Chapter 52 – 12. To the West. (2)
It was an early morning with pouring rain.
Allen-The wagon carrying the mercenary corps went through the misty water. The dark gray clouds in the sky seemed unwilling to show sunlight all day long.
“I hear you get lucky if you leave on a rainy day.”
Tattooed Arnold, who was covered in tattoos all over his body, muttered to himself like that. Even if it was a groundless superstition, it was enough to say good luck to the mercenaries who are always running on the edge of a cliff.
Allen snorted lightly, recalling the mercenary city that had disappeared into the mist in an instant. … I won’t be back for at least half a year. Maybe it could be more than that.
Still, he didn’t have much to worry about. Ten strong viola carried her halo on her back, but that didn’t mean she pushed him so blatantly that she didn’t enjoy her much. Besides Allen, there are quite a few mercenaries under Viola’s protection anyway, so there’s nothing special about him.
It was enough if we could shake hands when we met. If you wag your tail too much like a horned bastard, this one will be eaten.
“By the way, why are you going West?”
Asked Billy, a bald, black-eyed man who knew only that he was going to the west for work.
Allen, who was looking outside the foggy carriage, glanced at the crew with a strange smile. … The atmosphere was spooky, so it was perfect for talking about scary things.
“Have you guys heard that corpses are alive?”
“…… The body moves?”
“Then it’s not a corpse.”
Then, the smart redneck monk spat out a word with his eyes sparkling.
“It’s necromancy.”
“Oh, correct answer.”
“… What is it? Necromancer?”
The stupid bald black-eyed asked, scratching his hairless head with his fingers, and Captain Aiden snorted.
“Bastard, don’t you even know necromancy? It’s black magic, black magic.”
“Black magic? Oh, is that so? I’m a bit weak when it comes to hard wordshehe.”
Goddamn, Christopher let out a very displeased moan. Because devout believers hate dark magic that goes against God’s providence. And among them, he considered necromancy to be the worst.
As the sound of black magic came out, Znisha, the female warrior with her arms crossed and her chin up, spoke confidently.
“Anyway, like a black magician, if you get caught by me, you’ll immediately search.”
At most, the bald black-eyed giggled as the northern warrior babbled so nonchalantly. Then she suddenly muttered with her eyes locked in old memories.
“Well, I don’t know about anything else, but I’m sure northerners would search for them because they fucked them in their tender pussy flesh.”
When he was suddenly about to be diverted from necromancy to talking about pussy, only Kalisman changed course again.
“So, what does going west have to do with necromancy, my lord?”
“The necromancer is causing trouble in the West right now. It seems that even a small town has been harpooned. … There will definitely be a lot going on. A mercenary group like us should go where there is work and money. Is not it?”
It’s not yet a situation where the continent is in an uproar, but it will be like that in a few months.
Allen could smell the money wafting from there. The western region is not as rich as the central or southern regions, but it is still a place with some money, so if you negotiate well, you should be able to eat well. And using that money to buy a bunch of luxury goods and return to Vermandois is the best plan Allen can do right now.
And the first of many crises to come to the continent was the festival of the black magicians. As a result, the Mage Tower is practically ruined, and the wizards who have lost their home are scattered all over the continent, sparking an uproar.
…… I can’t believe it, just imagining it makes my bones tingle…….
It’s strange that the psychopaths that were packed in the magic tower are pouring out all at once, and it’s not a headache. Thus, the slogan of heavy armament of all continents was raised, and the mercenary business achieved unprecedented prosperity in history, at the end of Chapter 1 of [Guild Master].
“But isn’t there a magic tower in the western region? The warlocks are rampaging without knowing the subject, what are the mage towers doing, sucking their fingers?”
The internal affairs of the Mage Tower, which had existed for hundreds of years, were already in a rotten state due to various factional fights, so it was right that they did not have the capacity to pay attention to the outside world. Rather, they deliberately turn a wizard belonging to the opposing faction into a warlock and use that as an excuse to undermine their opponents.
Even if they weren’t wizards belonging to the Mage Tower, they didn’t even treat them as wizards at all. In the case of Elena, she is literally an outsider. To them, the Bul-tong wizard was not a magician, but an imitator who imitated them.
“How can mercenary scumbags like us know what the lofty wizards are thinking?”
The mercenary nubs were silent for a moment. And again, the question of Callisman.
“Then, which way are you going?”
Having traveled all over the continent, Kalisman knew that there were many roads leading to the West. Everyone knows that going all the way in a straight line is the shortest if there is nothing on flat land, but there are quite a few mountainous areas in the central region, so the route has no choice but to diversify.
“I will pass through the Holy Kingdom.”
“Looks like you’re thinking of going round a little south.”
“Okay.”
When the name Seongguk came up, several mercenaries sighed and let out a sigh. As the name suggests, there were plenty of devout daughters-in-law, so mercenaries were nowhere near as boring as there. It’s also the only place on the continent that doesn’t have a brothel.
Of course, Christopher, a daughter-in-law of the same type, was very happy, saying that he would be able to see the Holy Ghost the closest.
And the conversation ended there.
Allen looked away again.
The drizzling rain stopped at some point, but the sky still did not clear.
… Like the dark future of the continent.
· · ·
A middle-aged woman who must have looked pretty at one time was wiping the crystal ball placed in front of her with a cloth.
She was a young woman with her dark pink hair in a ponytail and hanging down her back with her blindfold on. Her attire was similar to that of her nuns, except that part of the loose skirt beneath her was torn lengthwise at her length, and her right white leg was rolled up as she walked.
Oh my
As soon as the fortuneteller saw the other person, he recognized who it was. … The people who do business on this floor are people you can’t get to know.
“What happened to our celebrity in this shabby place… ?”
“I have a question for you.”
“Here’s the bill….”
“Don’t worry, I have money.”
Even though the blind saint Odd’s eyes were covered, as if she could see everything, she sat squarely on the chair placed in front of the fortune teller.
The fortuneteller rubbed her hands together like her naughty merchant, her business smile. Then she asked in a tickling voice.
“What are you curious about?”
Odd Noon, resting his hand on the crystal ball table, tapped his fingers and said,
“I’ve been having the same dream for a long time. I wonder if it is possible to interpret the dream.”
The fortuneteller learned anew that blind people also dream.
“Dream interpretation is my specialty. What kind of dream is it?”
“I saw the night sky. There were too many stars. But, among them, there was a particularly large and bright golden star.”
“Ah, the golden star—. And what?”
“I kept staring at it because it was pretty and amazing, but it got bigger and bigger. It turned out that he was approaching me.”
“A star?”
The blind saintess nodded her head and continued her words.
“A dazzlingly brilliant golden star entered my body. And then wake up from the dream If it’s once or twice, I wouldn’t think it’s too much of a big deal, but I have dreams like this often….”
Aha-. The fortune teller smiled strangely.
“How long have you been dreaming?”
“… Maybe half a year?”
“That is a dream. It gives birth to great people.”
“… Prenatal dream?!”
“Could this….”
Then the blind saintess expressed her negativity by lightly tapping her table with her fist. Her ears went a little red.
“Nonsense. … I’ve never had anything like that with a man in my life!”
“Oh, is it? … That’s definitely a prenatal dream.”
“You can interpret the dream properly, right? I came here because I thought it was the most useful.”
“What the. There are people on this floor who can see better than me. Come out and see.”
“No, I’ve never been like that with a guy?!”
“Anything like virgin conception….”
“If that’s the case, I’ll just go.”
“Ah. It was just something I said. … Let me see you.”
Just as Odd Noon was about to leave, the fortuneteller quickly grabbed her hand and put her back in her chair.
“If it’s not Taemong… , It is a dream that a nobleman will come.”
“… Noble?”
As if acting, the fortuneteller looked at her somewhere with vague eyes and stretched out her arms.
“My dear destiny-?”
Odd Noon’s expression turned pale.
… The you of fate is an asshole—-.
“… I’m leaving.”
“You have to pay for the interpretation of the dream, right?”
The blind saintess rummaged through her purse and slammed one of her silver coins on the table.
“Two.”
… So she added one more.
It’s filthy expensive, he grumbled inwardly.
