Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 200

200. Fangtooth Goblet

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As expected, the Caravel Merchant arrived in Rundalian around noon the next day. The sun was warm enough to melt the snow. It was still cold enough for steam to come out of my mouth, but the smell of dirt in the wind still let me know that it was summer.

Rundalian was surrounded by tall stone walls. Ronan clicked his tongue at the size of the scale greater than that of any large city.

“It’s filthy high.”

“Because it’s a city built by powerful beastmen.”

Adeshan nodded. Come to think of it, it was the first time I had come to a city where beastmen were the main members. The rugged but strong castle wall was taking a form that was extremely focused only on the function of blocking external enemies. Appearance was not important, so he piled up large and heavy stones and saw them.

“Stop there.”

The gates were also huge. Seven sentinels of beasts blocked the upper tier. There is one wear tiger who seems to be the leader. There were three wearbears and three werewolves each. Because of their size, they were intimidating despite their small number.

“Are you from Balon?”

“Ah yes. That’s right.”

“Hmm…This is the first time a guild of this size has come. I’ll check your luggage, so everyone get off the wagon.”

Wear Tiger said. Unlike last night’s gang of bandits, who were close to beasts, their attitude and behavior were rational. It seemed to be wary of humans, but it did not show hostility.

The beastmen soldiers rushed in and searched the wagon, snorting. Despite Ronan’s coy expectations, there were no suspicious objects on the wagon. The tiger leader who quickly finished the checkpoint said to Duon.

“You may go in, but don’t make a fuss. The inhabitants of this place are not very friendly to humans yet.”

“of course. This is a consolation item prepared by our guild, so share it with your colleagues.”

“Consolation item?”

The captain pricked up his ears. As Duon instructed, the merchants unloaded their goods in perfect order. Dozens of large boxes were piled up in front of the castle gate. The Wear Bear soldier who opened one of the boxes widened his eyes.

“Oh my God, it’s honey, Captain. This box is salted pork.”

“Pork?”

The tiger leader’s eyes widened as well. Both honey, which requires flowers, and pork, which requires a lot of water to grow, were both hard to come by in the desolate North. The captain, who quickly looked around and looked around, cleared his throat.

“Kuhm, you know something.”

“Heh heh heh, I hope you like it.”

Duon and he shook hands. The soldiers whose mouths were glued to their ears carried boxes. The captain, in a good mood, waved them until they passed through the gate. Marya, who was walking in the front, stabbed Duon in the side.

“How did you prepare well?”

“okay. You are indeed my daughter.”

Duon patted her daughter on the back. It seemed to have come from Marja’s head, not him. Ronan whistled and lifted her up.

“You’re resourceful.”

“Hehe. It was worth the investment. It has the function of a bribe, but it is also a promotion for the Caravelle Merchant. Soldiers in such a small city have a strong relationship with the residents, so they will spread rumors well.”

Indeed, it was the future Count Armalen. Looking at the size of the expansion of the top, it seemed that he could become a nobleman much faster than before. Unknowingly, Ronan reached out and stroked her hair. right! Raising her face, Marja tried to bite his finger.

“Hey, how long are you going to treat me like that?”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Ahaha. I’m not that great.”

Upon hearing the compliment, Marja giggled. A flawless smile was beautiful. Adeshan, who was watching from behind, twitched her lips.

‘…As expected, I heard the wrong thing last night.’

The feeling that had been refreshing just a moment ago had subsided. Then Marja turned her head and her eyes met. After staring at each other for about a second, Marja smiled.

“Whoops.”

“…uh?”

Adeshan stopped in place. The coquettish eye smile had many meanings. By the time she managed to put her heart down to her stomach, the two figures had already disappeared in front of her.

Ronan was still stroking Marja’s head like petting a dog. Marja looked up at him and muttered quietly.

“Now this is the end.”

“ok? what?”

“Nothing.”

It was a somewhat bittersweet tone. Entering the inner city gates revealed a small city. The buildings, like the castle walls, were built of large, rugged stones.

The streets were roaming with residents, most of whom were prisoners. Despite the still quite cold weather, everyone was dressed lightly for outings. Certainly, fur is good for winter. As Ronan looked around, he heard a muffled sound.

“Look at that mom. It is human.”

“Shh, don’t go near me.”

All eyes of the residents were directed toward the top. As the head of the guard said, it wasn’t a very kind look. But more than that, it was more important that we arrived at our destination once. Doon stopped for a moment and said goodbye to Ronan.

“You have worked hard so far. Thanks to you, I was able to come safely.”

“What. It was nice that we came here comfortably.”

“I will definitely repay this debt. As my daughter said, we pay all the expenses that Heiran’s forge will pay. Please be sure to leave a certificate.”

“That’s true. You don’t have to.”

Of course, I had no intention of refusing. Ronan laughed and scratched the back of his head. The cost saving itself was a good thing, considering how much money it would cost to sharpen a single knife. It was because there was no way he could use the Grancia family’s bill of lading in Heiran.

Duon said he was going to stay here for a while and then leave. In order to trade with maximum profit, the first step was to identify the entire city of Rundalian. Marya, who had been listening silently next to her, licked her lips.

“i envy you. Heyran, I wanted to go with you too.”

“What are you not going to do?”

“huh. I’ve been thinking about it, but I’m a merchant before I’m a warrior. I think this will be the priority.”

she said in a tone of regret. Ronan raised his eyebrows at the sudden change of story. I was told that I would definitely go with you until the day we departed from Phileon.

“Sorry. He suddenly changed his words.”

“Well, if you don’t want to go,

it doesn’t matter. ” My weapon is this great sword, so I wish I had a set of armor.”

Ronan nodded. It was a pity, but the reason was understandable, so I couldn’t do anything else. Marja, who shook hands lightly with him, approached the downcast Adeshan.

“sister. I’ll have to leave here for now. It was so nice to travel with you.”

“Yeah… I liked it too.”

“Fu… until I go to Phileon, I have to stay with men who sweat again. Come on.”

“You can choke.”

Due to the height difference, I had to slightly bend my knees. Adeshan, whose chest was pressed, sighed. Marja, who had closed her eyes as if savoring the touch of the embrace, suddenly put her mouth to her ear. And whispered so loudly that no one but the two of them could hear it.

“Your sister must be having a hard time too. It’s because I’m a kid who doesn’t notice much.”

“Marya you…!”

“lol. Did you think you wouldn’t know?”

Adeshan’s face brightened. Marja’s gaze stayed on Ronan, who was yawning profusely. She continued in a slightly choked voice.

“no. I just heard from the sentinel that an inn called Fangtooth Cup is fine. It seems to be the only inn with rooms for humans in the first place… How about staying overnight there today?”

“Thank you. But marja Since when…”

“It’s strange not knowing. he’s weird Ah…why are my eyes so itchy?”

Marja rubbed her eyes and removed herself. She accidentally met Ronan’s eyes and stuck out her tongue. What is it all of a sudden? Ronan asked, but she didn’t answer. Facing Adeshan again, Marya smiled.

“Unlike anyone else, it’s fortunate that I don’t think it will end in unrequited love.”

“Yes? What is that…”

“It’s nothing.”

Marja turned around. With one leap, she leaped to the roof of the wagon. It was a movement worthy of exclamation, but it did not attract much attention because it was a city of beastmen.

“Then see you at Phileon.”

“okay. bye.”

Marja, perched on the roof, waved her hand. Ronan was bewildered at the sudden farewell, but waved his hand as if replying.

The procession of caravel tops moved slowly away into the depths of the city. It seemed that I was going to visit the mine first. Ronan scratched his head, watching until the caravan turned the corner and disappeared.

“What did I do wrong? Why are you suddenly like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, from now on we have to go to the sea of ghosts together. Let’s do it well.”

At the word two, Adeshan flinched. It was a situation that came after almost 20 days of waiting. Trying to hide her expression, she nodded.

“huh.”

“Then, we will stay here today and reorganize. I’ll be sleeping in bed in a while.”

It took four days to reach Heiran even if we walked non-stop. It was a questionable place to even have a small village, so I had to replenish all supplies here.

Ronan caught passers-by and asked them some questions about the city. Most of them were wary of him as a human being, but he was able to get an answer with simple persuasion. Placing your left hand on the hilt, asking if there is a big difference between the skin of a beast and the fur of a beast was particularly effective. After culling out some rough information, Ronan opened his mouth.

“Ugh. Everything is good, but the market is open tomorrow. I’m tired. Would you like to rest with a glass of distilled liquor?”

“good. They say they like an inn called Fangtooth Cup over there.”

“How else did you know that? Then let’s go there.”

The two headed for the canine goblet. It is located in a little corner, but it was easy to find. When I opened the stone door, the warmth that had been staying inside burst out. A middle-aged man with shaggy hair and a beard greeted them.

“Welcome to Fangtooth’s 20-year-old tradition. These are people you haven’t seen before.”

“human? Right..?”

“Haha, this is a question that first-time visitors often ask. I decorated it like this to reduce the rejection of the number of guests.”

The middle-aged man chuckled. It was his own strategy to survive in Rundalian where human discrimination exists. It was doubtful whether it would work, but he was resourceful anyway, so he must have been working at the inn for over twenty years.

The first floor of Fangtooth Cup was a bar and the second floor was an inn. Inside, there was a long table, several chairs, and a bar table connected to the kitchen.

It was still early, so there were no customers except for two giggling werewolves in the corner. It was a car where two people who had chosen the right seats were about to sit down.

“Damn, I wondered where the disgusting smell came from, and humans came.”

“What is it really? Because I’m out of luck.”

It was the size I was talking about hoping to hear. Ronan turned in the direction of the sound. The werewolves sitting in the corner were glaring at Ronan and Adeshan. Both of them seemed to be playing the role of gangsters in the city. The werewolf met Ronan’s eyes and spat on the floor.

“What are you twisting? Things that can’t even take a bite.”

“haha.”

Instead of answering, Ronan let out a laugh. It was only a few hours ago that they had cut to death about forty of their own people. It was a car that I was thinking about how to massage those doggies. The owner, who was cooking in the kitchen, crouched and approached them.

“Hey…guest. Please refrain. They are the same guests.”

“Don’t intervene, the owner, stay in the kitchen. Who did I say? The reason you’re still alive is because you make the best wine in the city. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“That’s like…”

The host hesitated and stepped back. It seemed that the city was not very good for humans to live in. The other werewolf, who was looking at the two in turn, opened his mouth.

“They both look similar to the humans I killed in Barça back then. Is it because humans are all similar?”

“Hehehe. Maybe. I was thinking the same thing.”

“That was a good time. Do you guys know how many humans we killed? This bastard and I are veterans of Fang Night.”

Ronan’s face hardened. Barsa was none other than the hometown of Adeshan. A city of misfortune caught up in the beastmen’s rebellion, the Night of the Fangs. Marquis of Barça.

‘Fuck.’

For an instant, an ominous feeling passed the nape of Ronan’s neck. It was not appropriate for that story to come out now. A ghastly voice escaped from between Adeshan’s lips as she stood stiff.

“…what?”

“Wait a minute, senior…”

There was no time to stop him. A dark aura spread from Adeshan and covered the inn. It was the mana of the shadow that controlled the mind. The owner dropped the ladle he was holding in his hand due to the strange and ominous energy that stimulated the five senses.

“Gagging…!”

“What… is this…”

The smiles disappeared from the faces of the werewolves. Encroached by the mana of the shadows, they hardened like wax figures. It seemed that the control of the mind was not fully effective, and that only the body had problems. The muscles of the limbs exposed through the clothes were wriggling grotesquely.

“shit. When did you grow up like this?”

Ronan spat out a curse. It was similar to what I felt on the battlefield in the past. The mana of the shadows was gradually increasing its energy. Taking a deep breath, Ronan grabbed Adeshan by the shoulders.

“senior. stop it.”

Ronan looked into Adeshan’s eyes and said. The sunken gray eyes cast an eerie light.

“……Ronan.”

“Don’t get your hands dirty. They’re worms that don’t even deserve it.”

The two werewolves were gasping for breath. If left unattended, it seemed like it would just die. He’s a person who will do big things later, but I couldn’t plant a flaw here.

Adeshan, who had been eyeing him for a long time, nodded. When the black shade was lifted, the murderous spirit that had been prevalent in the inn subsided. The Werewolves who were freed from mind control kicked off their seats and stood up.

“What the damn humans… have done to my body!”

“I will kill you!”

He seemed to have figured out who had done that. The two wolves raised their arms and charged, regardless of which one came first. Hooked claws protruding from the tips of the fingers cast an eerie light.

“These bastards.”

Ronan tugged at the hilt. As soon as the two werewolves entered the gap, a slash at an imperceptible speed danced gracefully in the air. The werewolves, feeling the pain of being burned, stopped for a moment. Charleuk! Twenty fingernails cut down to the root spilled onto the floor.

“Kheuuuuuong!”

“Cow fingers!”

Twenty strands of blood gushed out. The Werewolves, who realized what they had done belatedly, fell to the ground. They looked at the hand that had changed to a human and let out a desperate scream. Unlike humans, the nails of beastmen are closely connected to nerves, and once pulled out, they do not grow back for almost a lifetime. clap. Ronan put the knife in and let out a cold sigh.

“go away.”

“Ouch! Aagh!”

The werewolves ran out of the inn as if their buttocks were on fire. The owner, who had no way of knowing what had happened, was trembling.

“If it wasn’t for the city of bastards, I’d slit their throats.”

“…thank you.”

Adeshan, who had barely regained his composure, lowered his head. Her shoulders were moving up and down with each breath she took. I must have been so angry that I lost my reason. Ronan shook his head.

“That’s Okay. I did it because I was mad.”

“…as expected, you’re really nice.”

Adeshan smiled. As if nothing had happened, the two sat down and ordered two glasses of spirits. Twenty plucked fingernails glistened beneath his feet. The owner, who came belatedly, asked in a trembling voice.

“Cow guests… are you all right?”

“sure. Thank you for coming out earlier.”

“Because that was what I had to do. Here are the two glasses of Rundalian spirits you ordered.”

The host put the spirits down on the table. He was a better person than I thought. The distilled spirit in a glass carved out of stone looked quite fine, as the werewolf gangster said.

“Oh are you okay?”

“Hey…it’s my first time drinking.”

“Take a bite and if you don’t like it, throw it away. Cheers!”

“Cheers…!”

The glasses collided and transparent droplets of alcohol splashed out. It was the tea Ronan was about to take a sip of. A strange voice came from not far away.

“You both have changed a lot. It’s almost unnoticed.”

“what?”

Ronan and Adeshan turned their heads at the same time. A well-appointed Wearfox was standing in front of the stairs going down from the second floor to the first floor. Judging by the fluffy hair, he looked like a young boy. Ronan asked, shrugging his eyebrows.

“What are you, kid?”

“This is sad. You don’t recognize me?”

Wearfox let out a sigh. Ronan’s brow furrowed lightly. What is that fluff, are you pretending to know? He was in the middle of thinking about whether there was an ointment he didn’t even know about. A whitish mana slithered up on Wearfox’s small shoulders.

“…uh?”

Suddenly feeling a strong sense of deja vu, Ronan sighed. It was definitely mana that I felt somewhere. Ronan, who was searching for memories, opened his mouth with his eyes narrowed.

“Secret…?”

“It’s been a while. Ronan.”

“This Niimi is real.”

Adeshan’s eyes widened. Ronan swears and gets up from his seat. There was a loud noise as the chair moved backwards.

“Huh!”

The startled host screamed in the kitchen, but he couldn’t help it. Secret, a professor of curse science he met after two years, was a furry beast.