Hunter of the Perished World

[63] Cultist’s Scheme (2)

The girl in front of me, the children around me, or the girl from the outside who had the dazzling eyes, seemed to be very interested in Leona. A child cried out.

“You’re so beautiful! Is everyone out there this pretty? I thought everyone was addicted to CP and looked like a monster!”

“That’s what grown-ups say. They lie to scare us.”

Leona stared at a lot of kids with a look on her face when she shouted nonstop.

“How are you? You’re new to Fortress, right? Play with us! I’ll teach you things!”

Leona had to think for a long time about why these human figures were so interested in her.

“Well, well, well…”

“What are you thinking about?”

Eventually, Leona squeezes her hand and pulls it out the door.

Usually, there are people who are very well-connected in nature, and the girl who extracted Leona is ten times more well-connected than those who are well-connected.

“Let’s play!”

She didn’t seem to have any intention of letting Leona go.

“Well, well, well!”

And Leona was distracted by the type of things she’d never experienced in her life.

One more round of jostling to get out of Fortress, a convoy receives a radio call and tilts its head.

“Yes? Ah… Um… yeah. I understand.”

After disconnecting the radio, he’s making a look that is hard to understand. Ramfil gestures to tell you, and when he’s done, what comes out of his mouth is completely absurd.

“Slatters have appeared over the automatic turret range.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you planning a raid? Even so.”

“No, I’m not.”

He thinks his words are nonsense, but he speaks slowly.

“He’s got a bunch of bodies on his back and his head tightened.”

“?”

“Hmm?”

Both Gene and Ramfil have no idea what that means.

Eventually, Jin and Ramfil decided to check it out. Only Gin and Ramfil showed up between the walls of Fortress and the interior.

Even now, there are so many possibilities to think about what this could mean, but I don’t think there’s any reason why it would be a suicide.

They were literally committing gypsum on a very narrow street where they could not hear the voice of denial of access.

A group of slatters to clean up came to see us. I don’t know how to thank you, but it was a funny scene.

“I’ve had enough of slatter-hunting as monsters, but I’ve never seen slatter-hunting in my life.”

I took off my protective clothing and crumpled it up into the void, saying that Jean was ridiculous. Ramfil, of course, knew this was a strange situation. Gene pulls out his weapon and says,

“Let’s get ready to shoot anytime.”

“Sure.”

Slatters were apparently completely unarmed, but Ramfil also reformed the pistol to reflow to adjust the spread. If you try to do something stupid, the swarms of death await.

The slatters were over a hundred and fifty, even though they looked fake. And slater’s bodies lying in front of them were ten.

The closer you get, the man who falls at the top of them looks down and sees Gene and Ramfil approaching, almost throwing his head down.

Gene was increasingly drawn with a big picture of what was happening. To be precise, Slatters’ intentions have been speculative.

“Brothers! This is a trap!”

The slater of the lead suddenly burst out of the trailing heat, terrified of shouting.

It’s a trap!

It was really rare to see.

“What a sight.”

In Gene’s words, Ramfil nods with a subtle stiff expression.

Ramfil was in charge of the case, and Jean watched as Ramfil instructed her to take care of it.

What’s more, I was reluctant to put my jeans on the thing that looked like trouble.

Ramfil talks about the situation with the slatters at the forefront, holding the laser rifle.

“This is a cowardly and sinister conspiracy, my brothers!”

“I don’t know why I’m your brother, but let’s start with an explanation.”

“Oh, my gosh, take my busy person… Yes, that’s it.”

“…….”

“That’s it, that’s it!”

“What’s that?”

The slater starts rolling his balls in cold sweat, as Ramfil orders you not to talk nonsense.

“W…. A…. schematic. Yes! It’s a trick!”

The man who looks like the head of these slatters began to pick up and serve things by writing letters that were not meant to be Juju Island.

With their regular respect for Wargrave and the help of the great soldiers, the white voices were written as a rhetoric, but there was only one thing that mattered.

They are a group of slatters in the vicinity, and the usual Wargraves lead them to say they are peaceful people. And they knew the Wargrave armored car was coming through, so they didn’t go anywhere near it just in case.

But when I found out what had happened because of the gunfire and the noise, I went to see if the fight was over and the situation was made to be perfectly misleading.

After all, the assault on the armored car was not them, and those who attacked the Wargrave armored car did so with a cunning, swift plot to put them in Wargrave’s hands.

All they can do is track down and kill the raiders, and add a compensatory explanation that they had to give their bodies to the keep.

“That’s because they’re trying to wipe us out with their hands and eat this neighborhood!”

“Hmm….”

“Are we crazy? Thanks to the reliable Fortress here, how much we suck honey… No, I had the advantage, but I wouldn’t mess with the dolls unless I was crazy. Yes, so like this. I did this because I wanted to punish the bastards who attacked my brothers… Yeah, not really. After getting angry…”

The bodies of the ten coffins were the ones who raided Ramfil. And Ramfil glances through the combat data and sees some of the faces he encountered in the bodies.

It was true that these bodies were actually the ones that attacked the armored car.

“Hmm….”

Unlike ordinary people, Wargrave thinks differently. Humans in the wilderness are just other creatures. It doesn’t matter what slater is.

The mission is to extract the source of origin, the root of the plant. So it’s important to clarify the facts before killing someone.

In that sense, Ramfil was a veteran who thought it was important to realize the essential meaning of orders, not to follow them directly.

That’s why, for one, Ramfil didn’t cover up and shoot. Instead, I thought it was worth talking about.

“I can’t deny the possibility that you’ve been hanging here by the shoulders of your colleagues who participated in the raids to avoid accountability.”

Slater’s face turned blue.

“Well, you’re right, too, but we don’t do that behind our colleagues. Yeah, well, if we had, we would’ve cleaned this place up and left. We didn’t bring any weapons.”

Slater’s excuses were also true.

There are two possibilities. These slatters may be telling the truth, and another group may have deliberately attacked the Wargrave Armored Vehicle. To make the furious Wargraves wipe out the slatters in the area.

Or maybe you’re trying to piss a little, purge your colleagues, and then cut them off like tributes.

In fact, it was foolish of them to come here after they had struck down ten of their colleagues rather than doing this.

“Hmm….”

Ramfil looks at the beekeeping slatters and thinks:

“Does that mean that those of you who want to take over Slater House are bait for the Wargrave raid, and you can throw about twenty of them like a charm?” You knew we were moving? ”

They knew the armored car movement plan in the first place, and if they could throw about twenty people into a bait raid party, it would have to be seen as an army that had already surpassed the slater level.

Gene recalls something as he listens to the conversation.

“The Chado Murder”… ‘

As Gene thinks, Ramfil looks at Gene.

“I’d like the hunter’s advice.”

In response, the frightened glances of the slatters turned to Gin. Slatters are rubbish after all, but Gene couldn’t find the need to strike down these frightened slatters.

These guys are just killers now with nothing to gain. Gene did not enjoy an unseemly murder. Even if they’re not targets, you don’t have to kill them.

“Well, I don’t think these corpses are the product of the slime mold.”

“You want to tell me these guys aren’t the culprits?”

“That’s right.”

In the first place, they have no benefit from touching Wargrave. There’s no reason for those guys who already built Slater House solid to need three armored cars.

I wish I had an armored car, but it wouldn’t have been absolutely necessary for the horde to thrive. Slatters may be crazy, but they have a penchant for life.

In a sense, it is unlikely that the attack on the nearby Slater House will occur.

“Then we better find the ones who set these guys up.”

“That’s right.”

“Hey! Hey, guys! Thank you for your faith!”

Slater is ready to lick even his boots. For them, symbiotic relationships with Fortress were just as important as having to come to this end at the risk of death. But Gene had nothing to do with it. Gene crouches in front of a kneeling slater.

It looked like a snarling nugget.

“This guy’s gonna get shot by a Wargrave, but I’m a hunter, like I heard.”

“Yes! Yes, Mr. Hunter!”

“Cut out the harsh brotherly talk, and listen to what I say.”

“Yes! Yes, I’m listening!”

“Suppose we eliminate the people who set you up. It’s good for us, but it’s good for you, too, right?”

“Yes? Ah… Well… I hope so… Why…”

Slater rolls his eyes at the sound of the story, and Gene taps his shoulder and grins.

“How much can you pay?”

The only thing that can move a hunter is the chip.

It’s not free because it has to be done anyway.

Howl, if I could, I wouldn’t miss this opportunity to forget the flea liver.

“You know? Hunters don’t do anything for free.”

Slater was staring at Gin like he was some kind of freak, but Gin’s gonna rip the chip off again.

As it always has been.

Fortress’ comfort doesn’t just come from cleanliness. If eating, wearing and sleeping are the basic conditions necessary to live as a human being, then everything else enhances the quality of life even more.

Fortress was well-stocked with educational medical facilities as well as leisure facilities.

Leona opened her eyes as soon as she entered the comfort complex with the children. I don’t know what it was, but there were definitely some monitors and sports stadiums out in front of me.

Those who finish their work or are off-duty overcome their uselessness in this threatening facility.

“What’s all this?”

“It’s a game! Let’s do it!”

The girl who looked like a commander introduced herself as Sarah. The other children said her name, but only Sarah could remember her name.

Fortunately, Leona knew enough to read the words floating on the monitors. Unlike most wastelands, Leona thought she could read and write because her mother taught her language.

There were board games, there were automated programmatic games. People here may be sick of it, but there are some people who specialize in developing only play to overcome boredom.

Of course, it was not compared to what I had previously practiced in professional industries, but it was luxurious enough. There were very few people who used comfort facilities, but other children, including the children who brought Leona, were enjoying themselves around the facility.

Today was a so-called day of rest, without education.

“You’re doing all the work, aren’t you?”

Since eating is not a problem, it seems silly to Leona that it was just built to play in this huge space.

Of course, it sounded even weirder to Sarah.

“Leona talks like an adult. Come on, sit down. I’ll tell you the rules. When you get used to it, I’ll teach you a game called Wasteland War.”

Sarah smiled and sat Leona in front of a board game.

The electronic board game that many play together was a game that determined everything by rolling the dice. Leona doesn’t know what it is, but rolls the dice and gets involved in the game.

In fact, it was a very important facility within Fortress.

Fortress, though spacious, is eventually a closed space.

Even if it is dangerous outside, the only person born inside is the life inside. In the end, a moment of boredom and boredom comes after twenty years, whether you like it or not.

That’s why we need to play fun and kill time. In fact, Wargrave’s suicide rate has decreased by nearly nine, with the construction of the Great Lakes as an essential structure for Fortress. Of course, for Leona, who doesn’t know that, this panic room only seems to be full and the back pickers are doing nonsense.

Each keep develops a play and if it gains a good rating, it may be redistributed through the Stronghold to other fortresses. Naturally, any play that is useful is, of course, a matter of survival for those who have to live their whole lives underground.

“Six! Leona, you’re lucky.”

Sarah giggles, looking at Leona’s rolling dice. What was so good about it was that Leona, Sarah, loved to do whatever she did.

He did nothing, but Leona was the first person to show such uselessness. And so were the other children. Leona flinched in wonder, but it was not exclusively a curious mixture of arcs.

Leona had never seen a child as a child before.

“Isn’t it hard to go outside?”

While playing, the children and Sarah asked Leona about the outside, and she replied frankly.

“Well… Fuck you.”

The children were frightened when Leona used the acronym without hesitation. But even for a moment, the children laughed at whether they thought it was the kind of swag only wildlings could do.

The children were curious, so they had a lot of questions about the wilderness. Leona was baptized by the question with so many questions, and even the game later stopped.

“Have you ever caught a monster?”

“No, I didn’t catch it.”

“Does he look scary? Aren’t you scared?”

“Huh? What…”

Of course, Leona was not as terrified as she was of monsters. In the beginning, the monster treated Leona almost as invisible, so it didn’t matter.

“It just is.”

And that was enough to get the kids to look up to Leona.

“Sis! What about monsters?”

“Well…. What do you think…”

Leona pondered the question of a child much younger than Sarah. Of course, the child was asking what the monsters he had met looked like. However, Leona understood the question’s intentions differently and gave the wrong answer.

“It doesn’t taste good.”

“!”

No matter what I asked, the children were in shock. This girl was the strangest person they had ever met.

That’s why Fortress was more attractive than anyone else to children who were tired of their boring lives.