Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 98

Dallen, the one-eyed master craftsman (2), stretched out his hand.

The juicy lamb ribs were steaming between his fingers.

A luxurious dish made with lamb smoked over a fragrant wood fire, wrapped in herbs and steamed for four hours.

Meat that breaks gently in your mouth, juicy with rich flavor, and even a slight layer of fat that adds an interesting texture.

Dallen felt a sense of happiness spreading throughout his mouth as he tried this inn’s special lamb braised with herbs for the first time in three months.

“Dallen. “I tell you in the name of my Sisela, never go to that doctor’s office.”

In front of him, Volkmar Galios, the owner of the Galios Merchant Marine, opened his mouth with a serious look on his face.

Dallen munched on the meat in silence. With eyes half closed, all senses are focused on the mouth.

The person who answered the merchant’s words was Felber, who was sipping watered medicinal liquor next to him.

“Why are you holding me back like that? “Didn’t you just stop by that doctor’s office?”

“We visited for transaction, not treatment, wizard.”

Volkma immediately politely folded his hands and answered.

About thirty minutes ago, when he found out that Felber was an elder wizard of the Elgaia Tower, he was completely shocked and flipped over.

‘How did you get so young?’

‘hmm? Have you seen me?’

‘I met my father when I was young when he sent me to Palcion for education. Although we only met from afar. Twenty years have passed since that day, and it’s as if you’ve aged backwards.’

‘is it? Hehehehe! ‘This guy is a businessman by nature!’

Felber’s voice, laughing as he told the inn to leave, was still clear.

Seeing that he liked it so much when people told him he looked young, it seemed like even that seasoned wizard was still a human being after all.

‘It’s true that I’m getting younger.’

One of the two skills given by Dallen, the regenerative factor of dragon’s blood, injected unprecedented vitality into Felber’s body.

Just by looking at the outside, the wrinkles have been reduced to less than half, and the organs and bones inside the body are not much different from those in their twenties.

In addition, because the long lifespan gained as a member of the family synergized with the regeneration factor, Felber’s gradually changing appearance was understandable even if he had drunk some kind of elixir of youth.

“For several months now, I have been going back and forth between Lvivbach and Labyrinth City, laying the foundation for my herbal medicine business. “At that time, there was a good harvest of medicinal herbs in the Lvivbach Forest, which was a great benefit.”

Volkmar took a gulp of low-alcohol beer as if his throat was burning.

Dallen glanced at one more rib and then stared at it. Wasn’t that guy weak at drinking?

Without any hesitation, the merchant, with a red face after drinking half a glass of beer, began to tell stories about his recent business.

It was simple to summarize the rumors, such as that attacks by monsters are frequent these days and that as the number of people in Lvivbach increases, so do the number of fraudsters.

Although this is a lot of talk, this resourceful merchant succeeded in building a fairly solid commercial network between Lvivbach and Falcion in just three months.

In the process, it was natural that he became friends with herbalists and lawmakers in Lvivbach.

And he, who visited Lvivbach again about 15 days ago, said that he went there in person after hearing the news that there was a new clinic that had recently opened.

In order to get to know each other, we met a few times and made small supply deals.

“But those guys are weird.”

Volkmar spoke in a voice with a slightly twisted tongue.

“I don’t know too much about the prices around here to be a member of the National Assembly. The herbs they bought from us were also paid for about half the original price. In reality, you are running a business that is no different from losing money, but even if you are a member of the National Assembly, you will not work that way once you have opened a business.”

“Couldn’t they try to dominate the commercial market with low prices?”

Volkmar tilted his head.

“…How do you know such things?”

“I learned it in my hometown.”

The competitive method of aggressively monopolizing the commercial area with low prices and then normalizing prices again was a familiar aspect to him.

Of course, this is possible because we live in the 21st century, where news and the Internet have developed.

From the perspective of a local who had been running the business for a long time, it was incomprehensible that an ordinary mercenary knew about such a marketing strategy.

Volkmar thought about something for a moment and then shook his head.

Dallen was far from an ordinary mercenary, so I just decided to accept it.

“Hmm, anyway, you’ll need a strong source of funds to do that. But I couldn’t find their source of funds even when I washed my eyes and looked for them. It smells really bad. “Isn’t that right?”

Volkmar said, shaking his empty beer glass.

“Usually, the duke’s faction, backed by an organization similar to the royal family, often disguises itself like this. “Because they have a lot of money, they only bargain for show, and they buy everything they need, even if it means paying more.”

For a single merchant like me, he’s a good partner to spend a whole season with. Volkmar chuckled as he was handed a new beer glass by the waiter.

After taking a few more sips of beer, he opened his mouth again with a serious expression on his face.

“So, if you are injured or something, do not seek medical attention from such a suspicious group. “I will introduce you to an herbalist and doctor I know well.”

“I think it’s pointless to worry.”

A low, deep voice interrupted. Dallen just glanced away.

The owner of the voice was a dwarf who was quietly drinking beer next to him.

The dwarf, who had been drinking strong ale, unlike Volkmar’s, put away the empty wooden glass and brought a new glass directly to him.

“I don’t think this warrior came here for treatment anyway.”

“Oh, I see…?”

“okay. My clothes smell like gunpowder. I guess I’m caught up in something annoying. “Isn’t that right, a warrior?”

The dwarf raised the corners of his mouth meaningfully. Dallen turned his head and stared at the dwarf with a sullen expression.

The dwarf’s dark brown eyes met Dallen’s deep black ones.

The dwarf trembled for a moment without knowing why.

Hands shaking. Beer flowing down. Dallen said, munching on the meat.

“Now that I think about it, I haven’t heard your introduction yet.”

“…….”

“I’m Dallon.”

“…I know.”

Phew. The dwarf said while barely sighing.

He slowly lifted his trembling hand and touched it to the corner of his forehead and stroked his face.

Then, as if by magic, the dwarf’s face changed.

Not the blunt-looking dwarf you see everywhere, but a dwarf with a slightly thin face and one prosthetic eye.

“I am…Bjorn. He is a dwarf who runs a small shop in the Bronze District of Falcion. “People in the world call me a glass-eyed junk dealer.”

A dwarf who introduces himself in a slightly stuttering voice.

When Dallen heard the introduction and saw his face, he almost spit out the meat he had been mumbling for a moment.

The dwarf who was gulping beer in front of me was the one who created Sienna’s 5-shot crossbow.

One of the few hero-level craftsmen in the game, along with Mithril refiner LeVeron Ahakim.

This is because he was ‘Bjorn Kaladrakum,’ a one-eyed master craftsman who had no equal in mechanical engineering and gunpowder weapons.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Demon Slayer Dallon.”

Bjorn said. Dallen put down his glass and turned his head towards Sang Sang-ju.

Sang-ju, who had been watching the conversation between the two people, was startled by his glowing eyes and pulled back his upper body.

“Why are you looking at me like that? “It’s scary.”

“…oh my god.”

Dallen lifted his hand and rubbed his face.

The one-eyed master craftsman would normally not take a single step outside the city until the middle part of the game was over.

In addition, he was an NPC who was good at changing his face with the power of his bloodline, so no matter how hard you searched, you couldn’t find him in the beginning.

“Tell me without hiding anything, Sang-Sang-ju.”

Therefore, Dallon had no choice but to sigh and ask.

“How on earth did you find the one-eyed master craftsman?”

***

To conclude, no matter how resourceful a merchant Volkmar was, he did not find the one-eyed master craftsman himself.

Rather, this journey began with Bjorn visiting Sangsanju.

“This guy said he really needs to meet you.”

Volkmar, who had sobered up a little after drinking the herbal decoction, said:

“He said he had a problem with an acquaintance of his and was thinking of asking you for help. “He didn’t tell me the details, though.”

“friend?”

Dallen stroked his chin. As far as he knew, the one-eyed master craftsman was a person who rarely interacted with others.

At this point, the number of people he could call his acquaintances could be counted on one hand. And two of them are Dallon too…

“Okay, we’ll talk about that next time. “Shouldn’t we first resolve the situation this warrior is in?”

Dwarf Bjorn waved his hand and changed the subject.

Dallen chuckled and nodded. As I said, it was true that the problem at hand was more urgent.

After Bjorn revealed his identity, Dallon told the two of them the current situation.

He said that the tsarist traitors attacked him before entering the city and opened a clinic to ensure his assassination.

And the reason for this is the ‘ownerless’ mercenary card stored in subspace.

In the process, there was a small incident where the curious merchant owner said with a meaningful look, ‘You really killed the owner of that group…?’ and then fell to the ground after being hit on the back by the dwarf sitting next to him.

“Hmm, now that I think about it, how did you originally plan to handle it?”

Bjorn asked, fiddling with his beard. Dallen shrugged.

“As usual.”

“…usually?”

“They’re saying we’re going to attack first and kill them all. “Cluck.”

Felber smiled happily with a slightly red face.

Bjorn thought it was a funny joke and laughed along, but when he saw Dallen’s expression, he realized that it was not a lie.

“…Even if they are traitors, they are people of the Tsardom. “These are the people who are resisting the powerful Iron Blood Army of the Tsardom.”

“so?”

“I’m saying it’s at least capable of doing the work of the Sangvis Army. “Even if you are a demon slayer, it is a dangerous challenge.”

Dallen laughed lowly. It’s dangerous.

The Tsarist Iron and Blood Army was clearly a powerful army comparable to the imperial army.

Because it had been able to withstand so far against the corrupted barbarians coming down from the north.

But when was it not dangerous?

It was equally dangerous when pointing a sword at a great apostle of a cult or when grappling with a demon.

The witch’s curse almost reduced him to a pile of ashes, and in the presence of the true dragon, he was prepared to lose his life with a single blow.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A path I have walked with the belief that I would rather give up a muksabal than be eaten by the end.

Didn’t you find yourself where you are now at the end of that road?

Even if a situation arises where the Tsardom becomes corrupted and has to fight directly against the Iron Blood Army rather than the rebels of the Tsardom.

Dallen had no intention of giving up a single step.

“…Right.”

Was it possible to read some of the paths taken through silent smiles and eyes?

The father-in-law, a long-lived dwarf who had lived longer than the elder wizard Felver, took a deep breath and nodded.

He finished the beer in one go and put the glass down.

“Good. It’s a good thing I found you. “Then please allow me to help you just this once.”

“help?”

“That way, when I tell you what I wanted to ask you to do, I won’t feel a little less indebted to you.”

Dallen buried himself deeply in the backrest. He sipped from a glass filled with strong medicinal liquor and stared at Bjorn.

“Okay. “Tell me about it.”

“It is not wise to quietly avoid them as you think. “If we don’t attack them here, they will definitely come after us soon.”

said the dwarf. Dallen nodded.

“However, it would be best not to incur resentment with the mercenaries in this city in the process. “I mean, you don’t have to do it with your own hands.”

“What if it’s not my hand?”

“Please lend me the gunpowder you have.”

Bjorn’s eyes sparkled.

The one and only brown eye gave a glimpse of the craftsman’s intense passion and tenacity.

The one-eyed craftsman stroked his beer glass cheerfully, creating deep wrinkles at the corners of his mouth with a smile.

“I’m going to blow them up from the building.”

***

In a room where the smell of medicinal herbs fills my nose.

A middle-aged man with a spiky beard was tapping the table with an uncomfortable expression.

The robed shaman was looking into a crystal ball in front of him. Nervous gaze. Biting lips as a habit.

My fingers stopped tapping on the table. The middle-aged man said.

“Where is it?”

“I can’t see it yet.”

“I heard you saw it yesterday?”

“yes. It was clearly visible. “It was also near the location where the raiding team ambushed.”

“Then why can’t I see it now? “Is there something wrong with the technique?”

“That…”

The shaman shrugged his shoulders. In my heart, I had over a thousand words to say.

It wasn’t even him who created this tracking spell, so how would he know it was an error?

He must have been a great wizard or something to figure it out and fix it, and he wouldn’t have been a compass under someone else like this.

If you think about it, it wasn’t even his own doctor who got into this.

I simply applied to make a living using the skills I learned over the shoulder from a visiting teacher when an announcement was made to recruit people who could use tracking techniques.

‘Who would have thought I would be working with these damn traitors?’

The shaman pursed his lips. There was no use in regretting.

Since he was in a situation where he never knew when a knife would come to his throat, the only thing that would greet him if he left here was someone’s informing and the execution site of the Iron Blood Army.

Perhaps because they had already committed treason once, these guys were more merciless than anyone else when it came to punishing traitors.

It might have been a good thing if it ended like a dew on the execution ground. In the worst case, there will be days and nights of torture so terrible that it would be better to die.

‘C’mon. ‘Why am I so blinded by money?’

The shaman, who had already seen such cases several times, just prayed that today would pass safely.

“…uh?”

At that time, the shaman’s eyes widened. He fumbled with his crystal ball in a confused gesture.

“Great Captain.”

“what?”

“The tracking spell engraved on the mercenary badge has been revealed again.”

“Are you sure?”

Banditbeard suddenly stood up. He approached the shaman with long strides.

“Where are you?” “Tell me right now.”

“That’s it.”

The shaman gaped. Even as I looked into the crystal ball, I wondered if this was true.

This crystal ball technique, whose origin is unknown, had the characteristic of revealing more information as the tracking target approached.

And the location of the tracking target that suddenly appeared was in the middle of the street, only a dozen meters away from the building.

Due to the ever-closer distance, a vague image of the tracking target appeared deep inside the crystal sphere, as if looking through a telescope.

“It’s right on the street near the building. And…”

“And what?”

The shaman swallowed his saliva and continued speaking in a trembling voice.

“I see a large coffin on a cart. The mercenaries must be inside it.”

Bandit Beard smiled broadly.