The Status Window Disappeared

Showdown with the Black Flag (4)

Tyrone, called out by Chris, was at a loss for words when he saw the player tied up.

Of course, I didn’t think he would lose, but I didn’t expect him to handle things like this.

“Sah, I thought you would come in disguised as a mercenary from the upper ranks.”

As the captive player spat out lamentations, Tyrone whispered with quivering eyes.

“hey. How are you going to handle this? If you’re going to do this, why did you change your face?”

“Thanks to the face change, the upper ranks were fine until we caught this guy. It’s okay, so take out my words quickly.”

Tyrone grumbled a little, but busied himself as Chris told him to.

In his experience, Chris’ workmanship was impeccable. Not everything was perfect, but at least it wasn’t to the point where I could hear him nagging me because he didn’t know the circumstances.

After a good night’s sleep, the ghost horse, which suddenly had three people on its back, scratched the ground with its hooves, frowning openly.

Chris calmed him down and gave orders to the captive player.

“Oh, and you played a joke on the product? Tell your men to change it to a normal one.”

“Keugh! How else do you know… … .”

The hunter player quickly issued an order with a sour expression on his face.

Eventually, Chris climbed onto the ghost horse and did not forget to warn the guards.

“I’ll be back soon, so stay calm. If you touch the merchants, your captain’s neck will fly away. Wouldn’t the kingdom really like it when a precious player dies?”

“That, yes. Everyone, don’t be silly and stay calm!”

The guy tied up with a rope helped Chris with a voice like a small man.

When the gate that had been firmly closed reluctantly opened, the ghost horse carrying the three men started galloping. Chris seizes the player who is struggling to control his body and continues the interrogation leisurely.

“You said earlier that you brought back the status window by offering a sacrifice to the altar of the evil god… But it’s not just one bust. Whose altar is it exactly?”

“what? Why do chests suddenly appear? Were we going?”

When Tyrone, who belatedly grasped the situation, showed signs of talking, Chris covered his mouth.

“If you do well, you might be able to get your status window back, so hold still.”

“Ah, that’s how it happened.”

Quick-witted Tyrone recognized the general circumstances and nodded.

Then, the prisoner who had been deprived of the timing to answer testified.

“I’m sure it’s an evil spirit, but I don’t know exactly who it is. The holy symbol of the altar was also the first one I had ever seen… I also investigated separately, but nothing came out?”

“That’s what you see when you see it. So, what sacrifice did you offer on the altar?”

“… Epic item.”

Tyrone’s shoulders trembled as the hunter answered in a small mutter.

Chris feeds the prisoners honey chestnuts whether he does or not.

“One or two epic items! You really have a knack for annoying people.”

“Shield of Faith! I donated the Shield of Faith because that is the only epic item I have.”

“what? Did you sacrifice that precious thing?”

Tyrone, who was trying to keep his itchy mouth shut, asked in a shocked voice.

Chris clicked his tongue, giving up the scolding now.

The Shield of Faith is an Epic item that goes through B+, if not A-class. So it’s not surprising that Tyrone, who is an epic man, is so surprised.

The hunter player looked at the eyes of the two and said as if making excuses.

“I’m a hunter, so I didn’t have much use for it. In the first place, the status window is much better than epic items.”

“Then how did you know and visit that altar? From what you say, it doesn’t sound like a place where dogs or cows go to pray.”

“I don’t know that either. I got caught while gathering all sorts of rumors and information to get the status window back… … .”

“Did you get caught?”

Well, the priests of evil gods who do all kinds of evil are the achievements of the people of the whole continent. There was no way anyone would confidently hand over information related to such a bust.

Chris decided to judge after seeing the altar for himself.

Following the guide of the hunter, the ghost horse climbed the steep mountain path and found a small cave among the thick vegetation.

Tyrone stared at the ghost horse, who had covered the distance in just half a day that would have taken two days.

“He was so fast… … .”

“Let’s check quickly.”

Chris pushes him on the back and enters a dark cave.

The interior space of the cave illuminated by the torches was much deeper and wider than it looked.

The three of them walked for a long time in a place where it would not be strange even if a bat came out, and soon came across an ominous-looking altar.

On the stone altar painted in red and black, there was a holy symbol in a dizzying shape.

Large and small skulls and bone fragments are piled up on the lower part of the altar, and soft candles on the upper part ominously illuminate the surroundings.

It is a design that can be guessed that it belongs to the body without anyone explaining anything.

“Hey, have you ever seen a star sign like that?”

When Tyrone, who was looking at the altar from a distance, asked Chris, he shook his head coldly.

“no. It seems to be a bit too minor.”

There was no hesitation in answering because it was an unforgettable mark once seen.

A hunter tied up with a rope watched the two of them and said proudly as if it were a giant.

“Look at that. It’s because he’s an unknown monster.”

“Um… I don’t know if it’s a curse for offering this.”

Tyrone murmured with a slightly withered expression, but with his mind gathered, he moved forward in front of the altar.

After closing his eyes for a moment and thinking about his collection, he decided on an epic item to offer as a sacrifice.

“The eyes of the Lord.”

“I knew I would.”

When Chris, who had previously ignored Jusin’s eyes, made fun of Tyrone, he blushed.

“What, what are you talking about!”

“As expected, you thought that was the worst thing.”

“ah… no it’s not! sh*t.”

Tyrone swallowed the insults and excuses and dropped the eyes of the main god he was holding in his hands.

Then, a small crack forms at the top of the altar and swallows his sacrifice.

Just as the three men were expecting an answer from the altar, a very creepy voice resounded and the main god’s eyes popped out again.

“Offer something else.”

“What, what?”

As the embarrassed Tyrone panicked, Chris giggled and explained his guess.

“I guess it’s too lame for an epic item, so I don’t get it. Try again with something like B-level.”

“Well, even if I’m a bad god, I’ll be pissed if something like the eyes of the god is brought in as a sacrifice.”

When the hunter next to him offered some help, Tyrone shouted with a frown.

“shut up! Oh really… Then what should I offer?”

“How about the Blade of Grief? You’re a thief anyway, so you’d better use a dagger.”

“That’s a bit of a waste… Eh, I can’t help it.”

Tyrone took out the Blade of Grief as per Chris’ persuasion. Then, the altar opens the crack again, as if telling them to hurry up.

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Moments later, a much more satisfied voice came from the altar where Tyrone’s sacrifice was greedily swallowed.

“Your wish has come true.”

“What!”

As soon as the voice finished, Tyrone scuttled in front of him in amazement.

Chris watched his action, his eyes wide open.

“Is it for real?”

“I guess so? Shadow Ambush!”

Tyrone’s new model, which had tested his skills as a test, melted into the shadows, and soon emerged from the vicinity of the torch.

Chris was then able to confirm his class.

‘You son of Tyrone, was he a shadow assassin?’

Among thieves, it is exceptionally equipped with both combat power and utility, but it is a class whose power rapidly decreases during the day when the shadow is shortened.

The weakness of the ability is very clear, but it was not bad because the performance was good.

Tyrone, who finally regained the status window, ran around in place and tried to activate the skill several times.

Chris looked at him like that and naturally worried.

‘This bastard, are you going to be controlled in the future?’

Although he had become attached to it, Tyrone, who had regained the status window, had gone beyond Chris’ control.

He wandered around the not-so-wide cave, misunderstood Chris’ thoughts and waved his hand.

“Hey, don’t think anything strange! I have no place to lean on if it’s not you, man. I can’t go back to Breton now.”

“My, what am I?”

“Ugh. Change that bloody look and talk. Going out with you is usually fun and informative, but sometimes chills run down my spine.”

Chris, who had been giving up on his excuses, fell into deep trouble.

Tyrone tried to persuade him step by step.

“Like the horses that came all the way here, you still have some hidden cards, but you don’t have to be afraid of someone like me seriously. Let’s continue to get along just like before.”

“I’m going to cut Prime Minister Breton’s throat later, is that okay?”

Chris, who was getting tired of Tyrone’s cube, said something to Tyrone, and his complexion changed.

Even so, this question could not be overlooked.

“Prime Minister? Do I really have to kill that man? It must be harder to kill than the king of a decent kingdom… … .”

“I owe him something.”

“Oh, you too? What if you really want to… … .”

After hesitating for a moment, Tyrone held out his right hand as if to shake Chris’s hand. Chris grabs it with a rather subtle expression and shakes it lightly.

However, the hunter player who was watching the two men suddenly intervened.

“Wait, why do you want to kill Prime Minister Breton?”

“I have some personal grudges. Do you know someone?”

When Chris turned on the light in his eyes again, the hunter who felt the crisis shook his head vigorously.

“no. I haven’t seen it myself, but should I say a kind of role model? The reason I put cyanide in your products was to imitate him.”

“… what?”

Chris’s eyes narrowed as the two stories, which did not seem to connect smoothly, came out one after another.

Seeing his stern expression, the hunter added urgently.

“The Breton Empire has moved from feudalism to centralization and is developing successfully. So I tried to go all the way to democracy at once.”

“Something I hate to hear already.”

In Chris’s experience, what fools who have come to this world most often think about is democracy. Democracy is the answer to solve all problems, considering the immature knowledge of people in the corner of the room.

He clicked his tongue inside and coaxed the hunter player into asking.

“So, what the hell does democracy have to do with cyanide?”

“In this world, spices are products that can only be consumed by the privileged. So, if you mix poison with it, wouldn’t it be possible to pick and kill them?”

“… … .”

I was annoyed just by hearing it, but it wasn’t a completely unfounded story.

Aristocrats in this world used silverware to determine whether something was poisonous, but cyanide was able to deftly overcome such a method.

In fact, silverware only identifies poisons containing the element ‘sulfur’. When sulfur contained in poison combines with silver, silver sulfide is formed, and this silver sulfide turns silver tableware black.

However, cyanide does not contain sulfur, which is unusual for a poisonous substance.

Of course, it’s not that the famous nobles believe in only one silverware and devour the food… … .

Pepper is a bit too expensive a spice, so even the maids who act as Kimi’s courtiers can’t eat it.

If Chris hadn’t noticed the presence of cyanide, there would have been division in the city the Merchant Corps visited.

However, the hunter’s plan was plausible only until this point.

Chris asked him, unleashing the generosity that had been dormant inside him.

“okay. As you said, let’s assume that all the vested interests died thanks to the cyanide. Well, at least the high-ranking aristocrats of the royal family will survive, but… Let’s pretend they all died somehow. So, what are you going to do next?”

The hunter answered Chris’s question with an attitude as if he was so worried.