Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 95

95 – Information from an Uninvited Guest

The night was quiet.

No, it was quiet a little while ago.

Until I heard a very low sound from the bushes, rustling.

Obviously, if I hadn’t stopped the pen for a moment while writing down the knowledge I knew, I wouldn’t have heard it.

The sound from the bush soon disappeared.

I waited a while. It could be a wild animal passing through the bush.

I deliberately tied the thread of the alarm device to confirm their identity right under the bushes.

Whether it was thinking about the tree branch in front of me or the thread that was supposed to be hung, the device was adjusted so that only people could touch it.

Of course you could avoid them somehow, but Miss Prianian’s cunning didn’t end there.

Dude.

I heard the sound of a slightly round tree branch breaking, which I had deliberately stuck one step ahead of the thread.

It was proof that what was in the bush was not a wild animal, and that they did not back down even when they made noise.

‘f*ck, he’s a robber again.’

Sure.

I got up quietly.

Then, the uninvited guests who came through the bush made no effort to hide their voices.

There were four uninvited guests who jumped out of the bushes.

“There was a guy who was walking around without fear even these days.”

The rumblings of uninvited guests filled the encampment as the bearded, swarthy ten-year-old began to speak.

“I guess we did less work.”

“I haven’t been here in a while.”

“Shh. Climb.”

The door to the tent is closed, so you won’t notice the prianian sheep.

I made a face and acted as if I was traveling alone as much as possible.

“Who came to someone else’s camp this early in the morning? It’s just me here, and I don’t have any friends.”

Then the hairy hair that came out first let out a whimper.

Anyway, it seemed that the robbers in this neighborhood were equipped with shamelessness and brazenness as standard options.

“Is there a reason why guests come? This is also related-“

“If you see that there are not one or two bastards like you, there must be a reason.”

Even though the words were cut off, he started to tremble.

“Could there be one or two pitiful people wandering without a home in the world? I’m here to get something.”

“Looking at Ami’s noble way of saying that she was unsold, the owner must have written poetry well. So, do you rob around the university?”

There was a grinding noise.

The hairy boy’s face turned red.

“Do you dare to say such a thing and survive?”

“There are idiots who dare to do this and survive, so what should I do?”

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand over the knife.

And for a while, I listened to the tent behind me.

There was no sound from inside the tent. Just like grass bugs don’t cry in a bush with people.

That’s why I focused on the future again.

Sereung.

As I drew my sword, they began to stance sloppily.

The body that had been undone by the knife in the moonlight was still there. He pointed at them and said one last word.

“I can’t give you a house, but I will feed you a sheath.”

“Crazy.”

Neither I nor them were a tribe that wielded swords with their tongues.

So, the confrontation has begun.

-Tung!

The entrance to the tent fluttered, and bolts fired.

I quickly reached for the firewood next to me.

“Ouch!”

One fell down, and the firewood I picked up and threw before running took one step ahead of me, illuminating the front.

“Evil! Hot!!”

As a bonus, even the body of a certain guy.

The narrow campsite was reached end-to-end in a few steps, and the blade moved faster than I did.

Except for the guy who wrapped the boat, the startled robbers tried their best to respond.

Because it didn’t work properly.

―Damn it!

“Keuugh…”

First.

The elasticity Hwaran always talked about was a theory that applied to one-handed swords, and soon began to be applied to others.

―Shhh!

The sword that cut off the head of the guy wrapped around his belly headed for the other opponent, Hairy Boy.

“What the f*ck, I heard you go alone-“

Even if he died soon, the hairy boy with a living tongue split his horse so that his body would not be split.

The blade collided with the hilt of the axe, and drops of blood mingled with wood splintered into the air.

A smile bloomed on his face for an instant.

Hook.

“Kwaaah!”

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But the smile quickly faded as the sword he swung a second time pierced his guard and lodged in his chest.

To him and to me.

Second.

The last time I was about to run into a robber next to me.

“Wait!”

Dengreung.

He threw the sword he was holding, and the arming sword dug into his neck. I was lucky.

He brought it up to the point as soon as possible in order to get his fortune.

“If you help me, I will give you money-making information!”

I raised my hand toward the tent. It was a signal to wait.

The one with his head down couldn’t see our hand signals.

Miss Priyanian quietly put only the tip of the bolt out of the tent, and I opened my mouth.

“How much money do you have?”

“In fact, we are holding nobles!”

“Us?”

Who are we?

“Yes!”

After breathing a little more, the robber quickly gave a taste of the information he had.

There is an abandoned place around here, and after the boss stayed there, robbers from all directions gathered.

They got a harvest by robbing several times, and recently they succeeded in catching a person who looked like a nobleman.

“And I know that place well! Really!”

For some reason, I seemed to know where the abandoned place was.

“Are you referring to the forts around here?”

Flinch.

The guy shuddered for a while and didn’t answer.

It was time to ask a more straightforward and direct question.

Quack!

“Right, right!”

Looking at the guy trembling at the blade stuck right next to him, I thought about many things.

Should I go to Kolhen and call the guards or rescue them?

“Please save me!”

My silence must have had a different meaning to him.

There was a thud from the head that had been driven into the ground. A voice that was crushed along with the forehead came out desperately.

“If you look at me just this once, I will definitely wash my hands and live a good life!”

I decided to keep the bullsh*t aside and only get what I needed.

Because at least it was better to know whichever way it went.

“Then blow everything you know.”

“Are you saving me?”

“That’s not your decision. Certainly, the more you know, the better for you.”

Should I just die or give up everything for now?

He chose the latter.

The information the robber said was more informative than I thought.

From where the security is weak, how many archers there are.

And there are a few guys who have had a lot of sticking to the forage, and dozens or so of guys who know how to sharpen a knife by dragging it across the floor.

I was dumbfounded when I heard that the number increased little by little as the days passed.

So, did those uninvited bastards from the other day meet us while going there?

“They are assholes.”

“Yes.”

He nodded his head as if to please me, but in my eyes he did the same.

“Keep talking. It’s still not enough.”

The robber, who self-proclaimed that this was his first job, recited to me all the information he knew about the inside of the citadel.

I wondered if it was right for a guy who knew where the sons of nobles were to actually do the first job, but at least it was information that would make me money, so it didn’t matter.

“So who is that noble from?”

This is not a person around me, and the guy who came from afar didn’t know that.

However, judging from the clothes he was wearing, he seemed like a member of a very powerful family.

“I told you everything I knew! Have mercy!”

“What are you going to do?”

At one point, Miss Prianian, who was looking down at the robber next to me, was aiming a crossbow.

She was so cold that her smiling face from before was colorless, so she didn’t seem to do anything good with blood on her hands.

So I slowly bit her crossbow and said.

“Let’s tie it up first.”

“Yes?”

“There is a rope, so tie it up and think about it later.”

“Thank you!”

Thinking that at least his life was spared now, the robber sent a message of thanks.

We tied him to a tree next to the horse, and we talked from a distance.

Miss Priyanian was hard to see because it was dark, but her expression seemed to relax again.

“G-House, are you going to rescue a nobleman?”

“What do you think of Miss Prianian?”

Because I am not traveling alone, I had to listen to her opinion.

She seemed to think for a moment, then put her finger to her mouth, then gave her answer.

“I think I’ll have to save it. At least G-House’s journey is-“

“This is our journey.”

“…Yes, in order to make our journey more comfortable, we must save the nobleman.”

I kept listening to what she had to say.

“According to what he said, it looks like the bandits are going through a transition period. If you don’t save the nobles, they’ll keep coming.”

Because the notoriety of ‘robbers who captured the nobles’ matures over time.

Perhaps if the problem isn’t resolved by the time we leave Colhen, the whole area around here will turn into a den of robbers.

“If security gets worse…”

She paused her words for a moment.

With that uneasiness, I cautiously asked.

“After?”

“We may have to stand vigil more often.”

I shuddered inwardly when they said that in the worst case, it could even come to a f*cking situation where the same person has to stand on the second and fourth candles.

Miss Priyanian, who turned the scales in my heart toward rescue, landed a final blow with a sweet carrot.

“And you might get a reward.”

At such a mercenary-like answer, I nodded.

“Let’s go get it, Miss Prianian. Right now.”

***

After tying the robber up with a rope and loading it into the back of the wagon, we set up our camp and set out on our way at night.

Originally, it’s like committing suicide. The highwayman knew the way the monsters didn’t pass.

The wisdom of the f*cking life they accumulated with their blood was quite useful.

Miss Prianian sat next to me. The reason was that he didn’t want to be with the robber.

But why are they sticking together?

As I looked beside her extension, she whispered quietly.

“It’s because it’s narrow. Shall we go back?”

“No.”

So what can I do?

So I drove the wagon, oblivious as much as possible to the elbow I felt next to me.

The fort I arrived at was in a more remote place than I thought.

It seemed to have been roughly built and abandoned, probably for security reasons.

I could see guards with torches on the watchtower surrounded by wooden fences.

Looking at their outfits, they were absolutely not soldiers, so it seemed like we had come to the right place.

It wasn’t as big as the military camp in the Berrington Manor, but it was large enough to hide in the dark of the night.

Miss Priyanian asked one last question.

“Ghouse, can you do it?”

I nodded.

“You can.”