9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword - Chapter 192

Episode 192

Episode 72. Somehow, the slave liberator< 3) The boss took a few men to serve as sailors and immediately prepared the ship. Several times he brought cold water and poured it on the floor to wake up his fainted men. The unlucky winning subordinates and the boss had to stay with Yuma for a week. “For every meal, bring a dish of freshly caught sea fish. Got it?” “Would there be a difference!” The boss spit out all the curses that exist in the world in his heart. The early morning wind blowing through the missing front teeth was very cold. The party boarded a small boat prepared by the boss. Of course, the crappy boats of the back alley junkies were not equipped with spirit navigation devices. Ballinan could summon the wind spirit to increase the ship's movement speed, but it was so weak that it wouldn't even show. Therefore, the ship of the party could not catch up with the slave distribution ship bound for Nabalu that had departed earlier. Yuma just hoped that the nobles' slave auction schedule would not be immediately after the arrival of the slave distribution ship. If the slave auction started and the cog was sold, how to sort out the buyer and the seller would be satisfactory A ••. With that thought in mind, Yuma gritted his teeth. In any case, if there were people who were Nabalu's nobles and royalty and treated Kog carelessly, he promised that it would not end well. “It can't be like this! I really can't do this! Heaven has abandoned me!” Meanwhile, Lung had been cursing Yuma and blaming Heaven for several hours in his mansion in Azif's Light Stream. He couldn't take his eyes off the black smoke rising from the place where his castle was. everything was on fire Seongseong, the hopeful future, and the heart of Rong Doge. After starting to trade with the emperor of the East, Rugal Raijin, Lung's life went smoothly. Loong was not originally a slave trader, but a person who only deals with information. Rather, the slave trade started with the suggestion of Rugal. Even though it was a land where slavery was strictly prohibited, Rung could not figure out why Lugal Lai Jin, who was at the top of the country, had him run a slave store. In any case, the slave business, which was started with the initial capital and the support of blindly obedient warriors from Rugal, was always prosperous enough that the ban on slavery was colorless. In the process, Lung realized that humans eventually want to command other humans. There were endless wars in the East and West, slaves were plentiful, and there were many idiots like Omir who took them and gave them to themselves. There was no such thing as an exhalation. To Lung, the world was literally a field of money. “But now everything is ruined!” Lung Doge turned his head and looked at Cherkin. Cherkin was staring into space with a blank face like a man whose soul had gone out. The vital part that Yuma hit was still throbbing. No, it wasn't throbbing. I was sick to the point of dying. He was enduring the pain with superhuman endurance. The healing spirits under Lung's command had already finished examining and treating Cherkin's vital parts. The pain was indescribable, but fortunately there was no abnormality in function. However, the fact that the testicles were intact did not mean that Haseo's pride was not crushed. “Cherkin! Say something! Do you know how much money I gave to King Haseo?” Cherkin listened quietly. Lung was so angry that he couldn't stand it, and pointed at Cherkin carelessly. “Are you saying you can’t properly deal with one such scumbag? Are you really the number one sword!” After saying that, it was Lung who got scared for nothing. She wondered what would happen if Cherkin turned a blind eye and harmed her. However, when Cherkin continued to show no reaction, Loong decided to let out a bolder curse. To that extent, Lung could not contain his anger. “Haseo is the best sword? Are you the best at what you do? A passing dog will laugh at you. you are a crap It's a lot of crap! incompetent! Go and die!” Jump! Cherkin lifted himself up heavily. Unknowingly, Lung pulled himself out and broke into a cold sweat. “Are you going to hit me too? Gotta do this to your king!” chuck. Cherkin grabbed his greatsword that was leaning against the wall. He dragged his greatsword and moved toward Lung. His eyes were full of life. Lung's escorts drew their weapons in a cold sweat. “I really want to tell the old king... Aaaaaaa!” Cherkin raised his greatsword, and a thick shadow covered Lung's face. As Lung's escorts were contemplating how to respond, Cherkin's attitude changed strangely. He laid the greatsword on his side and grasped the blade and handle. The blade was pointed at his head, making it look like a ritual. “What are you doing!” “Cherkin! Why are you like this!” The escorts who watched Cherkin's actions urgently shouted in panicked voices. It was because the way he brought the greatsword to his head looked like someone trying to commit suicide. Sighs... There was a slight sound of the blade cutting something, and soon after, Loong and the escorts became solemn and shut their mouths. It was his own hair that Cherkin had cut off with his great sword. The hair, which was tied up in several layers, was severely cut off. In the first place, he didn't come to show Lung this side of him. It was to see the mirror next to Lung. In the mirror, I saw the shabby face of a soldier who had lost his honor. It was Haseo's first sword, Cherkin himself. “I will surely wash away this disgrace... Lung and the escorts stepped aside and said, “They say he’s crazy… What is that? meaning. They say they don’t know what’s inside their heads.” Loong put his hand on his forehead and began to think about how to get revenge on the son of a bitch named Bar Mol or Yuma and what excuse he should give to Rugal. * * * Getting on the boat by hitting someone was pleasant as always. “I'll be there in two hours now! Hehehe." The head of a janitor who must have done all kinds of campaigning in a small village became a flatterer in a week. “Hmm.” Until now, Yuma had been beaten up by countless bastards. There were various kinds of stowaways, bandits, pirates, thieves, slavers, and so on. Every time he beat them up or killed them, Yuma would realize that the world is a very difficult place to understand. “Even a guy like you is a gangster and farts against the common people. What a world... “Hehe! Oh, you're a thug. I plan to go back to my hometown and live a good life! By the way, Santi is a villain that cannot be compared to someone like me.” “I didn’t ask.” Yuma answered stoically and looked for Val Renann. In the past week, I was able to receive two reports from the spirits of Ballinan. The spirits searched the eastern land in their own special way. Unfortunately, I haven't asked for any news about my colleagues yet. Instead, the spirits were able to find traces of the monster Yuma requested. “I don’t know if he possesses purple blood, but he said he saw a strange monster that he had never seen before in this land?” “What does it look like?” “Once it had wings. It's near the Kingdom of Sylmar. Are there still winged monsters left?” Among monsters since ancient times, there were no flying species. The monster that the spirit saw seemed to be Amanzo's family. The same monster that fought with an enormous radish when he lost consciousness. According to Calcis' expression, he even showed inaction to the extent that he was mistaken for a 'grand master' even when he lost consciousness. 'Then, it's a fairly strong monster... What if there were not just one monster, but many? What if those monsters are collecting human souls and offering them to Amanzo, just like Secron did in Yoheim? It was terrible. It was nothing short of a global catastrophe. Heize and his gang did well to summon such a thing to royalties. In my heart, I wanted to go to Emperor Rugal right away and inform him of this situation. There is a demon lurking in the land of the east, so organize an alliance yourself and step on it before he regains his power. In fact, it was a problem that would not be strange even if the entire Eastern land joined forces. But, as always, those in power will not act without sufficient justification. Besides, knowing that the starting point of the disaster was the former Chancellor and former Grand Duke of Kyle's empire... My head was pounding. Unlike himself, who went through the Dragon Horse War and experienced time reversal, ordinary people had no sense of crisis at all. I'd rather everyone were regressors. The comparison would have been really easy. Yuma pushed the futile thoughts to one side. because it arrived on land. Although Nabalu was a small country, it was a pretty beautiful country. The building technology and craft culture are quite developed, so even though it is a small port, it has a strangely luxurious atmosphere. However, it was not the time to observe the exterior of the city. “I’ll go straight to that guy named Santi.” “Yes, I will prepare right away!” Soon, the boss took his men and stopped by a few shops around the wharf. It was to ask if Santi had collected money today. “The collection is scheduled for today. He'll probably be back in about an hour.” He was a tavern owner. Yuma decided to sit down at the bar and wait for Santi to come while drinking beer. “Does that Santi collect money at a small shop like this?” “Yes yes. Maybe it's because he was a pirate in the past, so he's a guy with no blood or tears.” While the owner was restless listening to the conversation between Yuma and the boss, Santi arrived. Santi, who was the type who liked to show off, began touring the shops of the marina with a confident gait, leading more than twenty men. Yuma sipped his beer while watching the scene through the small hinged door of the tavern. As expected, even compared to bugs, by Yuma's standards, they were insignificant arches that made bugs feel a little more threatening. Soon after, Santi burst into a hearty laugh and entered the tavern. "ha ha ha! i came Let's finish the collection quickly! uh? what. Arch, why did you come here after sending your slave yesterday?” Archie was the name of the bastard boss who was beaten up by Yuma. This guy's name was Archie. It wasn't a name to remember, so Yuma just sipped beer. “Oh Santi. Someone wants to meet you, so I brought it myself.” Santi thought. I came through the arch, but if it's not Loong, I don't need to hear more. "okay? Let's see who he is... heeik!” However, Santi, who turned her head to Yuma, was suddenly startled. He was so surprised that he even kicked his ass in front of over 20 subordinates. While drinking beer, Yuma tilted her head at Santi's strange reaction. “Great man! Save me! Wrong!” Isn't that not enough, so Santi is on his face and apologizes to Yuma? Yuma couldn't understand why this bastard was acting like this. this is fresh again Did you mistake me for someone else? I've seen a lot of bad guys, but this was the first time. Omir and Ballinan, as well as Archie, had no idea what was going on. "who are you? I know?" "sorry! sorry!" It was the first time Santi's men had seen their boss, who was famous for not having blood or tears, do this. So, they followed the boss and fell down. “No, something you are sorry for me is going to happen in the future. Have you ever seen me?” “Ah ah ah. yes that's right All right. That... You guys, get out of here for a while.” Santi's men rushed out of the tavern. Santi cleared his throat a few times before revealing his true identity. ---------------------------------------