To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 515

Episode 515 Mien’s Decision (2)

“Hehehehehehehehehehe…”

“Kheheheek…”

The goblins waved their branches helplessly.

Shiiik-

Percussion-

The tree branch that hit the rock bounced off in a clumsy way.

The two figures swung their swords at the side of the fallen goblins with no time to rest.

Beep-!

Faaaaang-!

Faaaaang-!

A huge booming sound.

It was so sharp that it could not be compared to the first sword attack.

The combination is also well matched, so the rock is full of sword marks carved by the two.

Soonbok wiped his forehead at the subject of sweat not coming out.

– I think this is enough.

Is it finally over?

The goblins looked on with hopeful eyes.

Ray groaned and shook his head.

“no. I can’t be relieved at this level yet.”

Why the hell!

The goblins fell into despair with just one word from him.

“It’s a dungeon the size of two or three mountain ranges. If it collapses, the nearby villages will never be safe.”

– He’s also my brother. He wasn’t a saint only by name.

“I’m no longer a saint or anything.”

– great. It wouldn’t hurt to stay up all night with this momentum.

At Subok’s words, the goblins harbored hostility.

‘Let’s get some sleep, you bastards!’

‘If you’re going to do it, do it somewhere else!’

There were many complaints, but no goblin had the guts to dare to speak in front of the goblin god and his followers.

Another day passed as I forced myself to swallow the bubbling bua.

* * *

It’s the third day since I started swinging my sword.

When time permits, Ray and Soonbok wander among the goblins, pointing out their swordsmanship.

The training started with crying and eating mustard, but with their teaching, the goblins themselves surprisingly improved their skills.

The shaky tip of the sword maintained silence and progress was made in studying mana.

When that happened, I didn’t really hate training.

Beep-!

Faaaaang-!

Faaaaang-!

The sword attack continued as if it had been promised.

The noise of the alarm magic is familiar now.

I’ve become so used to it that if I listen to the repeated alarm magic noise, I’ll even fall asleep.

After some training was on track, Ray stopped practicing and started looking for points with Soonbok.

They put their heads together while drawing a rough magic circle.

“The priority points are here on the 16th floor and in the deepest part of the 17th floor.”

The 16th floor and the deepest part are interconnected.

That’s why the point of mana flowing from the deepest part had to be on the 16th floor.

Subok said.

– I’ll take over here.

In the deepest part is Mien.

If there were any other problems, it would be better to have someone who is good at handling magic circles.

Ray said with a serious face.

“There is no choice but to find the exact location by nogada while spreading mana. If you find it wrong, it’s the end of us all, so do your best to find it.”

– yes.

“Take this.”

he threw something

It looked like a black handle of unknown use, but judging by the feeble presence of mana, it must have been a magic tool.

– Did you make a magic tool?

“The materials were so precious that I could only make one. I let the mana flow and send a signal to the opponent.”

Subok looked at him with surprised eyes.

What a magic tool in such a barren place.

I was once again in awe of his abilities.

“It is disposable. It’s crudely made, so if you send mana even once, the mana circuit can’t stand it.”

Awe lessened a little.

Somehow, when I looked closely, it seemed to me that it looked shabby.

– By the looks of it, it’s clear that you saved the ingredients. niggard.

When Soonbok narrowed his eyes and looked at him, Ray, who was stinging in his heart, objected.

“Who is the miser? Have you seen an owner who cared for his subordinates and made magic tools out of unwanted materials?”

– Didn’t you say disposable?

“Originally, these things should be used and recycled.”

They talk a lot about topics that they don’t even have the heart to recycle.

However, it was definitely an indispensable item in a dungeon like this where no one could communicate.

I didn’t know that there was skill in making such a small magic tool.

– What can’t you do?

Ray answered as he packed the necessary items into his leather backpack.

“Playing and eating. Even if I try to eat a little bit raw, it feels like the goddess here is interfering.”

– Ugh.

Subok nodded.

Certainly, the goddess would have a tantrum if she thought that such a talented person was being lazy.

“Let’s start slowly. In the next four days, the structure of the dungeon will change again. You have to find a point in it.”

– All right. I’ll go tell you what I find.

Magic tools are disposable.

If you use it to the extent of contacting that you have found a branch, you will not be able to use it when something big happens.

I was only going downstairs, but Ray lightly greeted me, carrying a leather backpack the size of me.

It’s been a year and a few months since I was trapped in the dungeon.

They set out to find a point to close the dungeon.

* * *

After Soleil’s ghost became a dungeon, the manor was filled with many people.

“Things are cheap! There are many things that are indispensable to entering the dungeon!”

“Hey, warrior! Take a look at this necklace and go!”

Since the creation of the dungeon, Soleil’s ghost, which has been a city of prosperity, was unable to find its first devastated appearance.

It took a year for the Harpman Mercenary to hire mercenaries and send them to Soleil’s ghost dungeon.

As that happened, other adventurers gradually started planning to explore the dungeon, and the merchants who smelled the money set up a shop in Soleil Ghost and called adventurers.

There were also many information merchants among them.

They sell information about dungeons for a certain amount of money.

Of course, what do they know about them?

“Everyone get out of the way.”

“Please step back.”

The soldiers’ voices echoed in the noisy marketplace.

The onlookers who had been buzzing with him retreated to one side and made a path.

Then, at the end of it, several wagons with flags representing the holy kingdom began to come in.

The eyes of the onlookers widened as the horses with good physiques, which are hard to find in the kingdom of Celia, lead the carriage.

The carriage in the market in front of the dungeon came to a complete stop.

The door of the luxurious carriage opens, and several people, whose faces are completely covered with white cloth, get out.

Those who seemed to be priests and priests respectfully bowed their heads as they supported them.

“Im here.”

“It was a lot of work.”

“It was nothing. I wish you the best of luck.”

with a brief greeting.

The three mysterious figures, all covered with cloth down to their shoulders, stopped in front of the dungeon.

And then.

Take a step without hesitation.

Jeobeok-jeobeok-

Merchants and adventurers urgently called them to stop them at the intriguing behavior.

“Wait a minute!”

The soldiers who were nominally guarding the front of the dungeon were clearly embarrassed.

Instead of the three mystics, the priest next to him answered.

“What’s going on?”

“Are you trying to enter a dungeon without any preparation? Reckless! There are over 20,000 mercenaries alone in there. But not a single one of them has returned alive yet.”

No matter how skilled an adventurer is, entering a dungeon requires a lot of determination.

That’s because it’s a place where no information is known, and even though the current saint, who is said to be the strongest of all saints, has been trapped in the dungeon for over a year, it is impossible to confirm whether he is alive or dead.

In the past, I might not have been able to say this.

After the extinction of Hana Mana, the gap between nobles and commoners narrowed a bit, so merchants and adventurers were able to give advice to the people of the Holy Land.

The priest shook his head.

“I did it if it was ready.”

Where did you look to prepare?

Although covered with cloth, they only wore a sword at their waist.

Even those two had thin blades to be called bastard swords.

Can a murderer be able to cut down a monster with a sword?

Let the merchants and the soldiers guarding the dungeon cast a curious glance.

The priest took out a plaque from his sleeve and showed it to the soldiers.

“I am Berhan Priest under the direct control of the Holy Kingdom. Since the Holy Son, Prince of Soleil’s ghost, is absent, I asked His Majesty the King of Silia for permission, so please let me in.”

The soldier accepted the card from the priest.

“Mmm.”

Seeing that the seal of Celia’s royal family is definitely stamped on it, it doesn’t seem like a lie.

But why are they trying to enter the dungeon?

Adventurers and mercenaries are people who live off of quests and adventures, so I can understand their feelings, but aren’t they different?

“Are you going to find a saint?”

The priest quietly closed his eyes at the soldier’s words.

“I will not deny it.”

Then, the soldier blocked the entrance and removed the spear that was standing there.

“In the past, I was a flood victim who lost her place in a flood. There was a time when a saint saved me when I was starving to death because I couldn’t even find food.”

Along with the horse, he handed over a leather pouch he had.

“It’s beef jerky. It would be more helpful than nothing. I will wait for the safe return of the Holy Kingdom.”

Let one move like that.

Merchants who had received help from the Holy Kingdom in the past also joined in.

“It would have been difficult if it had not been for the relief of the Holy Kingdom. Please accept this as well.”

A roll of clean cloth.

“When a child was suffering from a chronic illness, a priest once treated him. I only found out later, but I heard that it was the Holy Son’s instructions. Take this too.”

An oiled perch and a pile of dried grass that has been crushed to make it easier to light.

Those who received favors from someone in the Holy Land gathered and handed over items one by one.

When I put it together like that, it was enough to fit in one small cart.

Even the priest was embarrassed and expressed disapproval.

Then one of the mystics laughed heartily.

“It seems that Seongguk is still popular.”

He happily carried the cart himself.

Seeing this, the priest was even more perplexed.

“Even if you don’t…”

“It’s not the right thing to do with someone who wants to repay the favor. I will go like this.”

“Okay…”

Let the three mystics face the soldier.

The soldiers retracted their spears and bowed their heads.

“Please be careful.”

“Thank you.”

Carrying a cart, they entered the dungeon with light steps.

Swoouuuu-

they went inside with the sound of the wind, and they were no longer visible.

Being greeted by everyone, they moved into the depths of the dungeon.