Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 233

233. Black Man (1)

#233

“My God.”

Examiner Vanartier sighed. Inside the hangar, a map of hell spread out. The smell of blood stinging his nose made his head dizzy. Eleven corpses, unrecognizable, exploded and rolled in a sea of blood.

“Who would do this…”

He entered the hangar about three hours after Ronan and his party had passed through the screening. The sentries who had ordered the work did not return, so I stopped by just in case, and this division was there.

He moved his steps along the bloodstains. It was not common for sentries who even activated the imprint to be killed in one blow. Most of the bodies were strewn about near the sloop that Ronan and his party were riding on.

‘Is there something hidden inside the surrogate’s stomach?’

The red whirlwind, which had been tidy for a while, was again a ghost ship covered in blood and intestines. The examiner entered the ship’s cabin as if possessed by something.

I looked through the bedroom, dining room, and captain’s quarters, but I couldn’t find any clues. I was in the middle of inspecting the warehouse on the lowest floor for the last time.

“This…!”

His eyes widened wide. In a corner of the warehouse, traces of mana like black stains remained. It was such a minor sign that if you weren’t paying close attention it would just look like mold.

However, the examiner, who had been working with eyes for a long time, was able to notice. This was the trace of a being hiding.

The vicious and insidious aura that was buried in an extremely small amount was something I could never forget. no matter how long the time has passed. he murmured in a trembling voice.

“Have you come back…?”

Kwa Dang Tang! The examiner hurriedly slipped out of the cabin. I almost bumped into the wall or tripped on the stairs, but it didn’t matter now. He stormed out of the hangar and shouted at the guards waiting.

“This is an emergency! Immediately report to His Majesty and muster the troops!”

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The sun has set. A dying twilight cast a twilight light through the buildings. However, even under the dark night sky, Adren’s brilliance did not diminish.

Adren’s plaza, whose entire floor was covered with crystals, was shining with beautiful colors even under the night sky. The lights coming on one by one on the street hinted at the night that was about to unfold.

People who finished their day’s work were freely roaming the square. Most were human, but elves and beastmen were occasionally seen.

It seemed like this would be the feeling if only the best people on the continent were selected and a village was created. Ronan looked around and opened his mouth.

“I honestly think I can live here. It’s disgustingly delicious.”

In his hand was the leg of a giant turkey. It was crispy on the outside and moist on the inside. The seasoning was excellent, and there was no special rain for the stomach that had been suffering from drought.

“I mean… how does this taste…”

Asher, who was next to him, nodded. He was nibbling on a waffle the size of his head. The cream that was smeared on the lips was a guarantee of great taste.

“It is a luxurious city. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Schlieffen also muttered in amazement. Unlike the other two, he had nothing in his hands. It was because he had emptied three bowls of meat stew before moving. said Ronan.

“okay. You guys didn’t feel anything particularly suspicious either, did you? No information.”

“Yes. Nothing…”

“Me too.”

“I see.”

Hearing Schlieffen’s words, Ronan scratched his head. He also couldn’t find any information. I was on my nerves the whole time I was walking around the city, but I couldn’t feel any sign of Nebula Klazie.

‘I haven’t been around in a while yet. The city is bigger than I thought.’

Several hours had already passed since they entered Adren. The party, who belatedly noticed that they hadn’t eaten a meal all day, were having dinner.

Adren was literally a city made of greed. It was the dregs of the wealth amassed by their masters, the dragons, that fed the servants who made up most of their citizens.

The dragons satisfied their greed and only invested the remaining money in Adren’s welfare. However, with that alone, Adren enjoyed an abundance that no country on earth could surpass.

As proof, Adren did not accept money for anything, including food and clothing. There were vendors, but in reality they were nothing more than inflatable dolls for soliciting customers.

If you want to eat or need something, you just have to reveal your identity and take it. It didn’t have a variety of items like the system, but it wasn’t lacking either. Ronan continued.

“It’s a good thing. I think it will take quite some time.”

“Yes. that’s right.”

“People are generally friendly… I guess I should say it’s fortunate that it’s different from what I imagined.”

Unexpectedly, the humanity of the citizens was also great. I thought they would be caught in the strange sense of the chosen people living in Adren, but most of them were just ordinary nice people. Of course, just like there are delinquent students in Phileon, there will be bugs in the city of dragons, but I haven’t encountered them yet.

Even though it was unknown what would happen if the information related to Navardoze was revealed. After tearing off the last piece of flesh, Ronan stood up.

“Then let’s split up and look for them this time. Let’s meet again here at midnight.”

As the issue was an issue, I had to work quickly. Even in the midst of this, the cult’s machinations would continue and the savior would be dying.

“Assel, look in the library. It is also a place where many people gather.”

“Yes. okay.”

“Schlieffen near the tower where the Dragon King lives.”

“Do that.”

Asher and Schlieffen nodded. All of them were talented people who could take care of their own bodies, so there wouldn’t be any problems.

After specifying the meeting place, they scattered in different directions. After leaving the plaza, Ronan entered a dark back alley that had not yet been lit. The inns and taverns scattered throughout the city were his precincts.

‘To a place where there are no dragons as much as possible.’

It was quite a strategic decision. Judging from the reactions of the sentries and judges, it seemed that only dragons, not servants, could recognize the primordial ember.

I had to be careful until I gathered enough information because it could be annoying if I got caught. The noble dragon masters won’t come to the dirty tavern.

Of course, it was because I had to drink a glass or two in order to ask questions naturally. Ronan, who had been walking around the streets for about two hours, spat out curse words.

“Damn, what kind of guy has so many taverns?”

It seemed that he only ate and lived, so he only drank at night. Well, alcohol and snacks would be free, so there would be no entertainment like this. Somehow, Ronan, who reached the western outskirts of the city, stopped walking.

“…is it a historic site?”

He muttered as he looked up at the building in front of him. The run-down cabin did not go well with the splendid night view of Adren.

The signboard, which looked like it could be donated to the museum, had only one word written on it: ‘alcohol’. Judging by the light shimmering through the window and voices coming through, it seemed that they were still doing business.

‘I’ll have to be meticulous.’

Surprisingly, you can get some good information from this place. The moment Ronan opened the door, an interior as profound as the exterior unfolded before his eyes. The raucousness typical of a bar spilled out.

“Haha, that’s what I mean. Yesterday I…”

“I heard from a friend who works at the tower that the Dragon King will make an important announcement soon.”

“Kuh… After all, there’s no place like this.”

Ronan raised his eyebrows. It was surprisingly spacious and there were quite a few guests. There were 20 seats, including the one in front of the bar table. The sweet smell of alcohol tickled his nostrils.

“hello.”

“Nice to meet you. It’s a face I haven’t seen around here. Come and sit down.”

The old man who seemed to be the owner greeted me comfortably. He was in the middle of cleaning his glasses behind the bar table. Ronan, who sat at the front of the table, ordered a drink.

“I am from abroad. Please give me the best one.”

“He was also a foreigner. Then you should definitely try our brandy. It’s a specialty that can only be tasted in the Dragon City.”

“I look forward to that.”

Ronan smiled. I really liked this relaxed atmosphere where no one cared about me except the owner. He should have asked about the church and Alibrihe naturally while slowly emptying his glass.

“…hmm?”

Ronan was slowly looking around the store. Suddenly, his gaze landed on the owner’s left arm. The movement of the shirt-covered arm was slightly unnatural compared to the right.

“Grandfather, do you have a left arm?”

“Hmm? Ah, good eyesight. As you think, the prosthetic hand is right.”

“Prosthetic arm.”

The host, who answered calmly, put a glass in front of Ronan. Inside, amber brandy was oozing. Ronan repeated the word prosthetic arm.

Alibrihe, the executive he is looking for, was also a master at making prosthetic arms and legs. I thought maybe it had something to do with the author. Ronan asked.

“Do you know who made that prosthetic arm? Isn’t that a bit of a strange question?”

“You can ask what, though. But it was a long time ago, so I can’t remember very well. Eh, I remember the pain of being cut off clearly.”

“I’m sorry. I had no intention of doing that.”

“It was really terrible. If it’s okay, I can talk to you. So…”

This was the car the owner was trying to say. I heard the sound of the door opening from the back. After looking around the entrance for a while, the host smiled kindly.

“Welcome. Judging by the unusual behavior, it seems that you are also a foreigner.”

No answer came back. There are also people who are not cheap. Ronan thought so and took a sip of the brandy placed in front of him. His eyes widened wide.

“This kills me…!”

It was worth counting on five fingers, including the past and present lives. I never thought it would taste so rich. It was definitely something to be proud of when the sweet scent spread throughout the mouth.

Then the approaching footsteps stopped beside Ronan. The silent guest opened his mouth.

“With the strongest…don’t mix with ice.”

“I will.”

The owner nodded. Ronan’s hand, which was about to take another sip, stopped in the air. It was a familiar voice. Quite a bit too. Before he could turn his head, a customer took a seat next to him.

“Hey, who is this… It saved me the trouble of finding it.”

“you.”

Ronan turned his head. A man in a black coat was looking at him. Judging from the fact that her pale face was recalled, it seemed that she had already had a drink from somewhere.

It was the man from Aurora Skal. I didn’t feel alive, but the feeling of intimidation was still there. Ronan slowly brought his hand to the hilt. The man, who swept his long hair once, rested his chin on the bar table and said.

“Yes…Kuu Navardoze, where is it?”