Chapter 31: Unlucky
Arthur:
I moved between the fierce battles I was seeing, between wolves and mercenaries. I avoided them in order to preserve my energy in any way.
I didn't care what was happening around me, I just kept running, looking for the gate out of this damn camp.
But there is a saying for the unlucky ones, which says: The winds blow not as the ships desire.
That's what happened to me, the one who was avoiding battle.
But what can I do if the problem comes to me by itself?
That's what happened to me at this moment, as I found long claws stabbing my stomach, piercing through it.
From the strength of the blow, I was sent flying fast toward a certain house in the camp with a groan.
"Arghhhh..."
"Agghh... what?? What happened to me now?! I didn't even notice it when it came... argh..." I spat blood while holding my hand on the serious wound on my stomach.
This will take a lot of energy... tsk... damn my luck.
[You are very lucky]
[Skill level up]
