“Just kidding. Didn’t have to believe it.”
Weed then, continued on for a while.
From things such as it’s usually female vampires that are seductress, but if a male vampires sent you a pass, don’t go for it; to when you’re tired, take a rest. Having low stamina mean you’ll be exhausted quickly. So don’t overdo things, to avoid chronic fatigue and a cold, it’ll take...
Mapan’s face was stricken.
“Weed-nim's sensibility is going downhill with each spoken word.”
Pale too, agreed.
“To be quietly listening to this, Yurin-nim is amazing.”
Zephyr seemed to identify the reason as to why.
“I can relate to the relationship between a younger sister and the older brother. When she goes out wearing a mini skirt, as a brother I can’t seem to word out the problem at hand.”
After that duration of nagging, Weed turned his sights toward the battlefield.
“The situation there is more urgent so lets be brief.”
"Yes, brother.”
“Plenty of time later.”
“Tell me more later since there are a lot of unfinished subjects.”
“Of course!”
The people around them were horrified.
Weed moved toward the widely flung gates of the fanatics’ village.
“The vampires misled you fools.”
“Repent. Repent!”
“Here is where we sent them to hell to repent for their sins! And we were given the task by God!”
“First squad, Paladins, GO!”
The fanatics.
The Shadow Paladins and Shadow Priests were poised to attack.
The expectation of a boring siege as the village lying in wait to be attacked was off by a mile, as these human NPCs were rather aggressive.
“The path you tread is not abiding to the will of God!”
The rumbling speed of the Geomchis lowered significantly. Their heavy footsteps were constantly being constraint as they headed toward the headwind blowing against them.
The Shadow Priests continued casting their magic.
“You whom were deluded by evil, you reprobate beings! The stench emitting from you now will make you sick!”
Geomchis bodies began to turn green. An unpleasant smell entered their nostrils as they breathe in the plague.
Usually this would have been a troubling development! Most would have lost the will to fight, holding their breath and run away at the opportunity.
But an unfortunate blessing, the Geomchis aren’t normal humans.
Geomchi3 grinned.
“Just this much!? This is barely comparable to not having my feet wash for 10 days!”
Geomchi4 too, flashed a sinister smile as he recall one moment of his past.
“I was on an excursion in the rainforest for 2 years, and then returned to Korea. Everybody ran away from the bathroom when I started using it. Hehe!”
“There’s never a stench that can raise a hair on my skin!”
He went on a hellish training to discipline himself against any sort of odor.
Geomchi aimlessly let out a chuckle.
It was a lifetime ago. In his childhood, at the time when he was learning the arts of the sword; his house was poor, and there was nothing to eat. Sometimes in the middle of his training, he’d find food and eat at the bathroom on his way back.
This was one of his comfort zone!
At the time, it was called a dwitgan (a hole in the ground where u sits to poop. Google.) The ‘facility’ didn’t have water. It was an old and outdated hut, where you’d have to scoop out the wastes, unlike modern conventional toilet!
The foods in the dwitgan were delicious.
“Squatting there eating instant noodles was the best.”
Each and every one Geomchis’ past was so tragic!
Though their bodies were riddled with the plague that was weakening their joints, they continued to advance.
“Warrior’s Assault!”
“Endless Sword!”