Chapter 437 – Eugenics in the New World (4)
“What. Do you know each other?”
Benjamin– So, the stupid aristocrat who gave up on us the other day said.
In the seat next to me, there was a staff member who was kicked by me because of the difference in level. He forgot his name
What was it Celtic? Cha Doo-Ri sounds like a name he would play for his club.
“Yes. It’s a past relationship. The liquidation has already been completed.”
The big man of Magimagi, who was supposed to be Conand, sat down. After the brief greeting, the person sitting in the seat of honor spoke.
“Is it. Then there is no need for a complicated introduction.”
In terms of first impressions, he was a weak-looking aristocrat.
-Prick.
My intuition, which was immersed in Korean history while studying for the CSAT, told me.
‘The eldest son died or became ill, so he went out, so he’s the second or third son who took over the succession instead.’
However, he was not originally educated as a monarch, but rather a weak-minded type. It was a common story in the flow of history.
‘In a case like this, if my brother is still alive, it’s perfect.’
I suddenly got tired after seeing the aristocrat’s annoyed wakku.
It was to the extent that even me, who knew little about the way things were going, could be seen. Isn’t it said that the wise learn from history?
An elite macho like myself intuitively realized that it wasn’t just the troll army that bothered us.
“Welcome, Chief Priest. Are the two people next to you a group?”
“… Yes. These are the people who were there.”
“Okay. Sit down first.”
My mother-in-law was at a loss for the entry of the escaped student, but took a seat. We sat down as well.
“Let’s start with the main point. Did you say that a mixed army of ogres and trolls with high spirits was descending from the south?”
“Under! Not even worth listening to!”
-Boom! The one who interrupted and hit the table was, of course, an idiot who had the authority and stupidity to deserve it.
It’s Benjamin, our chewy troller. Damn there was a troll king spy here.
“Ogres and trolls moving together? Can you talk and use magic? Is that number over a hundred? I can’t hear anything but nonsense! Even a drunken minstrel would be stoned!!”
“… Brother. We have already sent several excellent scouts.”
The lord covered his eyes as if his head hurt.
“They just have to see if it’s true or not. We are preparing for the time when it is not a lie.”
“Under! No wonder it’s a lie! On the day they are caught cheating, all four bitches are sentenced to death!”
That sounds like a bitch, bitch. If the trolls decide to come after a short break, are we going straight to the guillotine?
‘If that happens, I’ll have to break it and bounce.’
Fortunately, the lord, who had been pressing his eyes, seemed to be doing it with his mouth. That lord is an idiot, so does he keep going on like that? Or is there no reason yet?
I don’t know. It’s not urgent, so let’s move on.
“Benjamin is right. But really, I don’t think that matters much.”
However, the former next priest who was suddenly shutting up made fun of Judaeng. I turned my eyes to see if I could hear it, and then I met the kid’s eyes.
Fuck you, what are you splitting?
“Even if the number of monsters really exceeds 100, wouldn’t it be enough to kill them? The situation is over when we, the Magi Magi’s competent wizards, reinforce the walls and destroy the monsters by bombing them from above.”
“… I said Conand. You look confident.”
“Of course. Destruction and annihilation are the true power of magic. If those monsters really talk and use magic, will they survive the hundreds of spells pouring down from the sky? All that the lord needs to do is to repair the moat of the ruined castle wall after the work is over.”
I immediately opened Odin’s eyes to the sound of bullshit that sounded ignorant at first glance.
It was as I thought. He was said to be the next high priest of the Picts, and he couldn’t read how many spells the kid had tattooed on his body at once. It seemed to be about thirty.
The source of confidence must be those magics. He’s a swindler, but he seems to have the foundation to use wizards as subordinates.
‘My mother-in-law did a good job of educating me.’
However, the moral and ethics score is a bread point.
“Are you trying to say that there is no problem even if what they say is true?”
Haha! That’s right! Rather, what I want to say is something else.”
“I wonder about that too! Tell me.”
It was our noble aristocrat who intervened as if it was at this time. It looks like you’ve made up your mind beforehand.
“Haha. It’s not different… If what I know is correct, weren’t the Picts allowed to live in the north without being your subjects in return for fighting monsters or disasters?”
“There were no such conditions. We just have respect and respect for each other.”
“There is an unspoken rule. Aren’t you the one who taught me that Alwyn is a friend of the village and that it is the duty of the Picts to resist foreign invasion?”
The mother-in-law’s eyes softened. But Koganom laughed as if he were laughing at it.
“But my lord! Look! How are they now!”
Even pointing at his mother-in-law, who was his teacher, Conand drew blood on his neck.
“Although they have occupied the land, claiming that they have lived there since the time of their ancestors, when they were in danger, they abandoned even the land and fled under the protection of the lord! Truly the extreme of irresponsibility! Isn’t this the work of a savage who only cares about himself!!”
“Are you saying we should have fought to the death?”
“Be careful what you say, Chief Priest! I am no longer your disciple!”
“… …”
My mother-in-law kept her eyes half-open but was silent. His silent face was expressionless, unable to guess his intentions.
The Koga guy raised the corner of his mouth and said.
“What is the reason that they were able to continue their lives in the Alwyn family home! Was it because of the unspoken condition to protect the family land from disasters like ogres and trolls! Isn’t it!”
“Kuhm…”
This time, Yeongju cleared his throat.
Although it was sophistry that was laid out while shouting at the throat, it was difficult to deny it under the circumstances.
‘You are good at inciting. I think the bastard brushed it off a bit.’
I made an impression. Youngju must be worried too. By denying Conand’s sophistry, Ulster and the Winglings became unstoppable even though they left saying, ‘Then we have no duty to fight?’
The goodness of the individual ruler and the duty of the ruler often conflict.
‘Chews. You’re being pretty careful.’
If we really left in this situation, Alwyn’s demise was only a matter of time.
That is why even the lord has a hard time opening his mouth. I don’t know if I’m really looking at oblivion, but it was the lord who was regretful.
Here are the Pict-Ins/Winglings who have spoiled Pinto and leave? Then you have to deal with Magimagi’s shit with his privates.
‘By the way, do those idiots think that the Troll King’s raid will not lead to the fall of the North itself?’
I guessed what that bastard and his sponsor, Benjamin, were thinking.
However, it is not a wise elite macho like me, but a reasoning tailored to the delusion in the brain of a madman.
‘Even if Alwyn collapses, it doesn’t mean there aren’t other territories in the north.’
It will be after the messengers have already gone to deliver the news to the owners of the territory, and if they join forces to defeat the Troll King’s army, the situation will end. If you can get rid of it.
‘And then kick out the lord of Alwyn, that is, Benjamin’s brother, for failing to protect the city properly? It’s obvious.’
That way, Benjamin can reign as Lord of Alwyn.
‘The Magi Magi under him will have that much power.’
Thinking that far, I remembered Edlin’s words.
─Yes. You won’t win in court if you don’t put out a brand new magic as a prize.
—If they really create a new line of magic, that’s how we’re participating in a moment in history, right? I want to leave it alone. The wizard guild will take care of it.
Didn’t Magimagi say that if they didn’t want to go to hell because they were accused of being one of the pakuri groups of the wizards’ guild, they had to offer a completely different system of magic as a product?
‘… Ulster’s magic is not based on runes. Bastard, he said he was the next high priest, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t thinking at all.’
The Picts’ imitation magic.
A technique that activates magic without chanting by carving mana tattoos!
If you can systematize and sell it, you will definitely have a chance in litigation.
‘If we obtain even the relics of the Winglings, our chances of winning will increase. I thought he was giving a shit, but he had a plan of his own.’
And are you planning on extracting military funds to realize that plan from that idioty aristocrat?
‘But even if it worked out as planned, Alwyn would be 100% cock-sucking, right? Will I be in a position to get financial aid after screwing up?’
Even if he is promised money through a contract or something, if Alwyn, who has accumulated the wealth, gets angry at the hands of the troll king, Benjamin may bankrupt and hang himself.
So are the lords of the north.
They also don’t want to be left behind, so we have to cooperate, but we won’t go back without receiving a review after sending the soldiers out.
If things went according to plan, the land ruled by the Alwyn family would have to be scattered here and there as if they were eaten by insects.
That’s all Benjamin needs to get a lordship, but damn Alwyn’s revival is going to cost him money and debt? How are you going to get the amount as much as the original goal?
‘Ah, it was. Didn’t that bastard see the Troll King’s army in person?’
Perhaps that ungrateful swindler thinks that the trolls are a little bit out of the dungeon.
But. How does it make sense for a fucking ogre and a troll to work together to form an army of over 100?
‘Besides, the Trolls and Magical Ogres who lead them?’
Hey fuck. I can’t ignore another world novel either. 82kg It’s better to read than a reverse harem story about a noble lady.
If I had read it in the newspaper, I would have laughed admiringly, saying, ‘The other world’s giraffes have lost their writing skills’.
‘It’s a plan that’s obviously going to be fucking shit from the point of view of actually seeing that troll king, but even if we persuade them, they won’t believe a damn thing.’
The troll king’s army was on a different level from the general mass outbreak of monsters.
According to my prediction, it would be easy for them to destroy this misty city beyond regeneration.
‘Persuasion is impossible, and if left unattended, he will tremble in agony while ruining the war situation. He’s not a real troll.’
I quietly frowned.
For those guys, their future is at stake. Even if I offered the sentence of the elder family and said ahem ahem, there was a high possibility that he would chew it and force it.
It could be said that it is comparable to the odds of the sorcerers getting away with the lure of the succubus.
“Stop, stop!”
─Thump! The lord hit the floor with his cane.
When Koganom kept his mouth shut, he spoke solemnly.
“I have neither the time nor the reason to listen to the fight between you from one to ten here. What do you want to say!”
“It’s simple. If we achieve outstanding results in defeating that monster army, please leave the land they are occupying to its original owner!”
Conand asked the question as if he wanted to. His blue eyes flashed like a hawk in front of its prey.
“If you do that, our Magimagi will fulfill the duty of protecting the territory that they did not do!”
