Chapter 497: 497
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"Come on inside," Ryder told the guard who was standing behind him.
He was inviting the man, not knowing that a hundred dead bodies were lying inside his house, dead. Since he wasn't the one who killed them, the bodies hadn't disappeared.
Ryder stepped inside the house, leaving the door open so that the guard could enter after him but as soon as Ryder took a step inside the hall, he saw the dead bodies in the distance.
A wry smile formed on his face at the sight of the dead bodies. Those guys, just how shameless were they for the feast? Did they actually step inside when Ryder wasn't here to eat?
'Oh God, I invited this idiot behind me. Could someone be more unfortunate than me? I invited the cops to see the dead bodies of people I helped die?' he thought as he hastily turned back.
"Wait!" He told the guard as he ran towards him, stopping him right at the entrance.
"What happened?" the guard asked Ryder.
"I just remembered, the feast was for the morning. The food must have spoiled by now. Since the food went to waste, I have nothing to feed you. Tomorrow, I'll arrange another feast for you. How about you come then?" he asked the guard.
"Hmm? You said that the food was from Chubby's place, right?" the guard asked Ryder.
"That's right," Ryder replied, remembering telling the man about it when he was here to take Ryder.
"Then don't worry. The food prepared at that place lasts for weeks. It won't be spoiled so fast. It might be your first time buying from him. That's why you don't know about this. But I know. So don't worry," the guard said as he patted Ryder's shoulder.
He couldn't see that Ryder was only saying this to get him to leave. Instead, he genuinely thought that he didn't know.
"No, I know about that. The truth is that I brought it weeks ago. This afternoon was when it was said to expire. So it's better not to risk it," Ryder improvised right away to get the man to leave.
"Ah, is that so? That makes sense. You didn't want it to expire for no reason, so you decided to give a feast?" The guards let out, finishing Ryder's sentence while giving him even more excuses.
"That's right," Ryder said, immediately jumping on the train.
"Oh god, I really should have tried to understand your plight. I'm really sorry. Because of me, your food went to waste, and your neighbors are probably angry at you too," the guard muttered with concern.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it. You have more important things to do. You should go," Ryder replied as he placed his hand on the man's back while subtly pushing him towards the door.
The guard felt the pushing and thought that Ryder was sad and upset. Even he felt somewhat bad.
"Don't worry. I can't solve the problem of expired food, but I should be able to solve your neighbor's problem. I'll go talk to them. If I tell them that you were called by the Prince and you had no reason, they'll understand," the guard said as he started leaving.
For a moment, Ryder was happy the man was leaving, but he soon realized that it wasn't right. If he went to his neighbors, he'd find no one there. All his neighbors are dead already. If he felt suspicious about their disappearance, it could be problematic.
"No wait!" he called out.
"Huh? What?" the dark-haired man turned back towards Ryder and asked, but he soon slapped his head as he understood.
"I understand everything," he let out in a serious tone as he glanced at Ryder.
'He understands? How?' Ryder thought as he frowned.
"What do you understand?" he asked right away while opening his inventory so that he was ready to take action.
"I understand that you worried about your neighbors finding why you were called. If they know that it was because you were accused of sleeping with someone else's wife, you'll lose all your reputation here even though you're exonerated by the Prince," the dark-haired guy muttered as he rubbed his chin.
'This guy, is he a guard or an idiot? He's giving me the excuses I need without me even asking,' Ryder thought as he gazed at the man blankly.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," the guard muttered.
"That's right. You leave and don't worry. I'll handle everything on my own. It's not that hard. You focus on your work," Ryder agreed.
"Sigh, you don't have to act so strong. I know you're worried about your neighbors, and you have no idea how to handle it," the man told Ryder, looking at him in concern.
"I'll talk to them myself. And don't worry, I won't tell them the actual reason you were called by the Prince. I'll make up a story that will make them see you as a hero!" He told Ryder.
"I told you not to worry. Why do you keep interfering? Please leave me on my own. I told you that I know how to handle it. If you talk to them, things will be even worse. So leave. I swear things will be better if you do nothing," Ryder said, somewhat angrily.
This man was really annoying him. Just why didn't he leave?
Hearing Ryder's angry tone, the man was stunned and a bit taken aback.
He was also somewhat angry. He was trying to help this guy, and he was scolding him?
"Fine! I won't involve myself in your matter even if you ask me to," he snorted angrily as he left the place.
Ryder stepped forward and closed the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
It was over. He didn't have to worry anymore. Moreover, he had also killed people without even knowing. He walked inside the hall to see how many people he had actually managed to kill using the food.
"One, two, three..."
...
"Sixty, Sixty-one, Sixty-two..."
...
"Ninety-nine, Hundred."
Ryder soon finished the counting of bodies that had filled most of the house.
"That makes it. I reached the target. Did this thing light up?" he wondered as he brought the item given to him by the High Duke.
He was curious if this thing worked. He wasn't really sure if poison deaths counted. This was the lowest and most despicable form of killing someone, after all. He was doubtful if the color would be the same or changed.
Fortunately, his worries proved to be unfounded as he realized that the item has indeed changed color. His mission was over.
Now all he had to do was leave the Royal City and rub it. It was going to give a signal to the High Dukes that the mission was over. They were going to come back and take him.
He had decided that it was the time to leave. Now that he was done here, he only had one reason left to stay in this Death Domain, and that was to finish Rale's quest and get another fragment that he knew was somewhere in the Death Domain. He even had the map to find it.
He couldn't leave the dead bodies behind, though. Even though they were already dead, they weren't going to disappear.
So he started carrying them one at a time to waste the store room of the house and threw them all there.
"Sigh, this game is pretty brutal sometimes. Teaching me how to kill and take care of bodies," Ryder muttered as he smiled wryly while dragging the last body. "It's not that I didn't know about these things before, though."
After placing all the bodies in the storage room, he locked the door and got ready to leave.
Reaching the main door, he had just opened it when he saw a couple of people standing before him.
It was General Linni and his wife.
"You?" Ryder asked, frowning.
Was this guy still not convinced and wanted to kill Ryder?
'Come on! It's such a clean success of this Kingship Trial. Don't ruin things by forcing me back in time,' he thought as he gazed towards the hands of the man to keep an eye on him, wondering if he was going to attack him.
The man didn't attack him, though. Instead, he bowed down to Ryder.
"What?" Ryder exclaimed as he saw General bowing before him.
"I came here to apologize to you for misunderstanding you. Please forgive me. I already apologized to my wife. I need to apologize to you as well since I inconvenienced you as well," the man said, without even raising his head.
The woman stood straight through.
Ryder gazed at the woman who was actually in the wrong, but it was her husband apologizing. She was lucky that it was Ryder. If this were previous Jiw, she would have been caught.
The woman didn't look apologetic, though. Instantly, she licked her lips as she gazed at Ryder's waist with l.u.s.tful eyes.
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"Come on inside," Ryder told the guard who was standing behind him.
He was inviting the man, not knowing that a hundred dead bodies were lying inside his house, dead. Since he wasn't the one who killed them, the bodies hadn't disappeared.
Ryder stepped inside the house, leaving the door open so that the guard could enter after him but as soon as Ryder took a step inside the hall, he saw the dead bodies in the distance.
A wry smile formed on his face at the sight of the dead bodies. Those guys, just how shameless were they for the feast? Did they actually step inside when Ryder wasn't here to eat?
'Oh God, I invited this idiot behind me. Could someone be more unfortunate than me? I invited the cops to see the dead bodies of people I helped die?' he thought as he hastily turned back.
"Wait!" He told the guard as he ran towards him, stopping him right at the entrance.
"What happened?" the guard asked Ryder.
"I just remembered, the feast was for the morning. The food must have spoiled by now. Since the food went to waste, I have nothing to feed you. Tomorrow, I'll arrange another feast for you. How about you come then?" he asked the guard.
"Hmm? You said that the food was from Chubby's place, right?" the guard asked Ryder.
"That's right," Ryder replied, remembering telling the man about it when he was here to take Ryder.
"Then don't worry. The food prepared at that place lasts for weeks. It won't be spoiled so fast. It might be your first time buying from him. That's why you don't know about this. But I know. So don't worry," the guard said as he patted Ryder's shoulder.
He couldn't see that Ryder was only saying this to get him to leave. Instead, he genuinely thought that he didn't know.
"No, I know about that. The truth is that I brought it weeks ago. This afternoon was when it was said to expire. So it's better not to risk it," Ryder improvised right away to get the man to leave.
"Ah, is that so? That makes sense. You didn't want it to expire for no reason, so you decided to give a feast?" The guards let out, finishing Ryder's sentence while giving him even more excuses.
"That's right," Ryder said, immediately jumping on the train.
"Oh god, I really should have tried to understand your plight. I'm really sorry. Because of me, your food went to waste, and your neighbors are probably angry at you too," the guard muttered with concern.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it. You have more important things to do. You should go," Ryder replied as he placed his hand on the man's back while subtly pushing him towards the door.
The guard felt the pushing and thought that Ryder was sad and upset. Even he felt somewhat bad.
"Don't worry. I can't solve the problem of expired food, but I should be able to solve your neighbor's problem. I'll go talk to them. If I tell them that you were called by the Prince and you had no reason, they'll understand," the guard said as he started leaving.
For a moment, Ryder was happy the man was leaving, but he soon realized that it wasn't right. If he went to his neighbors, he'd find no one there. All his neighbors are dead already. If he felt suspicious about their disappearance, it could be problematic.
"No wait!" he called out.
"Huh? What?" the dark-haired man turned back towards Ryder and asked, but he soon slapped his head as he understood.
"I understand everything," he let out in a serious tone as he glanced at Ryder.
'He understands? How?' Ryder thought as he frowned.
"What do you understand?" he asked right away while opening his inventory so that he was ready to take action.
"I understand that you worried about your neighbors finding why you were called. If they know that it was because you were accused of sleeping with someone else's wife, you'll lose all your reputation here even though you're exonerated by the Prince," the dark-haired guy muttered as he rubbed his chin.
'This guy, is he a guard or an idiot? He's giving me the excuses I need without me even asking,' Ryder thought as he gazed at the man blankly.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," the guard muttered.
"That's right. You leave and don't worry. I'll handle everything on my own. It's not that hard. You focus on your work," Ryder agreed.
"Sigh, you don't have to act so strong. I know you're worried about your neighbors, and you have no idea how to handle it," the man told Ryder, looking at him in concern.
"I'll talk to them myself. And don't worry, I won't tell them the actual reason you were called by the Prince. I'll make up a story that will make them see you as a hero!" He told Ryder.
"I told you not to worry. Why do you keep interfering? Please leave me on my own. I told you that I know how to handle it. If you talk to them, things will be even worse. So leave. I swear things will be better if you do nothing," Ryder said, somewhat angrily.
This man was really annoying him. Just why didn't he leave?
Hearing Ryder's angry tone, the man was stunned and a bit taken aback.
He was also somewhat angry. He was trying to help this guy, and he was scolding him?
"Fine! I won't involve myself in your matter even if you ask me to," he snorted angrily as he left the place.
Ryder stepped forward and closed the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
It was over. He didn't have to worry anymore. Moreover, he had also killed people without even knowing. He walked inside the hall to see how many people he had actually managed to kill using the food.
"One, two, three..."
...
"Sixty, Sixty-one, Sixty-two..."
...
"Ninety-nine, Hundred."
Ryder soon finished the counting of bodies that had filled most of the house.
"That makes it. I reached the target. Did this thing light up?" he wondered as he brought the item given to him by the High Duke.
He was curious if this thing worked. He wasn't really sure if poison deaths counted. This was the lowest and most despicable form of killing someone, after all. He was doubtful if the color would be the same or changed.
Fortunately, his worries proved to be unfounded as he realized that the item has indeed changed color. His mission was over.
Now all he had to do was leave the Royal City and rub it. It was going to give a signal to the High Dukes that the mission was over. They were going to come back and take him.
He had decided that it was the time to leave. Now that he was done here, he only had one reason left to stay in this Death Domain, and that was to finish Rale's quest and get another fragment that he knew was somewhere in the Death Domain. He even had the map to find it.
He couldn't leave the dead bodies behind, though. Even though they were already dead, they weren't going to disappear.
So he started carrying them one at a time to waste the store room of the house and threw them all there.
"Sigh, this game is pretty brutal sometimes. Teaching me how to kill and take care of bodies," Ryder muttered as he smiled wryly while dragging the last body. "It's not that I didn't know about these things before, though."
After placing all the bodies in the storage room, he locked the door and got ready to leave.
Reaching the main door, he had just opened it when he saw a couple of people standing before him.
It was General Linni and his wife.
"You?" Ryder asked, frowning.
Was this guy still not convinced and wanted to kill Ryder?
'Come on! It's such a clean success of this Kingship Trial. Don't ruin things by forcing me back in time,' he thought as he gazed towards the hands of the man to keep an eye on him, wondering if he was going to attack him.
The man didn't attack him, though. Instead, he bowed down to Ryder.
"What?" Ryder exclaimed as he saw General bowing before him.
"I came here to apologize to you for misunderstanding you. Please forgive me. I already apologized to my wife. I need to apologize to you as well since I inconvenienced you as well," the man said, without even raising his head.
The woman stood straight through.
Ryder gazed at the woman who was actually in the wrong, but it was her husband apologizing. She was lucky that it was Ryder. If this were previous Jiw, she would have been caught.
The woman didn't look apologetic, though. Instantly, she licked her lips as she gazed at Ryder's waist with l.u.s.tful eyes.
"Come on inside," Ryder told the guard who was standing behind him. He was inviting the man, not knowing that a hundred dead bodies were lying inside his house, dead. Since he wasn't the one who killed them, the bodies hadn't disappeared. Ryder stepped inside the house, leaving the door open so that the guard could enter after him but as soon as Ryder took a step inside the hall, he saw the dead bodies in the distance. A wry smile formed on his face at the sight of the dead bodies. Those guys, just how shameless were they for the feast? Did they actually step inside when Ryder wasn't here to eat? 'Oh God, I invited this idiot behind me. Could someone be more unfortunate than me? I invited the cops to see the dead bodies of people I helped die?' he thought as he hastily turned back. "Wait!" He told the guard as he ran towards him, stopping him right at the entrance. "What happened?" the guard asked Ryder. "I just remembered, the feast was for the morning. The food must have spoiled by now. Since the food went to waste, I have nothing to feed you. Tomorrow, I'll arrange another feast for you. How about you come then?" he asked the guard. "Hmm? You said that the food was from Chubby's place, right?" the guard asked Ryder. "That's right," Ryder replied, remembering telling the man about it when he was here to take Ryder. "Then don't worry. The food prepared at that place lasts for weeks. It won't be spoiled so fast. It might be your first time buying from him. That's why you don't know about this. But I know. So don't worry," the guard said as he patted Ryder's shoulder. He couldn't see that Ryder was only saying this to get him to leave. Instead, he genuinely thought that he didn't know. "No, I know about that. The truth is that I brought it weeks ago. This afternoon was when it was said to expire. So it's better not to risk it," Ryder improvised right away to get the man to leave. "Ah, is that so? That makes sense. You didn't want it to expire for no reason, so you decided to give a feast?" The guards let out, finishing Ryder's sentence while giving him even more excuses. "That's right," Ryder said, immediately jumping on the train. "Oh god, I really should have tried to understand your plight. I'm really sorry. Because of me, your food went to waste, and your neighbors are probably angry at you too," the guard muttered with concern. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. You have more important things to do. You should go," Ryder replied as he placed his hand on the man's back while subtly pushing him towards the door. The guard felt the pushing and thought that Ryder was sad and upset. Even he felt somewhat bad. "Don't worry. I can't solve the problem of expired food, but I should be able to solve your neighbor's problem. I'll go talk to them. If I tell them that you were called by the Prince and you had no reason, they'll understand," the guard said as he started leaving. For a moment, Ryder was happy the man was leaving, but he soon realized that it wasn't right. If he went to his neighbors, he'd find no one there. All his neighbors are dead already. If he felt suspicious about their disappearance, it could be problematic. "No wait!" he called out. "Huh? What?" the dark-haired man turned back towards Ryder and asked, but he soon slapped his head as he understood. "I understand everything," he let out in a serious tone as he glanced at Ryder. 'He understands? How?' Ryder thought as he frowned. "What do you understand?" he asked right away while opening his inventory so that he was ready to take action. "I understand that you worried about your neighbors finding why you were called. If they know that it was because you were accused of sleeping with someone else's wife, you'll lose all your reputation here even though you're exonerated by the Prince," the dark-haired guy muttered as he rubbed his chin. 'This guy, is he a guard or an idiot? He's giving me the excuses I need without me even asking,' Ryder thought as he gazed at the man blankly. "I'll take your silence as a yes," the guard muttered. "That's right. You leave and don't worry. I'll handle everything on my own. It's not that hard. You focus on your work," Ryder agreed. "Sigh, you don't have to act so strong. I know you're worried about your neighbors, and you have no idea how to handle it," the man told Ryder, looking at him in concern. "I'll talk to them myself. And don't worry, I won't tell them the actual reason you were called by the Prince. I'll make up a story that will make them see you as a hero!" He told Ryder. "I told you not to worry. Why do you keep interfering? Please leave me on my own. I told you that I know how to handle it. If you talk to them, things will be even worse. So leave. I swear things will be better if you do nothing," Ryder said, somewhat angrily. This man was really annoying him. Just why didn't he leave? Hearing Ryder's angry tone, the man was stunned and a bit taken aback. He was also somewhat angry. He was trying to help this guy, and he was scolding him? "Fine! I won't involve myself in your matter even if you ask me to," he snorted angrily as he left the place. Ryder stepped forward and closed the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief. It was over. He didn't have to worry anymore. Moreover, he had also killed people without even knowing. He walked inside the hall to see how many people he had actually managed to kill using the food. "One, two, three..." ... "Sixty, Sixty-one,Sixty-two..." ... "Ninety-nine, Hundred." Ryder soon finished the counting of bodies that had filled most of the house. "That makes it. I reached the target. Did this thing light up?" he wondered as he brought the item given to him by the High Duke. He was curious if this thing worked. He wasn't really sure if poison deaths counted.This was the lowest and most despicable form of killing someone, after all. He was doubtful if the color would be the same or changed. Fortunately, his worries proved to be unfounded as he realized that the item has indeed changed color. His mission was over. Now all he had to do was leave the Royal City and rub it. It was going to give a signal to the High Dukes that the mission was over. They were going to come back and take him. He had decided that it was the time to leave. Now that he was done here, he only had one reason left to stay in this Death Domain, and that was to finish Rale's quest and get another fragment that he knew was somewhere in the Death Domain. He even had the map to find it. He couldn't leave the dead bodies behind, though. Even though they were already dead, they weren't going to disappear. So he started carrying them one at a time to waste the store room of the house and threw them all there. "Sigh, this game is pretty brutal sometimes. Teaching me how to kill and take care of bodies," Ryder muttered as he smiled wryly while dragging the last body. "It's not that I didn't know about these things before, though." After placing all the bodies in the storage room, he locked the door and got ready to leave. Reaching the main door, he had just opened it when he saw a couple of people standing before him. It was General Linni and his wife. "You?" Ryder asked, frowning. Was this guy still not convinced and wanted to kill Ryder? 'Come on! It's such a clean success of this Kingship Trial. Don't ruin things by forcing me back in time,' he thought as he gazed towards the hands of the man to keep an eye on him, wondering if he was going to attack him. The man didn't attack him, though. Instead, he bowed down to Ryder. "What?" Ryder exclaimed as he saw General bowing before him. "I came here to apologize to you for misunderstanding you. Please forgive me. I already apologized to my wife. I need to apologize to you as well since I inconvenienced you as well," the man said, without even raising his head. The woman stood straight through. Ryder gazed at the woman who was actually in the wrong, but it was her husband apologizing. She was lucky that it was Ryder. If this were previous Jiw, she would have been caught. The woman didn't look apologetic, though. Instantly, she licked her lips as she gazed at Ryder's waist with l.u.s.tful eyes.
