Chapter 9 I Was Robbed

Clinton Town, although far from as prosperous as the Imperial Capital, was still a developed town.

And Bray, he had been doing quite well in Clinton during this time.

The left eye, which had originally been covered by bandages, had been replaced with an eyepatch.

His hair, which had grown too long from a lack of grooming, was also tied up.

Although he was a mere F-rank Adventurer, by being diligent and taking on more simple quests, he could actually earn a decent amount of money.

Putting other things aside, if he was frugal, at least covering Lux's living expenses for her studies in the Imperial Capital was not a problem.

As for how to be frugal?

"Boss, this broken little knife actually costs 10G? Are you trying to fool me?" Bray looked down at the stall owner with his right eye, putting on a fierce expression, a paper bill clutched in his hand.

The Empire and the Federation not only used silver currency, but also paper currency.

And G was the monetary unit for the Empire and the Federation.

Generally speaking, 2G was enough for one person to order a dish at a tavern.

"Huh?" Seeing Bray's appearance, not only was the boss not afraid, he instead revealed an even more ferocious look.

"Kid, who are you trying to scare!?" The stall owner stood up, a head taller than Bray.

"I'm trying to scare myself."

Bray turned his head away, took the small knife, and handed over 10G.

The boss took the bill and curled his lip in disdain.

Bray left, dejected.

This was an example of Bray's failure to save money, everyone please take note not to follow it.

But Bray quickly turned back.

"Kid, what do you want now?"

"Nothing, boss, do you know of any cemeteries in the outskirts of Clinton?"

"Huh? There are no cemeteries in the outskirts of Clinton, only a public cemetery at the edge of town."

Hearing this answer, not only was Bray not overjoyed, he sighed instead.

"Thanks, that's all."

This answer, Bray had already heard it many times.

And that public cemetery had no grave keeper at all, which meant the cemetery Barossa wanted him to find was not the Clinton public cemetery.

Putting so much effort into finding a grave, Bray felt he was being quite pretentious.

Bray took out a coin and tossed it up.

"Heads, I'll go eat. Tails, I'll keep looking."

The coin spun in mid-air, reflecting the sunlight.

"Hey, you there, Adventurer!" Someone suddenly clapped Bray on the back.

Bray, who was about to catch the coin, was clapped, and his hand slipped.

"My money!!!!"

The coin rolled all the way and fell into a gutter by the roadside.

Bray sized up the guy who had clapped him with his listless right eye.

"Sorry…." Looking at Bray's dead-fish eye, the stranger gave an embarrassed smile.

"Mm… is there something you need?"

Having lost a coin, Bray was in a very foul mood, and his voice was a bit listless.

"Oh oh, I've heard you've been looking for a cemetery in the suburbs for a long time."

"Hmm? Yes…" Bray's eyelid twitched.

It seemed that after being busy for so long, he had finally found the whereabouts of that cemetery?

"I might possibly know… of another cemetery besides the public one." The stranger's voice was very low.

"Where?" Bray was a little anxious, after all, he had been searching for almost one or two weeks.

"I'll take you there now."

The stranger started moving as soon as he finished speaking, giving Bray no time to think.

"…" Bray was a bit suspicious, but in the end, he still followed the stranger.

The stranger led Bray all the way to the outskirts, a place very, very far from Clinton Town.

The surrounding environment became a bit gloomy, and the style of the trees felt somewhat different from those in town.

It was so damn creepy.

Bray, who had been a bit suspicious, suddenly felt that this guy might really be taking him to a cemetery in the outskirts.

A place like this, no matter how you looked at it, seemed a bit off.

"Is the cemetery just ahead?"

Bray asked.

"Cemetery? Ha, yes, it's your cemetery."

The stranger suddenly gave a sinister laugh.

Bray's heart skipped a beat.

——"I'm screwed."

"Hand over all your money. I've had my eye on you for a long time."

The stranger pulled out a dagger, looking at me with ill intent.

This was a thief from Clinton City who specialized in preying on country bumpkins who had just entered the city.

Having recently spotted Bray, this fat fish, he had devised a plan to trap him.

"You've had your eye on me!?"

Bray's first thought was of that gay bandit lord.

These days, is everyone's sexual orientation messed up?

But thinking about how he himself was indifferent to love now, Bray suddenly felt he could somewhat understand why there were so many gay people.

Bray suddenly shivered, startling himself awake.

If he kept thinking like this, his own sexual orientation would get messed up too.

"That's right, I've had my eye on you." The thief disguised as a good person licked his lips and said.

"But, I think it would be better for you to find a gay man."

"What the fuck are you talking about!!!!" The thief was shocked.

"I've had my eye on your fucking money!!!!"

"What!!!! That's even more outrageous than having your eye on my body!" Bray was also shocked, clutching his money pouch and becoming vigilant.

"Didn't I fucking say I wanted your money from the start!! What crooked thoughts were you thinking!!!" The thief was furious.

To think that he was considered gay was simply unbearable.

And Bray, while the thief was stunned, ran into the depths of the forest without looking back.

"Don't run!!!!" After the thief came to his senses, he sprinted and chased after Bray.

The two of them ran, gradually going deeper into the forest.

The surrounding temperature also dropped.

The light filtering into the forest also became scarce.

Suddenly, the thief stopped.

Because the thief saw a half-corpse crawling on the ground.

Goosebumps rose all over his body, and the thief's back was drenched in cold sweat.

Bray noticed the thief was no longer chasing him, turned his head in confusion, and saw the same thing.

"Although someone said there's a haunted cemetery here…" The thief's legs felt a bit weak.

"But holy shit it's actually haunted!!!!" After saying that, the thief turned and ran back.

"A haunted cemetery, so this is a real cemetery?" Bray's focus was completely skewed.

Looking at the corpse crawling on the ground, Bray was quite calm.

After all, he had even seen something unrecorded like a demon, so a real existing monster like a zombie posed no pressure for Bray.

Subjugation quests often involved subjugating the undead.

"It does look a bit scary." Bray was lost in thought.

Bray just stood there staring at the crawling corpse for a long time.

"If you think it's scary, then don't keep staring."

A pleasant voice sounded beside Bray.

Bray stiffly turned his head to look.

It was a beautiful woman with a head of purple hair, holding a lamp, standing next to Bray.

Although her skin was a bit deathly pale, and had strange suture lines.

But her figure was tall and well-proportioned, quite thought-provoking.

"Um, are you the grave keeper?" Bray sized up the woman and spoke.

The woman was clearly stunned for a moment, then looked at Bray with interest.

"Yes, I am the grave keeper."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.