229: D81.
Courage 229: D81.
Courage “Well, turns out you can talk after all!”
Seeing the Hero respond, the Arcane Marksman, who had been pushed aside by the Foreign Soul ssenger, remarked in surprise.
“When I saw you writing on the carriage, I thought you were so sort of Arcane Automaton!”
Although the Hero knew that the other’s words were unfiltered and not malicious, she could only reply with an embarrassed smile, unsure of how to respond.
“Yes, yes, that kind of flawless quality, just like the ones Nobles often buy to use in bed—”
“Take this idiot away,” sighed the Foreign Soul ssenger.
“Got it,” the Shadow Assassin tossed a scroll of parchnt with one hand, using the other to grab the Arcane Marksman’s collar and throw her aside.
“Sorry, although she’s reliable in battle, normally…
she’s got so issues.”
Catching the spoils recovered from the Goblin Priest, the Foreign Soul ssenger pointed to her head.
“Anyway, don’t mind her.”
“Yeah, I know, she just helped ,” the Hero nodded.
“Thanks, then do you want to exchange so information?” The Foreign Soul ssenger smiled, tossing the parchnt in her hand.
“After all, since we’ve fought side by side, you must have noticed that the situation on this Highland is very unusual.
“Exchanging information is for everyone’s benefit.”
When they first shared a ride, they suspected the Hero of having ulterior motives, but seeing her undeniable disdain for the Evil Goblins, they let their guard down.
From the conversations between a few Female Adventurers earlier, the Hero, having discerned their profound backgrounds, naturally nodded eagerly.
“This…
this kind of thing actually happened.”
Hearing the Hero’s words, the Foreign Soul ssenger couldn’t remain calm, and her mouth gaped in astonishnt.
“You’re incredible, even though you look so small.” The Arcane Marksman marveled as she sized up the Hero.
“If you don’t want to get beaten up, you’d better say less,” the Shadow Assassin spoke in exasperation.
After leaving the battlefield, they found a relatively dry spot on the ground, sat down without fuss, and began their exchange.
The Hero also learned that the three ca from an Ancient Village, said to be the birthplace of an Ancient Hero who had suppressed Demons with his own life.
And the token passed down through the generations in their village, signifying a pact with the Holy Snake, had emitted a signal.
This ant there might be so unusual activity from the ancient Great Demon beneath the volcano.
[The token is]
1.
Scale
2.
Ring
3.
gemstone
4.
Snake Eyes
5.
Snake Tooth
6.
Anchor
7.
Anchor
8.
Anchor, Crystal Adornnt♛
9.
Amber Flower
10.
Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(8)=8
So they hadn’t taken on any guild missions but had co to the Highland in pursuit of these signals.
Originally still unsure, they were convinced upon seeing the undeniable evidence of Demonic Goblins.
Originally, the Foreign Soul ssenger intended to persuade the Hero to leave the Highland, suspecting her initially, but once assured of her innocence, she couldn’t watch her walk into danger.
The truth of the polluted water source was the handiwork of the Great Demon.
Even for Adventurers, upon hearing the truth, the logical action was to leave the Highland and return to the city.
However, unexpectedly, the Hero’s understanding of the situation was clearer and more detailed than theirs, even communicating with the Holy Snake, a sight they had never seen.
Seeing the Hero produce a sowhat worn Scale belonging to the White Snake, the three looked on with grave expressions.
“Army, Church, Sect Followers, so many forces entangled…”
The Foreign Soul ssenger bit her nails, visibly shocked by the chaos.
“No, considering it’s the Great Demon, perhaps this is normal.
Maybe our thoughts were too simplistic.”
She spread the parchnt recovered from the Goblin Priest in the center where the group sat, using a cylindrical Crystal Adornnt to weigh down the upper left corner as a paperweight.
Intricate engravings adorned the interior of the Crystal, suggesting a special purpose, though the Hero couldn’t discern it.
Shifting her gaze away to examine the parchnt, the Hero discovered it depicted a strategic map of the Highland’s terrain.
“Goblins looking at maps…” she murmured in puzzlent.
“The Shaman probably could; it could still chant with its head nearly falling off.”
“Whether or not it could look at maps is irrelevant.
Even if it could, this map clearly wasn’t made by Goblins.”
The Arcane Marksman and Shadow Assassin also leaned in.
[With the Central Volcano as the focal point, each map’s distribution (distance D100, direction D36)]
[Ice Heaven Lake (Hideout distance 30)]
D100 30 d36=d100(28) 30 d36(31)=89
[Location of the Snow Woman (Above the distance, then arrived)]
D100=d100(54)=54
[True Saint Disciples’ stronghold]
D70 d36=d70(40) d36(13)=53
[Ancient Hero’s Sword Tomb]
D100 d36=d100(76) d36(32)=108
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
“Is it the Black Gate again?”
Spreading the map, the Foreign Soul ssenger temporarily set aside her inner turmoil and joined in the discussion.
“Yeah, this might be their mark, and maybe their stronghold or sothing.
The map was probably given to the Goblins by them.”
The Shadow Assassin pointed to a semi-open Gate symbol exuding a distorted aura on the map, raising an eyebrow.
“But what is this sword-shaped mark?
The two marks just form a line with the Central Volcano…”
“Isn’t that the Great Demon’s Sealing site?
The direction those black-skinned Goblins were heading was over there,”
The Arcane Marksman pointed with her finger, drawing a straight line.
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