Chapter 99
Simpanchang
Are they confident in their skills?
Or are they just trusting in their meager numbers?
The Chinese men approached me quite confidently.
“Hmm.”
Well, it’s good that they’re coming closer.
But.
“This smells terrible?”
I instinctively covered my nose and muttered.
“Wow, the stench of blood… This smells worse than the poisonous mushrooms I just ate…”
I wasn’t talking about the unique smell of Chinese people.
This was.
This was the smell of someone who had killed at least a few people within the past week.
‘Murderers.’
I instinctively raised my guard in my mind.
At the same time, I felt a strange emotion.
Am I becoming more of a veteran now?
To be able to tell whether someone is a murderer just by smelling them.
I felt a bit bitter.
“Hey.”
When I spoke directly without hesitation.
One of them called out to me with an intrigued expression.
“You seem to have a good nose for smells, like a dog. But your ability to assess the situation seems to be zero?”
“Assess the situation?”
“You smelled the blood, right? Didn’t you imagine that the blood would become your blood?”
Ptooey!
The man spat on the ground and chuckled.
“Well, it’s fine. A Necromancer might be confident in their skills, I guess. Right.”
“…”
“But, mister. Have you ever thought about this?”
“Thought about what?”
“The reason why we could appear in front of you, even though we knew you were a Necromancer and that you could eat dozens of poisonous mushrooms and still be fine.”
