How To Live as a Scammer in the Game

38. take the sword now

A spear that melts even the souls of evil.

At first, I had no idea.

‘I thought it had some kind of flame attribute in it.’

Of course, the golden spear was my only ranged attack method, so it was satisfactory.

However, I was feeling that the performance was a little inferior compared to the value of the name.

‘It’s not a normal class, it’s only for the myth class.’

okay.

mythology class.

It doesn’t appear in the original work, but isn’t it a name that seems to be of a high level just by hearing it?

However, compared to the name of the Golden Spear, there was a feeling of disappointment.

‘Of course, it can be destroyed or created at will. Besides, you can’t catch your opponent.”

good is good

It’s good, but… Ah.

I feel like I’m only 2 percent short.

So it seemed that something dissatisfied remained inside.

By the way.

Do you ever find yourself in a situation where you will encounter a specter-type undead?

I thought this was not something simple to think about.

‘It was a short thought. Even in the original work, skills that deal direct damage to specter-type monsters are rare, so I didn’t even think of it.’

What if, as I thought, the Golden Spear was really a skill that could counter a specter type monster?

‘This might be the real thing!’

while admiring inwardly.

Levarsen was looking down at the gravekeeper with a face of disbelief.

I stared blankly for a while.

I barely opened my mouth.

“I knew that I was able to use mind control black magic…”

Then he turned his head and looked at me.

What answer are you waiting for?

So I answered truthfully.

“Looks like you can write.”

Obviously that lukewarm aura.

Perhaps it was the black magic that turned the opponent into a puppet.

It’s not an emotional feeling, it’s because it’s actually sensed.

However, even though he told the truth, Levarsen made a more absurd expression.

“You can write… you say?”

“Yes. I could feel the enchantment.”

“……”

“why?”

“No. Doesn’t it make sense? I heard he used black magic?”

“I think you answered that a while ago?”

“But why didn’t you get caught? You.”

“Because it doesn’t work. For me”

Even though he gave an accurate explanation without hiding anything, Levarsen opened his mouth.

“…No…why doesn’t that work…”

Well, I didn’t feel the need to explain in detail.

He just shrugged and turned around.

* * *

At Levarsen’s initiative, we searched the room where this altar was located.

But unfortunately, there was nothing to salvage.

“They’re terribly meticulous. I can’t catch their tail.”

Even Lebarsen sighed as if he was frustrated.

I too was sympathetic.

I thought nothing would come out even if I brushed it off like this.

“Once you go up. There’s nothing more to gain here.”

“Yes. I will.”

We headed back to the gravekeeper’s house by following the same way we came.

By the way.

“for a moment.”

By the time we almost reached the exit.

I sensed a huge number of signs and stopped Levarsen.

She tilted her head.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s someone out there. Not a small number.”

“Outside? Could it be… is it the demon army?”

I wondered if that was the case too, so I tried to pay attention.

It didn’t seem like that.

There was no stench.

“It’s not the devil.”

“Then…what is it?”

Levarsen’s expression hardened as well as mine.

But there was no way to find out here.

In the end, you have to go out and face it yourself…

All we could do was plan ahead.

Because there was only one road.

“Look at the situation, and immediately split in two when attacked.”

“That’s fine. Let’s do it. When the attack starts, I’ll go ahead and get the attention.”

“Please.”

If it splits in two, the number of enemies pursuing it will be cut in half.

Levarsen would go first, so in reality she would have more pursuers.

Even so, I thought that if it was Lebarsen, he would get out of there well.

whoever she is

‘Because if the story goes all the way, he’ll be the strongest assassin.’

Her unique skill is to obscure her presence.

[Unique Skill: Disruption of Detection]

It was a unique skill of the thief class that confuses the opponent’s senses and makes it difficult to grasp their location.

In the original work, it was mainly used for assassination attacks, but it was a method of erasing its presence and raiding from behind to deliver a critical hit and start a battle.

It could be said that it was a skill appropriate for the class of a thief.

‘I’ve been through it once.’

In Rejeta’s dungeon.

‘It’s not an attack that directly threatens life, although there were things that the third eye didn’t react sensitively to. still……’

Even I, who have a third eye, missed it if I paid attention to something else.

So it was right to see that if you use it against normal people, you almost disappear in the dark.

Even if the opponent was quite sensitive, the effect was there.

Therefore, there was no need to worry even if Lebarsen took the lead and turned off the aggro first.

Rather, I am concerned.

‘Still, if I throw the spear and use my left arm to pierce the path somehow…’

Could it be?

make a commitment

We slowly made our way to the exit.

* * *

Outside, the sun had already completely disappeared, and the darkness had engulfed it.

that buck

I took my first step cautiously.

Right behind me, Levarsen was clinging to me.

It meant going out first.

I slowly looked at the situation.

Torches were shining outside the windows.

‘The number…is more than I thought?’

Besides that, I was able to get some simple information by looking at the torch.

As I first felt, it doesn’t seem like a devil.

However, there was no way beasts or monsters were holding torches.

‘A human…… is it?’

I slipped out of the hidden door and peeked outside.

It seemed that he hadn’t entered the room yet.

Following my signal, Levarsen also got out of there.

at that time.

A voice came from outside.

“Grave Keeper Montes, come out immediately and follow the order of the Dark Iron Knights!”

Dark Iron Knights?

Are their names the Dark Iron Knights?

Levarsen must have heard the sound, and reacted.

“The black iron guys? This is a headache…”

“Are they in the know?”

“Everyone knows. No way, don’t you know the Dark Iron Knights?”

“I do not know.”

I didn’t remember it at all.

St. Ballat, in the original story, was already in ruins.

There were no survivors.

So I listened to her explanation in silence.

“They say they got their name because they wear black armor. They’re more famous for having no mercy. They’re directly under Count Soleon. It looks like I’m here to catch you.”

“Then it has nothing to do with us? If you do a little research, you’ll know everything.”

“I’m worried because it’s not that simple. Those guys, if they can’t carry out their mission, they’ll do something they don’t want to do. Seeing that they don’t attack, I think they’re thinking of capturing the gravekeeper, but we killed them.”

making an innocent sin

“……That’s a bit troublesome.”

Levarsen nodded.

“Yeah. Almost… it won’t be useful unless a heretic inquisitor-level priest or a figure from the Seven Knights appears and tells us that we’re innocent.”

Well?

Do the words of the Heretic Questioner make sense?

Is it too easy then?

Lebarsen continued, fixing his shoes.

“Let’s go with the first plan. I’ll draw attention first, so everyone can run away on their own. No problem, right?”

After thinking for a moment, I shook my head.

“No. The first plan is scrapping.”

“……? Why suddenly again?”

“Break through the front.”

“The Dark Iron Knights, they’re not so formidable. And what’s the point of taking unnecessary casualties? Just escape…”

Before she could finish talking, I walked out toward the front door.

“I’m a bit acquainted with the Heretic Questioner.”

“…What?…What is your true identity…”

Before Levarsen’s words were finished.

Quaang!

The Dark Iron Knights attacked.

“Surrender! Throw away all your weapons, and get down on the ground!”

window! Chachachang!

There were so many blades that I couldn’t even count were aimed at me.

But I wasn’t nervous at all.

and shouted at them.

“I am Rohan, the Holy Inquisitor of the Church of Arlem. Withdraw the sword immediately!”

* * *

At my cry, the knights hesitated and panicked.

“Didn’t you say you were the Heretic Inquisitor?”

“I heard that too.”

“What, what?”

“Is this the first face you see?”

However, he did not immediately lower his weapon.

Well, it wasn’t that I didn’t understand.

A strange guy jumped out and said he was the Heretic Inquisitor, but how could he believe it right away?

Believers are even weirder.

Someone who heard my voice stepped forward again.

“You say you’re the Heretic Inquisitor?”

I turned my head in the direction of the voice.

But… this time, a face I knew appeared.

Overall, a priest with a sharp impression, with red hair pulled back.

“This is surprising. I am Zephron. I am the Heretic Inquisitor of Aldion, the capital of Baltras Kingdom.”

It was the appearance of the worst Heretic Inquisitor in history, who was an angel who had fallen by himself and had even brought Gauriel, who possessed the highest level of power in the heavenly world, to the brink of death.

He looked at me with bloody eyes.

“Are you… alone?”

Come to think of it, I couldn’t see Levarsen’s figure before I knew it.

He seemed to disappear right after he realized he didn’t have to fight.

‘It’s so fast.’

I nodded my head because it was too much trouble to explain about her.

“Alone.”

“I see. Do you have any proof?”

I took out the seal proving my qualifications as a Heretic Questioner from my bosom and showed it.

A little bit of a secret word feeling.

Zephron confirmed that and nodded.

“Siphoreo Archdiocese. For a while, there was no Heretic Inquisitor supported there… You are the one who took the position.”

Together.

Zephron’s eyes widened as he examined my seal closely.

It turned into an expression of disbelief.

“Ha, you’ve been ordained by Bishop Heint?…”

what?

He, who had not received much reaction from Siphoreo, must have been greatly embarrassed by the name of Bishop Heint.

By the way, do you know Bishop Heint?

I knew of Zephron’s existence, but I didn’t know that he had a connection with the Heint cult.

Anyway, since it’s true, I affirmed.

OK.

“There were many excuses. Sir!”

Surprisingly, the terrified Zephron’s demeanor suddenly changed to politeness.