However the residentsâ faces didnât have that general carefree feeling that was common to rural cities.
The reason was a bit obvious.
âItâs adjacent to the mountain range so monsters must come down frequently.â
The guardsâ faces were solemn and there were many mercenaries walking around.
The city was as noisy as any other, but the atmosphere was filled with tension, similar to the feeling of walking on thin ice.
As one would expect from dangerous geographical locations, safety was a priority.
First off, Frey bought food and water. The bag heâd bought was quite large so even when he bought more than he needed there was still a lot of space.
âWith this much I can easily last three weeks.â
Then, he headed to a bar.
The bar he picked was one in the center of the city that was filled with many mercenaries.
However, contrary to what you would believe, the bar was not noisy, instead, the mercenaries focused on drinking their alcohol in silence and words were only spoken every now and then.
What was also unusual, was that the inside of the bar was dark even though it was the middle of the day.
Frey glanced around once before heading to the counter.
âWelcome.â
A bald giant of a man, who appeared to be the owner, greeted him bluntly.
Frey sat down at the bar and spoke in his usual tone.
âA glass of beer. And something to eat.â
âWhat if it doesnât taste good?â
âBread and meat are good. As long as it fills my stomach.â
The owner nodded and brought the food after a while.
It was a simple meal of bread and tasty sausages.
Frey took a sip of the beer before looking at the owner and saying,
âAre you familiar with the Ispania Mountains?â
âAre you a mercenary?â
Frey nodded at that.
The owner glanced at his appearance before letting out a laugh.
âHmm. From what I can tellâŠyou just started working as a mercenary. Am I wrong?â
Strictly speaking, he indeed was wrong. Frey shrugged instead of answering.
Then the owner shook his head.
âI already know. You think if you dress up in water proof armor and wear a new sword on your waist then you can beat a dragon. I donât mean to say that itâs wrong. Passion is a privilege of the young.â
To be young and courageous. Maybe it had been so long in the past that he couldnât even remember what it was like.
âBut youâve come to the wrong place. The Ispania Mountains isnât a place that you should come to for an adventure.â
âItâs called the Monster Paradise. I know that already.â
âNo, you donât know anything.â
The owner said as if he was chewing the words. When Frey looked at him with curious eyes, he shook his head.
âPardon me. I also had a son. He was around your age. He also wanted to become a mercenary from a young age. He was a good kid.â
Looking at the ownerâs face, Frey couldnât help but ask.
âYour son is nowâŠâ
âHeâs dead. Died in the Ispania Mountains. Itâs been 2 years now.â
âIâm sorry.â
He continued with a sigh.
âHe was escorting a mother and daughter who went there to pick herbs. The daughter barely made it back to the town alive.â
The over glanced over Frey.
âNo one will insult you, so just go home. Iâm not trying to project my son onto you. But you must know that even the greatest mercenaries call that place the Hell Mountains.â
The owner thought Frey would understand if he said this. He sincerely hoped that this young man would not lose his life at such a young age.
But Frey silently emptied his mug before saying.
âI want to know what types of monsters appear in the mountains.â
âHoo. You have no intention of bending?â
âI have a reason to go there.â
Frey spoke in a calm voice.
The owner could only shake his head, even if he didnât tell, he would get the information from elsewhere. The owner scratched his head.
âDonât blame me later.â
âWhy would I blame the owner.â
âAi. Iâm afraid I wonât be able to sleep well tonight.â
The owner continued speaking.
âThe Monster Heaven. Just like the nickname says. All kinds of monsters can appear in that mountain range. Goblins, Ogres, Trolls, DrakesâŠthere isnât a monster out there that wouldnât be in those mountains.â
Maybe the owner remembered something which scared him, as his face became pale.
âThatâs not all. Two headed or Albino Trolls, goblins who are able to make poisonâŠthereâs a lot of mutants everywhere.â
The owner explained as much as he knew. In fact, he was trying to show that entering that mountains was a hopeless idea. Nevertheless he gave up on exaggerating when he saw Freyâs calm eyes.
âI see.â
After hearing the explanation, Frey nodded and stood to his feet.
When he was about to pay however, the owner shook his head.
âI wonât accept your money. When you come back alive, then Iâll accept it.â
Frey paused the hand that he was about to pull out of his bag and laughed.
âThat is not an attitude suitable for business.â
âYouâre like my wife nagging in my ears. Itâs fine as long as I can feed my family.â
Frey moved away from his seat. He had enough money now, but he didnât want to refuse the ownerâs favor.
âIt was a great meal. Especially the sausages.â
âYouâre different. Usually in our place, the conversations are about monster corpses or alcohol.â
The owner smiled.
âI will remember your face. Please come back alive. When you do, Iâll cook even more delicious sausages.â
âI look forward to it.â
As Frey turned around, the owner called out to him again.
âOh yeah, corpses have been turning up near the mountains these past few days.â
âWas it the monsters?â
âNo. The wounds were made by weapons.â
Made by weaponsâŠ
Frey understood what the owner meant immediately.
ââŠsomeone is killing by the mountains?â
âThatâs how it seems. Even some of the best mercenaries were attacked. No one knows if itâs one murderer or a group, but we do know is that they are highly skilled.â
âWere there any bodies discovered recently.â
âThatâs right.â
The ownerâs expression became heavy, maybe he was thinking about his son.
âThe guards are doing their investigations but there hasnât been any results yet. As far as I know, some mercenaries have also been hired but there are still no leads. I donât know what you intend to do, but youâre going into the mountains, so be careful.â
He was reminding him to not poke the beehive for no reason. The place he was going was already dangerous so there was no reason to add to it.
âWas he looking for something in the mountains?â
Or maybe he was searching for someone.
Frey nodded.
âI will be careful.â
Frey finally left the bar and left Ispaniola immediately after.
Then he saw a huge boulevard.
âMac said that half a dayâs walk from here would allow me to reach the entrance.â
He had thought it would be completely untamed since it led to the mountain range, but surprisingly, it was actually smooth enough to be called a road.
Frey had this thought as he walked along the path.
Schweiserâs dungeon was probably not a cave.
âA mountain that pierced the clouds, with a beautiful lake on top and a serene island in the middle of the lake.â
Schweiserâs previous words were the best clues.
And he had an idea what they were describing.
âUngwanbong. The mountain known as Drake mountain.â
At the top of the mountain should be a volcanic lake and there was probably a small island in the middle of it.
So he just needed to find the small island.
The problem was that there was no easy way to get there.
If it was at the outskirts then even a newbie would be able to make it. But as you got to the middle, the levels of the monsters there skyrocketed.
If he wanted to deal with them effortlessly then he would need to be 6 stars at the least.
Of course, that was not much of an issue. Here in the Ispania Mountains, the natural mana was very high, so if he found a place to settle and train here, his level would increase quickly.
It would probably take about a month.
âIâve arrived.â
Frey thought to himself.
In front of him, a lush forest could be seen. The forests continued up the mountains and there were hundreds of mountains in his sight.
In other words, he had finally arrived at the Ispania Mountains.