I Became a 6★ Gacha Character-Chapter 515: Pickup Fight 5

Mills had wandered outside the village, saying he had things to do.

While Jacob chatted with the chief and the wide-eyed shepherd hurriedly cleared out his house after receiving silver coins, the camera caught Mills examining the village's rickety wooden fence and nearby paths. True to his role as a scout, he crouched low, carefully studying grass blades and pebbles.

To ignorant villagers, his natural movements and ordinary appearance might make them wonder if he was just a merchant's worker who'd dropped something along the way. His clean clothes and skin were too neat for a rural villager - at best he might be a merchant boss out personally, at worst a merchant's manager doing cleanup.

But where Mills' fingers moved, nearly invisible deadly traps were being set, despite his unassuming appearance.

"Something's glinting there - is that the silver wire?"

-Talk about professional habits, turning the village surroundings into a minefield of booby traps lol

-Step out at night without knowing and your feet get sliced clean off? Terrifying...

-Watch some couple try sneaking out for a midnight rendezvous and get their feet chopped off

-With his mana level couldn't he just use regular wire instead of silver? Seems like overkill

-At this point they should change his title from 'Binding Avenger' to 'Paranoid Hunter' lol

He set traps everywhere - by the weakest section of fence that looked ready to collapse if an orc charged it, beneath grass trampled by animals, near scattered pebbles kicked aside from the path.

Not satisfied with just silver wire to slice unwary animals' ankles, he pulled darker iron wire from his waist pouch to add snares before returning to the village. If this wasn't open plains, he probably would have aimed for necks instead of ankles.

"Hey, Chief."

"Ah, yes! If you're asking about the lodgings..."

"I set traps in the grass around the village. Keep people from leaving the paths or they'll die."

"Huh?! W-what did you say?"

After giving his house to our female party members, the chief had been lingering outside when Mills approached to mutter warnings or threats. The chief jumped in shock and ran to spread word to the villagers while Mills calmly entered the shepherd's house where Jacob and I were staying.

Seemingly uninterested in friendly chat between men, Mills silently claimed his spot and lay down. The "spot" was just straw roughly woven together with thick cloth on top, but like a proper retired mercenary, he made himself at home naturally.

I was already settled in my spot browsing the internet, while Mills appeared to pass out as soon as he lay down. Probably a mercenary habit he couldn't shake even after becoming superhuman - sleeping whenever possible to restore energy.

This left the talkative and energetic Jacob alone, squirming to make conversation until the rustling straw made him give up and close his eyes too.

"We teleported to the east through the Magic Tower, then a day by carriage... still quite far to go, right?"

"Don't worry too much. The village isn't that far from here. I remember merchant caravans from the eastern city visited frequently, so it must be close."

"Really?"

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While silence filled the men's lodging, chatter flowed endlessly from the women's quarters. Unlike the shepherd couple's spacious but bare house, the chief's home was cozy like something from a fairy tale.

It had a bearskin carpet on the floor, a well-maintained fireplace, two rocking chairs where Grace and Irene sat - probably used by the chief and his wife - and even a proper bed frame, though cheap. Compared to our medieval lodgings, theirs felt more like a medieval-themed cottage.

You know how romance fantasy and other female-oriented works show medieval dresses and balls, but those are actually modern images rather than true medieval? Real medieval times had people wearing sacks and keeping livestock in their shabby houses, far from clean with lice and dandruff everywhere.

So ours was real medieval, theirs was fake medieval.

"But what's with that box? I keep sensing some strange energy from it."

"Ah - you can feel it?"

After carefully observing Mills' thorough work, Han Se-ah's camera turned to Katie and Elize discussing the armor box. Being a witch's apprentice, Elize must have sensed the ghost dwelling in the armor.

The ghost's presence was both subtle and intense - speaking directly when approached within 30cm. For something that just repeated the same words, its energy felt remarkably clear.

Besides, would a daughter-obsessed father just send ghost-possessed armor? Arthur Wesley probably only saw an elegant suit of armor when he checked it. So the box was meant to keep the armor pristine, not contain the ghost's energy.

"It seems to be an ancestor who died without keeping their promise. That's why they keep asking for the promise to be kept, but we have no way to know what promise."

"What? An ancestor? Then this isn't magic but more like sorcery...?"

Katie's casual explanation made everyone jump in surprise.

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