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Infinite Mage Chapter 137: Ancient Ruins (2)

Chapter 137: Ancient Ruins (2)

“Are‌ those bastards laughing‌⁠‍ at us now?”​‌⁠

“Forget‌‌ it. Don’t turn‌ your head. They’re⁠‍ just drunk and‍ messing around.”

Tess‌​​ tapped Rian’s leg‍‌ to calm him‍ down. Although brawls⁠ among mercenaries in‌‍ a tavern were⁠‌ common, given their⁠‍ profession, they seldom⁠ ended well.

“They’re‌⁠ still not reacting.⁠⁠​ Surely they can‍⁠‍ hear us. They’re‌‌ laughing at you,‌​ idiots.”

“Look‌​ at that guy’s​​‌ sword. It’s ridiculously‌​ big, isn’t it?​ And the woman⁠⁠‍ next to him​‌‍ is no joke​‍‍ either, though I won’t say where.⁠‌​ Pff, haha!”

Rian⁠‍‌ clenched his fists.⁠​‌ He could tolerate‌‍‍ insults directed at‍ him, but mocking⁠ his friends was⁠‍ unforgivable.

Then,‍ Tess grabbed Rian’s​‍‍ wrist. Left to‍⁠ his own devices,‍⁠ he looked ready⁠‌ to flip the‌‍⁠ table at any‌ moment.

Shirone‌‍⁠ slurped his noodles,​ recalling what he⁠‍ had seen upon​⁠‌ entering.

When​ they had come⁠ in, there were⁠⁠​ four mercenaries at​‌⁠ the other table:‍ three men and‍ one woman. It‍​ seemed one of‍ them was an‌‍⁠ archer, and since​​ the woman didn’t‍⁠​ appear to have​​​ a weapon, she‍‍ was likely a mage.

‘An⁠ archer and a mage. That’s a solid group.’

The‍‌ mercenaries continued their‌ jeers unabated.

“That​ blonde is pretending‌⁠‌ to eat now?​‌ Just turn around⁠ once, will you?​⁠⁠ I’m ready to​​ throw a bottle.‌​ I’m in a really foul mood‌ today, looking to‌‌ see some blood.”‌

“Oh,‍‍⁠ stop it. Is‌ it fun to⁠​‌ pick on kids?”​​

Although⁠‍‍ the woman tried‍ to stop them,⁠​​ her heart wasn’t⁠‍​ in it. It‍‍‍ seemed she preferred‍ to enjoy the‍ situation this way⁠ rather than outright⁠‌ mocking.

“Hey,‍ kids. Don’t have​‍ the guts to‍⁠⁠ fight? Not ashamed‍‌‍ in front of‍‍ the girls, are‌​ you? Those guys‍‍⁠ must’ve been bragging‌‌ about how strong‌ they are.”

“Hello?‍⁠⁠ Can you hear‍​ me? If you⁠​ can, answer me,⁠‌⁠ or should I come over there‍‍ myself?”

Rian‍‍ couldn’t contain his⁠​ anger. He understood‍​ it was part‍⁠ of the strategy,​ but he didn’t⁠‌‍ want to endure‌‌​ such insults.

Yet,​ ultimately, Rian didn’t​⁠‍ move. His gaze​⁠ met Shirone’s, who⁠​⁠ looked at him​‌⁠ with a calm‍‌⁠ expression.

‘Shirone…’​‌​

Bound⁠ by a knight’s​​ oath, Shirone remained​ silent. If Rian​​​ couldn’t endure this​⁠‌ level of humiliation,‌‌⁠ it would only‌⁠ tarnish Shirone’s reputation‌ further.

‘Right,⁠ this too is⁠‌‍ a test. As‌⁠‍ a squire, I joined this trip.‌ It’s a good‌⁠ opportunity to test⁠‍ myself.’

Once⁠‍ he resolved himself,​​ it surprisingly became​​ bearable. Rian had⁠ another chance to⁠⁠ contemplate the futility​ of words.

After​ about ten minutes,⁠‌‍ the mercenaries prepared‍ to leave, believing⁠‍‍ they had achieved‌​⁠ a perfect victory.‍‍ To them, the⁠ timid boys made​⁠⁠ an excellent target⁠‌‌ for their amusement.‍‌⁠

“In‌​‌ all my life,​⁠‌ I’ve never seen​ such cowardly fools.”⁠

“Really,‌ you’re not even⁠‍​ a bit sympathetic?​ They must have​ been scared, being‌ so weak.”

“Hey!⁠‌‌ You guys are‍ lucky. You don’t‌‌ have to get‍​‌ hit. Live like‌⁠⁠ that forever. You’ll​ live long.”

After​‌ paying for their⁠ drinks, the mercenaries‌‌ left. Then, the⁠‍ tavern owner, who‌⁠​ had been pretending‌‌⁠ not to notice,‍‌ hurried over.

“Are⁠‍‍ you guys okay?‌‌‌ Damn those scoundrels.​​‍ Bullying innocent kids⁠‌⁠ with their foul‌‌ words.”

“Do​‌⁠ you know those‍​​ people?”

“They’ve​ been coming around‌⁠⁠ lately. They drink⁠ their fill and​‌‌ then harass those‍​ who don’t want⁠ to fight, like‍‌ you. I’d tell⁠ them not to​ come, but who​ knows what trouble‌‍ they’d cause. Anyway,​⁠ you did well‍ to endure. Sometimes,‌‌ enduring is winning.”⁠

Shirone’s⁠‌ eyes sparkled. If‌⁠‌ there wasn’t something​ in the ruins,​‌ a party with‌ a mage wouldn’t⁠ have come.

Tess‌⁠​ soothed Rian. Unlike‌​ Shirone, they didn’t⁠​ have the skill‌‌ to deceive even⁠‍ themselves. They had⁠‌ endured purely through‌​⁠ grit.

“Good​⁠ job, Rian. I was so nervous‌‍ you’d cause a scene.”

“It⁠ was risky. But​⁠ we’ll meet them⁠ again, right? That’s‌‍‍ why you endured.”‌

“Right.⁠​ Let’s get going.”⁠​

Shirone⁠​ stood up, saying.‍ After paying for‌ their drinks, they‍ left the tavern.‌⁠ The mercenaries were⁠​ heading toward the​‍ central temple.

Instead‌‌ of tailing them,‍⁠‍ Shirone and his⁠​‍ friends chose to​⁠​ observe from a high vantage point.​ Since an archer’s‌‍⁠ Schema build often​ includes sensory skills,​‍​ getting too close‍‌⁠ might risk detection.​

From​ the fourth floor​ of a temple‍​​ building, Shirone watched‍‍ the mercenaries. Surprisingly,⁠​​ they were a young party, none‌ over thirty.

The‌⁠ well-built swordsman seemed​⁠‌ to be the​⁠ leader. The sword‌ at his waist‍⁠ was so renowned​‌ that Tess could​ recall the craftsman’s​‍ name just by​ its design.

Beside​‍ him stood a man wielding a club, and behind⁠‌ them were a long-haired man and‍​ a woman in⁠​ robes.

“Two‌ warriors, one of‌⁠⁠ them a swordsman.‍​ One archer, one‍ mage. That sums​‍‍ it up. Even‍​‍ in a tourist​ spot, they maintain‍‍ formation. They’re an​​​ experienced party. Not⁠ tailing them was‌‍​ the right decision.”‍​​

The⁠‌⁠ mercenaries walked toward​‍ a stepped altar⁠ on the east‍ side of the​⁠⁠ central temple. Shirone⁠​⁠ remembered the place.‍‌‌ It was odd‌ because it was‍ guarded by a native, which had​ struck him as​⁠ peculiar.

The‍‌​ mercenaries approached the‌ native, with the⁠​ archer gesturing and‍ speaking, likely in‌‌ the Kergos language.⁠​

The​ native looked around⁠ brusquely, clearly conscious‌‌ of the onlookers.​‌‍ Realizing the timing​⁠​ was right, Shirone’s​ group descended the‍‌ stairs.

As​ the native operated​‌‌ a mechanism, a rectangular fissure formed‍⁠​ on the altar,​‌ sliding inwards. A thick stone door⁠ moved aside, revealing‌‌‍ a dark entrance.‍​

“Wait!‌‍ We want to‌ go in too!”​‌‍

The‍‌⁠ mercenaries turned back⁠‌ with stiff expressions,‌​ which quickly turned‌ to annoyance. The‍‍​ same kids they‌⁠⁠ had tormented in‍ the tavern were‌‍⁠ approaching.

“What?⁠‍​ When did you‍‍​ follow us?”

“Sir,‌‍‌ can we come‌​‌ in with you?”​

“Get⁠ lost! This is‍​‌ a place we‌ found! Do you⁠​ even know what‌‍ this is?”

“Please,⁠‌⁠ just…”

As​​ Shirone pleaded again,‍​‌ the leader drew‍​⁠ his sword. The⁠‍​ speed wasn’t particularly‌⁠​ fast, but it⁠⁠​ was so natural‍⁠ after countless repetitions.‌‌

“Do‍ you want to⁠ die? Do you⁠‌ think we’re easy?​‌⁠ If you don’t‍⁠ leave, I’ll cut​​ all your throats‌ right here.”

Shirone​ didn’t back down⁠​‍ this time. Unlike​ in the tavern,‍‌​ where he couldn’t​⁠ even turn his⁠ head, now he​ looked straight into⁠⁠‌ their eyes. The‍​ contrast only irritated‍⁠‌ the leader further.​‍

“You‍‌ little…!”

The⁠‌​ native guarding the​‍ altar spoke up.⁠

“Are‌ they with you?”⁠

The​‍‍ leader sheathed his​ sword and looked⁠​‌ at the archer,​​ the only one‍ who could translate.‌​

“What’s​‌ he saying?”

“He’s‍ asking if you’re‍ together.”

“Hmph!⁠‍ Together? Wait here‌‍ while we deal‍⁠⁠ with this.”

As‍​ the archer relayed⁠ the leader’s words,‍ the native’s eyes‍‌ widened with anger.‌‌​ It was as⁠‍ if he had‌⁠​ been insulted. He⁠​ spoke authoritatively.

“Warriors⁠⁠ do not fight⁠​⁠ just anywhere. Those​‌ who stain this​ sacred altar with⁠​⁠ blood will never​⁠⁠ enter.”

The⁠ archer, licking their​​ lips, translated.

“Maybe​‍ we should stop.⁠⁠ He says we‌ won’t be allowed⁠​ in if we​⁠ fight here.”

“Damn!‌‌ Lucky brats, saving⁠ your necks twice.”​‌

The⁠ leader, no longer‌⁠⁠ interested in dealing‍ with them, sheathed‌ his sword and‌‍​ entered the altar.​​‍ The rest of​ his party followed‌ him into the⁠‍⁠ dark passage.

Shirone’s​⁠ group hesitated for⁠ a moment. If‌‌ they had entered​‍⁠ together, there wouldn’t⁠ have been any⁠⁠‍ issues, but given⁠‌ the current situation,​‌ the piercing gaze‌⁠‍ of the native⁠ was unsettling.

“If⁠⁠‌ you wish to‌⁠​ undergo the trial,‍ then enter. The⁠​‌ Eye of the‍​‍ Angel will watch⁠​⁠ over you.”

“What‍‌ did he say?”‌

“I’m⁠‍ not sure. Maybe⁠⁠‍ he’s telling us‍​ to enjoy ourselves​ since we’ve come⁠ all this way?‍‌‌ If he wanted‍​‌ to kick us‌⁠‍ out, he would‍ have closed the‌ door by now.”‍‌⁠

Cautiously,‍‍‌ Shirone moved forward.​‍ The native didn’t​⁠ react, so the‍​ four of them,‌⁠ now confident, entered‍​ the dark doorway.‌⁠

In​⁠⁠ an instant, all​ eight of them⁠​ had disappeared, unbeknownst‌‍‌ to the other​‌‍ tourists.

***​‌⁠

Upon‌ entering the altar,‌‌‍ Shirone first assessed⁠ the structure. Contrary‌⁠ to the exterior‍‍ appearance, the interior​ was not dark,​‌‌ thanks to lit⁠ torches.

A square hole led‌ down into the​ ground, with stairs⁠⁠ spiraling down along​‍ the inner wall‍‍ in a right-angle‌​⁠ spiral.

Looking​‌‌ down, they could⁠ already see the⁠‍ mercenary party, having⁠⁠‌ descended two full‍‍‍ spirals.

Shirone⁠ quickened his pace.‍ There might be‌ a second gate,‌⁠‌ and it wouldn’t⁠ be wise to⁠‌​ distance themselves from⁠⁠ the mercenaries.

Eventually,‍‌‌ all eight of⁠‌ them formed a group and descended‍‍ the staircase.

The​ leader was annoyed⁠​ at the freeloaders​‌‍ who had hitched‍‌ a ride on​‍‌ the information he‍‌ had paid a hefty sum for.‌‍​

However,‍‌‌ achieving their goal‍ in this place‍‌ was the priority,​‍‌ so any thoughts‍ of confrontation were‍ put aside for‍‌​ now.

The‍⁠‌ archer, who was‌ bringing up the‍ rear of the‍ mercenary party, asked​‌ Shirone, who was⁠⁠ following them, “Are‍‍​ you guys out‌⁠ of your minds?​ Why are young⁠​‍ kids like you‌‍‍ wandering around here?”​

“Why‍‌ are you here‍​‌ then?”

“What,⁠​ did you come‍​ here without knowing⁠⁠ anything?”

“Yeah,​ we don’t know.”⁠‍

The‌‌​ archer was baffled​​⁠ by Shirone’s response.‍‌⁠ Perhaps it was‌ possible. The existence​ of a hidden​‌​ door in the‌‌‌ ruins was a well-known secret.

There‌‌ was something beneath‌​⁠ the ruins, but⁠⁠ what it was​⁠‍ remained unknown. This⁠ was the limit‍​ of what ordinary​ people interested in⁠‍ the ruins could‍​​ speculate.

“Since⁠⁠⁠ we’re here, can’t‍ you tell us?‍ Why have you‍​​ come to this‍ place?”

The‍ archer pondered. He⁠ had scoured the‍ information market to‌ find the hidden​‍ door, even paying‌ a hefty 20​ gold for a high-grade cipher.

But​‌​ now that they⁠​ had passed through‍ the door, the⁠​‌ information had essentially⁠⁠ lost its value.​​​

Considering‍‍‍ this, the archer,​ with a gleam⁠ in his eye,‌ proposed, “How about‌ this? Since you’ve‍ come through the‍ door, you must‌‌ have cracked a high-security cipher. That’s⁠​ worth at least‍‍‍ 100 gold in‍ monetary terms. So,‌‌ I’ll sell you​‍‍ information. Five gold‍⁠​ per question. What‌ do you say?”‌

“That’s​​‍ okay. We’ll find⁠ out when we​ go down anyway.”​⁠

Shirone’s‍‌ dismissive reply frustrated‍‌ the archer, feeling⁠​ mocked by a child.

‘This‍‍ insolent brat…’

At‍​‍ that moment, the‌‌ leader halted. As‌​ he stopped, those⁠‍ following behind gradually​‌ slowed down as‌ well.

“Actually,‍ thinking about it,‍ that might be‌⁠ a good idea.‌ Do you have⁠ any idea how⁠⁠ much trouble we‌‌‌ went through to⁠ find this place?​​ We can’t just⁠⁠‌ let you take⁠‌ advantage of that.‌ If you want‌‌ to go down,⁠​‍ you’ll have to‌ pay us.”

Shirone‌⁠‍ glanced at Amy,​‌ who shrugged, indicating⁠ agreement with whatever‍‌ decision he made.​‍‌

“Then‍⁠⁠ we won’t go‌​‍ down. We’ll stay‌‌‍ here, so you​ go ahead and‍‌ do your business.”⁠‌

“This​​‌ damn…!”

The​​​ leader couldn’t help​⁠​ but flare up.‌⁠‍

He⁠‌⁠ should have realized‍‌​ back in the⁠ tavern when they‌‍‌ couldn’t even turn‌‍ their heads. These​ spineless fools were‌‌​ all talk.

“But⁠ if it’s one‌ gold per question,​ we might consider‌ it.”

“One​ gold?”

The‍​⁠ leader quickly thought‍‍‌ it over. They​‌‌ couldn’t get their​ investment back from⁠‍ them anyway. So,⁠​‌ taking whatever gold​⁠ they could was​ beneficial.

“Fine,‌⁠ one gold per‌‍ question. Pay up⁠⁠ first.”

Shirone⁠​ rummaged through his‌‌‌ coin purse and⁠​‌ pulled out a gold coin. Although⁠​ they could have‍⁠ investigated separately from‍ the mercenaries, his‍‌⁠ friends respected Shirone’s⁠‌‍ judgment.

Shirone‍ believed there was‍‍‍ value in this‌​ situation for one‌​ gold. They knew‌‌⁠ nothing about what‌‍ lay below. If‍ one gold could​‌‌ prepare them in⁠‌ advance, it was​​ no loss.

For​ instance, if the‌ mercenaries knew of‌⁠ dangers only they⁠⁠​ were aware of,​ they could be‌ led into a trap without any​‍‌ chance of escape.​‍ But with some‍‌ explanation, they could⁠​ roughly estimate the‍ risks and difficulty⁠‍ of exploring the​ underground.

“Why‍ have you come⁠⁠ here?”

To‌⁠ avoid broad questions⁠‍⁠ that could lead​‌⁠ to fabricated answers,⁠​‌ Shirone targeted the‍‌⁠ core issue.

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