Chapter 26: Feels like Nobody’s Here
Ron had always dreamt of sneaking, infiltrating enemy lines, and seizing the enemy leader’s head. It would be even better if he could leap from a ten-story building into a pile of hay. However, since arriving in the Bi-Colored Realm, Ron discovered that stealth was a hundred times more challenging than he had imagined.
Opportunities for stealth were plentiful, but the chances of success were disappointingly low. So, this time, he only let Loloan accompany him for scouting to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Ron believed that the main reason for his previous failure in stealth was having too many Phylin tribe members around him.
This time, with the capable Loloan, a stealth mission should go smoothly without any issues. After all, Ron didn’t believe that the root of a failed stealth lay within himself.
“It’s so quiet,” Loloan perked up his ears, not hearing any commotion in the camp. “There isn’t a soul on the road.”
The absence of a single sentry on the watchtower made the atmosphere unusual.
“It’s indeed quiet,” Ron sensed something amiss in the camp. “There’s no reason there shouldn’t be anyone on watch.”
They had reached the closed gates of the camp and hadn’t heard any sounds of bandits—especially during the daytime. This strange silence was indeed unusual.
Why didn’t he and the Phylin tribe choose a nighttime raid on the bandit camp? That was because, at night, the bandits could not see things well, and they themselves couldn’t see either.
They weren’t as well-trained either. Who knows, at night, they might be at a greater disadvantage than the bandits.
So, daytime was preferable; everyone could see clearly, emphasising a fair chance for both sides.
When Ron explained this to the Phylin tribe, they wholeheartedly agreed. They loved the idea of fairness.
“Shouldn’t we just break in?” Loloan suggested in a rather unreliable manner. “The door’s right there.”
Ron really wanted to hit Loloan with a hammer, but he held back. “Let’s find another way in; a frontal assault is suicide.”
Even scaling a wall would be more sensible than going in through the front door. Ron genuinely didn’t understand how Loloan came up with this suggestion. Susuan calling Loloan a dimwit seemed quite accurate.
Although he’s called a fool, he’s not that thoroughly foolish.
“Also, keep it down,” Ron had lost count of how many times he’d reminded Loloan, but he seemed to forget every time.
He gestured, signalling Loloan to keep up, afraid he might get lost. Ron wasn’t concerned about others, but Loloan was hard to trust.
Loloan, carrying his spear, followed Ron closely without saying a word. Despite being called a dimwit, he wasn’t entirely foolish.
With Moluna and the rest of the Phylin tribe waiting outside the bandit camp, Ron felt it was crucial to figure out the way as soon as possible.
“Go up from here, you go first,” Ron finally settled on a spot and instructed.
“No problem, but I’m not tall enough to climb over,” Loloan jumped a few times but couldn’t reach the wall.
With no choice, Ron found a place with a stone to step on and threw Loloan over to the other side of the wall. Even if people were on the other side of the wall, that was Loloan’s problem, not Ron’s concern. And surprisingly, Loloan seemed quite happy when he was tossed over.
“How’s it looking?” Ron asked in a hushed tone.
Loloan, who was tossed over, carefully surveyed the surroundings and found the camp deserted. “Mr. Ron, there’s no one here.”
“No one?” Ron frowned, then followed suit and flipped over.
He completely overlooked the fact that his jumping ability had greatly improved compared to before. If he were his previous self, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to make that jump.
“Look, I didn’t lie to you. There’s not a single person here,” Loloan said, hoisting his spear onto his shoulder.
There wasn’t a single person in sight within the camp, and the campfire had been extinguished for quite a while.
However, judging by the bedding on the ground, people had been residing here not long ago. The bedding wasn’t dirty, barely any dust or dirt. Because the bedding wasn’t dirty, there wasn’t much soil or dust.
“Could our tracks have been discovered?” Ron suspected the bandits might have noticed the Phylin tribe’s approach and fled in advance.
However, wasn’t it commonly believed that humans often looked down on the Phylin tribe? Even if the bandits knew the Phylin tribe was coming, they shouldn’t have fled, right?
“Mr. Ron, there’s another hole here,” Loloan stood by an opening, calling out to Ron, “There’s a wooden sign hanging above it.”
The hole was covered by an old, broken door facing upwards, almost parallel to the ground. A gap at the top of the door allowed a view from one side to the other. Loloan was lying on top of the door, attempting to get a clear view of what lay on the other side.
When Ron also wanted to peek at what was on the other side of the door, the sound of the system suddenly rang out.
[System Warning, high-energy reaction detected behind the door, please be cautious of personal safety.].He paused and pressed his ear against the door, carefully listening for any sounds from behind.
“Is there something behind the door?” However, he couldn’t hear any sound.
The system last mentioned a high-energy reaction when he encountered the evil god.
Could he be encountering an evil god even in the Wind Veil Basin? He shouldn’t be that unlucky.
“Mr. Ron, what’s wrong?” Loloan noticed Ron’s serious expression and couldn’t help but ask.
He had the constant feeling that Loloan going into this pit was an easier way to die than him. At least he had the system to alert him to any danger, while Loloan, carrying only a spear, had no idea what lay ahead.
“Then I’ll go call Moluna,” Loloan shouted, “If you encounter any danger, remember to call out my name.”
“As long as you call out my name, Loloan, I’ll come to save you!” His face beamed confidently, but his words didn’t inspire much confidence. With that said, Loloan picked up pace with his short legs and went to call for help.
“Wait a moment!” Ron called out to Loloan.
“Wait…wait a moment?” Loloan immediately stopped in his tracks.
“Come back and help me open the door first,” Ron pointed to the door. He had tried earlier, and it was securely locked.
Ron pointed at the door, mentioning that he had just tried—it was securely locked.
“Oh, okay!”
