With the equipment they had bought using their saved-up Hell Money, the two skeletons, one tall and one short, left the Novice Village and headed toward the human towns in the south.
To avoid drawing attention, they had even scavenged two bedsheets from the dilapidated inn at the foot of the mountain and draped them over themselves as cloaks, which at least somewhat reduced the range of their Fright Aura.
Of course, whether it actually worked was anyone's guess.
There was also a saying in the surface world that clothed undead were even scarier than naked ones.
Not long after the two skeletons left the inn, a horse-drawn covered wagon hurried over from nearby and passed them by.
Inside the wagon.
The man sitting on the rear plank vaguely saw something. He turned toward the others inside and muttered nervously.
"Boss... I think I just saw something. It looked like... undead?"
And they even seemed to be undead wearing cloaks and disguising themselves as humans! Hearing that, everyone felt a chill run down their backs, and their asses clenched tight.
"Undead?!"
"Here?! Are you sure?"
"I... I'm not sure." The fierce-looking man wore a frightened expression. "Maybe it was just an illusion."
As the saying went, people with guilty consciences were especially afraid of ghosts.
Guys like him, who never prayed properly, never clung to Saint Siss in a crisis, and sold their souls to demons every other day, feared those half-dead things most of all.
The wagon erupted into discussion.
Only their leader, Jack, the boss of the Viper Gang, sat in silence with a grim face.
He knew better than anyone else that it had not been an illusion. His underling really had seen something.
After all, he had indeed been doing business with a necromancer lately, and