held it out, and the guards who saw it immediately started doing what they had to do.

After the two of them lost their senses and the other one were quickly tied to a rope and dragged away.

The guard who spoke to me earlier bowed his head politely to the young lady.

“I’m sorry to trouble you while you are resting.”

“You have a lot of trouble on a hot day.”

The young lady who accepted his greeting said displeasedly.

“I trust that they will take care of it.”

After ignoring it once more, he quickly disappeared.

As soon as I sat down, the young lady turned over the book again and muttered something.

But I couldn’t hear it.

***

The day passed after such twists and turns, and we returned to the inn room.

“Ouch.”

“Mercenary, if you don’t want to get sick, don’t use your arms carelessly!”

Priest Rien, wearing a new bandage, bruised me.

“Then what are you going to do if you can’t use your arms!”

“I have no doubt that the priest will fix it.”

“That’s something you have to do yourself, G-house mercenary!”

The priest answered with a smile and quietly gathered up the bloody bandages and stood up.

Before she opened the door and left, she greeted me.

“Mercenary, you did a great job today!”

“The priest also worked hard.”

Click.

The door closed, and I lay down on the soft straw bed.

They told me not to do strenuous exercise until the wound healed properly, so I had to stay in Colchen for the time being.

“If the cut wasn’t right, I wouldn’t eat it, and if it wasn’t the right intestine for the food, I wouldn’t eat it.”

Only the sound of memorizing the phrases of Young master’ taste for rice while staring at the ceiling without a single spider’s web echoed quietly through the room.

“The liquor you bought at the market, pho? He did not eat the pho.”

Smart.

Someone knocked on my door.

“Prianian?”

“…Gordon.”

Gordon, Gordon, why?

I lifted my torso up again and let him inside.

“Please come in.”

Kikkik.

The librarian, with slightly less wide-eyed eyes, greeted me.

“Sorry for coming a bit late. I was supposed to say thank you, but I don’t have time if it’s not now.”

“No. It’s okay.”

So I went inside and sat down at the table, and he immediately lowered his head.

“Thank you again. Mr. Ghouse. It’s hard to see other people because they’re women, so please say thank you on my behalf.”

“Yes.”

Tak.

After speaking, Gordon pulled out one from his bosom.

It was similar to the magic tools I used.

“And I lit a cigarette well.”

“Thank you. Bring all of these.”

In the midst of such ceremonial words, he opened his mouth.

“If there is anything you want from what I can give you, please tell me. Mr. Ghouse deserves it.”