I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 66: Hell Where Good And Capable People Go

Scop, the warrior in charge of the party's vanguard, was feeling aggrieved by the current situation.

He was just gambling in a tavern after finishing a job when the fallen hero approached him with an offer.

He thought it was a lucky break, demanding equal pay because it seemed hard to form a party, and she even agreed to it...

"Talk about bad luck... Why does this have to happen when I'm in the dungeon...?!"

"No answer, I see."

In this situation, even the thoughtless mage who had bolted out had turned into a lifeless undead. The very being who killed her began to stagger towards him, surrounded by other undead.

Since there was no escaping from here anyway, it seemed like he had resigned himself to being boiled alive at their will.

"Silence is consent, they say. Then, may I take it as your application for enrollment?"

"Please, save me!!"

Scop finally screamed and knelt down on the spot.

As a vanguard known for enduring the enemy's attacks with his body, he was supposed to have strong courage, but the presence before him was powerful enough to crush even such steadfast valor.

Everything it touched quickly lost its vitality, and the magic it spread forced dried-up bodies to rise, making it impossible to find freedom even in death.

"Haha, begging for mercy, how amusing. Saying that makes it sound like I was planning to kill you, doesn't it?"

Gorgon, the Knight of Famine, laughed mockingly, finding even the fear he induced to be amusing, and soon stooped his gaunt body to meet Scop's eyes, beginning to taunt quietly.

"I simply need an assistant, so there's no need for fear. Or do you have a reason you can't accept my offer?"

"Th-that, well, it's like..."

"Speak up. As someone who wanders the world seeking knowledge, I have time to listen to those I've taken an interest in."

Gorgon offered.

Encouraged by his words, Scop, with sweat-drenched lips, began to raise a hopeful smile.

'Could it be a chance to live...?'

The atmosphere seemed somewhat friendly.

At the very least, if he could appease him, there seemed to be a mercy in not killing him right away.

"Well, the thing is, I have a sick mother at home..."

"Hmm, I see. You have a sick mother at home, you say?"

"Yes, yes. I must take care of her. The reward from this mission is supposed to go towards her medicine..."

It was a lie.

In reality, there was nothing for him to protect, as he, an adventurer, would invest his earnings in gambling.

"Well, I must say, you're quite the commendable young man than I thought."

But the other party didn't know the truth behind his words, hoping this lie would move him enough to let him live.

With that hope, Scop felt the Knight of Famine's hand swiftly moving towards his neck.

"I can't just let a kind-hearted young man like you go! Since you've been so good, I'll graciously take you to my graduate school!"

"What? Me?! Wait a minute...! Aaaargh!"