The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 211

My Villains Episode 211

46. Master of Dreams (1)

As I remember as Kim Seung-soo, Starmaker Soleva was quite a tricky opponent.

Soleva itself was a powerful wizard, but the Drake he rode was also a more dangerous monster than most other names. The slaves summoned using the golden ring were also quite strong.

And the reason he felt stronger than anything I encountered in the game was probably because he came out with two more other names.

What this means is that there were only three slaves summoned by Sol Reva in the game: ‘Archibald the Pure White Knight’, ‘Silverfang’, and ‘Shunkasle the Thunderbolt’.

But for some reason, in reality, ‘San Druid Wunstead’ and ‘Sezala the Witch of the Den’ came along. These two originally appeared as independent random names.

Well, if I use my imagination a little…

I wonder if Soleva, who was wandering in the evil mist, accidentally met ‘Sand Druid Wunstead’ and ‘Cesala the Witch of the Den’ and enslaved them as well.

Since all six people who knew the context have become corpses, there will be no way to hear the truth now.

In any case, the battle against Soleva and its slaves was in fact similar in difficulty to dealing with six or seven named names at once.

And I was able to get a pretty good reward for the hard work.

First, I looked at the man in white armor, Archibald the Knight in White.

“…Lord, how can such a calamity happen?”

Gidon, the crossbowman, touched his forehead and chest once, then looked up at the sky at a misty haze. Then he turned to me and said in a heavy tone.

“It is a great sin to kill a cathedral knight. The Lord of Light will remember this and will punish you one day.”

“well.”

I shrugged and answered.

“It was unavoidable, so wouldn’t the Lord forgive me? Actually, that’s not true. A heavily armed knight is attacking you. How do you know if it’s a cathedral knight or something?”

“I have eyes too, Nari. I have clearly seen him use his divine powers.”

“O uh” — 丁that”

I scratched my eyebrows, unable to hide my annoyance, and Fritz, a ponytail who was digging a grave, sarcastically drove a shovel into the dirt.

“Nimi Then what should I do? ‘Oh, the cathedral knight has arrived. My neck is here, so go ahead and take it.’ Should I have said that?”

“It’s not like that, it’s that I had to make an effort to keep my life. If you fear the wrath of the Lord, you should do it.”

“Ha Lord’s Wrath? Do you think the Lord of the Order of Neg is as narrow-minded as your dick? You’re talking nonsense, you bastard.”

Gidon’s face turned red at Fritz’s verbal abuse.

“I will cut off your filthy tongue, you son of a bitch.”

“Before that, your shit-like face will be crushed first?”

“Okay, try it!”

When Gidon jumped at him in anger, Fritz, who had been giggling, also clenched his fists and strode forward.

“stop!”

Before they could face off, Steedman and other mercenaries came forward.

“Stay back, you assholes!”

“Kidon, you endure! It hasn’t been a day or two since he put a rag in his mouth-”

…It’s just that there’s no such thing as a mess.

Everyone fights like a veteran mercenary, but they are more like gangsters than soldiers, so accidents of the sort often break out.

For me, who had never worn epaulettes in the army and was always a pawn at work, controlling these thugs was not usually difficult.

“Ehh.”

As I let out a sigh and leaned my back against the withered cherry tree, the loud snoring I heard from one side ended.

“7 o uh” ―L–T that.

Utequai stretched out with a growl and brushed away a frown like someone suffering from a hangover. Then, seeing the blood and bodily fluids on the palm of his hand, he narrowed his brow and opened his hand.

“Leave this! I’m going to burst those bastard snake eyes!”

“under! Stop blowing your mouth and try it!”

Meanwhile, the mercenaries were still making a fuss. Utequai puffed out his chest and inhaled,

”Shut up-!”

He roared so loudly that the air quivered.

The mercenaries, startled by the thunderous voice, stood tall. Utequai glanced around and asked Fritz.

“A grave?”

“…Uh, I dug it all up.”

“Buy two more.”

“Yes? What to do”

“There are two more people to ask.” Fritz and Gidon’s faces turned white at the dark gaze directed at them.

“Heh heh heh. Even if hyung-nim joked,

“Joke? Do you think so?”

“…uh”

Utequai burst out laughing as the two mercenaries’ lips dried up.

“It is a tomb for the knights of your god and the warriors of the steppe.”

“Ah”

“What? Come on.”

The fuss was over when Fritz and Gidon gasped for shovels.

“lily.”

The veteran conjurer, who was smiling bitterly at the sight, gave me careful advice.

“I think it would be better not to bring that cathedral knight’s equipment.”

“Ugh,

what Archibald was wearing was proper plate armor. It’s probably something made by the ‘Royal Dormena Armor Workshop’

…

“What’s wrong. If you carelessly ate something like that, I’ll pretend.”

“you’re right. It could be misunderstood by the clergy of the church, and Gidon will not stand still.”

I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for the divine power flowing gently through the armor, he would have painted it black before wearing it.

In the end, I had to watch Archibald’s headless corpse enter the tomb, wearing pure white plate armor and holding a broken two-handed sword.

“…it sucks.”

After all, I have nothing to do with plate armor. I’m fed up with changing armor every time.

Next was ‘Cesala, the Witch of the Cave’.

She was decapitated by Mungchi and was wearing a frayed robe. All he had was old dice and a hand bone of a leather puppet, and other junk of unknown use.

“Still, this seemed a bit usable.”

The freckled mummy said that while holding out a black wooden staff. It was not painted separately

, but it seemed to be the original color.

After meditating, Ellen looked at the cane and opened her mouth with a sad expression.

“It’s a cottonwood stick. It must have been around 200 years.”

“Is it valuable?”

“Whatever. It is a favorite of summoners and necromancers. It strengthens your dominance. I would have liked Siren.”

As I recall, Siren, the mage of the Lao family, said that at most two golems could be summoned at once. Ellen’s explanation was that the number would have increased if this wand had been used.

It’s a pretty rare item, but it’s useless right now, so I decided to keep it.

Like this wand, as well as the ‘Rainbow of Incidents’ set I got from the soul shaman Karamek…

No matter how precious a magic tool is, if there is no one to use it, it’s just a burden. This is why it is important to gather talented colleagues.

The third was ‘Sand Druid Wunstead’.

The ‘Ancient Dragon Horn Flute’ that Soleva blew earlier belonged to this Druid. Blowing the horn to inflict wide-area paralysis, then transforming into a bear and charging at it was the pattern.

The Horn of the Ancient Dragon is a very useful item, but unfortunately it was smashed by Cole’s arrow. It’s an old item, so its magic power is almost volatilized, but it could have been used ten more times… Well, there’s nothing you can do about it.

The goat horn helmet that the Druid was wearing was also a

magic tool.

Mira shrugged, showing the remains of her helmet.

…I broke this one. After kicking the druid’s severed head like a soccer ball, he exploded it with bloodletting, and the helmet was also smashed.

Ha, it’s like this every time. They do all sorts of strange things just by looking at the blood…

I can’t. I think I should meditate for an hour before going to bed today.

“But Utequai.”

“hmm?” “This guy is also a druid, so can I not take care of him?”

“I do not know.”

“I don’t know?”

Utequai nodded.

“That druid is not a steppe druid. I am the druid of the mountain.”

“…is it different, the two of you?”

“right. The spirit of the origin culture is different.”

The guy touched his thick chin and continued.

“Perhaps putting it high up is enough. Let’s go back to nature.”

Hmmm, like a windmill?

The fourth was ‘Silver Fang’.

“Look at this. The old woman had three nasty things.”

Ellen stuck out her tongue as Mira lined up her magic tools and her eyes lit up.

“How do you come to find magic tools like this when you don’t even have magical powers?”

“What does magic have to do with finding magic tools?”

“What does it matter? You have to feel the magic to know if it’s a magic tool or not.”

Mira gave a slight smile and wiggled her fingers.

“That’s something only wizards like Ellen can do, and we have other ways.”

“other way?”

Mira wrinkled her nose.

“yes. It smells like money.”

“…a strange talent.”

“It’s natural.”

Leaving behind the confused Ellen and proud-looking Mira, she looked at Silverfang’s magic tools.

There was one black leather leash that would be worn on a beast, and two knives.

Ellen examined the items and spoke thoughtfully.

“Both of the spells on the sword are simple. One is like a spell that makes the blade sharper. Anything else that strengthens the Yin power?”

“Oh yeah?”

It’s at least at the level of a magic item, but it’s a very welcome word. Because the sword with the ‘spell to enhance sharpness’ was quite unusual.

“It’s a bunch. Isn’t this from your town?”

“It is a little different. It’s still the same.”

“Would you like to give it a try?”

“yes yes!”

Mungchi nodded his head with a very lively expression. Whenever she cried because she was being scolded by me, she seems to have regained her energy by playing with me for a while.

The knife he received was short enough to be 50 cm long.

In the eyes of the people of the Milanol Kingdom, its shape would be very strange, but it was quite familiar to me. I saw it often in historical dramas.

If I go back to my memories of playing the game, I think that kind of sword was called ‘Ungeom (雲適)’.

I don’t know how the old werewolf got these things, but he likes wads, so that’s fine.

Mung-chi, who had been spinning, swinging, and stabbing the cloud sword, looked back at me with sparkling eyes.

“what’?”

“swimming.”

I laughed at his stupid laugh and nodded my head.

“Thank you-”

Ellen, standing next to me, furrowed her brow slightly as I stroked the hair of the bundle that was being carried into my arms pretending to be happy.

“Isn’t it over yet? Get out of the way.”

“Eh”

The mangchi with shrugged shoulders looked up at me and smiled and patted my shoulder. The guy muttered dissatisfiedly and backed away, tearing off the robe Cesala was wearing and wrapping the sword around it.

“Now then, the other knife…

The knife with the strength-enhancing option was a curved sword that was mainly used by the Nudin people. I gently squeezed it and said

“Hmm.”

…I don’t feel anything special.

It’s probably not a fixed numerical increase, but an option that says ‘increase by X when strength is less than X’.

Well, it wasn’t a great magic tool, but looking at the wave patterns engraved on the blade and the well-balanced center of gravity, it seemed like a pretty good knife in itself.

I looked around at the mercenaries who could use a curved sword.

“Who would you like to have?”

“I’m done.”

The freckled mummy shook her head and tapped the sword at her waist.

“This Arming Sword is also a magic tool. What do you do with two magic swords? If you find out that you are a greedy bitch, you will be cursed at.”

The hard-working Steedman also shook his head, showing off the ‘Sword of Hunger’s Wolves’.

“I’m going to get used to this pulse first.”

The veteran conjurer shrugged as he looked down at the grime-stained decapitator.

“After working as a mercenary for a long time, I realized that the sword I was using was better than a decent sword.”

One-eyed Simos said, scratching under his eyepatch.

“Looking at the shape, it looks like you’re going to cut your palms by pouring lightning into the blade. I am done.” As she said that, she glanced at me.

“Uh, of course, I will just use it if the ruler tells me to.”

“it’s okay.”

Simos smiled awkwardly, and the heavy soldier Dervish standing next to him smiled broadly.

“Ha- what is this atmosphere? Nari, can I use that?”

“What’s not going to happen? It’s not even free.”

“Isn’t it free?”

“Of course you have to pay.”

“Would you like me?”

“I will distribute it to the entire party. Well, that includes me.”

Dervish, as well as other mercenaries, made faces asking what bullshit that was. Ugh I can only let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong, everyone doesn’t know the goal?”

“…goal pot? What is it?”

I introduced the reward distribution method invented by gamers on Earth by gathering their wisdom, and the mercenaries expressed their agreement, admiring its rationality.

“No wait.”

On the other hand, Dervish pointed to the bundle and said, as if he was dissatisfied with something.

“Didn’t that woman pay? Why only me”

“You are weaker than a bunch.”

“Besides, you are a mercenary hired by me. Isn’t it natural to have a difference?”

Dervish, at a loss for words, dragged the money bag with a shit-chewed expression.

In addition to all the property she had, she received a combat allowance for this battle and a month’s wages in advance, and only after making 25 gold coins was she able to obtain the nude curve sword.

Well, 25 gold coins is not that expensive. I bought a magic sword for the price of a few horses, but this is very reasonable.

“…Hmm, are you okay?”

Whether he realized this or felt that his strength was growing, Dervish’s contorted expression relaxed slightly as soon as he gripped the curved sword.

After distributing the gold coins she paid with the party, she turned to Ellen.

“Then what is this leash?”

“…Well, it seems that ‘blur’ is engraved on it.”

“haziness?”

As for the blur, I had experienced it indirectly in Longville.

The mercenary ‘Uncle Joe’s gang attacked Atalanta’s party after drinking a potion of obscurity and hiding on the side of the road.

“Aren’t magic tools that can cast spells pretty rare?”

“Yes, but there seems to be something else.”

“You don’t know what it is?”

“O” Heh.

I opened my mouth after scratching my eyebrows.

“Would you like to take a ride? If I had magic resistance, it would be quite.”

“You idiot, don’t be foolish.”

Ellen bit her pink lips and examined the leash again.

“It’s something that werewolves used. There might be something like a mutation-type curse hanging on it.”

“The Curse of Mutation?”

I unconsciously turned my head and met Mungchi’s eyes. He somehow had his ears perked up and his eyes shining.

Following my gaze, Ellen nodded and continued.

“okay. If you use this carelessly, you might turn into a dog or a pig, just like Mungchi did.”

“Then, shall we keep it without touching it for now?”

“huh. It’s better to stay that way until you get cleansed in church.”

…It seems like a line is tenaciously attached to the leash that goes into the backpack. Is it because of the mood?

After burning Silver Fang’s corpse, I checked the equipment of the ‘Thunderbolt Ax Schunkasle’.

“Isn’t this something unusual?”

What Mira held out was an ax with a white handle. As she said, the blade of the ax felt a strange energy.

“okay. I can feel the energy of the elements.”

“for a moment.”

Before Ellen could appraise it, U Tequai stepped out.

“I keep this axe.”

“you?”

“right. I will pass it on to his family.”

“…what did you know?”

“I don’t know the warrior’s name. But I know he is a warrior from the Sueatan tribe.”

Come to think of it, before burying Schunkasle’s body, he said he had taken a feather sash from his arm. Maybe that’s how they figured out where they came from.

“We make treasures at Sueatan Hill of the Wind. That ax is the same.”

“This axe?”

“Yes. I am the great warrior of the grassland. It protects the treasures of neighboring tribes.”

“okay?”

I scratched my eyebrows and looked back at the group.

“Anyone dissatisfied that this ax Utequai keeps?”

there can’t be

Utequai wrapped Shunkasle’s ax in leather and put it in his backpack.

I’m curious about the options, but arguing with Utequai over this is stupid. Let’s just pretend there isn’t.

And the sixth and last.

The long-awaited highlight was Starmaker Soleva’s equipment.

“I will write this.”

Ellen picked up a conical hat with crimson feathers and pulled it down. It looks a little big on his head, but I like the mask so much that it just suits him.

And, for wizards, conical hats are a national rule.

“What is that thing for?”

“wait for a sec.”

Ellen closed her eyes to concentrate, and the crimson feathers on her cone-top hat sparkled. At the same time, the boy disappeared in an instant.

“oh!”

“Wow-”

The mercenaries looked around in amazement, but Ellen was nowhere to be found. Even Mungchi and I couldn’t feel his presence.

How many seconds have passed?

I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and I quickly turned around and grabbed the wand that was about to hit me in the back of the head.

WO ”

=

“…what are you doing?”

Ellen, whose wand was taken away, replied with a puzzled face.

“I was just kidding. Are you complaining’?”

“what the.”

I smiled and held out the wand, and he returned it with a sad face.

“What was that? It didn’t seem like invisibility.”

“It briefly escaped to the dimensional boundary.”

“To the border of dimensions?”

“huh. To be precise, changing the structure of the body and taking on the prize of another dimension and existence… Oh, anyway, it has so much magic that only I can use it.”

I was making a rough guess based on its ability and appearance, but it seems to be a ‘hat for walking down the sidewalk’.

Since the activation effect ‘escape to the dimensional boundary’ is a very useful survival technique, it is a equipment that is often used by high-level casters as a rare item.

You got the perfect equipment for Ellen. If you’re a guy, you’ll be fine.

The splendid robe that Soleva was wearing was also familiar, and it was a ‘dignified robe’ that prevented attacks with blades to some extent.

Of course, it’s an incredibly good item, but mercenaries couldn’t use it. The hem was too long and the collar was too high, so it got in the way.

What Ellen can’t wear is that she’s already wearing the robe she inherited from her ancestors. Besides, it’s a good thing that can’t be compared with the majestic robes.

It’s a very useful item, but there was no one to use it, so I sneakily turned to Heila.

“Hey, you’re wearing this

.” “No.”

It was a very agile answer, not like her.

“……uh?”

I opened my eyes wide, and Heila blinked and explained why.

“I can’t wear that.”

“why?

“You look ugly.”

“…Is that a problem now? Safety first”

“If you’re concerned about safety, I’d rather make you a ring.”

Her demeanor was unusually determined, and I ended up tossing the majestic regalia into my rucksack.