Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 100
One-Eyed Master Craftsman (4)
The conversation went smoothly.
The human body had many large and small joints, and they served as a lubricant for smooth communication as long as they were touched appropriately.
Not long after, information about the Tsarist rebels began to leak out of the mouth, with saliva mixed with blood flowing down.
Not only did they plan to track down and deal with Dallen, but also what plans the rebels calling themselves the ‘Guardians of the Seven Crowns’ currently have.
Dallen stroked his chin. he asked again.
“So, you rebels are trying to take advantage of the chaos on the continent and start a civil war before it’s too late. Am I right?”
“We ugh. “Not a rebel…kwaaaaah!”
As his already strangely bent shoulder twisted about two times in the opposite direction, Banditbeard couldn’t hold back and let out a scream.
It was a little loud, but it didn’t matter.
This is an alley a bit far from where the fire broke out.
The castle’s guards would have been doing their best to deal with the fire and collapse, even removing the personnel who were normally on patrol.
“Answer questions only with yes or no. Do you understand?”
“That’s right… keueuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.”
Dallen was lost in thought as he looked down at Banditbeard, who was whimpering with blood foam on his beard.
The monster’s movements had a significant impact on the political situation throughout the continent.
The casualties of the army fighting off demons are increasing, and the price of mercenaries and swordsmen has almost doubled.
In addition, as merchants’ transportation costs became more expensive, it was natural that overall prices also jumped.
The chaotic situation was a natural result.
The security of cities is worsening day by day as security forces are deployed to patrol the streets.
Big and small disturbances often arise due to the soaring prices and the harsh atmosphere in the back alleys.
The continent, knowingly or unknowingly, was falling further and further into a vicious cycle.
Fortunately, nothing major has happened yet, but if things continue like this, it’s really just a matter of time.
The tsarist rebels were planning to take advantage of this moment of confusion to overthrow the current tsarina and install their own king on the throne.
“Tsk.”
Dallen clicked his tongue.
What happened to this continent was that if one incident was covered, other incidents lined up and exploded like sausages.
The incidents that have occurred in the past few months have been difficult to count on one hand.
Even if you just pick the big ones, it starts with the demon’s run and the Ash Witch who made a contract with the evil spirit, followed by the devil’s resurrection and Everlock’s betrayal.
To top it off, it was only about a month ago that the Cheongrin invasion, which was not even in the original game, occurred.
I thought that after fighting with Jinryong, I finally found the time to gather my strength, but now a civil war is about to break out in the north.
From Dallen’s point of view, who had to find a way to somehow control the dragon’s blood, it was quite annoying when things like this kept happening.
‘It wouldn’t be normal for the one-eyed master craftsman and the shadowy man to leave his home ground, Falcion.’
Tsk. Dallen clicked his tongue once more and slightly turned his head. He said, staring into the darkness of the back alley.
“Stop looking and come out.”
“…You are indeed the warrior of rumors.”
Charrrrrrr…….
As soon as Dallan’s words left his mouth, the darkness of the back alley rose as if scales were peeling off.
What appeared beyond the peeling darkness was a woman dressed in a black suit.
Banditbeard, who was whimpering and bleeding, saw the woman and his eyes widened. The guy shouted.
“Executor Taran!”
“Shh.”
Phew!
A finger-length sword shot out from the tip of the woman’s raised finger and stuck in Banditbeard’s neck.
Banditbeard’s cheeks trembled, then he rolled his eyes and fell backwards.
‘It’s an anesthetic needle.’
Dallen felt his heart rate and breathing quickly stabilize. It seemed to be a type that was excellent in both efficacy and speed of action.
“Nice to meet you, Dallon.”
Meanwhile, the woman called Taran politely folded her hands and bowed her head.
It was a subtle atmosphere that was a combination of a northerner’s characteristic hard and cold tone of voice, polite attitude, and business-like gestures.
“I am the executor of Sasha Taran’s royal special unit.”
“It’s Dallan. “It seems like you already know.”
“yes. “Seeing as how you discovered a hiding tool made from the scales of a dragon, it appears that the rumors about the dragon slayer that the southern informants asked about are not really false.”
The woman’s blue eyes drew a gentle arc.
“It’s an honor to meet you.”
***
The Royal Special Service of the Tsardom was nominally affiliated with the Iron Blood Army, but in fact it was an operation and intelligence organization directly under the Tsardom Royal Family.
Among them, the position of executive officer is a high position that can only be reached with solid skills and performance.
Therefore, her formal introduction of herself was quite unbecoming of a major informant for the organization.
And what can be inferred from such behavior is that the special task force she belongs to also views Dallan’s status as high.
“You did things wisely. While dealing with enemies disguised as lawmakers, the mercenaries’ complaints are directed at us. “Where did the dwarf learn the art of handling gunpowder?”
“I don’t know either. And if it’s unfair that you were falsely accused, you should have taken care of it before it happened.”
Dallen answered with his fingers in his belt.
As the woman said, the one-eyed master craftsman Bjorn’s aim was to place the blame on the Tsar.
In fact, there are only two groups on this continent capable of handling gunpowder weapons: the Empire and the Tsarist State.
And if the guards investigated the scene, they would be able to find one or two evidences that this incident had some kind of connection with the Tsarist state.
The mercenaries who lost their councilor will be eagerly criticizing the Tsar’s Royal Special Forces, which are said to be spread across the entire continent, instead of the real culprits, Dallan and his group.
In addition, the city union might also put some political pressure on the Tsar regarding this incident.
Of course, that was none of Dallen’s business. If it was as unfair as I said, they should have beaten down the rebels themselves.
“It’s not unfair. “We were looking for an opportunity anyway.”
Rather, we should be thankful because they did our work for us. The woman added.
She took out something shiny from her pocket and lightly threw it at Dallen.
When I received it, it was a pentagonal plaque with a subtle turquoise color. On it were some complicated words written in the Tsarist language.
“This is a token of our gratitude. It is a badge of the royal special unit made of orihalcon, a gem found only in the Frost Highlands. If you present the card to someone belonging to the Tsardom, you will receive any help.”
“I will accept it.”
“We look forward to the opportunity to visit the Tsardom in person someday and to treat you well.”
The woman put her hands together again politely and bowed her head.
Dallen nodded his head gravely. He put away his card and stepped away from the stunned Banditbeard.
In addition to taking responsibility for this incident, he also gave me a special task force certificate, meaning that I would give up at least one survivor in return.
Dallon whispered softly as he passed the woman who was the enforcer of the special task force to leave the alley.
“I’m sorry about the twins.”
“…!”
Executor Sasha Taran felt a shiver run down her spine.
She turned her head. The large mercenary had already disappeared somewhere in the back alley.
“…….”
Sasha bit her lip slightly. This dark suit was specially made and had a spell cast on it.
The ability of the spell is not only to reduce the presence itself, but also to make the face behind the mask unrecognizable.
In fact, he is a warrior who has even penetrated the mysteries of the scale spellbook.
Unless it was the power of some kind of bloodline, the spell cast on one side of the mask would be nothing to him.
‘A dragon slayer, an archmage, and a dwarf who uses gunpowder at a high level.’
Sasha suddenly remembered her mercenary colleagues and shuddered.
What on earth is going on on this continent, with these superhumans wandering around like ordinary travelers?
With her hands still trembling tightly clasped together, Sasha tapped the unconscious rebel official with her toe.
“Whoa.”
She shook her head. I had enough of the random thoughts for another time.
The important thing now is to extract as much information as possible from these rebel executives.
As Sasha tied Banditbeard’s limbs tightly with the rope with the spell, Sasha regained her cold gaze once again.
‘Vasilikov.’
One of the executives who was the closest assistant to one of the seven princes and knew the rebels’ deepest secrets.
At the same time, she was the one who lured her twin sister Natasha Taran, who was a sniper for the Sangvis Army, into joining the rebels.
Soon after, Banditbeard, who was completely bound, was captured by men dressed in dark clothes and taken somewhere.
He would soon spit out all confidential information and end up only moaning and screaming for death.
***
next day.
The explosion that collapsed the parliament building overnight literally turned the city upside down.
Lvivbach was a small city, and several times more foreigners than usual were staying there.
It was only natural that what happened last night spread throughout the city in an instant.
‘The royal special force of the Tsardom eliminated the rebels who had infiltrated as lawmakers.’
‘The Tsarist rebels were planning some kind of conspiracy targeting Lvivbach’s mercenaries.’
‘The Tsarist royal family expressed deep regret for the damage suffered by the City Union due to the activities of its special forces and promised reasonable compensation.’
This was the content of the rumor that spread around merchants and mercenaries.
And the tavern on the first floor of the inn, the gathering place for these rumors, was bustling with the usual number of customers from broad daylight.
“I think the power of the special task force is amazing. How can you block people’s eyes and ears overnight with fabricated rumors? “I thought they were just blunt people.”
Volkmar said, rubbing his forehead while holding a glass of diluted honey water in front of him.
The hangover from the beer he drank the day before still seemed not to have gone away.
“It’s under the direct control of the royal family. And it is a prejudice to say that all Tsarist people are blunt. “They are also kind to their family and friends.”
“Is that so?”
The merchant asked, frowning slightly due to a headache. Felber nodded and took a refreshing drink of watered herbal liquor.
As my body got younger, did my drinking also increase?
Dallen silently munched on his stew, looking at the wizard who seemed to be drinking more alcohol than yesterday.
Felber put down his empty glass in one go and said.
“Don’t look at me like that. “The clerk said that medicinal liquor is good for your health.”
“…What did I say?”
“No, I think your eyes are talking. “Are you going to waste the body you’ve gained by drinking alcohol?”
Isn’t that the voice of the old man’s conscience? Dallen thought to himself as he took another bite of the stew.
After ordering another glass of herbal liquor from a passing clerk, Felber sank into his chair with a relaxed expression and asked,
“What do you plan to do now? “My destination was here from the beginning, but didn’t you say you had business to do in the Labyrinth City?”
“exactly.”
“When do you plan to leave?”
Instead of answering, Dallon turned his head.
The dwarf who was chewing sausages across from him felt those gazes and swallowed the food in his mouth.
“It must be a very important and urgent matter for the one-eyed master craftsman to leave the city.”
“…any. “But you don’t have to fit my schedule.”
Maybe it’s already too late. Bjorn sniffed and added.
“Crow’s nest. “It looks like something is wrong with the owner.”