The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 327

My Villains Chapter 327

57. Seojeon (8)

While Bungi was squatting on the bed, I checked the windows and the door again.

Of course they were all locked.

No matter how much I checked, there were no gaps, so how did the assassins of the Triads or the Three Swordsmen get here?

The answer to my question was the bundle.

“It’s a spirit art. What the Mu Sword Society lost.”

“What did the Mu Sword Society lose?”

“yes. I know very little…

According to what he explained while hesitating, the Samgeomkai broke away from the Martial Arts Association a long time ago and stole the most secret techniques of the Martial Arts Association.

Well I’m not sure if this is true. In any case, Mungchi belonged to the Martial Arts Association, and it was unlikely that they would objectively tell him about their history.

However, considering his knowledge as a player, it was clear that the Three Swordsman had a unique secret technique. It is a fact that can be inferred through the swordsman’s skill tree.

A swordsman’s skills are largely divided into three categories. They are sword, seal, and body respectively. The three series are composed of distinct and unique skills. However, if there is one thing in common, it is that the middle half is a pure martial art, but in the second half, techniques close to witchcraft (況術) appear.

For example, the sword-type basic skill Cham (所) is just a straight cutting skill. Its strengthened versions, Kwae (快), Zhong (重) Yu (柔), are also still in the realm of martial arts to the extent that they can cut quickly, swing hard, and strike back softly.

The next tier, Qi (切), Strong (剛), and Change (變), are skills that can only be found in martial arts. In the game, it is an effect that ignores evasion, ignores defense, or counterattack becomes passive, but if it unfolds in real life, it will be a skill halfway into the realm of mystery.

When it reaches its ultimate level, Brain Wave, Hall of Fame, it becomes ridiculous to even call it a martial art. What kind of martial art is swinging a sword at a speed enough to leave afterimages, wrapping a strong sword around the blade, or extending a sword into multiple hilts? It’s magic or witchcraft.

The phosphorus-type ultimate skill, Young (影), and the body-type ultimate skill, Bong (鳳), are also similar. Shall we say that these are techniques that are suitable for a martial arts field rather than a martial arts field?

Perhaps it is this nuance that Moongchi called spirit art. It must be referring to something mysterious that cannot be called a martial art.

Anyway, in order to acquire these mysterious high-tier skills, the high-level basics and dedicated quests had to be completed.

So there was no doubt that The Company’s Three Swords Association, which grants exclusive quests for swordsmen, possesses a secret technique called Spirit Art.

“what do you think?” When I asked while stroking her hair, Mongchi, who was holding my knee, hesitated for a moment, then I said.

“The Pasa Sword is watching.”

“…The Pasa Sword is watching? you?”

“I know when I hear the story. It wasn’t a ghost, it was a Pasa sword.”

The boy shook his arm around his knee. What are you afraid of?

“are you okay. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

He lay down and pulled the bundle into his arms.

As if he had waited, he hugged me tightly around the waist and buried his face in my chest. A subtle and fragrant fruit scent brushes the tip of the nose.

“Let’s go to the bank tomorrow. He says he doesn’t have time, but he can clear up a few more questions.”

“…no, I do not want.”

“…no? why?”

It feels like my heart is pounding as I speak while the bundle is tightly attached.

“Poi will follow.”

“what?”

“I know the legend of the Pasa Sword.”

“The Legend of the Pasa Sword?”

“It’s a sword wielded by people. I hate it. I’m not going.”

“It’s a bunch.”

I sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

“Is that really right? You said the Pasa Sword could come to you. Doesn’t that make it more… dangerous?”

“You know better than I do when it comes to things like the Three Swordsmanship and the Martial Arts. Don’t be fooled and make the right decision. For you.”

My guess is that the manager is not cheating.

I don’t know the details because I never read the lines properly during gameplay, but I remember that there were no mobs related to the Three Swords Association.

Rather, it was a force that used to appear as an assistant in the swordsman’s dedicated quest or the main campaign scenario, so it seemed like it could be trusted to some extent.

“…but I don’t like it.” “Why?”

“Me. Mungchi took a deep breath and spoke in a voice so small that it was barely audible.

“I hate being like Ellen.”

“…Ellen? Um, what does it mean to be like Ellen?”

“The one who left is the forgotten one.”

I was silent for a while.

Yes, Ellen is the one who left. i let go

“But… not a forgotten person.”

“……yes?”

“I’ve never forgotten Ellen.”

The slender body stiffened for a moment.

“I always think of you, I am always worried, and I am always curious. Is he in good health, is his work going well, is he taking care of the children he sent with him, is he tall, is he thinking about when we can meet again…

I closed my eyes and stroked his hair. Fluffy and soft hair. You fall into the absurd illusion of smelling like lime.

I let out a bloody laugh.

“In the end, you couldn’t stand it and even wrote a letter.”

“You will too. I bet you.”

He looked down at me and whispered softly.

“How can I forget you?”

“trunnion.”

“How can I forget the elated guy who pretends to be sick all the time, secretly follows him around, and hides under the covers every night, thinking he’s everything if he’s cute? huh?”

“Eh-”

“What is ‘eh’? Did I say something wrong?” Mungchi pouted his lips.

“…I wasn’t elated.”

“I didn’t.”

I hugged him tighter and closed my eyes. As their noses came closer, Moongchi stopped breathing for a moment.

“don’t worry. I will never forget you.”

“And I’ll give you a new name when I get back.” “Your name?”

“You can’t always be called by the nickname you got when you were a piglet.”

“No, I-”

“I’ll come up with a pretty name suitable for the western continent, so I’m looking forward to it.”

“Eh…

“You get it, right?”

After playfully touching the tip of my nose, I raised my head again, and the guy with his face dyed red quickly stretched out his arm and wrapped it around his neck.

“Uh”

Before I could react, the soft, moist texture touched my lips.

Wriggling lips, stiff tongue, fresh breath, shivering shoulders. I couldn’t push it away and I didn’t want to.

After kissing for a while, the fallen bundle looked up at me, breathing heavily. Staring into his moist eyes, I could see something similar to yearning through the fear of the unknown.

Is it because a lot happened in the past day? The stupid hesitation of ‘I can’t do this’ is ‘what can’t I do?’ I collapsed at once at the sharp question.

Just like he had been for the last few months, he trusted me and made his way through the unfamiliar place.

He overcame clumsiness with an active attitude, ignorance with vigorous curiosity, and awkwardness with an assassin-like flexibility. Poor stamina was an obvious weakness, but the will to leave a trace was truly admirable.

However, since the first drink is not enough, I finished the expedition early. I admire myself for not losing my reason and maintaining a careful course of action until the end.

It was regrettable that the long-distance exploration ended prematurely, but it was also a happy enough thing to stroke the skin of a woman who was soundly asleep.

Early the next morning, Moongchi and I left the villa alone.

The street leading to the bank was noisy even though it was early in the morning. because of what happened last night.

“…A grasshopper guild?”

“Yeah, I heard that everything turned into blood clots. The first thing I found was the water seller, but it’s not like I peed because I thought the murder was serious.”

According to some passers-by, it seemed that Fritz had already taken care of the matter. Anyway, you’re diligent only at times like this.

The bank was located at the end of a street lined with commercial and industrial guilds.

It was quite large, but it was only a two-story building, and the exterior was just neat rather than luxurious.

I got the impression that he was trying to hide himself as much as possible. It’s like the den of the triads, or the triads.

When I entered the first floor where the window was, a man came up to me as if he had been waiting for me and guided me to the second floor.

A few vendors sitting at the empty windows gave us a puzzled look as we climbed the stairs. The receptionist seemed calm as if he didn’t feel that gaze.

On the second floor, a narrow hallway spread out in several directions around a small room. It was a maze-like structure, so it seemed quite difficult to find the way without a guide.

The president’s room, which finally arrived, was spacious but tidy, just like the exterior of a bank building. In a cozy room with only essential household items, the middle-aged man we met yesterday was waiting for us.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Phoenix. I am Kshan, the chief of this place.”

Unlike yesterday, when he was wearing black armor made of a strange material, he was wearing a plain gray vest. In addition, he even showed a strangely polite attitude, so in many ways it seemed like he was a different person day and night.

The guide gave Mungchi and me a chair wrapped in white cloth. Leaning on the soft backrest, I asked the manager.

“…Kshan? Is that your name?”

“yes. Kshan Chang. It is a name passed down from my grandfather. Call me whatever is convenient for you, whether it be Kshan or Haengjang.”

I scratched my eyebrows as I saw the guy who even laughed round and round.

“If this is the case, wouldn’t it have been better to formally invite them? Why did you crawl all the way to the marquis’s palace at night?”

“As I said, we don’t have time. I also needed an opportunity to double-check that the lady next to me was a true phantom.”

“It’s a chance to double check…

I could clearly read the nuances in his words, and I burst out laughing.

“If it wasn’t real, you were going to kill me right?”

“no. There is no need to get entangled with someone who is being pursued by the Mu Sword Society.”

“okay?”

“That’s right.”

I stared at the store manager through the amber-colored table. The middle-aged man by the name of Kshan was still spinning.

“…Why are you so unlucky?”

“What does that mean-”

Before he could finish his sentence, I jumped up on the desk.

snap!

The chief calmly reached under the chair, but the suction power emitted from the ‘red grip’ sucked him in first.

“Keuk!”

“Don’t be rude, you bastard.”

The president, who had his head slammed into the desk with his neck held on, struggled desperately. However, my hand, which gently pressed him down, did not budge.

Then, six or seven assassins who had been hiding around the room appeared, and several well-armed men poured in from outside.

“stop. If you don’t want to go after everything.”

When he gave a warning with a lot of mana and murder, those who seemed to be the servants of the Three Swordsmen came to a halt.

“What is this!”

“I am warning you.”

As I tightened my neck by adding a little force to the angler, the captain, who had been struggling, turned his eyes away with a chuckle.

“If you play pranks on me or Mungchi, I will kill you and all of your subordinates. Burning down all the banks in the kingdom is a bonus.”

“Geuh keuheuk!”

“okay?”

He did not give in even with blood vessels standing on the white of his body. I pulled out a longsword as soon as I could get my hands on it and slammed it into his foot.

Fu-wook!

“Kkaeuh-”

The black ice gave off a chill and sliced the flesh, and the president’s hand scratched the desk.

“Do you understand? You stinking assassin bastard.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

I pulled out the rest of the knife and stuck it into the instep of the opposite foot, finally turning over some of my fingernails.

“Quaaaaagh-!”

“Okay?”

“Ugh, I get it, I get it-”

he begged with his chin rattling, so I pulled out my two longswords and sat back down.

Suddenly, the back of my head tickled and I turned around to see the assassins and armed men staring at me in an awkward manner.

“What you looking at? Get lost, you bastards.”

They looked at me for a while, then quickly retreated outside when the manager, who had been moaning, hurriedly shook his hand.

“good.”

I buried myself in the backrest and looked down at the captain desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

“Now let’s listen.”

“Huh what?”

“The process of becoming the owner of the Pasa Sword. Shouldn’t we hear the plan before sending the baby?”

The captain gritted his teeth and caught his breath

before he began to explain.

Two days after sending the bundle to the Three Swordsmanship.

I finished my schedule at Lianwell and set out on the road. The 1,600 troops given by the Marquis were also with me.