Dungeon Hunter (던전사냥꾼)

Chapter 41: Blowing Wind

Torium was busy procuring materials to change my appearance.

"From now on, you require a little disguise. If you are noticed then things will become complicated..."

All the prepared materials were like a make-up kit.

Torium sat down with a branch and said.

"Isn't this also a talent?"

"I thought you only told stories. You can dress up clowns on the side."

He had his own versatility. Jeff only knew how to use a sword, so the difference between them was like comparing heaven and earth.

'A disguise.'

It wasn't bad.

I still hadn't regained my original power so there was no need to complicate things. It was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

I was outside the system and there was no guarantee that our relationship would be the same if I met Maxium again. Based on Torium and Jeff's reaction, just knowing Maxium was a risk. I couldn't even call out his name.

'I need some time to gauge the situation.'

I didn't know that much about this world.

It was a fake world made by the Hell Monarch. That was all I knew.

It was impossible to deduce from just listening to a few of Torium's stories. The smartest choice was to confirm things with my own eyes and develop a plan.

"Can you hide the sound of my heartbeat?"

The disguise couldn't hide sound. It would be strange if sounds only a living person would make came from me.

Then Torium shook his head.

"Don't worry. I can solve this problem."

"You seem confident."

Torium pulled out a small bottle from the pocket of his pants. The bottle was filled with red blood.

"This is the blood of a thunderbird. Applying the blood will conceal the sound."

"It is like a soundproof wall."

"Soundproof wall...?"

"There is such a thing."

I knew about it. It was something that humans commonly used.

"Hmm hmm. Tell me later what a soundproof wall is. It is something I can't overlook as a storyteller. At any rate, sprinkling some of this blood will hide sound coming from your body."

"What about breathing?"

"That isn't a problem. We sometimes breathe. It is a habit from when we were still alive."

Torium stared at my face before opening up his disguise tools.

"Then let's get started."

He held a brush and started painting my body.

'It is separate from swordsmanship.'

It felt like I was watching a sophisticated sword technique.

The work took quite a long time.

It was approximately an hour.

It was over when Torium reached my forehead.

"It is done. It will be hard to tell unless someone has really keen eyes. However, it will be a hassle to maintain and you need to refresh it once a week..."