Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 46

Upward bound (1)

The administrator’s trembling fingertips. And Dallen’s emotionless eyes looking at it.

As the two people closed their mouths, there was silence on the table.

The silence is too tight to be uncomfortable and a little too loose to be tense.

“Ugh.”

And it was neither the administrator nor Dallon who broke the silence.

“Uncle Albus, I told you. “Dallen isn’t the type of person who can be coaxed like that.”

Lucia took a deep breath and scolded Albus.

She continued speaking, tapping the box with her fingertip.

“Dallen, please just accept this as my gift. “You saved my life many times in the labyrinth, so you can think of it as my repayment.”

“gift?”

Dallen asked in a slightly shaken voice.

Are you saying you’ll just throw away the sacred item as repayment? Is that okay?

“It is the law of the Knights that ownership of sacred objects stolen by devils or monsters goes to the knight who stole them. “This is the trophy I obtained from killing the fallen knight with my own hands, so I will hand it over to Dallen as I wish.”

Dallon quietly stroked his chin while looking at Lucia’s white hand pushing Ham this way.

There was a setting like that in the Holy Knights.

It was a setting that was only briefly mentioned and passed over, and cases of handing over sacred objects to outsiders were rare, so it was a story I had forgotten about.

“But the story of the fallen knight. “Is it okay to say whatever you want?”

“Uncle Albus is the one who practically raised me on his back, so it’s okay. “Your mouth is heavier than anyone else I know.”

Dallen turned his head towards Albus. The middle-aged administrator was still trembling slightly around his eyes.

And as Dallan continued to stare, he finally opened his mouth.

The voice was slow and clear, but could not hide the tension.

“Excuse me. Thinking about how I treated the northerners who came across the Frost Highlands, I realized I had done a great disservice to you. “Will you please forgive me?”

“It’s okay. “It’s not something to be offended by.”

Dallen said, scratching his chin.

Then Albus asked back with wide eyes.

“…Are you really okay with an apology like this?”

“Then should I cut off your ear and take it from you?”

“No, no. It’s just…I thought what Sir Lucia said was an exaggeration, but it seems to be true. A hero’s might and a saint’s prowess—ugh.”

Cook, cook.

A long white finger poking my side.

“…….”

Albus had no choice but to stop what he was saying as Lucia’s blue eyes widened and glared at him.

Dallen chuckled. What. What were you talking about behind your back?

Lucia let out another light sigh and began speaking again.

“Dallen. “The Knights would like to entrust you with one more request.”

Request. Requests from the Holy Knights were always welcome.

Because the Knights were one of the richest customers and they even had the items he wanted.

Dallen tied the bag of gold coins on the table with silver thread and carried it to his belt. Then he asked lightly.

“What request?”

“I want Dallan to carry the holy sword to the headquarters.”

A holy sword?

The hand that was tying the money bag to my belt stopped.

And with a pensive look on her face, Lucia spoke lowly.

“…Someone within the Knights Templar is targeting the Holy Sword.”

What the fuck?

***

“A letter from the headquarters arrived a few days ago.”

Lucia sighed slowly.

“If you were successful in recovering the holy sword, you were to pay attention to safety and bring the holy sword to the headquarters.”

Dallen nodded. If that’s the case, it’s not anything special.

Among the numerous holy relics possessed by the Holy Knights, the twelve holy swords are without a doubt the highest and most precious treasure.

It would be only natural to hope that an item that is a symbol of the Knights Templar will find its rightful place as soon as possible.

“But when I read the letter closely, I found that there was a hidden code that only the interrogators could see.”

Lucia said. Her complexion was dark.

As expected, the role of the inquisitors was to cut out the corrupted parts of the knights.

If it was a password that only they knew, it usually talked about some danger emerging from within the Order.

“The code was theft raid betrayal. In other words…”

“You’re saying there’s a traitor within the knights.”

Sigh.

Dallen said, stretching with his hands behind his head.

“…you’re right.”

Lucia answered with a confused face. She got up from her seat. Then he bowed deeply towards Dallen.

“Please help Dallen.”

Dallen stopped stretching and slightly raised his eyebrows.

“I know it’s shameless to even ask for something like this, let alone asking you to retrieve the Holy Sword. However, it is difficult for me to bear the weight of the holy sword alone. Please help me.”

Lucia bowed deeply and continued speaking. Her drooping blonde hair was flowing dangerously.

As if to indicate her desperation.

Perhaps it shows the situation of the Holy Knights.

Squeak.

Dallen straightened his backward posture. And said.

“Get up. “It’s burdensome for a paladin to bend down.”

Standing up, his thick hand gently grabs the paladin’s shoulder and lifts him up.

Lucia raised her head and looked at him.

“…….”

Pure white teeth clenching lips. There was a bit of moisture under the blue eyes.

Tears are against the law here. Dallen laughed lowly and shook his head.

He sat back down in his seat and looked at Albus. He said.

“I am a mercenary.”

Talk. Talk.

Fingers slowly tapping on the armrests of the chair. Albus stared at the fingertips with a slightly stiff face.

“And mercenaries don’t work for free.”

“I will write you an additional letter of recommendation so that you can receive another sacred tattoo. “If you don’t believe me, I can give you a chest of gold coins as an advance payment.”

The tone is a bit more plain than before. Dallen laughed softly and stood up.

“It’s okay to have gold coins. “I already received the advance payment.”

He took out a chain from inside the box. As soon as his hand touched the rough chain, it gave off a faint, ominous purple light.

Halman’s chain that obeys the will of its owner and imbues it with demonic energy at the same time.

The moment the corrupted relic touched Dallen, it immediately recognized him as its owner.

“How is this so soon…?”

In front of the magistrate who was looking at the phenomenon with astonished eyes, Dallon wrapped the chain in a cloth and hung it on his belt. He said.

“But I will decide the route we take. “There’s a place I need to stop by before I go to the Holy Knights.”

The entrance to the rift where the Holy Knights are located is in the southwest of the continent.

And Lvivbach, where the Mandrake colony was discovered, is also, coincidentally, a city located quite far to the southwest from here.

If you can deal with the Ash Witch on the way to transport the Holy Sword, you will achieve two goals in one journey.

It was truly killing two birds with one stone.

Dallen slowly adjusted his chained belt and walked away.

He turned his head for a moment before leaving the living room.

“We’ll be leaving in four days. “Be ready to leave by then.”

“All right.”

“Oh, and this too.”

Swish.

A silver object flying in a parabola.

Lucia unconsciously reached out and grabbed the object. It was a mercenary group.

“What is this?”

“This is the mercenary gang that hit Barrett in the back. “Take it to the crow’s nest, give me my name, and they’ll find out who he and the people who hit Barrett in the back were.”

Lucia bit her lip in silence. Dallen looked at it calmly, then opened the door and went out.

Sigh.

Between the doors of the drawing room slowly closing.

“…Thank you.”

A small murmur came through the crack in the door just before it closed, tickling Dallen’s ears.

***

Four days have passed.

After disposing of all unnecessary baggage, Dallon boarded the carriage in light clothing.

Surprisingly, nearly half of the luggage was chests and pouches filled with gold coins.

One hundred and eighty coins received after handing over the devil’s essence and thirty gold coins received from the Holy Knights.

The total amount of money, which was over two hundred coins, had almost doubled in size due to the gold coins that Sienna had handed over just before departure as payment for goods.

As a result, his backpack became difficult for an ordinary person to even carry.

Inside was not only a gold coin, but also two neatly folded contracts corresponding to the value of the gold coin.

One page is a contract signed with the Holy Knights requesting the transport of the Holy Sword.

And the other page was an escort request contract signed with the Galios Merchant Marine.

‘This is my first time serving as a gold-plated mercenary as a top guard.’

It was natural since I hadn’t left the city since arriving in Falcion.

Come to think of it, I was with the Galios Merchant Marine when I entered the city.

Before I knew it, a month and a half had already passed.

The passage of time feels a bit unrealistic as numerous incidents occur and are resolved in a hectic manner.

The cold air coming through the cracks in the carriage’s window coverings seemed to explain the past times.

By the time we went in reverse along this main road extending to the south of the city, winter was just beginning.

Because it wasn’t as cold as it is now, in the middle of winter.

“Aren’t you cold, Dallen?”

Lucia said, spitting out steam from her mouth.

Of course, there was no heating in the carriage.

And although the walls and roof of the carriage could protect against snow and harsh winds, there was nothing they could do against this midwinter cold.

Maybe it’s actually colder inside the carriage.

Unlike outside, where you have to constantly walk and move your body to warm up.

Here, the only way to move was to sit still and let the shaking of the carriage take over.

Of course, cold itself was a word that had nothing to do with Dallen himself in the first place.

“I don’t handle the cold well.”

“Is it true that all northerners don’t get cold even in this weather?”

“well. “I don’t know about that.”

Dallen scratched his chin.

The reason he didn’t get cold in the first place had nothing to do with northerners’ blood.

‘Dragons can’t feel normal heat or cold at all. After listening to the side effects you mentioned, it seems like the academic theory that the constitution comes from dragon’s blood is true.’

These were the words spoken by Felver Valentino, who visited his room when he returned from the labyrinth and was in care at the Elgaia Tower.

‘I brought some books, so take them and read them. A warrior like you should know your body better than anyone else.’

He added that and handed me a collection of books that looked like thick major books.

‘He’s a really interesting guy too.’

Dallen smiled as he thought of the books that accounted for a significant portion of his luggage, excluding the gold coins.

I could still see his bewildered face because I couldn’t read his old self from the memory of the land.

It’s not strange for an average person to be scared, or for a clever person to try to use that as a weakness.

But Felber has since tried to be of help to him.

‘An old man like this should not become an obstacle in the path of a hero like you.’

Remembering the words he left behind, Dallon inadvertently chuckled.

It’s something I think about often these days, but the fate of many people was truly changing.

If there were people he intentionally brought in, like LeVeron or Siena Lucia.

There were also unintended twists, like Felber Valentino, Tommy Valentino or Penny.

‘Volkmar Galios is also one of those people.’

In fact, while playing the game, Dallon had never even heard the name of the Galios leader.

This is probably because the planned future of the Galios Merchant Marine Company was to be swallowed up by the Telia Company.

It was not long after the tutorial ended that Telia showed her teeth to Galios.

And if you played as a basic character, it was time to level up and save money by doing miscellaneous mercenary quests.

At that point, the fate of Volkmar, who was competing for the commercial power in Falcion against Telia, was also obvious without having to see it in person.

‘He would disappear without a word and become a monster, or he would just die.’

A fate that has never changed in hundreds of episodes.

How many fates have already been changed by the hands of just one person?

Feeling like his shoulders were getting heavy for no reason, Dallon shook his head.

Knock knock.

At that time, someone knocked lightly on the window cover. Dallen slowly opened the window.