Episode 113. number of passes
early the next morning.
After the festival, a travel group headed for Zeros was formed at Oddhaken Mansion.
“It’s a tour group, but it’s just a convoy of criminals.”
Count Arnin frowned at the people who were busy moving.
Several paladins dispatched from the Great Battle of Delor and combat priests to assist the party.
There was a wagon, but it was so crude that it could be used as a wagon.
“A convoy of convicts. I just aim for a frugal life according to the teachings of the goddess.”
Vinkel said with an embarrassing laugh.
In fact, this was a double-purpose wagon built to escort Aaron and his party and the saintess.
Originally, there was a hole through which one could see from the outside, but last night, the priest hurriedly ordered the hole to be closed.
‘I never thought the count would follow me.’
It was an unexpected variable for Count Arnin to accompany him on his journey.
A small person who was usually wary and withdrew at the slightest problem came to support Aaron, who was involved in the church.
Thanks to this, the church has a lot more to think about.
“There are times when you are frugal. I can’t ride a cart like this.”
Despite Winkel’s excuses, Bares waved his hand at the church’s wagon as if it were dirty.
“Hello. Bring my carriage.”
“yes. dismissal.”
At his command, the servant next to him lowered his head and ran somewhere.
Soon, a large carriage that had been parked on one side of the garden approached this way.
It was the Arnin family’s carriage that they had been riding at the beginning of the festival a few days ago.
“Me and my grandson will ride this. I don’t know how long it will take to get to Zero, but I’m sure you’ll get bone pain if you ride that wagon. As you can see, I am old, so please understand.”
“… … I understand. Count.”
Vinkel smiled and nodded.
Not being able to take the dark elf was dissatisfying, but to think I had to give up on that.
The Archbishop’s face was not worth it.
“Aaron. come on ride The saintess’ eminence will also ride.”
“yes. grandfather.”
“Thank you. Count.”
Aaron and Nesty jumped into the carriage at the Count’s recommendation.
“I am?”
Gaos, who was standing beside him, asked with a puzzled face.
The count glared at him, frowning.
“Where is this spoiled brat trying to get into a carriage with adults? You come riding Rhaast’s horse.”
“You are… … .”
“Uh huh. Gaos man! There are so many eyes to see, are you going to keep doing that? There is a limit to being looked upon as young.”
Bares threatened Gaos, who was about to take offense.
Gaos licked his lips and looked around, then reluctantly lowered his head.
“All right. dismissal.”
“Kuk-kuk. Come on. I will give you a ride.”
Rhaast laughed lightly and raised Gaos’s hand.
‘Because it’s like a cow scab.’
Gaos glared fiercely at the carriage door that was closing mercilessly.
* * *
“Nesty. Aren’t you sad about me?”
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A long time after leaving Yeongjugwan.
Aaron, who was looking out the window with a nonchalant face, asked in passing.
Nesty tilted her head as if asking something like that.
“What is there to be sad about?”
“I used to say I would never send you to Zeros, but you’re going there now, aren’t you?”
“hahahaha. are you okay. I like anywhere as long as I’m with Aaron.”
“… … .”
Aaron looked at Nesty with bright eyes.
Gray eyes imbued with divinity shyly averted his gaze.
“How is Aaron?”
“I will be too.”
Aaron responded with a grin.
He quite liked this open-minded saintess.
Although we met through a business relationship at first, there were many sides that were deep and calm, probably because of the hardships in childhood.
Looking at it tickled my heart, but in a different way from Rast, I wanted to keep it by my side.
“thank god.”
Nesty nodded and twisted her hair.
Aaron was like a savior to her who came to the church after wandering around the alleys of the slums as a child.
He brought her out of the world from being imprisoned in a well, and he didn’t wear a mask to get something like the others.
A silver-haired man who understands people’s hearts without saying anything and sees exactly what is right.
I felt like I could really do anything with him.
“Lord. Your Excellency Count. We will arrive in town soon. We will stay in this village today and leave the Odd Haken estate tomorrow.”
Raast, who was walking by the carriage, came up to the window and said.
Aaron nodded and shook the sleeping Count awake.
“dismissal. It is a village soon.”
“Mmm, yes.”
The Count, who had been leaning his head on the window sill, woke up with his eyes wide open.
Shhh-!
I watched the Count rubbing his eyes for a while, when I heard a barely audible bang through the carriage window.
It was so small that I wondered if I had heard it wrong, but my intuition was shouting that it was real.
jump!
Aaron opened the carriage door and climbed onto the roof.
“What are you doing dangerously!”
“Aaron!”
As the wagon stumbled, Bares and Nesti screamed in surprise.
Aaron held on to the roof structure and looked around.
Hundreds of arrows shot up from beyond the barriers of the town and flew towards the procession.
“Gaos!”
Aaron called Gaos, who was riding Rhaast’s horse, and pointed to the sky.
There was no time for a long explanation. I can only hope you understand what it means.
“Protect from Normal Missile!”
Fortunately, Gaos recognized Aaron’s will and hurriedly cast his magic.
PABABABABAK-!
As soon as the translucent curtain opened, hundreds of arrows rained down like a shower.
“It’s an arrow!”
“Gagging!”
“Everyone raise your shields!”
“Ugh!”
The orderly procession toward the village became a mess in an instant.
The Archbishop’s chariot, which was ahead, overturned because it could not withstand the sudden braking, and those escorting the procession fell down screaming.
The heavily armed Paladins were still in trouble, but the warriors and priests with weak armor had no choice but to be pierced by arrows.
“What the hell is this?”
The Count, who hurriedly got off the carriage, asked with a drool.
Not in the middle of a deserted forest, but in a village that I thought was safe.
He hadn’t even left Oddhaken’s estate yet, and it wasn’t easy to keep calm when this happened.
“The Archbishop was run over by the carriage!”
“Someone come quickly and help! right now!”
I was worried that an arrow would fly again, but I heard a scream from the side of Vinkel’s carriage that had fallen.
‘I’m not feeling well.’
Aaron bit his lip and ran towards the wagon.
As I got closer, several paladins were struggling to lift the overturned wagon.
It seemed that even the Paladins could not lift it because it was made so large that it would accommodate even the Dark Elves.
“Get out of the way.”
Aaron pushed the paladins who struggled and lifted the wagon at once.
Kudangtangtang!
The wagon, which had been barely audible, floated like a toy and then fell out with a roar.
“… … .”
The paladins attached to the wagon stared blankly at Aaron, forgetting that they had to save Vinkel.
Aaron ignored them and removed the wreckage of the wagon.
“… … sh*t.”
When all the rubble was removed, Vinkel was seen horribly shattered.
The apprentice priests who were riding with him had already been rescued and were sitting next to him, but he couldn’t come out and seemed to have been crushed.
“Archbishop!”
“no! no!”
“How can this happen!”
The apprentice priests who were waiting for rescue with complicated faces hit the ground and howled.
‘This makes no sense.’
Aaron looked at them with cold, sunken eyes.
Vinkel is a high-ranking priest whose pure level is over 80.
If the apprentice priests who assisted him survived, he too would have had a chance to escape.
Even if he raised his divine power just a little, he would have been able to overcome this shock lightly, but being crushed to death so easily didn’t make sense.
“Ugh… … .”
While thinking about what to do, an inaudible moan came from the side of the fallen Vinkel.
He was staring at Aaron, his fingers trembling, even though his intestines were crushed and his skull caved in.
A desperate gesture as if he had something to say.
Aaron cleared the debris around him and moved closer to him.
“Dog… … Wet.”
As they brought their faces closer, Vinkel opened his chapped lips and murmured with difficulty.
Slow but distinct words. But I just couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say.
When Aaron hesitated, Vinkel squeezed the last of his strength and moved his left arm.
His arm, stained with blood and dust, was completely discolored.
‘Magical contamination?’
At first glance, the skin looked necrotic, but Aaron immediately recognized what it was.
Something contaminated Vinkel’s body with demonic energy.
It seems that because of this, the divine power was sealed and the time to escape was missed.
“The apprentice priests were like this?”
Aaron asked softly.
However, Winkel only blinked slowly and could not answer further.
“Um, what are those!”
“Something is coming from town!”
“It is an armed force! Everyone ready for battle!”
There was no time to clear up the confusion, and the crisis came again.
A group of soldiers rushed out from the village where the arrows flew.
“that… … Isn’t that the pattern of Odd Haken?”
“Blue fox! It is a blue fox!”
“It’s a real Odd Haken!”
“oh my god!”
The faces of the Paladins and Combat Priests became contemplative.
The flag fluttering above the approaching troops was engraved with Oddhaken’s symbol, a blue fox.
“… … Was it like that?”
Aaron stared at the approaching army with a stiff face.
After someone induced Winkel’s death, they hired fake soldiers to pretend it was Odd Haken’s work.
‘I can’t imagine going this far.’
The death of a high-ranking priest like Vinkel is closely investigated, just like the death of a noble in charge of a region.
But what would happen if he was killed by Oddhaken’s troops in Oddhaken’s territory?
Even so, Aaron and the Oddhaken family, who were suspected of being traitors, will now be completely branded as enemies of the church.
perfect outflow.
Even the archbishop’s life was written in long-term words, so there was no escape.
“Lord!”
Rhaast jumped off the horse and ran towards Aaron with a white face.
“Did you see? Aren’t those guys the real Odd Haken Army?”
“no. Just kill them all when they come. Not a single one is missing.”
Aaron said with full intent to kill.
Those guys pretended to fight casually with the paladin and then scattered.
Odd Haken’s crime will become more solid if there are many people who survive and testify.
“I take orders.”
Raast finally regained his composure at Aaron’s words and returned to the party.
Now that the answer has been confirmed, all that remains is death.
I don’t know how much money they got, but it’s all going to be buried here.
‘I can roughly guess who it is.’
Aaron muttered to himself as he watched the party prepare for battle.
There is only one person in the world who tries to cover up the events of Death Landing by doing such nonsense.
It was only the Pope.
Aaron, who quickly shook his head, squatted down again in front of the dying Vinkel.
“hey. Do you want to live?”
“… … .”
Vinkel looked at Aaron with half-closed eyes as if his strength was exhausted now.
“I swear to the goddess, if you help me, I will spare you.”
“… … ?”
A question flashed in his fading eyes.
“Raguz.”
A blue light shone on Aaron’s hand.
He proudly took it to Vinkel’s contaminated arm.
Just by bringing it closer, the blackened skin gradually returned to its original state.
“… … !”
Vinkel’s eyes, which had been slowly closing, widened.
Chinese magic is so difficult that even the Archbishop must do everything in his power.
But this man did it without batting an eye.
“Don’t hate it.”
When Winkel didn’t respond, Aaron retrieved his hand.
Then, the purified skin turned black again as if it had never happened.
“fat… … fat… … .”
Vinkel shuddered desperately and let out an airy sound.
I gave up everything and devoted my whole life to the goddess, but I didn’t want to die like this.
Even if Aaron’s proposal was just a trick or mockery, if there was hope, I wanted to catch it.
“good.”
Aaron grinned and put his hand on Vinkel’s crushed chest.
“Emergency Resuscitation.”
Only I am immune to magic
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