Chapter 765 – The Crown Dances in the Palace (6)
─Tuk. Larry Lura put down her axe.
“Honesty is not always a virtue, Mr. Winston.”
‘Can’t you see these muscles? There aren’t many smart people for a guy with a lot of muscles.〉
〈… That’s prejudice.〉
‘According to my experience, it is. I pretend to roll my head over the form, but when I look at it, my thoughts are simple. As well as what you do Ah, thanks to that, being stubborn and having a clear sense of purpose is a strength in itself.〉
Fuck.
I asked briefly, ignoring Lari Lura’s desperate laughter.
– Basrak. Winston pulls out a wooden shield. It was wrapped in cloth, so the pattern was not visible.
… Dadet? ‘He took out the hidden card as an old man.’ It seems that the back boat was an elder. A sponsor at the same level as Elder Cornelius? You were a better man than I thought. ‘Did Winston feel that the situation was unusual?’ It may be that if you continue to wait, the follow-up hyenas will come. 〈… What is the family name?〉 Oh, that’s right. Then there is nothing you can do ‘Clairvoyance ON.’ I pierced the fabric with clairvoyance and inspected the pattern. Of course, I studied at least the names and families of the elders who were on the same level as my previous water owner. I skimmed through the pattern and figured out the identity of the family. Even if I told you the name, you wouldn’t know it was Rariru, so I omitted it. It didn’t seem fake anyway. To kill? Ok let’s kill Winston chuckled, unaware that she would have been murdered if Larry Lura had not put her hand on her shoulder and forced her to sit down. ‘Fuck, I’ll have to hurry up to get rid of this skin on my face.’ I don’t care much about what kind of male writer Sellustia is, but since she can’t mess with the laws of a caste country, the illegal control of the entrance to the ruins can be pierced. ‘It’s only a few hours. They probably haven’t figured out my identity yet.’ But they’ve already fought once. If you drag out time, you will be caught and left behind. As long as she knows that she uses a bow, she’ll find it right away.
‘Send someone. I will write an epistle.〉
I sent Winston back. Since she has to hide her handwriting, she intends to stamp her golden necklace like a stamp on a letter written by Lari Lura in a puppet.
Lari Lu, she said as she emerged from her puppet.
“If you take the mercenaries back after collecting the artifact, this undercover trip will be over♡!”
“Uh. Just in case, keep in touch with the expedition headquarters.”
You just have to move the headquarters here.
Perfect score if aggro is pulled that way.
‘If you’re not attracted to it, you get a point if you come to the front of the ruins with
If you come in to kill me while watching with clairvoyance and animal drones, then you can fight away from the party. These radar eyes really suck.
‘There’s no need to get involved in the exploration team members who are lagging behind in their abilities.’
If you move right away, you might find out your identity?
Even if I moved cautiously, since I fought a round earlier, whether it was the
Having fought, neither of them had the ability to detect or have a head.
I even laughed as I wore a bruenak on my wrist.
“Priscilla. There must be at least eight mithril classes, are you confident?”
“Aha♡! This is an unsuitable question for you, isn’t it?”
Even though her face was different, it was Lari Lura, Lari Lura. She is the world’s liveliest girl who blows her V.
“Compared to Wooshin or the resurrected undead drunkard, he is an enemy that falls one level lower? Now, there is no reason to be afraid of the same person just because you are a bit strong♡!”
“What is it? You are confident.”
“I’ll be by your side, too~ Today’s Laliru is a woman who doesn’t know anything about fear!”
After eating a few pieces of the dragon’s heart, did she graduate from her bird breast? I laughed lightly.
“Time is a game. Let’s hurry.”
“Yep! I’ll bring you a letter and come back!”
While Lari Lura went down, I sat on the bed and squinted her eyes.
‘I saw their skills and movements.’
If you fight each other, you can win.
If I hadn’t seen the kill angle in the first place, I wouldn’t have hit it.
‘As long as there are no variables other than what I saw in the ruins, there’s no problem.’
But what if there are variables?
‘… Shall I send a letter to my wives asking them to recharge Valkyrie’s mana?’
That should be enough to buy you time.
That’s when I picked up a feather pen with dry ink.
─Tap, pop.
“Yes?”
Something red fell on the stationery. When I roughly wiped my nostrils, nosebleeds came out.
“… Fatigue built up.”
I’m not even a graduate student, but my nose is bleeding all over.
I reflexively diagnosed my condition and physical condition and pulled out the toilet paper.
I confirmed that the magic I received earlier was non-toxic, and I drank a lot of potions, so it should be fine. Still, I was the one who pointed out the Mac etc. In the category that I could do alone.
‘It’s no big deal.’
I even looked at the face I didn’t want to see with Odin’s eyes in the mirror, but there was no change.
It tickles my stomach a little.
“… Oh right.”
I’ve been starving since morning.
We don’t have time. Let’s eat beef jerky.
─Cow~ Caw~.
For some reason, I think I can hear bruenak groaning. Is it an illusion
***
In the workshop in the basement of the mansion, Baron Sellustia spoke very clearly.
Zael, displeased with the damp cellar, frowned.
〈… Failed?〉
Said the baron, somehow very amused.
Try again. Zael, who was about to say that, hesitated when his mouth did not open well.
Instead, he raised another question.
〈… Why did you fail?〉
‘I poured salt water into the sea. It was enough for a person to die a hundred times.〉
─Clark, rattle.
Responding with metaphorical language, the baron began rummaging through the shelf and the magic reagents scattered around it. Zael refrained from trying to lick his tongue.
‘An artifact or something like that? Enough to withstand the baron’s curse.〉
‘Anyway, it’s very interesting. Very much.〉
It wasn’t until then that Jael noticed that the baron’s manner of speaking and behavior had suddenly changed as he was overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the workshop. There was not a single hint of timidity to be seen.
The tone of the person seems to have changed from before the curse was applied.
Did failing to curse the owner of the blood hit a chord?
‘The image I was showing back then could have been acting.’
It didn’t matter to Jael.
Rather, wouldn’t it be more comfortable than stammering and checking every word you say?
─Tuk, rolling around.
A stuffed fish head rolls at his feet. Jael took a step to the left.
“What have you been looking for since before?”
〈Didn’t you say that there was one vacancy?〉
Stupid question. But it was also an answer.
〈I know you can’t immediately fill the vacant seat of a person who lost his life.〉
“Eight of us is enough.”
‘Nine is a perfect number. Eight is not.
─Pararak. After looking through the old documents, he threw them away and took out a carefully wrapped box.
〈… Do whatever you want.〉
After weighing the gains and losses, Zael accepted.
It didn’t matter as long as it didn’t get in the way. There is simply no willingness to protect the body of the baron.
─It’s blurry. The baron laughed as if the muscles in his expression melted and took out a book from the box. A magic book Jael checked his watch. “It will be a race against time. I just move.〉 ‘Let’s just say we hurried. From what you’ve said, it seems that the assailant uses the rune of old gods. They will probably run away if their safety is in danger.〉 Jael’s eyes widened. “Do you know what that bizarre dimension leap is?” His anger poured out on the baron, who hadn’t said anything when he heard the story. However, the baron answered while rummaging through his luggage despite the coercion, which was barely different from killing himself. 〈… The runes I know aren’t that powerful.〉 Jael was silent. There are many things you learn when you become the head of the enforcer special forces. 〈This is a reality altering tool created with the most outstanding power of God. That should be possible.〉 There was an expression I didn’t know well, but it was a common occurrence between the same wizards, unless it was their area of expertise. Jael prioritized loyalty over that. ‘You already know this, but it’s pointless. Didn’t I tell you that modern humans can’t use it?〉 Zael didn’t ask if he meant he wasn’t human. That terrifying dimension-jumping ability. If he wasn’t human, he’d make more sense of that.
The baron wrote runes in the air with his fingers.
‘The runes are words. It is contaminated.〉
〈… Contaminated?〉
〈Text is a means of conveying one’s will. If the letters with power are contaminated, it will have a profound effect on the minds and souls of those who hear, write, and read. The sky god was concerned about that before he was alive.〉
〈… What if it affects you?〉
“How are you? Obvious question. Isn’t text also a means of acquiring knowledge?”
The baron’s head spun. He was laughing
‘The soul is enlightened. My eyes are opened and I gain wisdom.〉
Jael looked at the stuffed animal rolling across the floor.
A stuffed fishman’s head that rolled around like a decoration.
〈… Like the false gods of Azteca?〉 The baron smiled broadly and raised the wand he had been searching for. ‘It’s been a long chat. Let’s go.〉 Dozens of runes swirled incessantly within the jewel of the wand.
