Chapter 111
The swordsmith slowly opened his eyes, exhaled gently, and his whole body was enveloped in a sharp aura.
"Did you notice?" Benny said softly.
“I haven’t sensed anything more monstrous than that thing in all the calamities so far. It could turn into a demon king at any moment.” The swordsmith said softly, slowly rising from the wooden house carried by the earth dragon. “That’s an unstable factor that needs to be eliminated.”
“No rush.” Benny kept looking ahead. “That thing’s target isn’t us.”
"Regardless of whether the target is us or not, we can't let such a dangerous monster go unchecked." The swordsmith stared blankly at the still-sleeping Little White beside him: "This guy?"
“She was saying the same thing a few minutes ago, that she wanted to go, so I gave her a drink laced with sleeping pills. She’s sleeping soundly now, don’t wake her,” Benny said after a pause.
“I’ve heard for a long time that the Saints, especially the Eight-Colored Glass, seem to be quite tolerant of monsters. But it still feels strange to hear it with my own ears.” The swordsmith frowned.
“You were once in Ark’s team, so you should be able to understand.”
“I wouldn’t have left if it weren’t for my inability to understand. That guy would always come and lecture me whenever he saw me dealing with monsters,” the swordsmith said. “Humans can be safe once monsters are eliminated, and my weapons were made for that purpose. Something has to be cut down.”
“Yes, monsters should be eliminated.” Benny paused and said, “If you want to go, then go, but don’t make yourself look too bad.”
"You're looking down on me." The swordsmith shook the scabbard behind him, and the spear had already slid into his hand.
Then she vanished without a sound or movement, except for the distant sound of a violent explosion.
Because the moment the spear was thrown, it directly blasted open the air in the trajectory, creating a vacuum. Brother Ge's voice was like thunder.
But it still couldn't penetrate that thing; it was actually dodged.
However, this played right into the swordsmith's hands. The moment the humanoid monster retreated, an overwhelming sense of danger pressed down on it.
That was the intimidating force of the giant blade and greatsword falling simultaneously. Two exquisitely crafted holy artifacts unleashed their power at the same time, but they were held back by the secondary limbs behind them.
The two spider legs that grew from its back had a metallic sheen, and although they were so slender, they blocked a giant blade several times its size.
It was kicked in the back, and its entire body was stomped into the ground. The ground began to crack from the point of impact, and large areas of the ground were smashed into spreading cracks.
"A beautiful combo." Benny looked at the swordsmith carrying the thing back. "And thank goodness you didn't kill him."
"Hey, hey, hey, that's exactly what Ark said to me. It's so relatable." The swordsmith left the monster behind: "I can't kill this thing, I need your help."
"Oh?" Benny finally became interested in the guy who was being carried over.
This looks like a human being; if you ignored the spider legs on its back, you'd probably mistake it for a normal human. It was wearing a sweater and wool pants, lying there unconscious.
The spider legs behind him slowly disappeared after he lost consciousness. A few minutes later, the guy lying there was just a male of about twenty years old, almost like a human.
"He's kind of handsome," Benny said casually. Indeed, he was a very handsome guy, with delicate and prominent features and a strong, muscular build.
"Honestly, I can't bring myself to kill it because it looks so human." The swordsmith frowned. "This guy's aura is really annoying."
You could sense the aura emanating from this guy from a very, very far distance away; it was a terrifying aura that even woke me from my sleep.
Of course, we also need to take a good look at what's inside the house that the earth dragon is carrying. Because of Benny's own aura, not a single monster dared to approach in a fairly large area.
"Waaaaah!" When Xiaobai groggily opened her eyes, she saw the guy lying next to her and was so startled that she was wide awake.
"How did you sleep?" Benny asked, then gestured to her. Little White obediently lay down next to her so she could pet it.
It's true that raising a fox is best done with gentle care, which is why Benny has always had a good impression of this adorable child.
"Hmm, I can't sleep well without you here with me, an adult," Little White said, lying down next to Benny.
But Benny just smiled and didn't point out the inaccuracy in what he said. Because she hadn't slept at all; Little White's so-called "sleeping with her" was nothing more than him lying next to her with his big tail covering her stomach to keep her warm.
"Hey, you two seem to get along quite well," the swordsmith remarked casually, then sat down next to the monster. "This monster shouldn't be this weak. It's disproportionate to its aura."
“It’s passed out, so don’t be so wary. It’s probably just tired,” Benny said. “This guy looks like he’s walked a long way.”
The knifemaker did not answer, but expressed his agreement.
It's tough for inexperienced monsters to trek long distances through chaotic areas, constantly battling other monsters while dealing with the awful environment. Unless you're someone who's always lived in this kind of place, it would probably be exhausting.
A guy who gets this tired and weak from something like this is obviously intelligent; someone who acts on instinct would never be this bad.
"What should we do?" The swordsmith paused and said, "This child might be useful for making a good weapon."
"Hehe, it doesn't matter to me. How many more days until we reach Kadumi?"
"Three days at most. I don't understand why you insist on taking us there. They have so many other possible itineraries to choose from."
“I know that guy, don’t worry. If I say I’ll go there, I definitely will.” Benny paused and said, “If I’m wrong, I’ll break his ribs without hesitation the next time we meet.”
"Ahem, I thought you would show your gentle side in front of him." The swordsmith scratched his head helplessly: "When you were talking about that guy to us the other day, I saw you smiling very happily."
"Hmm? I've always been pretty gentle with him. After all, I only broke his bones, I never really crippled him. Oh, do you have a baseball bat? Give me one, anything you'll like." Veins bulged on Benny's forehead. "That guy has caused me a lot of trouble. It's not good if I don't give him a good beating."
"That's right, that's right, beat them hard!" Xiaobai seemed very happy to hear her say that.
Benny was probably drunk a while ago and talked too much about her past. Xiaobai, listening, felt hatred for that guy, wishing she could shoot him in the head the next time they met.
The swordsmith could only sigh. She didn't have any particular feelings for Ark. He was just an ordinary person, that's how she saw him. An unlikable and unpleasant fellow.
Such things should, in themselves, tour the world in places unseen by ourselves. This world, though not large, is also not small. Some people never see its boundaries in their entire lives, while others have already traveled to every corner of the world.
That guy was clearly the latter; although he was someone who loved to spout nonsense, I didn't dislike him.
He's a very lively guy, the life of the party in the group. But he knows his abilities can cause trouble, so he's very careful to keep them hidden.
But I heard that guy's expressionless now. This is a bit hard for the swordsmith to believe. But then again, his own personality has changed drastically since then. Time is an invisible blade that can change many things, often cutting people to pieces.
"Speaking of which, you've been maintaining this posture for almost half a month now." The knifesmith looked at Benny sitting cross-legged there with a bit of curiosity.
This guy hasn't moved since he put on his armor and sat here; he didn't even need to eat or drink unless reminded. The only reason he did it was because he felt it would be a little strange not to.
Including sleeping, this guy doesn't even sleep. However, you can probably tell from the dark circles under his eyes that he hasn't slept much at all.
The swordsmith sat down next to the monster, turned him over, and took off his somewhat ridiculous sweater, looking at the knife wounds on his back.
Huge wounds remain on his body. They don't appear to have fully healed; they are almost completely infected.
However, this guy hardened his muscles into a shell-like structure below the wound, which caused the flesh above to rot without affecting the shell below.
It looks painful, but this guy's wound will be treated in no time, and it won't leave such a noticeable scar.
These scars are truly terrifying, yet they don't make sense. Just now, the swordsmith confirmed that this guy was essentially a collection of magical energy, and his final attack hadn't actually caused him any serious damage. It had only knocked him unconscious.
Behind him, the swordsmith looked at the sword at his waist, a sacred artifact he had crafted over three years using top-quality materials.
However, it was impossible to leave a wound on him; even when the blade chipped, it didn't leave any marks.
So what kind of weapon could inflict such damage on him so cleanly and efficiently? It must have been a very dangerous person, or someone the child trusted deeply. Because the wound was on his back, it's possible it was caused by a sneak attack from a friend.
Betrayed by a friend? The swordsmith fell into deep thought, then slowly sighed.
I've been betrayed by friends before, more than once. After all, I make equipment, and some people covet my gear and stab me in the back. Fortunately, I'm an ascetic, someone with a body as strong as metal. That's why I've been able to survive until now.
The little spider didn't wake up from his coma until several hours later, when it was already evening. It was the aroma of the tea the knife maker was cooking that brought him back to his senses.
"Good evening, monster." The swordsmith said casually as he watched him sit up. "Don't mind us, we were worried you might disobey us."
The reason for his apology was the chain left on him. He looked at the metal around his neck, then at the knifesmith who had served him a bowl of rice, and silently lowered his head.
"Thank you." He took the rice and thanked him softly.
"Thank the guy who arrested you? Heh, do you need some spicy dishes to go with your rice? Or some jerky or something?" She placed a plate of food in front of him, along with a bottle of soju: "This is about all for dinner. I can add more rice if it's not enough, but we only have this much jerky because of storage issues."
He looked at the dinner placed in front of him, nodded, and ate in small bites.
"What's your name?" The knifesmith sat beside him, eating the same food.
“Crison,” he said softly, “is a monster.”
"Disaster can't be used to describe you now, can it? Chaotic Catastrophe?" she asked casually. "I remember that's what you, a demon, would be called."
The little spider nodded: "I guess so."
It wouldn't be hard to get information out of him, the swordsmith thought. The way this guy was eating looked rather pitiful, like a prisoner enjoying his last meal before execution.
However, there was really no way to make him safe, because this guy was so dangerous that if he didn't tether himself to this metal, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to respond correctly if the guy suddenly attacked.
But now it seemed a bit unnecessary; this guy didn't seem to mind being tied up at all, which made Dedeline feel a little guilty. He was clearly a good kid, but she was thinking about how to deal with him.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Chris paused and said, "You fed me dinner, what should I do to repay you?"
"Could you help keep watch at night?" the swordsmith asked after a moment's hesitation.
Of course, it was impossible to really trust him to keep watch at night, but Benny was definitely not going to sleep, so she took the opportunity to see if this guy had any bad intentions.
The little spider nodded, then pressed its teeth with its paws, and the spider silk seeping out was stretched into needle-like things.
The swordsmith instinctively placed his hand on his weapon, ready to deflect any potential attack. But he only watched as the man casually unlocked the collar around his neck. Then he nodded at him.
She raised an eyebrow; the way this guy picked the lock was so skillful it was almost heartbreaking. Just how many times had he been locked up to be able to so expertly disassemble such a sophisticated lock cylinder?
However, I still didn't sense any malice from this guy, although I could definitely feel his dangerous aura. But it was just danger, something that instilled fear. He himself didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
“I suggest you learn how to control your aura.” She paused and said, “You know your current aura can be frightening, right?”
The little spider shuddered, turned its head in surprise, and looked at the guy behind it.
In an instant, an equally dangerous aura erupted from her, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.
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