Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 526
As the atmosphere matured, I found out that I was very drunk.
As for how much he counted, he had a drunken battle with all the unknown eight-legged warchiefs that Redel, who had grown drunk, had brought around in the evening, and he was strong enough to survive alone.
Thanks to this, the area around me now is an amphitheater of onlookers staring in astonishment at the countless kegs we’ve shaken off and the warchiefs whose complexions have faded.
“This, this is ridiculous…”
Redel, who was the most drunk, has long since collapsed first. It was the matriarch of the fourth step who held out until the end.
As soon as she put her glass down with difficulty, she saw me hitting the glass with one shot.
“The Dragon Slayer has defeated all the Warchiefs!”
Unsuitable for living in a ger, the prisoners’ drink was close to whiskey. It was a drink I was used to, so I was thinking of drinking it in moderation and then quitting if it was difficult, but as it went beyond my imagination, I felt strange belatedly.
Even when he had a great fight with Siegfried in the Empire, he certainly drank well, but it didn’t compare to that. At first, I thought it was because the alcohol was weak, but the reason was completely different.
The body is recovering on its own, as if it had written a spell for detoxification. Roughly checking the speed, it seems that if it is time for one shot of two drinks, one drink of alcohol can be eliminated.
It wasn’t me or Este who secretly used the spell, nor was there such a thing in the hero’s buff, so it was clear that the culprit was the dragon’s blood that Iranorev had been gleefully scattering.
“Are you really that good at drinking?”
“No. I think it’s because of the dragon’s blood.”
At first, I looked around as if I was interested, but now I recalled my memory by answering Emmet’s question, who was looking at me as if he was tired. There was no need to ask for Emmet’s wisdom this time. It was because Epaga had already roughly told you about the symptoms that the dragon’s blood would bring.
According to Epaga-sama’s explanation, dragon’s blood was a thing that could be used as a debuff for some people, a buff for others, and some people couldn’t resist magic just by being covered with blood, and could do a kind of shock death.
However, drinking the blood drawn by Emmet and taking a bath with it doesn’t mean that you can get the effect. It is said that only the blood shed while the dragon is still alive has the same effect as the lucky draw.
They said it was a symptom of the dragon’s life force being so deeply connected to mana… but I couldn’t hear the principle. The information that Epaga did not explain was information at the level of being forcibly ejected from the room of time and spirit the moment you heard it, so there was no other option.
All that could be heard was that the characteristics of dragons could be transferred. either good or bad. Since that kind of danger could have arisen from just being hit by scattered blood, it is said that even back when Epaga was still a mortal, it was common for her to prepare countermeasures and face the dragon unless she was quite insane.
yes, that’s right While saying that, Lady Epaga looked at me, and her gaze was definitely that of a madman. If I had such knowledge, of course I would have been careful and prepared myself, so I defended myself, but it didn’t seem to have much effect.
Fortunately, I haven’t had any debuffs yet, probably thanks to the warrior’s buff being magically splattered and two Tennea’s recovery beads, which are nothing strange even if they are treated as miracles. Perhaps one of the reasons was that Iranorev’s level was low.
“If I had known it would be like this, I would have run and hit it when the blood was splattering.”
“Then, if only the curse-like effect was obtained, the contract would be terminated.”
Emmett giggled, ‘That’s not possible,’ and Carl Kansi, who once again regretted not being there as he listened attentively, withdrew his regret.
“By the way, living dragon blood has such a different effect, since there are so few cases where a dragon the size of Iranorev is caught, there was no information. Just knowing this is not a bad harvest.”
Thanks to the intoxication and feverish roar of the onlookers, our quiet conversation never reached anyone else’s ears.
Emmett, who sipped quasi-whiskey like some kind of wine and wrote down this and that, lifted up the eight warchiefs with magic and left to move them to their lodgings. Interest quickly cooled.
To be precise, if there is an event, we get together, but if not, it was close to the feeling that they care so that I can eat and enjoy comfortably. Once again admiring the kindness of the prisoners, I tilted my glass with Carl Kansi, vowing to suffocate the bastards who catch and sell these prisoners as slaves.
“If we get out of here, we’ll head straight to Leitor? How did you decide the route?”
As soon as I took a sip, what came out was surprisingly not trivial chatter, but something related to work.
“Seeing as they talked about work without taking a break, they must have enjoyed it enough.”
As the number of people on their backs reached 20,000, the attitude of preparing in advance was rather welcome, but I did not know that Carl Kansi would speak first.
If I had to use an analogy, I should have said that I felt like a boss watching an intern working on his own even though I didn’t ask for it. It was very unexpected, so I said it in a way that was moderately teasing, and he replied with a polite smile.
“I told you that the spoils of the guests will be sent separately by the people of the tribe. If that’s the case, it means they’ll be leaving in two or three days, but from the point of view of the guide, time is running out.”
He is also a friend with a strong work ethic. I was getting tired of doing this from lunch to dinner, so I shared the information with Carl Kansi, recalling as much as I could what I had heard from Saint Deoni.
According to him, the rebellion of Leitor, which we had heard before we set off from Epagasierra to Rengi, was still going on.
The only thing that can be called a change is that the supporters of the Demonic Church, who were on the defensive side, began to be pushed back more than expected. According to the information Carl Kansi heard, it seems that a new helper has appeared for the supporters of the attacking Demon King’s Army.
“Of course, it’s more likely that the Demon King’s Army intervened than the possibility that the Demon King’s Army supporters who were on the road helped. Perhaps the Special Operations Department of rumors intervened.”
special operations department.
It was a name that could not be overlooked.
“Are there any rumors about those guys from the special operations department?”
“There are a lot of rumors. They are troops under the direct command of the Demon King, there is no blood or tears, even high-ranking military generals bow their heads first when the Special Operations Department appears. Oh, among them, there are stories that the hero actually belongs to the Special Operations Department.”
It’s a nonsense story, but it is. Unlike Carl Kansi, who regarded it as an unreasonable duke while doing it, I couldn’t help but be concerned about that last rumor.
“Last rumor, is it just a rumor? Or is there a plausible sighting?”
“What, I didn’t know that a customer who is a real warrior would care so much?”
Carl Kansi, who opened his eyes wide in surprise, worked hard to answer my question instead of needlessly asking why.
“Ah, I remembered. It was a bit ambiguous to say it was an eyewitness story, but rumors spread after that, so it’s probably correct. It was about 3? 4 years? There were many demons who followed the ideology and policy.”
It is said that the evaluation of the previous demon king, who insisted on peaceful exchanges with the human race, was only in the middle.
I live high in the mindset of the previous demon king who worked hard for peace, but from the perspective of the parties involved, the time when they bit each other was longer than when they were friendly throughout history, so it would have been great that the approval rating was even in the middle.
“Now, most of them have been subdued or disappeared, but at the time I’m going to talk about, there were still some rebels left? It was quite large and entered the capital… Say there was an incident.”
“It doesn’t seem like a convincing rumor.”
“Rather than that, everyone just kept quiet because the content was so absurd. A child with a spear came out and swung the spear, and half of the troops disappeared.”
It was Carl Kansi who still seemed insignificant, but I couldn’t help but flinch.
“…window?”
“Huh? Do you pay more attention to the window than the word kid?”
“The weapon Epaga-sama used was the Sacred Spear Este.”
“Huh, indeed, it’s like a hero of the Demonic Church. I studied history. That’s right, so even when I heard that rumor at the time, I thought it was just an obvious operation by the Demon King’s Army. Giving it away is no different from giving full support. It was too quiet for that, so it didn’t match.”
It was Carl Kansi who judged it to be a rumor spread by the demon king army to secure legitimacy through quite sharp reasoning, but this time it seems to be wrong.
It’s very likely that he’s a warrior.
“After that?”
“I heard about it at regular intervals. But the Special Operations Department itself is so secretive that there’s nothing to believe in it. More than anything, now, the church not only rebelled against the Demon Lord’s Army, but also made a guest attack on the battlefield. Really enthusiastic. I don’t believe in them unless they are supporters of the Demon Lord’s Army. They say that the church created fake heroes, and the real heroes are crazy people who say they are in the Demon Lord’s Army, so it doesn’t mean much.”
Carl Kansi shrugged his shoulders calmly and smiled, saying, ‘It’s best not to run into anything now.’ But I thought differently.
In the first place, those pups were the puppies that caused my hometown to fly away, so it was best to meet them no matter what.
Especially if it involves a warrior.