Dungeon Raider System-Chapter 467: Ain’t no rest for the wicked Part 2

Miss Dragonfang looked the same as the last time Uriel saw her, but she wasn't wearing the Dungeon Raiders uniform anymore, she wasn't wearing casual clothes either, she was on her old army uniform instead. It was the exact same one as Uriel could even recognize the wear and tear caused on her last mission as a soldier.

There was also something off with her personality, because even though she joked as usual, her eyes were completely serious the whole time and she noticeably didn't let her guard down.

"Catch this!" Uriel threw a trite at the army officer, but instead of catching it she dodged.

"Nice try, but I'm not falling for that. I don't know what it was, but it wasn't silver." She said after jumping back a couple meters.

"It's a trite, an electrum coin made of gold and silver."

"I don't care, I'm not touching weird stuff until you rove you're not a skinwalkers and that thing wasn't made of silver."

"Then you give me something made of silver and I'll prove it." Uriel grunted, already annoyed by the whole situation. The girl was dying in front of him, but he also couldn't ask for her help without knowing for sure she wasn't a cryptid or a hybrid.

"Do I look like I can afford anything made of silver!? I lost my army rank when I was dishonorably discharged and now I rejoined I'm only a corporal." Dragonfang provided some sensible answers to Uriel's questions, but it was too convenient to believe her at face value, especially with creatures that could wear other people's faces.

"Then how about this?" Uriel threw his ranger badge, which was made of pure silver and this time Miss Dragonfang caught it in the air, which was odd considering how she reacted at the touch of it. Her skin became greenish, then pale again, and scales formed and shed successively.

She growled and hissed, then crumpled over her stomach, only to burst out into laughter when she figured she'd taken the prank too far.

"Hahaha! You should have looked at your face!" Miss Dragonfang exclaimed, though she couldn't proceed to greet Uriel properly and catch up with him like she wanted. Instead of a shared laughter at her prank, Uriel limited himself to glare at her with eyes brimming with power.

His look was something different to anything she ever witnessed before. She had seen Uriel at his weakest and also at his peak, but she never saw him as angry as he now was.

"Stop playing around and help me out here! This girl is going to die!"

"Geez! Relax your butt cheeks a little! I'll take you to the Dungeon Raiders headquarters."

"It can't be! Are they still hanging around that old building?"

"Well, it's not the same as it used to be. Some defected, some stayed because they had nowhere else to go, but some of us were counting on your return." Miss Dragonfang then took the girl out of Uriel's arms and proceeded to lead him towards the building Uriel bought with the help of his friends.

The state of the building was ruinous, but it showed the great care they put in its upkeep, but the one thing that stood out the most was the lack of electricity and the many candles and torches on the walls.

"What's going on? Are there cryptids nearby?" Uriel muttered as he followed Miss Dragonfang to what used to be the infirmary, but was now little more than a storage room.

"Pfft! Cryptids!? Of course not! We just couldn't afford to pay the bill." Miss Dragonfang replied.

"Is that him?" A voice asked in a murmur and several other whispers followed. Only then did Uriel notice the poor state of the people. If the building was ruinous, the same could be said of the people who inhabited the headquarters.

They were injured, filthy, tired and obviously deprived of food, which was a terrible thing for humans but an unthinkable torture for hunters since they needed to consume much more calories than regular people.

"Back off everyone! Can't you see he just came back from the dead!? Speaking of dead, Why don't you guys treat her wounds while I get him up to speed?" Miss Dragonfang said as she carelessly dropped Beth on top of a wooden crate.

"I don't get it, Nika said we lost everything..."

"Technically, yes. This place was used to pay a part of the company's debts and does't have an owner. We're squatting here thanks to the nice real estate girl."

"Vivian?"

"Yes, that one! Quick question, do you have to get romantically involved with all the girls you know? If so, why haven't you asked me out yet?" Miss Dragonfang pouted, though her expression was nowhere as charming as it used to be.

"Believe it or not, I did think of asking you out for coffee once, but I didn't think you would have accepted. It was kind of inappropriate since you were the Lieutenant in charge of my first expedition and all."

"Ahhh! Those were good times. Things were so simple back then, we hunted cryptids, cryptids hunted us and at the end of the day there were those who lived and those who died... Now you can;t even tell if he person next to you is actually a person." Miss Dragonfang let out a sigh.

"By the way, 'd like to have my badge and my trite back."

"Oh! The badge I can give back, but like it or not you already gifted me this shiny coin. Consider it as part of the months of salary you owe me."

"Huh!? I don't owe you anything, I quit this company months ago. Besides, you're employed by the army now."

"Excuse me!? I've been working my ass off to keep all of this together for you, do you think it was easy for me to keep your rooms just as you guys left them!? We're starving here and..."

Uriel disappeared from her sight before she could even finish the sentence and rushed to his room. It wasn't nostalgia what prompted him to do it, but the possibility of meeting back with some of his old friends. Not his human friends, though, but his books.

"They're here! They're all here! Miss Dragonfang, you're a wonderful person, did you know that?" Uriel was beyond ecstatic, so much so he mindlessly grasped the soldier in a heavenly rank bear hug that left her short of breath.

"Of course I know..." She let out in a coarse voice that informed Uriel he was using too much force.

"Sorry about that, I just got excited."

"Look at you, so grown up now. If you asked now, I wouldn't say no to that cup of coffee." Miss Dragonfang said as soon as he recovered her breath, then continued when Uriel ignored her poor attempt at flirting. "So this is your room... I'm kind of disappointed, I thought you were loaded. I thought there would be, I don't know, treasures or expensive gadgets."

"It's not like I'm poor, but I always carry the essentials on me. But this books, they're beyond priceless. Don't you know how difficult it is to procure this kind of books these days?"

"What about the internet?" Miss Dragonfang asked and Uriel replied waving his index finger from side to side.

"No, no, no, you don't get it. These books are from before the arrival happened and they're uncensored. What do you say, do you want to have some fun with me tonight?"

"I know I joked about going out, but I'm a proper lady and if you want to get in my pants, you'll have to at least get me drunk first." She said jokingly.

"Huh? Why would I want to wear your pants? I just want to read this books and see if there's anything we can use in them."

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"Oh... Oh!!! You meant that kind of censorship, I thought you wanted us to read porn," Uriel's first instinct was to say he would never own that kind of books, but then he realized one of his first artifacts was actually a lewd magazine and he couldn't help but blush violently instead of replying. "You really do have that kind of books! You have to show me, now I know there's no turning back!"

"Of- of course I don't" Said Uriel trying to dodge her suspicious glare, mindlessly placing his look on his old desk, only to find a small notepad with Luna's handwriting: 'Follow the red thread.' Uriel couldn't tell the meaning behind that message, but he assumed it was left for him months ago and Luna probably wanted him to read it then, rendering it completely useless.

"What's this?" Miss Dragonfang asked, redirecting Uriel's attention towards an old book that looked completely different than the others. It's cover was made of black leather and had a golden cross painted in front of it.

"That's a bible someone brought back from the San Antonio cathedral. It's a religious text from before the arrival and... Wait, this can't be!" Uriel gasped when he realized there was a red cloth tape embedded on the book to serve as a bookmark.