The gate on the west side of Giethoorn is covered with a thick layer of iron wrapped in hard, corrosion-resistant elm, painted black and sealed tightly with copper-plated iron bars in an 'X' shape. However, both the lacquer and the copper plating have faded extensively, making the door mottled with rust like a patient with a skin disease.

The doors were ajar, half of them backed by square logs, while the other half leaned against the nearby wall, as if they had been struck open by brute force.

This gate is commonly referred to as the main gate, as it faces Shamrock Castle, the former royal capital of the Kingdom of Tomiri.

As Barrett approached the door with the little ghost, a large rusty iron hook suddenly flew out of the darkness outside the door.

The iron hook was stained with dark red to black blood, and it struck Barrett like a sudden burst of poisonous snakes, but it narrowly grazed his body, and accurately hooked one of the ghouls behind him.

Immediately afterward, the long chain behind the hook straightened again, and the hook snapped back, taking the wailing hapless ghoul back into the darkness of the gate.

"Damn!" Barrett, who was on the hook's return route, pounced in embarrassment, avoiding the risk of being dragged by the ghoul who flew by.

"Ah, you're alright, big uncle. The little ghost floated to his side and asked with concern.

"Ahem, I can't die for the time being. Barrett coughed as she struggled to her feet from the ground.

The wounds on his body were caused by the rune weapon that he had been knocked out by the rune weapon during the previous battle. Although the frost blow from Viscount Fried's anger didn't really cut through his body, some of the frozen damage carried by the sword still hurt the internal organs of his body, especially his lungs, through the weak magic resistance of the leather armor.

"Oh, that's good, that's good, that's good, hee-hee. The little ghost smiled heartlessly, causing Barrett to glare at her involuntarily, but the little ghost didn't care about it.

Barrett didn't know whether the little guy in front of him wanted to die here and stay with her, or whether he hoped that he could live and leave with her.

Maybe even the little guy can't tell the difference between this problem......

Barrett got up from the ground, patted the dust off his leather armor, and looked back at the ghouls behind him. The hungry hyenas had no intention of pounce at this time, and they stopped in place, looking a little flustered.

The next moment, Barrett saw their flustered expressions expand again.

The whistling sound of breaking the sky came again, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the retracted iron hook flying in from outside the gate again.

The Iron Hook once again accurately struck an unfortunate ghoul, and then retreated back with it into the darkness beyond the gate.

Immediately afterward, the hook struck again at a short interval, and then flew back with a third ghoul without fail. The remaining ghouls let out a cry of fear, fleeing like hyenas attacked by lions, disappearing around the corners of the buildings.

Barrett already knew who the attacker was in the darkness, and he shook his head and walked towards the gate with a curious little ghost on his face.

As he dodged out of the half-open gate, he saw the ghoul dancing and struggling with the hook in one hand and the other gritting, like a fisherman who had caught a fish, and carefully unloaded the ghoul from the hook with his big fat hand.

And on the ground at its feet, there were two other motionless ghouls with crooked heads.

When Grdo the Abomination saw Barrit come out of the gate, he smiled at him rather innocently, "Hey, Barbarit, good-hearted man, every time you come, you will bring Gerdo a lot of good food, and seriously, Gerdo likes you." ”

"That's nothing, ahem, if you like it. Barrett quipped, "I was going to bring you a bigger, frosty one, but unfortunately it 'slipped away.'" ”

"Oh, it's okay, Gerdo doesn't like things that are too cold, and that makes Gerdor's stomach always make a strange 'gurgling' sound. "Hate speaks, but what is at hand does not stop.

After carefully removing the ghoul from the hook, Gerdo threw it to the ground. It then grabs the struggling body of its prey with one hand and the head with the other, allowing it to bite and scratch desperately.

Then Gerdor's hand began to twist the ghoul's head slowly, half in circles, and in circles, and in half circles, until the ghoul shook and pulled like a puppet with a broken string, and made no sound.

"Ah, it's ugly, it's scary!" the little ghost ducked behind Barrett and cautiously poked his head out of his shoulder, a scared and curious expression on his face.

"Who is saying bad things about Gerdo behind his back!" Abomination turned his head to look over Barrett's shoulder, "Gerdo is not ugly!

It yelled angrily at the little ghost, "Rude little one, if it weren't for the fact that you were just a disembodied ghost with no carrion on you, or Gerdo would have eaten you, and there was nothing left!" It clutched at the motionless ghoul like a chicken, and kept dangling.

"I'm not afraid of you!" the little ghost jumped out from behind Barritt, his hands clasped in the air and his teeth bared like an enraged cat, "If you dare to eat Eve, the big uncle will kill you with a sword!"

"No one can kill Gerdor!" roared Abomination, "Because, Gerdo is the god of war of John the Emperor!"

"Shhhh Barrett frowned as he interrupted the pointless arguing of two guys, one big and one small. In fact, you have all been under the same mage, raised by him as a test subject, and then abandoned by him.

Your form is the same, your form is different. Your experiences are the same, your experiences are different. There should be more to talk about between you, and it shouldn't just be about looks, even though that's true.

But Barrett didn't say these words, because they made no sense.

To distract from his hatred, he opened his mouth and asked it, "Ahem, I said, what are you doing, why don't you chop these ghouls into several pieces like you did before?"

"Because by doing so, you can eat 'fresh' carrion. Gerdo returned to normal, and introduced Barrett in a serious manner.

"'Fresh' carrion?" Barrett didn't know.

"Gerdo would do this, chaining the carrion on the ground one by one. "As long as the carrion remains largely intact, it won't be long before they're moving again." This way, Gerdo can eat 'fresh' carrion at any time. A smug expression appeared on his disgusted face.

"You know, rotten meat tastes better when it moves? "That way, when you eat them, you can even feel their paws scratching at your esophagus and their bodies writhing in your stomach." It's kind of itchy, it's very comfortable. It smiled innocently again.

“...... Oh. Barrett was expressionless, "Then you can enjoy it slowly, and I won't bother you." That, ahem, I'm ready to leave, take care, there's a chance to see you again. He said insincere polite words.

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