Chapter 547 – The White Winged Grim Reaper (3)
“Please help my wife, Elizabeth.”
He said with a selfless, innocent look.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but there are so many problems that could threaten my wife’s safety in this unknown world. I came up from the last tier, but she’s probably coming down from above.”
“… You mean the last tier?”
“Yes. I heard that the 8th floor was the last ordeal, and I fell there from the beginning. However, I couldn’t find any sign of my wife’s spirit anywhere on the 8th floor.”
“So the princess must have been upstairs. And in time… You must have come to the 7th floor already?”
“I think so. Of course, I know that I am not in a position to dare to ask for a favor. I also know that no matter what I say, it will not be persuasive under these circumstances.”
I nodded, not having anything to say.
How light is the earnestness of man to serve when he is in need! Our dicks are different when we go into the bathroom and when we come out.
And he, being a noble noble enough to be chosen as his sire by the next queen, should know better.
“Please accept. It’s not enough to be a reward, but this is the key to the subspace where I collect my personal jewelry.”
Gildart took out a solid gold key from his bosom. It was a magic item.
As soon as I accepted the key, he said as if he was relieved.
“If you use it in a designated location, it is a property that can easily build a castle. If you rescue her wife, I will give you the location of that space. If you don’t feel like it, you don’t have to tell me about me after saving Elizabeth.”
“… What do you mean you don’t have to tell me?”
“Go find Elizabeth and tell the Death Knight that I am dead. And if you give me the key along with my words, her wife will trust Nord, and she will tell you the location of A-space after leaving the pyramid.”
That casual talk made me realize that this man had been thinking of this plan behind his wife’s back for a long time.
If what he said was true, this was a plan that could have been possible only when the princess was tricked into exchanging secret words.
“If you want, I will also give you that noisy sword. Of course, if you leave this place, you will be able to receive thanks and compensation from Elizabeth again.”
“… I understand what you are trying to say.”
As I was rolling the key I received as an advance payment in the palm of my hand, I saw the man who was willing to give up his life for his wife.
His wounds are deep. He would most likely die unless the elves healed him.
You must have roughly noticed that I, accompanied by an elf knight, could decide his treatment with just a few words.
He gives up everything he has and wants his wife to get out of Delco somehow.
Those pure eyes! I was able to know as the same married man.
Gildart’s love for his wife is real.
‘Ah—I see.’
Was it like that? I understood and sympathized with the essence of this slightly awkward man.
‘Are you, too, a forager for one person?’
And not a polygamous harem man like me, but a polygamous husband! Isn’t it a love more noble and pure than mine? It was because he wanted to live his whole life looking only at Elizabeth.
If so, he is the ultimate macho beyond the realm of forage.
In other words, it was pure macho.
“… Reward will be gratefully received. To be honest, the current situation is not easy to work for free.”
I took care of what I had to take care of while developing the civil servant speech method. What do you have to refuse?
Then, with a gesture, he called out to the elf knight. When I said a few simple words, he showed a slightly unreliable expression for some reason, but when he saw the butterfly sitting on my shoulder, he agreed as if he knew.
I got down on one knee across the barbed wire and said.
“Gildart. If you are her beloved wife, save her with your own hands.”
─Rumble! The elf knight opened the prison where Gildart was imprisoned with the prison key and the release magic.
Gildart had a surprised face. The bastard caught all the hookahs, and now it’s worth watching.
As someone from the 21st century, married men don’t catch Gao. Algan?
“The princess would be much more pleased if you went to get it yourself. Isn’t it?”
In my hand I held out over the barbed wire, there was a wound healing potion that my wives had filled in the subspace.
Well, to be honest, my honest impression is that even considering that he is an aristocrat, the way he speaks and behaves is a little off-putting.
But I can’t kill people or let them die just because I’m skinny.
Only then will I not be able to express my anger proudly at the professors for eternity in the future, and after returning to the earth, I will become a character-breaker who kills people just because I was hit with a shoulder strap.
‘If this bastard changes her attitude and becomes like a dick, then she just doesn’t have to meet her.’
And, I won’t say anything about this because it feels like putting candles on this macho-like grand spirit…
‘… Isn’t there a possibility that the process of taking the key to Erje and saying the secret phrase itself is a kind of test?’
Magic items are unmistakably genuine, but did you know?
Gildart and Ergé might have agreed to use this secret phrase for a bastard who might betray us, and let’s use this secret phrase when leaving a will without hesitation.
I went to the next queen and said, ‘Deer! Proud of it!”
I can’t ignore the possibility that it’s a structure where Elizabeth realizes at that moment that I’m an asshole who wants to extort money from her by tricking her into leaving her husband dead. If it were me, I would have done that.
Elisabeth would hold back the bloody tears flowing inside her, and from the moment she left, she would come up with a plan to kill me.
Practically and forage-wise, it was crazy to measure the angle of the head here.
‘I think it’s best to just get the key, be kind, and then go out on a friendly note.’
What if you get shot in reverse there?
Hmm… What is not an honorary nobleman in Romania. If you beg the elders, you can get a seat, right?
Awesome…
While I was banging on the abacus, the door opened.
Gildart humbly received my potion with both hands and nodded resolutely.
“… Thanks, Nord. I swear on my family and sword that I will never forget this favor.”
“Don’t even say respectful words. Can you go outside the pyramid and get imprisoned for a crime combo?”
“Nord-sama, please be less modest when you speak. If so, I will speak comfortably.”
“Yes? Oh well, that’s right.”
You just have to treat them like you would treat them in moderation. If you feel bad, then you can go and change it.
“Hmm. Then… Best of luck, Nord.”
“Yes. That’s it.”
So we shook hands a little awkwardly.
Eating the next queen’s husband and friends is considered an achievement?
***
After liberating Gildart with diplomatic special privilege (no responsibility), I went to see the Elf Queen.
She’s a bitch that looks like that Yerna. She suddenly loses her temper.
Oh no fuck. You shouldn’t keep judging people by their faces.
‘Still, can’t I judge by the length of my ears?’
Wouldn’t Odin also understand and say, ‘Oh, that’s recognition’?
Even though her PTSD seemed to shake her realization a little, she met Delphinia, the elven queen, in her throne room. It seems that his resistance to theft of thesis has risen because he hasn’t written a thesis lately.
Still, my new best friend, Gildart, is the princess’s raw-thermal biological dildo, so just talk to him. Fuck.
《About the fog surrounding the forest, if there are any newly revealed facts, I would like to hear them.》
I ask while eating a vegan Western meal that only has grass.
In fact, it was a newly revealed fact, and I didn’t know anything about the fog, so I was trying to listen to something.
And originally, I was just going to ask this and get into action right away, but Delphinia called me and I was brought here like this.
No matter how much [Rio Alp] Is said to be a different concept from the royal family of the human race, is it true that it takes 10 minutes to have an audience with the representative of the race? FuckP’s sense of time is really asshole…
《Basic information about fog remains the same. It was about 4 months ago that a strange fog appeared in the barrier of the Old Gods that protects Alfheim Forest.”
Delphinia wiped her mouth with a napkin and said. I was worried that a Mini Yerna might pop out next to him, but luckily the professor’s seed hadn’t even germinated yet.
《As written in the letter, we see this as an abnormal climate caused by the mana of the forest.》
《Do you mean it is a natural phenomenon?》
“Yeah. But whatever the reason, the space magic circle that needs to drive out foreign enemies is also effective on the same people, so we need a busy solution. Otherwise, all elves will not be able to leave Alfheim.”
《… I’m sure you’re not too worried.”
“Thank you for your words. The god of death is kind.”
I think I’m going to die trying to listen to Yerna Voice while eating grass.
But this kind of self-denial training will strengthen my spirit. Let’s use it as a foundation for my future master class. It’s never mentally victorious. It’s like penance in Buddhism.
“But, isn’t this fog itself someone’s malice?”
I just openly asked the question, thinking that the NPC would be my opponent anyway.
Elves will not be able to leave Alfheim? Isn’t it what chews want to destroy this brilliant kingdom?
It’s not important enough information that I need to know right now, but there was also a thought that there would be nothing to lose if I could hear from the person responsible in the past about what happened.
Then Delphinia smiled and answered.
“No. No matter how much you fight against the years, it has become worn out, but it is a divine barrier. If it was by someone else’s hand, it would really have to be the wrath of a god.”
《… That’s fine.”
God’s wrath, for some reason it’s getting more sinister. Some of the chews I know are the ones who plunder the power of God and exploit it.
‘Oh shit, I don’t know.’
Even if this was the work of
Even Sehetefibra would have done a balance patch, and the only thing to be wary of was the Death Knight and the white armored knight.
《… Then, I will investigate with the friend I freed from prison.”
“Can you do that already? You can rest for a few days… 》
No, I’m in a hurry.
Are you free, my dear queen? It seems that the other elves also live leisurely like they have guts.
‘Is it especially because I have a lot of life left?’
Well, there is no Jammin who does homework with 30 days left before vacation.
However, the end of such a laid-back view of life is the end of destruction for humans who live as if every second was a waste. It’s ironic.
Did the American leaderns say that the United States was so rich that they did not pay attention to pioneering or technological development?
It’s not a sin to be rich and leisurely, but it seems like a perfect prey for invaders.
Even though the world is different, human history was repeating itself.
“Are you done talking?”
As we headed towards the gate, Gildart, who was fully equipped, said.
The wound hasn’t healed yet, but it won’t be a burden. Transformation magic wasn’t something he could use, so I just threw a mask at him.
It’s a fucking ugly mask that Lalilura, who was bored, ruined while imitating Fran’s sculpture.
“Yes. Let’s go As I said, I will find and kill the warlock and find Elizabeth. Ah, the clues to the cross of the sun.”
“Understood. It’s a fistfight, but I can’t help it.”
“If you have a better plan, tell me. If you twist… You know?”
“No, I said it without thinking. I’m the type of person who has a bad head and has reached a level after struggling with my body. It’s more comfortable this way.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a boast.”
When I gave him the pickle, Gildart smiled and gave me the paper.
“I know something, though. Keep it It is a picture of the cross of the sun.”
“Eh? What? Where did you get this from?”
This man didn’t farm butterflies upstairs, so he didn’t even hear about the ordeal?
I blinked and Gildart shrugged his shoulders.
“I drew it. The cross of the sun is something like a pharaoh’s scepter. I’ve seen it.”
“Ah, that’s fine. Then, Sehetefibra, who said she sent it to Alfheim, was overdoing it.”
I admire the painting skills that are more plausible than I thought. It’s not as good as Fran, but it was enough to tell them apart just by looking at it. It would be much easier if you just knew what it looked like.
However, Gildart shook his head as if he felt sorry for him.
“No. That’s not it. The Cross of the Sun has never escaped the hands of a pharaoh in the history of Narmer-Nile. Leaking the relics of a god that symbolizes royal authority is nothing but sophistry.”
“What?”
“Leave it to a trustworthy person and send it to the elven kingdom? I mean the premise itself sounds like a dream. Follow your word.”
Gildart tightened the belt around his sword and shook his head.
“The owner of this pyramid did not send the cross of the sun to the elven kingdom during his lifetime. Or you couldn’t send it. Of course, the fog wouldn’t have lifted.”
Hearing his words, I caught sight of the kingdom anew.
If so, was this class created based on Sehetefibra’s regrets?
If he hadn’t helped Alfheim and his friends who lived there, who praised him for being beautiful, he would have regretted it even after his death, leaving a lingering remnant.
I just re-read Dana’s reply.
Unlike me, who had a limited field of expertise and obtained a degree by cheating, Dr. Dana, who had memorization skills and was very good at world history, answered my questions promptly.
─Sehete Fibra? That’s the end of the golden age, the last pharaoh of an ancient civilization?
──It’s a hypothesis because there are few credible sources, but it’s almost certain. In the last 10 years, there have been no relics worth bringing to the Carmine University lab, so you might be ignorant.
—The period of his reign was from 663 to 665 in the golden calendar. It’s only two and a half years.
I quietly closed the note.
The trial of the 7th floor… No, it seemed like he knew roughly why the dream was created.
‘… Around the time Sehetefibra was still a pharaoh, the elven kingdom was destroyed.’
Maybe, because she couldn’t reach out to save her in her lifetime.
