Chapter 480 – Traces and Records (11)
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After Nord left, Prince George said regretfully.
He said, “I was expecting an informal conversation between the princes, but I guess I was in vain.”
Half-seriously, half-jokingly, Hotulusil put his car down and half-opened his eyes.
“Did you seriously doubt it? The Nords are the royal family of the East… There seems to be some evidence that I don’t know about, right?”
“Are you insane?” Could have been taken as a sarcastic remark, but the prince who made Hotulusil tired only smiled.
“Yes. The illegitimate son of a fallen emperor hides in a foreign country and waits for an uprising… Isn’t that awesome?”
Prince George laughed nonchalantly.
“From what I have heard, there is only one Eastern country that discusses the purity of the nation. But coincidentally, the actions of the previous king of that country and the Nords are quite similar!”
“You mean that crippled sower?”
“… Uh, isn’t there a more elegant expression?”
“You can call me Jinryeonje (眞蓮帝). Or, as the people of that country call it, Jinryeok Daeje (眞蓮大帝), it doesn’t matter.”
“… It is difficult to follow the words of the East. Well, I think the Sower Great Emperor would be enough.”
It was a vulgar language not befitting royalty, but neither of them cared.
“Anyway, the great emperor of the sowing dog of Byznia, the country of light, who revealed his beauty, sat on the throne with a spear on his back and the support of the people, right? Heroes are born in troubled times.”
“Whether it’s a bard’s song or an adventure novel, you’d better cut it down a bit.”
Hotulusil shook his head at the historical record like a saga.
People in Western countries collectively call the East Kitai, but the country from which the title originated was destroyed before the elf Hotulusil was even born. Now, because of various things, there were only three countries in the East.
New Dynasty of Elves, Tatarnia.
Mongolia, a nomadic confederation.
Lastly, it is Byznia, the country of light.
And it was said that this prince was even delusional about whether the roots from the Baiznian dynasty were connected to the Nords.
Oh my God, an illegitimate prince.
It may be a suitable material for a reversal of an adventure story, but realistically, it is an absurd existence.
And even if it did exist, Hotulusil didn’t want to get entangled. He looked like he was just tired.
“Obviously, the previous emperor of Baiznia had touched so many women, so it is quite possible that there would be 1 or 2 illegitimate children even in the royal family… “
Hotulusil muttered disapprovingly.
Is it reasonable to say that an illegitimate son of royal blood is suddenly gaining fame by becoming an adventurer in a foreign country?
He wanted to sigh at the incongruity between the image of Nord he had heard in return and his title as a prince.
This impertinent prince couldn’t tell at first how much he was joking and how much he was serious. It meant that it was very tiring to deal with.
“But branch manager, didn’t you tell me too? Nords seemed accustomed to farming.”
“… Couldn’t it have been learned in Britannia?”
Hotulusil answered, recalling the first time he met Nord.
His hometown Tatarnia and its neighboring country Mongolia are countries of nomadic peoples.
But they were nomads not because they rejected farming. The reason is simply that there is not enough fertile land for farming. In the wilderness there is scarcely enough land flowing with milk and honey to settle down.
That was also the reason why Mongolia had ambition and resentment against Baiznia, which had excellent water resources.
“There is little to learn about farming in Mongolia and Tatarnia, right? However, the Nords are good at farming as well as the Kitai race, which is close to pure blood! Isn’t this almost all the evidence gathered?”
“You don’t have to be a prince, but you can be a citizen of Byznia. That alone seems to be a reasonable reasoning.”
Mongolia is a federation of many ethnic groups.
Snowfield peoples with white skin also exist, and they are not unified in the way of interacting with each other or fighting.
If a great master was born among them, they might have united as a nation, but the reality was that it was difficult for nomads who could not grow rice or density to increase their population.
If the population is small, it is difficult to give birth to a great figure of 1,000,000 people.
That’s probably why the three Eastern countries growled without realizing it, but couldn’t see the end.
And since Mongolia is a multi-ethnic country, it was impossible to be born with Kitai’s blood, like the Nords.
In addition, since it is a country where farming is difficult, it can be said that the possibility that the Nords, who had the appearance of a pure-blooded Kitai race and were accustomed to an agricultural society, was Weitznian.
‘Although it’s highly likely not.’
Tatarnia and Weiznia are not on good terms.
In the past, when Hotulusil claimed his identity, he was a Norse who didn’t mind. He’s from Byznia. It was a story that was not realistic unless he had considerable acting skills.
Haha! If it’s bullshit, there’s nothing you can do about it! If he really was the king’s illegitimate son, he couldn’t have been left unattended, but if not, wouldn’t he be one of the precious people of his country? Oops, I should have gotten an autograph!”
─Huruloop! Tuck your forehead! Said Prince George, after drinking and emptying the tea.
“Then I’ll sneak back before I get caught! It would be a big deal if the alter ego made by the escort gets caught!”
“Please.”
Hotulusil was exhausted and gave up thinking further. If he was aiming for this, it means that he saw through his personality, so he would have lost the battle of wisdom, but he was fine with losing a game he hadn’t even bet on.
Prince George, who was walking leisurely down the aisle, confirmed that there was no sign of anyone around him and said,
“How was it?”
“He was an unmistakable mithril class, and he was also a master with skills as a wizard.”
The answer came from the ceiling.
─Stupid. A dark elf came out of the vent as flexibly as a cat.
It was a space that would be difficult for other people to put their head in, but it did not get out of it and not even a speck of dust. It was an extreme technique that was indistinguishable from magic.
But it was worth it.
Because she, Gigijusia, is a Mithril class Assassin.
“You see that in your eyes? Then the rumors are not false.”
“Yes. Besides, he seemed to notice me to some extent.”
“Really? Phew, you did well not to quarrel.”
Prince George stroked his chest.
To the point of noticing this dark elf assassin. If that’s enough, you can definitely see it as a master of the mithril class.
If Gigi Jucia’s eyes revealed that she was a weak swindler, she would have been blacklisted and become the object of surveillance or vigilance, but if she was just an outstanding warrior, there would be no need to be vigilant.
How would you monitor a warrior who could even see through the stealth of an Assassin of the same class in the first place?
“… But I haven’t seen it myself, so how do you know?”
“It’s a persimmon. Don’t worry, my senses have never gone astray during surveillance. Please believe in the escort’s ability.”
“The secret was discovered?”
“… Since there was no one by the prince’s side, he became suspicious. There was an opportunity to find a presence, but even if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been caught.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Is it my fault I made a mistake. Sorry.”
Prince George slapped his hand and begged for forgiveness from the escort, whose eyes grew slightly ferocious. Gigi Jucia relaxed her eyes.
“Then why didn’t you entrust the request? Is that why you secretly came to that man?”
There was no other reason for nobles to secretly visit adventurers. The royal family is also doggingaegin in that respect.
Prince George delayed answering and looked at the garden.
Now that the sound of their conversation and their presence were hidden by Gigijusia’s magic, the wizards wandering around the garden did not even realize the existence of the conspicuous first prince and assassin.
After a commotion of less than two seconds, Prince George sighed.
“I lost my arm, what should I do? If I had brought it up, I would have turned it down. Even if it were me, I would want to rest for at least three months.”
“That’s because the prince is lazy.”
“Because it really is. After all, the throne should be your sister… What did that over-magical bitch go all the way to Narmer-Nile for? Doesn’t the crazy asshole feel sorry for his brother-in-law?”
It was a thick curse of zero hundred seconds.
Even with the bloody murmurs of the escort target, who recalled her innate murderous intent against her own sister, Juicia couldn’t help it. As a dark elf, she knows very well that her siblings rarely get along well.
And the fact that ‘her first princess went to Narmer-Nile, where warlocks are rampant’ was news that made her head ache even to Gigi Jucia, who was only her employee.
─Aww. Prince George pulled her hair in anguish.
“Ha, a horo bitch, really… I can’t fall behind… Leave all the hard work to that bitch and I say sucking honey is the best… Where else is there an adventurer who will find the royal family in that wide Narmer-Nile…”
“Worry about it later, and go into the swamp first. I’m tired of continuing to use magic.”
“Look at the guy named subordinate. I don’t have any ties, no ties. After all, I shouldn’t be a king.”
The grumbling prince was put on standby in the
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“You mean an item that checks the properties? If that’s the case, fortunately I can give it to you right away.”
As soon as Cromwell heard the story, he boastfully boasted of reconsider.
Well, it’s like bad stock, so I’d appreciate it if you buy it. I grinned.
“Thank you. I plan to buy it right away and go back, but if you have anything to say, I’ll listen.”
“Of course, you must have left your poison, but you can’t hold on to it. Just… I need to talk to that friend.”
‘That friend’ that Cromwell spoke of was, of course, Tyrsi.
“Tirshi Armashnas 6-star wizard.”
“Yep!”
Tirsi responds with great spirit.
Who would think of her as her ignorant smile firing machine until a few minutes ago. In reply, Cromwell reached out and banged his fingers on the table.
“You signed a contract with the guild as a researcher. You get paid in exchange for conducting personal research and guild requests. Is that correct?”
“Yep!!”
“However, on the day when you were obligated to work, you have already been absent from work twice without notice. And every few days and weeks.”
“Yep! Sorry!!”
“Of course, I fully understand your situation. But just as I understand your situation, you must also understand the situation and position of the guild. It is a matter of equity.”
“Yep! You are right!!”
The answer was quick. I feel like I’m getting scolded too.
Cromwell stopped his fingers and said.
“You are taking a pay cut for the time being. If similar things continue to happen, each time there may be a pay cut or, in the worst case, a layoff. It is not a guild withdrawal, but it remains in the record.”
For social workers, in some sense, it is more fatal than losing a salary.
Cromwell sighed deeply as if he was very troubled when he saw Tirsi, whose eyebrows drooped even though his posture was stiff.
“And if you’re in such trouble, you’d better resign first. There is no penalty for quitting research and returning to guild membership. Didn’t you say that you belong to the Adventurer’s Guild?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you Mr. Armasunas a member of Mr. Nord’s party? He seems to have more opportunities to make it in the world than an ordinary guild branch researcher who doesn’t have much work to do.”
The wizard guild, like the archeology world, also gives you a promotion if you throw artifacts, but?
I twisted my head and found Tyrsi hesitant. And he put on a nice smile.
“We don’t care. Rather, it would be reassuring if Tyrsi would come to help more often, right?”
“Is that so?”
Tyrsi’s ears twitched.
What could be better than getting two yellow cards and risking a red line on your spec sheet? I don’t know anything about promotions, so I can’t tell you anything.
Cromwell also relaxed his expression and smiled.
“Think about it. Do you hear a lot of bad things about leaving work to others? Freelancing may be a bit cumbersome, but isn’t freedom a wage worth it?”
“Somehow, this is a statement that makes me feel real. Do you have an experience?”
“Who will do the work when the branch manager is not there? It’s something I voluntarily ask for money and build a career, but there are times when I feel unfair.”
Glkman. Even if you get a lot of money, grad students are shit.
But since you’re sticking your neck out yourself, I won’t count you as a graduate student. Those who have a place to return should not easily guess the 365 days of the bottomless pit.
“Thank you for your purchase!”
I bought a basket full of things I needed for the staff who had stocked up in advance. Cromwell had to go back, so he was going to say goodbye, and to have a meal since he had come this far.
“Tirshi. Would you like to have lunch together? I will shoot.”
“A meal? Whoops, of course. It kind of reminds me of the past.”
Thankfully, Tirthy answered right away with a smile. Even though the salary was low, it seems that he was not very heartbroken.
‘Or was it that he didn’t want to whine or make a grin in front of me who caused it?’
If that’s the case, can I blame myself?
There are people who have deep thoughts.
“My dear, my dear. I? You’re not going to just throw in the bird feed and have a meal with yourselves, right? If that’s true, I’ll cry from the bottom of my heart.”
“While we are eating, who is going to do an involuntary check? Let’s just eat together. Tirsi says, the food here is pretty good.”
If something happens, I’ll frown at the young lady and cover the country’s prince by revealing that he’s been hiding here.
So we went to the restaurant inside the wizard guild.
-Bubijeok.
After collecting the order, I told the menu as a representative, and a cat rubbed against my feet.
For a moment, I thought it was someone else’s familiar, but it’s a familiar face. It’s not Teresa, but it’s a stray cat I’ve seen a few times in town. And seeing as this bastard’s fur has improved so much…
“Did you enjoy your business trip?”
Someone with blond hair spoke from behind the pillar. He is a detective and thief with our cat Teresa on his head.
‘… You bastard is yoloing his life.’
Seeing that he is conscious of the direction of the national rule in detective films, it seems that he is enjoying life as much as he was when he was stealing. I clung to the pole like an undercover agent contacting the FBI.
“Looking at what you’re doing, you seem to have mastered
“The news that my arm is gone is shocking, so I have to be able to stay still.”
“I’ll put it on soon. Until then, I’m thinking about buying a prosthetic arm.”
“Your sister will like it. Oh, and the requested investigation has been completed.”
What did I ask for?
Let’s see. Alwyn’s investigation is over, and if it’s
‘Ah, I see.’
There was another request I asked for again.
As I listened, phantom thief detective Catherine said.
“I found out the whereabouts of the president of Toostars, Zoid Toostars.”
