Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 303

Chapter 303,

Chapter 93. The owner of Temar’s second tomb (1)

left the store to Jogeobi and went home first, and Jin and his colleagues were the only customers.

Hurry up, wagwagu, chump chump champ, misleading…!

The sound of All Mango chewing on the cookie stood out. He almost looked like a cookie-crazed god.

As if meeting water in an oasis in the desert, you are literally inhaling cookies.

‘What kind of god is this?’

Jin couldn’t help but feel a bit absurd. On the one hand, I thought I should have prepared more cookies.

Colleagues who were nearby also naturally came nearby and began to watch it.

It was an amazing experience. Watching God stick his head in a basket and eat cookies.

[Is there any more!?]

When about 70 percent of the cookies in the basket were gone, All Mango looked up and said.

“That is all.”

[Tell me there are more.]

Really desperate eyes.

“There should be. Across the sea, at the tea shop on the 3rd floor of Tikan Free City.”

[Huh… Then I’ll have to save this. The contractor should taste it too.]

All Mango closed the basket with trembling hands.

cute! Enya involuntarily screamed and the others shrugged.

[Hmmmm.]

All Mango cleared his throat as if he was embarrassed by the gazes looking at him again.

[Still, even though I’m a newcomer, I showed rudeness for a while… If possible, tell the owner of a tea shop in Tikan. He said this all mango was the best snack he had ever tasted. This is not a human skill.]

It’s really not human, but I didn’t think there was a need to tell you.

“I’ll be sure to tell you.”

[Good good. Yes you are Jean Runcandel. In other words, the 1,000-year contractor that Solderlet said?]

“That’s right.”

[Prove it.]

As Jin formed a fist-sized sphere of aura in the palm of his hand, Olmango nodded.

[I’m sure. In fact, I thought you wouldn’t reach me alive. Before he became a jockey, he made a fuss against Ziple and a wanted order was issued… I thought he would surely die.]

Like all people living in Hufester, Jogeobi and Olmango knew the whole story of the Seongguk incident.

[That Solderlet friend finally got it right a thousand years later.]

“Hey, God of Shells. we are busy Hurry up and give me the key.”

Murakan said curtly.

He was feeling a bit sad that Olmango called Solderlet a ‘friend’.

Until he fell into a long sleep, Murakan had never seen Solderlet hang out with Olmango.

In fact, all mango’s ability known to the public was, at best, moistening the contractor’s skin and easily attracting fish and shellfish.

In addition, it is a blessing to be able to cook shellfish very deliciously at any time and under any circumstances.

That is why Murakan always regarded Olmango as a miscellaneous god.

It wasn’t because Murakan was particularly rude, but most people in the world thought of Olmango that way.

That was the reason Jo Geobi, the contractor for All Mango, was working as a clerk at such a remote bar.

[Judging from what you say, you must be the black dragon Murakan. Solderlet worried about you a lot.]

“You left the keys to Temar’s tomb only to you or a guy like Picon Minche without a word from me, but you worried about me?”

[Solderett must have had a situation like that?]

“Heng! what do you know That is the case.”

All Mango shakes his head.

Murakan was annoyed by those bright eyes, but it was not something to argue with Mango.

Co-workers saw Murakan talking bluntly and felt that he was very upset.

It’s Picon. They’ve known each other for a thousand years, but from Murakan’s point of view, All Mango was a really unexpected opponent.

[Whatever. Now that we’ve finished eating the cookies, let’s open the second tomb of the first family head of Runkandel. By the way, Gene Runkandel.]

“Yes.”

[Are we going to go in together?]

Jin made eye contact with Mango as if wondering.

“Is that possible?”

[There is nothing that can’t be done. Isn’t it just a tomb to commemorate someone?]

Visiting Temar’s grave with his friends other than Murakan or Misha was a problem he had never thought of.

[However, as it is a special tomb, you must be prepared to take risks.]

Danger.

It was a phrase that was immediately understandable when thinking of the first tomb. If there were guardians modeled after teenage knights like Silderrey Runkandel, it wasn’t just dangerous.

Jin didn’t want to put his comrades in such danger.

However, he also knew that sometimes borrowing the help of his colleagues was a way to respect them.

‘Everyone seems to be willing to go together unconditionally.’

Colleagues have already made their choice.

It bothered me that my colleagues weren’t able to help Jin as actively as before.

“Do you know what kind of guardian is inside Olmango’s second tomb?”

[I cannot answer.]

“Why?”

[All memory of him is gone. No matter how hard I try to think of it, I can only think of a very faint image.]

Among the teenage knights, there was not a single figure that has not been erased from history.

[But one thing is certain. he will be tired Because there was already a big battle with Zipline damaging the tomb several times…]

The first tomb guardian, Silder Ray, was a guardian formed after Zipline dug up the tomb.

It was a guardian that only manifested when the condition of ‘a thousand-year contractor is coming’ is met.

On the other hand, the guardian of the second tomb has been guarding the tomb since the beginning.

A bitter smile spread across Mango’s lips as he tried to recall the face he couldn’t remember once again.

[Let’s go.]

Jin and his colleagues followed Olmango out of the tavern.

It was an exceptionally starry night. Somehow, it seemed as if the starlight was making a path for them as they walked.

The place where Olmango stopped walking was the beach where the party had been swimming and playing all along.

“…is the second tomb here?”

[Yes.]

Chalbang…!

Olmango entered the beach and looked back at the party. It means don’t stand still and follow me.

[Follow me in a row.]

After a while, an amazing thing happened.

Following the slow steps of Olmango, a ‘road’ is being created on the water.

He walked on the sea as if walking on flat land, and he looked so mysterious that he could be called a god.

Naturally, it was their first time walking on water.

“Wow… He must be really God, Gongja Jin.”

“Right. Thanks to Nari Jet, I am experiencing something new again. It is the most elegant scenery I have ever seen to gently hit the waves everywhere.”

“It’s a really nice vacation, my dear.”

Even Quikantel was deeply admiring the power of Olmango.

Murakan only mumbled that he was just walking on water.

It took an hour. Looking back, the sea was all starlit, and land was barely visible.

[This should be enough to open it soon.]

“What do you mean by opening it? Didn’t you give me the key?”

Olmango spread both hands at Murakan’s words.

[My power is the key, Murakan.]

The next moment.

Shaaaaaaaaaaaa…!

Suddenly, the sea in front of Olmango began to part.

Like a piece of cloth being torn in two.

“her. crazy like this What is this!”

Even Murakan, who had been displeased all along, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

So did my colleagues.

Even Jin opened his mouth without realizing it.

Quaaa rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! According to Olmango’s touch, the sea was forming two waterfalls.

No one would believe the fact that this miraculous landscape was being drawn by the shell god, no matter how hard I tried to explain it.

It didn’t even end with parting the sea.

‘My God, what is that?’

Jin and his colleagues looked down at the parting sea.

There were clams there.

An indescribably gigantic and sleek… a clam that is obviously the only one in the world with its snout wide open.

It was a good size compared to most fortresses.

[It’s been a long time since I’ve been working hard. This is why Murakan Solderlet chose me. It’s really rare in the world to be able to handle a seal like this.]

The trivial appearance of being obsessed with cookies seemed like a lie. The party (even Murakan) had no choice but to pay homage to Olmango with one mind.

The reason why Olmango, the god of clams, is known to the world as a god of mischief, is no different.

It was because I always had to conserve energy. All Mango’s mission as a god was to use that power to protect stories for those in need at the right time by hiding them in a giant shell.

Whoop whoop whoop…!

like a black pearl.

A huge aura seal was wriggling inside the clam. The seal was the entrance to Temar’s second tomb.

[So I hope you don’t feel too sad about Solderlet. Everyone, hurry up and go.]

“Thank you Mr. Olmango.”

[I just did what I had to do. Oh and.]

Olmango made eye contact with Jin and continued talking behind his back.

[I don’t remember who it was, but give it to a friend inside. You said you had a lot of trouble.]

“I will not forget and tell you.”

One by one, the party threw themselves into the seal of aura held by the clams.

When the whole party was sucked into the seal of aura, Olmango’s clam closed its gigantic mouth.

* * *

This time, it was a sub-space made up of Spirituality.

However, unlike the first tomb, which was endlessly dark and desolate.

The second tomb was full of traces of fierce battles everywhere as soon as it was entered.

The white bone, presumed to be the wizard of the old Ziffle, was tumbling on the floor enough to be kicked in, but it turned to powder when touched.

“Ah, it was very mysterious until just now. It is very lonely and bleak here.”

“…How many white bones do you have? I can’t guess how many people the guardian here has dealt with alone, Prince Jin.”

Jet and Casimir looked around and said.

While the party pondered for a moment on which direction to walk, a woman’s voice was heard from afar.

[Somehow, I felt a commotion from far away. Yes, I knew you would come…]

The party immediately alerted themselves and turned their heads there.

And Murakan immediately recognized the owner of the voice this time.

“Sarah? Sarah Runkandel, are you right?”

[Murakan…]

Eventually, the figure of the Guardian was revealed.

She was wearing an armor similar to that of the Runcandel Guardian Knights like Silderray, but the armor was torn and pitted all over and was in a miserable state.

Not only the armor, but also the body. Aura was flowing like blood from the only arm left and from the seemingly countless wounds.

[Why are you so late? You damn bastard.]

The Guardian said, making eye contact with Murakan.