I Fell into the Game with Instant Kill
chapter-55-2

Chapter 55.2: Hallmenta (6)

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As always, in the moving carriage, I watched the scenery outside the window.

This was the end of the mystery-finding journey. It was time to return to my territory.

Except for one, everything else was obtained as planned, so I could say that the result was satisfactory.

‘Still, the last mystery… it’s regretful not getting it.

I ended up thinking about the last mystery I didn’t get from Hallmenta.

A mystery with the ability to throw away one’s own body and take the body of another who met the conditions.

In a word, it was the ability to possess.

However, there was a penalty that one could never return to the former body that was thrown away after using it.

There was only one reason I was trying to gain that mystery, which would be of no use to me.

Because there was one villain who would cause a huge disaster in the future through that mystery.

I have cleared all the main story of RaSa.

Naturally, I was aware of the existence of major villains who would cause major problems along the way.

However, unlike other villains, that ‘bastard’ was a person who annoyingly changed his broken body with his possessor ability.

Because of that, it’s hard to know was what kind of body he was in, where he was, and what he was doing.

So, I was trying to take that mystery and block the problem altogether…

It can’t be helped.

I brushed off my anger cleanly. What’s the use of thinking about the past?

All I could do was continue to do my best in the future.

***

The wagon ran and ran, passing through the territories of the First and Third Lords, and then arrived at the Sixth Lord’s territory.

It was possible to go directly from the First Lord’s territory to mine by passing through the Overlord’s territory, but I wanted to check the news about Valkilov, so I deliberately went through the Third Lord’s land.

“Whoa….”

So, the current location was Mahea, the capital of the Sixth Lord’s territory.

I stood before the windowsill of the inn room and looked up blankly at the sky.

There were several months left until the next meeting of the Lords. After returning to my territory, I was contemplating what to do first.

It would have been nice to have the time to go to Santea, but time was tight.

There was nothing to do until the next meeting.

Then there was a commotion in the street.

I lowered my head.

A man was grabbing a young boy by the collar and yelling at him.

Hearing what he said, it seemed that his wallet was stolen. Pedestrians around them glanced at them.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Then two armed soldiers approached them.

The man who was holding the boy by the neck explained the situation with a slight smirk.

Then the soldiers smiled mischievously and looked at the boy.

“Hey, a pickpocket? Get out of the way. You can’t just talk like that to a nasty bastard.”

Then, after pushing the man, he suddenly swung his spear and slammed the boy in the head. The boy screamed and fell.

The soldiers did not stop there. Rather, as if it was just the beginning, they began to thrash the boy who had fallen.

“Argh, ahhh…!”

A crackling sound came from the boy’s arm, which was trodden by the soldier’s kick. The boy let out a louder scream.

The man who had been pickpocketed watched all this with restlessness.

All the passers-by around them were all quiet, and they just went on their way avoiding the soldiers.

I clicked my tongue as I looked down at the scene.

If the water above was rotten, the water below would also rot.

The security of the Sixth Lord’s territory, ruled by a tyrant, was such a thing.

They enjoy stealing money from travelers like a gangster in a back alley or using violence under the guise of punishment. It was the same when I played the game.

So the soldiers trampled on the boy for a few minutes and then left.

“Uh, uh…”

The boy, whose body was covered in dirt and blood, squirmed on the floor. Of course, no one was there to help.

As I was contemplating whether to help with that, an old man passing by then approached the boy.

An old man with an orange beard with a small body like a dwarf.

As he looked at the boy’s condition, he clicked his tongue, pulled something out of his bosom, and started pouring it all over the boy’s broken arm. It was a potion.

So the old man cured the boy and went straight back on his way.

I saw the boy who got up from his the ground, bowed his head with a bewildered expression.

“···”

I watched the series of events with a bit of interest.

In this world, potions were precious, even the low-quality ones. He was a rare virtuoso who could freely give such a potion to others.

The old man who was moving away quickly went into an alley and disappeared.

I stared at the place where he disappeared, then stopped looking at the streets and laid down on the bed.

As I stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, something flashed in my mind.

I opened my eyes wide and jumped up as if bouncing.

Wait a minute···

That old man, maybe?

Because of his distinctive appearance, it immediately convinced me of the old man’s identity. I let out a small sigh.

Why is he in this city?

At this point in time, he was in the capital of the Sixth Lord?

It was an unexpectedly big discovery.

After thinking about what to do for a while, I hurriedly put on the robe hanging on one side of the room and went out of the inn. Alone, leaving Asher.

I went out into the street and went into the alley the old man had entered.

As I went inside and continued along the road, I soon found a sign for a potion shop in the distance.

I thought it was over there and was about to approach, but I heard a voice coming from the side road.

“Hey there! Stop it!”

I turned my head to something.

Two soldiers I had seen on the street before were approaching me.