"Goddess, what is this?" The shop owner still looked a little frightened. He glanced at the skeleton Brutus was riding under him and was startled again.
"As you can see, it's a moving skeleton." Brutus fumbled with his left hand in the pocket of the headless skeleton for a while, and found that this guy was a complete poor man who didn't even take any copper coins with him.
kind.
Ah, no, this is not a game world... Only then did he realize that he seemed to have done something stupid again, but it didn't matter if he gave it a try.
The shopkeeper loaded the crossbow string with trembling hands and asked in a trembling voice like Brutus: "Why does this thing appear in the town?"
"That's a good question, but it's a pity that I asked the wrong person." Brutus used the edge of his sword to lift off the clothes on the skeleton. What was in front of him was the skeleton's frame, and he didn't know how it moved on its own.
He stood up and took a few steps back facing the broken window: "By the way, do you have any weapons like sticks?"
"Of course, right there." The shopkeeper signaled with his eyes, but Brutus' attention was still on the window, and he could not see the shopkeeper's eyes.
"It's best to point the crossbow at the window." After instructing the shopkeeper, Brutus turned to look at the weapon rack and saw a copper rod similar to a baseball bat.
He switched to holding the sword in his left hand, and then picked up the copper rod with his right hand lightly, nodding with satisfaction. This is the best weapon against the skeleton, and he can break its skeleton into pieces with just one blow of the stick.
"What should we do now?" The shop owner decided that it would be better to follow a clear-minded person now. Although he has seen many scenes as a man in his fifties, this is the first time he has seen such a scene...
...
Brutus replied without hesitation: "Wait here until the fog clears."
As the wooden windows were broken and the fog outside the weapon shop poured into the house, Brutus thought that the situation seemed to be getting worse.
"Come closer to me, give up the crossbow, grab a stick or something, and keep quiet." He ordered the shopkeeper.
The thick fog was really strange. After a while, Brutus couldn't even see clearly the opening not far away. If the shopkeeper wasn't next to him, he even suspected that the two of them wouldn't see each other.
The sound of breathing can be clearly heard in such an environment, and similarly, the screams coming from outside the house from time to time are also so penetrating.
Brutus clearly felt that the shopkeeper's breathing was gradually getting heavier, and he sounded very nervous. However, Brutus was too lazy to speak out to comfort him. In the face of an unknown situation, the only way to gain the upper hand as much as possible was by keeping quiet and observing the situation.
Advantage.
"Bang!" The wooden door finally could not withstand another heavy blow. Even if the door bolt was hung, it would not help. The entire door was knocked off by this heavy blow.
With a loud "bang", the wooden door hit the wooden floor. Brutus hit the figure that broke into the weapons store with a stick with his right hand, completely smashing the ridiculously light skeleton in front of him.
The bones fell all over the floor.
"It's really strange, where does this thing get such strength?"
Brutus weighed the copper rod he was holding in his right hand. The feeling just now was like hitting a baseball flying towards him. He didn't know how this ridiculously light skeleton managed to break the door open.
However, everything is possible in the fantasy world, and Brutus has no choice but to deal with this kind of thing that does not follow the rules of physics.
The shopkeeper looked at the familiar Brutus with a surprised look on his face. He couldn't figure out where he was safe for a while. After all, this guy looked quite difficult to mess with...
"If my attack misses, remember to hit it again." He turned to the shopkeeper and ordered, "Ah, by the way, don't know what to call it?"
Brutus was not sure about the condition of the skeleton just now. After all, just by listening to the sound, he knew that the skeleton had completely fallen apart.
"Frank."
"Brutus, it's nice to meet you. Although I'm not happy about the current situation."
After introducing themselves to each other, the scene returned to the previous atmosphere of silence. But the difference from before was that now there were not only no windows, but also no wooden doors. They could only accept the subsequent attacks with their faces.
However, such a situation did not happen again. The screams around him gradually subsided, and everything fell into an inexplicable silence.
Brutus and Frank looked at each other, and Frank asked with his eyes what should be done now.
Brutus thought for a while and decided that it would be better to wait until the fog cleared. After all, no one knew whether there was any danger lurking in the thick fog. Therefore, he motioned to Frank to be calm.
After almost half an hour, the two of them, whose legs were already numb from waiting, finally waited until the thick fog dispersed.
Brutus let out a long breath, held the weapon in front of him, and tentatively glanced out. The streets were littered with scattered skeletons and corpses in miserable state, and there were usually items scattered on the ground next to the corpses -
—Most of them are unsold goods by the immigrants who set up stalls on the street.
"I think it's safe." Brutus turned back to Frank and commented, "But it's better to be careful."
He motioned for Frank to follow him out of the weapons store, and then Brutus found the nearest corpse and examined it.
Brutus looked at the badly chewed corpse and felt no emotion at all. He was just curious about how the skeleton's teeth could bite a person like this.
Frank, who was following him, inevitably vomited all over the floor. He had never seen such an impactful scene before. He was so vomited that his waist was almost bent and he was close to the stone path on the ground.
"It's strange, even though they were bitten to death, why didn't you see any blood?" Brutus always felt that something was wrong. He carefully checked the skulls scattered around and found that there were also stains on their teeth.
There is no blood.
Crouching next to a skeleton, he secretly speculated: "Is this just a cover-up? It's even possible that Baron Rupp was also a cover-up last time. What was hidden in that incident?"
Brutus gradually came up with a conjecture. He recalled the strange invisibility ability of Baron Rupp's daughter, but the possibility of association does not mean that these things are related.
He believes that it is better not to decide your stance on an issue too early, otherwise you will inevitably be misled by stereotypes.
"It would be great if there was a righteous magician who understood these dark magics, so that we could find out who did it just from these traces." Brutus felt that he still knew too little about this world, and even
I haven’t even figured out what professions exist yet.
"It would be great if this was a game world, or a cheat system or something like that would be fine." He smiled bitterly, but unfortunately he was just an ordinary person here, without any plug-ins.
"However, although there are many things that are still unclear." He straightened up and looked at the tragic situation on the road, "One thing is certain - the town of Tateto will fall into darkness."