Oswald opened the Fate Shop and immediately checked the stat shop, and as he remembered, there was a stat called ‘Stealth.’ It was a stat that was mainly found in assassin or hunter classes.

There was also a skill called Camouflage, which allowed him to camouflage his body using surrounding objects.

[𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝]

[𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐏]

[𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩.]

[𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧]

[𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐏]

[𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞.]

He spent 200P out of his 740P Fate Points to open the two and 180P to raise the level to 10.

After that, he tied the vulture to a tree and climbed up a nearby tree to hide his body. He used the surrounding leaves and branches to cover his body, and he ended up camouflaging himself naturally as if he had done it many times.

Moreover, since he had the Stealth stat, his presence was hidden, and even the vulture was looking around wondering where its owner had gone.

‘𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.’

After a while, the woman approached the vulture to look for Oswald, who had disappeared. The vulture looked at the woman who suddenly appeared with fearful eyes and spread its short wings and puffed up its feathers to make its body look bigger.

Judging from her outfit, she seemed to be an assassin, but judging from the weapon she was holding, she didn’t seem to be an assassin.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘝10.’

It seemed that she was someone who had been assigned by the family.

He quietly got out of his camouflage and climbed down the tree.

The woman, who still hadn’t noticed Oswald’s movement, only realized Oswald’s existence when he pressed the muzzle of the Winchester V10 against her back.

“Who are you?”

“. . . . . .”

“I’ll shoot if you don’t answer.”

Then the woman finally opened her mouth and apologized.

“I’m sorry, young master.”

“Do you know me?”

Oswald asked without showing it, even though he already guessed who it was.

“I am a member of the Shadow Hounds, one of the musketeer units of the Winchester family.”

With the advent of firearms, knights who handled guns began to be called musketeers, and the empire created the rank of musketeer, which was the same as that of a knight.

Musketeers could also train their aura like knights and could wrap their aura around their bayonets or swords and shoot them by loading them into bullets. Musketeers were a position that could handle both close-range and long-range combat.

“Shadow Hound.”

The Winchester family had a total of five musketeer units. First, there were the Black Hounds, who protected the Earl’s castle from outside forces, the Green Hounds, who were in charge of patrolling the territory, the Red and Blue Hounds, who were in charge of the combat division of the territory, and finally, the Shadow Hounds, who were in charge of espionage, assassination, and secret protection of the territory.

“Since you’ve been caught anyway, let’s go together.”

“Yes?”

“I need an assistant, and your presence is too distracting because I need to concentrate on other things.”

The musketeer’s face was filled with surprise at the words that she had sensed his presence.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Eleven.”

“Really? Are you using a number as your alias?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Tsk.”

He didn’t bother to ask her real name. Since they would part ways once he obtained the Troll King’s heart.

“Bring your vulture. I’ll wait here.”

“Yes, young master.”

“Call me Oswald.”

“But. . . . . .”

“It’s uncomfortable being called young master.”

“Yes, Oswald-nim.”

After a while, Oswald, who had joined Eleven, who had brought his vulture, slowly started to head towards the center of Troll Forest again.

“Excuse me, Oswald-nim?”

“What is it?”

“Excuse me, but why did you come here?”

“I came to find something I need.”

“Something you need?”

“Something that will make this weak body stronger.”

“What is that?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

̇ȧ̇ᴡ𝐞ʙs𝚝𝘰𝕣𝕚𝘦𝕤.ċ̇ȯ̇𝐦

How deep into the forest had he come in two days, only eating supplies? Finally, a strong stench began to emanate. It was a smell so bad that even the vulture shuddered. It was the stench of trolls.

They would defecate and urinate to mark their territory and create a stench. Thanks to that, even small beasts (beasts that are as strong as large monsters among beasts) couldn’t approach.

“You should be nervous now.”

At Oswald’s words, Eleven nodded and began to be on guard.

‘𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴.’

He felt a presence in the 2 o’clock direction, using his intuition that reacted as soon as they entered the forest. They were moving stealthily, but he could sense a raw, unrefined murderous intent that was unlike that of humans.

‘𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴.’

Oswald held the Winchester V10 tightly and prepared to shoot at any moment. But the vulture’s back was shaking slightly. No matter how high his shooting level was, that only applied when he was standing on two legs or when his body was touching the ground.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵’

He quickly opened the Fate Shop, opened the Riding stat, and raised the level to 10.

Now that he was fully prepared, all that was left was to fight the trolls.

‘𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰.’

Since trolls were monsters with no waste, he thought that he would need the Butchering skill to get the most out of them. Unfortunately, the Butchering stat stopped at level 8, but it was better than nothing.

By that time, the troll had reached the vicinity of Oswald, and he instinctively twisted his body on the vulture and aimed a shot at the place where the troll was hiding.

Ta-ang!

Shuaaaak!

Puck!

Groaaaaaar!

Ả̉ᴅ𝚟ᴀ𝙣𝙘𝐞𝐝  𝙲ℎ𝐚𝕡𝐭𝐞r̉̉𝑠  𝕜ỏ-𝐟ɪ.𝑐𝚘ᴍ/𝘢𝕨𝐞𝕓𝕤ᴛỏ𝘳𝘪𝑒𝘴  ᴘᴀ𝐭𝘳𝕖ỏ𝕟.𝐜𝙤𝚖/𝐴𝐰𝙚ʙ𝐬𝚝𝚘𝐫𝕚𝘦𝚜