A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“…” Bray did not answer.

"Well, I'll definitely come back to visit you when I have the chance."

Bray took a deep breath.

"Thank you!" Bray said again.

“My name is Bray, Brayclas.”

"My name is Larry Wind."

"My name is Uralswind."

“I’ve noted down the names.” Bremer repeated the two names several times.

"Then I'll take my leave; it wouldn't be good to bother you any longer."

After saying that, Bray pushed open the door and left.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! He's gone!!!"

"Laris! Laris!! Does he know the way?!"

"Grandpa!! Grandpa!! There are forests all around!!!"

"Laris! Lars!! Oh no!!!"

"He'll get lost like that!!!"

"Peng!!!!!!!!!"

Just as the grandfather and grandson screamed in terror, the door was pushed open again.

"Excuse me, I don't know how to get to Clinton?"

Bray awkwardly peeked out and asked the two men.

Bray, who was about to leave, suddenly realized that he didn't know the way.

If you just walk away like that, by the time you come to your senses, you'll probably be lost in the woods.

We were lucky enough to find our way out, but we almost starved to death in the forest.

"Blind, dead-fish-eyed big brother, head south!"

"Blind, dead-eyed young man, head south!"

“…” Bray almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Thank you..." After saying that, Bray shrank back, closed the door, and embarked on his journey.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! We've done so many good deeds again!!!"

"Laris! Laris!!!! We are good people!!!"

"What an amazing person!!!" The grandfather and grandson clasped their hands together and jumped up joyfully.

Clinton, though not nearly as prosperous as the capital, is still a developed town.

Bray, on the other hand, did quite well under Clinton during this period.

The left eye, which was originally bandaged, has now been fitted with a new eye patch.

My hair, which had grown too long from not being styled for a long time, was also tied up.

Although I'm just an F-rank adventurer, I can still earn a lot of money by working hard and doing more simple tasks.

Putting everything else aside, if we use it sparingly, there won't be any problem covering Lux's living expenses while she's studying in the capital.

As for how to use it sparingly?

"Boss, this broken little knife costs 10G? Are you kidding me?" Bray glanced down at the stall owner with his right eye, revealing a fierce look, and clutched a banknote in his hand.

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

G is the unit of currency for the Empire and the Federation. Generally speaking, 2G is enough for one person to order a dish at the tavern.

"Huh?" Seeing Bray's appearance, the boss was not afraid at all, but instead showed an even more ferocious look.

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

“I’m just kidding myself.” Bray turned his head away, took the knife, and handed over 10G.

The shopkeeper took the banknotes and curled his lip in disdain.

Bray left dejectedly.

This is a prime example of a failed attempt to save money in Bray; please be careful not to follow this example.

However, Bray soon returned.

"Hey kid, what are you up to now?"

"It's nothing, boss. Do you know if there's a cemetery outside Clinton's area?"

"Huh? There are no cemeteries outside Clinton, only a public cemetery on the outskirts of the city."

Upon hearing this answer, Bray was not overjoyed; instead, he sighed.

"Thanks, nothing else."

Bray had heard this answer many times before.

That cemetery had no caretakers at all, meaning that the burial place Barossa was looking for was not Clinton Cemetery.

Bray felt he was being quite pretentious by going to such lengths to find a grave.

Bray took out a coin and tossed it in the air.

"Go eat from the front, and keep looking from the back."

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

"Hey, adventurer!" someone suddenly patted Bray on the back.

Bray, who was planning to catch the coin, slipped and lost his hand when the coin was struck.

"My money!!!"

The coin rolled along and fell into the ditch by the roadside.

Bray glanced at the guy who had patted him with his lifeless right eye.

“Sorry…” The stranger chuckled awkwardly, looking at Bray’s deadpan expression.

"Um... what's wrong?" Bray was feeling down after tossing a coin, and his voice sounded weak.

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

"Hmm? Yes..." Bray's eyelids twitched. It seemed that he had been busy for a long time and finally found out the location of the cemetery?

“I probably know… another cemetery besides the public cemetery,” the stranger said softly.

"Where is it?" Bray was getting a little anxious, after all, he had been looking for it for almost a week or two.

"I'll take you there now." The stranger said and set off without giving Bray any time to think.

"..." Bray was a little suspicious, but in the end he followed the stranger.

The stranger led Bray all the way to the outskirts of the city, far, far away from Clinton.

The surrounding environment became somewhat gloomy, and the trees seemed to have a different style from those in the town.

That's fucking creepy.

Bray, who had been somewhat skeptical, suddenly realized that this guy might actually take him to a cemetery in the suburbs.

This place just doesn't seem right.

"Is the cemetery just ahead?" Bray asked.

"The cemetery? Ha, yes, it's your cemetery." The stranger suddenly chuckled sinisterly.

Bray's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh no!"

"Give me all your money. I've had my eye on you for a long time." The stranger pulled out a dagger and looked at me with ill intent.

This is a thief from Clinton City who specifically targets country bumpkins who have just arrived in the city.

I recently spotted a fat fish in Bray and started plotting to trap him.

"You've got your eye on me!?" Bray immediately thought of that gay bandit boss.

Are people having problems with their sexual orientation these days?

But thinking about how he himself is now indifferent to love, Bray suddenly understands why there are so many gay men.

Bray suddenly shivered and woke up with a start.

If you keep thinking like that, your own sexual orientation will also be questioned.

“That’s right, I’ve got my eye on you.” The thief, pretending to be a good guy, licked his lips and said.

"But I think you'd be better off finding a gay man."

"What the hell are you saying?!" the thief exclaimed in shock.

"I'm only after your money!!!"

"What?! This is even worse than lust after me!" Bray was also shocked, touching his purse and becoming wary.

"Didn't I tell you from the beginning that I wanted your money?! What kind of twisted thinking are you?!" The thief was furious; he couldn't stand that someone thought he was gay.

While the thief was distracted, Bray ran into the depths of the woods without looking back.

"Don't run!!!" The thief realized what was happening and sprinted after Bray.

The two ran, gradually venturing deeper into the forest.

The surrounding temperature also dropped.

The light that shines into the forest has also become scarce.

Suddenly, the thief stopped.

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

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

When Bray noticed that the thieves had stopped chasing him, he turned his head in confusion and saw the same thing.

"Although some people have said there's a haunted cemetery here..." The thief's legs went weak.

"But damn it, it really is haunted!!!" With that, the thief turned and ran back.

"A haunted cemetery? Is this really a cemetery?" Bray's focus completely shifted.

Bray remained calm as he looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

After all, he had seen demons, which were not even recorded in any books, so zombies, which were real monsters, were no problem for Bray.

There are often missions involving defeating the undead.

"He does look a bit scary," Bray said thoughtfully.

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

“If you find it scary, don’t keep staring at it.” A pleasant voice rang out beside Bray.

Bray stiffly turned his head to look.

It was a beautiful woman with purple hair, holding a lantern, standing next to Bray.

Although the skin was somewhat pale and had strange sutures.

However, her tall and beautiful figure is quite alluring.

"Um, are you the gravedigger?" Bray asked, sizing up the woman.

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

"Yes, it's the gravedigger." A gust of cold wind blew through the already chilly forest, making the surroundings even colder.

Bray finally turned his gaze away from the corpse lying on the ground.

“Miss Gravekeeper,” Bray called out.