Chapter 360 – Blue Blood (1)
After the fight, we shook off the embarrassment and each of us went to work.
Although it came out of the toilet cubicle, it was an unpleasant finish as if the sink in a public toilet had been cut off, but the work was not over.
Frost Champions were rampaging all over the estate, and the lord, who was supposed to deal with the monster incident, grew giblets and became a human totem, just like Griffith after being abandoned by Guts.
The aristocrats who were affected by my intoxicating tricks began to deal with the situation while looking for a job to suck honey with a grim face.
〈… It must be difficult for us to heal the lord’s wounds. Brothers and sisters, first of all, I hope that you will make an effort to deal with the catastrophe in heaven.〉
The priests of the Church of Janus, who had poor healing abilities, did as Signatio ordered.
The lord was barely left with only bones and skin, like the last human being on earth who survived with fucking Hannibal alone.
Recovering from that state will never be easy. Even if you poured the elixir into cold noodles, it would be impossible to do it once or twice.
So, Signatio laid the lord on a clean cloth and started with the priests of the Janus Church and the ceremony to close the rift in the sky.
‘My dear Janus! Please take care of us… !〉
Priests who had become dead immersed themselves in the ritual of dying.
It is also to be condemned that a black magician hid in the territory he was assigned to, but did you not know that the bastard made the lord a Tyrsi remote control and acted as a non-commissioned officer?
Fuck, just imagining it makes my eyes go dark like the first night at the training camp. If it were me, I would have just looked for a rope to hang myself from. Farewell, my beautiful career path!
And while watching that, what was I doing?
“Um…”
“Turn it off…”
Tirsi, who fell asleep, whimpered as if she was sick, and I squeezed my hair and closed my eyes and frowned.
I was desperately trying to recall how Diavolo’s mana moved when he used his aura and practiced his swordsmanship.
What you imagine is your strongest self.
Aura-Blade Kang Buk-ho!
If you can do this, you will be able to become Darth Nord of the mithril class wielding a lightsaber, even if you do not reach Master-Nord!
“Amy, give me some mana…”
But it wasn’t that easy. I let out a deep sigh.
It’s nice to hear it if you pretend to have gained enlightenment after seeing the master’s movements at the crossroads of life and death in a martial arts style.
But to be honest, the unreserved sentiment I felt was more like driving Mad Movie, a game made with E-Sports Pro League play, rather than a great realization.
There is no emotion in the 21st century sensibility. This is not martial arts!
‘Tsubeol. Assembling these to suit my weapons and tactics is also a job.’
If you know the principle and can reproduce it, who would suffer!
If that’s the case, I haven’t been to veterinary schools since I was living on Earth, and I filmed things like ‘High School Graduates Are Good at Games’ and ‘Yellow Monkeys Are Good at Basketball’, you fucking asshole Norse bastard…
‘Even if it’s a sword and a spear, the main character is on a different level than you.’
How the fuck are you asking me to recreate this?
Compared to the advice I heard in the Ulster colony, it would be helpful, but it seemed a bit far away.
The biggest problem was that the time to embody the realization before I forgot this sensation was running out.
“My husband. Tell your bitch to be quiet. Why are my breasts wriggling when I get healed? Low-fat milk cures madness.”
Dana, who revitalized her exhausted body from a rough fight, probably gave strength to her pectoral muscles while concentrating. I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the aura of money, and answered without filtering.
“Originally, when wet, it shakes. It’s the law of giant gravitation. Of course, you may not know if your chest circumference is less than 80cm.”
“Shall I die? No, be patient The Ulster in me.”
“A magic that makes your breasts disappear just by wearing clothes… Truly a diet wizard… Do you have this kind of milk on your ribs?”
“Okay, kill me.”
Dana, whose nipple had turned, wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and began to squeeze her, and my juicer was still breastfeeding! I was excited to feel our Nunna’s cheeks that appealed to her weak presence. Boy! Spring breasts are delicious!
I’ve heard that excitement after a battle affects erections, but since the blood used to circulate oxygen to a tired body is issued as a juicer, it really seems to go to the goal.
Fortunately, Minerva called me just days before I was to reunite with Odin’s alter ego in Heaven. I clear my throat so I don’t cough and stand up.
〈What’s up?〉
〈… No, it’s not like work.〉
Said Minerva, choosing her words.
“I appreciate your performance and hard work. To be honest, I don’t know exactly what and how you and your party managed to bring her back to her sanity and defeat her Diabolo.]
I felt ominous. She hadn’t known her long enough, but he knew that Minerva was not one to prolong her needless words.
The fact that her tongue was getting longer was proof that she was running.
But now, why would this person take a step back from me? I thought so and asked.
“Can I help you defeat the giants?”
Isn’t this I thought it was a request to deal with those guys who don’t know if they’re jotun or creatures from the other world.
If so, I was willing to help. My body was in a mess because I used three times the amount of mana, but Dana’s treatment relieved my fatigue.
‘And if I kill those Jotuns, my mana will increase.’
Wasn’t the burning event rare after the fake Thor was knocked out the other day?
Since then, my mana has increased by almost twice as much as before, so I never felt a lack of mana, but money and mana are the best.
But damn, if you think like that, what is Tircy that filled up twice the amount of mana it used to be? Isn’t that more than fake Thor?
As I was thinking about that, Minerva said.
I asked stupidly.
Even in the middle of this division, you’re trying to ban the raid leader who ran the raid together to pick up the warlock drop item? Wow! It’s really tough!
‘All right. Thanks for letting me know that shit.’
I’m dumbfounded, so I just open my mouth. What the hell, this time I didn’t even talk to the spirit, so why is it being treated like a warlock?
Minerva spoke without a change in expression, like a kindergarten teacher reading a script for a joke party.
‘I suspect that the person who fled with Ivan Ritter von Diavolo highly valued you and showed you goodwill. He even talks about what he would do if he gifted an evil magic book to a warlock he doesn’t belong to, and he even says he needs to redeem you.〉
〈… Aren’t you crazy?〉
Fran, who was nursing Tirsi, muttered without changing her face. It was a short, bold comment that spoke my mind.
Hey, as expected, our francs are the most resilient when we’re mad.
Surprised that the usually gentle Frann had spoken harsh words in front of the nobles, Lalilura shut Frann’s mouth.
However, Minerva spoke without being particularly angry.
“It is really as you say. Unless your brain is a decoration, you won’t say such nonsense.〉
The expression is not pretty. It was like a boss who witnessed the retired manager turn on Lineage as soon as he got to work.
Seeing that she purposely came to tell me, I wonder if Minerva is also treating that opinion as bullshit.
I spit out the thoughts that came to my mind as I rolled my elite-dungeon.
〈… It doesn’t seem like pure nonsense. Isn’t that what you said because it makes money?”
〈This is an easy story. If I were a warlock, wouldn’t there be a big change in the loot distribution rate?〉
I lowered my voice and gave a rough explanation.
‘Are you aiming for the position of lord? But you’re not going to compete.”
In Minerva’s eyes as she said that, the question of ‘would they dare to turn a master like you into an enemy?’ Passed by.
So I calmly put my thoughts into my mouth.
〈It is not the lordship, but the distribution ratio of the assets that are transferred to Diavolo’s personal name. Isn’t the relic that he spits out when he’s in a bad state just as good as me?〉
I pointed to the contents of the bastard’s inventory, spilled out by Diavolo with a puncture in the head.
Relics and goods. It was something that was kept from being stolen, so it was only luxurious things.
That’s about it even if you just hit the items in your inventory.
I imagined how much of the assets he had returned to him would be. Even in this world, the real amount of money is things like letters on documents, land, and power rather than money or real things.
For reference, I also put the uninterpretable magic book there.
Right now, it seems that the nobles’ escorts are monitoring each other so that they don’t steal or steal from each other.
It was worth trying because it wasn’t a business that failed just because I was trying to stab an inedible persimmon.
I held my breath and lamented.
‘This is why they desperately need fucking sponsors.’
Would I have done this shit if there had been a famous nobleman behind me?
These parlors were sitting around thinking that I wouldn’t be able to come to protest later. It’s an idea that only idiots who were born with a gold spoon in their mouth would do.
‘Is it because they don’t get sick because they see me fighting?’
In another world, some transcendentalists are above the rule of law.
When it came to the Mithril class, whether it was legal or illegal, it was better than the hillbilly nobles.
If you are aristocrats, you can become a subordinate with a free pass even if you just bow your head, and if you are really pissed off, it is also possible to take off your rank insignia and stick together and kill them all. Because there’s nothing you can’t do
What if I go on a rampage myself, and go under it after watching a rough show with a noble somewhere?
The ten birds who quarreled with me will have a fight with the nobles who took me in. If you’re a lord with a shitty territory or a noble without a land document in front of you, you wouldn’t want to make enemies of the same level.
‘A guy who spits out the fucking window voluntarily says he’ll become a bitch, but who in power doesn’t like that?’
That bastard Diavolo must have done the same and laid eggs here.
Maybe that’s why I threw such a passive check.
‘It was mana, but he did a good job showing me how to fight.’
The mana I paid in a lump sum with the seal card is now running out, but once you see me as a fucking strong warrior who spits out aura, you won’t be able to shake off the plague openly. Suspicion of the black magician.
〈… Her. If that’s true, it’s definitely a disgrace to a nobleman.〉
When Minerva looked at the gathered nobles, there were those who averted their eyes, saying that the thief was numb.
If you’re scared like that, don’t do it. I don’t know why he can’t manage his own greed and is giving a damn.
─Break it!
As I thought so and looked at the small people pathetically, the priests of the Church of Janus, who had been reciting spells while bleeding from their eyes and nose, reaped the fruits of their efforts.
Orbs of light flew and crashed into the trees in the sky, erasing the cracks as if repairing a cracked drawing.
It was very beautiful and surreal to see the light running in the sky and returning to its original form.
My inspiration, especially sensitive to her mana, felt a holy spirit beyond her appearance.
‘That’s so fucking cool.’
I was genuinely amazed at its sanctity. I understand why people in another world believe in God.
For even I, who rarely admired a natural landscape, got comparable goosebumps when I first saw our Franc’s breasts.
‘… If he had done such a thing while he was alive, even a normal human would deserve to be served as a god after he dies.’
I smiled a little bitterly as I looked up at the return to the normal blue sky.
Diavolo called Janus, the source of that divine power, a ‘created god’.
It is the result of man making man into a god.
‘Well, even on Earth, there was a culture that worshiped great men as gods.’
Isn’t the freshness of China such a culture?
But if you put it like that, are the gods of Romania like peerless warriors who have risen to the brink of life and death? Isn’t the cult of another world something like the Shaolin sect that takes that immortal as its ancestor?
‘Fuck, the familiarity is suddenly broken.’
I giggled and looked up at the normalized sky.
The light of a god who was once a human who closes the door to the other world that pollutes his hometown.
Let’s look at that majestic sight. It seemed that the feeling that the small people of the other world had been messing around with was a little relieved.
