Chapter 572 – Chapter 572 Return to Warris-7
A human man wearing a red coat,
Darmans recognized that his opponent was underground.
“Underground…”
And Sirell’s voice confirmed his guess.
Jiha said lightly to Syrel while holding Darmang’s hand.
“Sit down, if you ordered a drink and a snack, you should eat everything and go.”
“… Uh. Yes.”
Sherrel panicked and was about to sit down, but then stopped and said.
“Wait, can you let go of that hand?”
“Finish talking.”
It was after Ji-ha heard all the conversations with the ability he had acquired by biting Ri-jin and his hearing amplification.
Darmans laughed and tried to remove his hand.
“Ah, this. The leader of the Red Union. Nice to meet you…”
Don’t fall
The basement was holding on tight.
“Let’s shake hands? Are you already doing it?”
“… Are you doing well?”
Darmans summoned his magic power first.
It was a power showdown in front of the woman who wanted to try it once, and the plan was to completely smash the bones of the underground hand.
As the opponent attacked, Jiha laughed.
“Are you just kicking? Do you think you will regret it?”
“I hope you don’t regret it!”
Darmans confidently poured power and mana into his hands.
Although he hides his true identity, he is a member of the Quadruple, an artificial unique. His magic power is infinitely restored.
If it’s a showdown like this, a showdown of magic, I’ll never lose…
Koo Woo-wook.
“Ugh, that’s great…”
… I thought so, but the bones in his hand start to hurt.
Crushing pain, sweat began to run down Darmant’s face.
“Oh, my God…”
Darmand did not understand that he was being pushed back.
Unique’s mana is endlessly springing up? What about that?
The total amount of mana accumulated underground was now staggering.
Unique is that mana is continuously restored immediately, and the total amount of mana is not infinite. Of course, it’s bigger than the rare grade, but.
However, the underground mana does not recover immediately, but the total amount of his mana was staggering.
Who would win in a short-term showdown between a person with time-consuming regenerative power and an overwhelming bloodthirsty monster?
“Shut up…”
Darmans’ face changed color as he joined hands with his underground and let out a groan.
Belatedly, Syrel also noticed the situation.
“For a moment! Jihaya, stop!”
“I will.”
Wow!!
Underground broke Darmang’s hand bones with his magic power and broke them.
What Darmang was trying to do was paid back in double.
“Quaaaaagh!”
Darmans, whose wrists had turned twice, sat down with a groan.
The pain of his hand bones being shattered raw, the wrist bones tearing through the skin as the bones and muscles are twisted.
When Cheryl tried to examine her complexion, she held her hand against her shoulder.
“Don’t do it.”
“… I am a therapist In any case, you have a duty to take care of the patient.”
“Then I will do more.”
“…”
It meant that if Sirel healed Darmans, she would make a bigger wound, and the basement could.
It could have killed her without ending up in her wounds.
Cheryl looked down at her basement with her dazed face. Her face was unbelievable, as if she were seeing a man she had never seen before.
She looked down at Darmans, not paying attention to the basement.
“I need to drink, so go away.”
“I-I will definitely repay this debt…”
Darmans spoke ferociously and tried to walk away, but she walked underground.
Dar Lemans, who was preoccupied with the pain in her wrists and who didn’t know how to hang her legs after she had let go, rolled on the floor as she screamed at her.
“Aagh!”
“I know you want to repay the favor, but don’t try too hard. It’s funny and it’s burdensome.”
Darmant, who rolled on the floor of the bar, gnashed his teeth, stood up and ran away in a hurry.
He retreats, knowing that there is nothing to be gained by grappling with an injured body, and that it is better to promise the future.
However, the way he ran away without composure was telling his bowl.
‘I’ll just let it go this time.’
Jiha thought so and looked around.
He watched people hold their breath at the sudden situation, but soon started talking again and drinking.
He recognizes that the opponent is underground and is curious, but he does not dare to approach first.
And it looks like an argument over a woman over a drink.
This was a pub, a common occurrence.
‘Darmang will hold a grudge against me for this. However, on the contrary, his stock price falls within the Merchant Guild. The merchants presume that the instigation is being carried out by someone who has a grudge against me for stealing a woman.’
Underground already knew that Darmant was carrying the Merchant Guild on his back and stimulating them.
It was because the people within the Merchant Guild who said they were loyal to him knowingly provided the information.
Underground has downgraded Darmant from a competent Elyos businessman to a keut who steals women and says ugly things.
Since I was told to watch it all in a crowded bar, there will be no one in Warris who doesn’t know about it tomorrow morning.
Merchants are those who always calculate and try to live smartly.
Darmant’s trust disappears at once.
‘If the Merchant Guild disappears, that guy has no choice but to attack me as an artificial unique. The other three remain, so I’m cleaning them up and extracting information about the quadruple.’
Jiha had done his calculations and deliberately let Darmang go.
To break his head after I’ve had everything to do with him running amok like a mad dog.
Shirell, embarrassed, spoke slowly.
“… Thanks for the help just now It was too bad though.”
“It’s hard to find a therapist at night, but he’s a rich guy, so he’ll take care of it.”
“But you didn’t even have to.”
“There was.”
When the basement spoke heavily, Sirell’s face was lost for words.
I’m assuming that there is something behind the scenes.
“Still, that person is the one I invited. What you’re doing is…”
“I told you to invite me.”
“…”
Cheryl was at a loss for words again.
In the first place, the basement must have known that it was meant to be like this from the beginning.”
“I got it sorted.”
Ji-ha stared at Syrel, who was sitting across from him.
An urbane beauty with brown hair, a sophisticated but friendly woman who could be friendly with her, was embarrassed.
Underground means, in a way, it sounds like a story between a man and a woman.
The basement said calmly.
“Drink more.”
“… What?”
“I’m here to keep my promise to give you a drink.”
“…”
It was a promise made a long time ago, when underground was common.
When the underground won the first victory in the summoning war, a promise to give Sirel a treat.
Sherrell himself was about to forget.
To think that Ji-ha, who is the party to her, actually remembered that.
Cheryl was seized with a strange feeling.
Whether the man in front of her is an iron-blooded gunman who casually broke people’s wrists, or the Sukmaek underground she knew.
“Let’s drink.”
“… Okay.”
Cheryl nodded her head.
She thought that maybe she might leave Waris, her body, that today was a rare occasion to drink alone with the underground.
Even so, the fact that the basement kept remembering this promise… She also had a moving heart.
The basement called the waiter and asked for a new drink. Put away the drinking cup Darmand used.
It is normal to say something about the violent act just now, but the waitress quietly brought it to me.
He was the owner of Warris, the Red Union, so no matter what he did, he couldn’t say anything.
“I’m going to eat a lot today, so be prepared.”
“Okay.”
Jiha laughed at Syrel’s threat.
“Come on, cheers!”
Sitting across from her, Sirel drank beer without hesitation.
I drank it before the underground came, but the pace was too fast.
“Then I couldn’t press it with magic.”
“I drink to get drunk, but of course I have to. You really don’t use magic. No way!”
Cheryl smiled broadly and held out her empty glass.
She seemed to be in a bad mood because she was drunk, or if she was trying to be lighthearted, she was the usual Sherrell.
As Ji-ha poured her a drink, Syrel laughed briskly.
“Why does a man stop a woman saying she will get drunk? No ambition.”
“Women are women too.”
Shirell grunted as Jiha calmly accepted the joke.
“What is this, I don’t look like a woman?”
“…”
Cool features, cheeks slightly flushed from alcohol.
Her brown hair, which had grown finely to her shoulders, was shiny.
Objectively, Sirell was a beauty. Her words and actions are lively and cool, and when you interact with her, you feel at ease.
She has an attitude that reminds me of a close college classmate I met on Earth.
It’s a story from so long ago.
“Hello, Mr. Jiha? Are you going to keep looking at people’s faces? Do you drink alcohol or snacks if you are silent?”
“Do I have to answer?”
“Wu, are you ignoring me?”
Ji-ha instead of answering by drinking alcohol in silence.
Breaking her d’Armand’s wrist was also for her use to show off to Sirelle.
To destroy her image and rebuild the relationship by showing a different side of the man she knew.
Sherrel narrowed her eyes in anguish as her basement tipped her glass in thought of her.
She then tried to hook her finger on her top, but she slipped it down.
“…”
The upper part of her pure white breasts was exposed, and even the pink nipples secretly covering her could be seen at a glance.
It was the perfect size for her hand.
A pair of appetizing peaches suddenly appeared in front of Jiha and took her gaze.
She wasn’t another woman, and she didn’t even expect her basement to suddenly do this.
But the moment she was revealed was fleeting, and when her basement took notice, Syrel removed her hand and undid the hem of her dress.
“What do you say while staring at it?”
“…”
“Where is the person who said I am not a woman?”
When Sirell smiled round and round, Jiha replied calmly.
“I was curious to see if it was hanging. It was too small to see.”
“And… It’s really too much. Is that what you mean by looking at it all the time?”
As Syrel said, she called a clerk who was passing by and ordered her another drink.
“It’s 40,000 reels.”
“It’s a punishment for speaking carelessly.”
I let Cheryl do as she pleases.
In the first place, this bar also had underground capital. Here she spends money, but it comes back into her subterranean pockets.
‘Darmand will now run away and grind his teeth. Then…’
As she was organizing her thoughts, Jiha felt her gaze and looked ahead. She was staring curiously at Cheryl as she rested her chin on her chin.
“I’m drinking with a woman, but I’m selling it somewhere out of my mind. What the hell are you thinking so seriously?”
“Thinking about drinking.”
“Lie. Wait, let me guess.”
Cheryl cuts her off and she laughs mischievously. Pretending to think of her, she pointed her finger towards her basement.
“Were you thinking dirty?”
“…”
“Ugh, clarify. You’re embarrassed that I showed you some breasts. Who is not Sukmaek?”
She let out a wry smile as Shirel nodded her head in understanding.
How many girls does he have?
But even Syrel wouldn’t know. Rumors floating around, if she had even come across fragments of them.
Cirel was trying to forget the shocking sight she had just seen, and she was about to see a different side of the Underground and make it unheard of.
It was just an effort to conclude that it was her sukmaek underground that she knew.
Cheryl filled her drink into an empty glass in her cellar.
“Now. Drink and forget You know you should think good thoughts, not dirty thoughts, right?”
“It’s hard.”
“Oh hey, try. Effort. People can do it if they work hard.”
She stared down at the basement as Sherel spoke playfully.
The corners of her mouth, which had been laughing at her drunkenness, hardened little by little.
I know that the gaze of the underground is different from usual.
“I sleep with you today.”
Don’t go back
It’s a direct match.
