Vera’s expression worsened as Trevor continued to weep.
“This guy is having a seizure again.”
Another voice overlaid on the space.
Vera’s and Trevor’s gazes simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.
At the end of his gaze, there was an old man with a bent back walking out from the inside with a cane.
Now that he had entered the twilight of his life, he was an old man who would be right to describe.
A braid of faded white hair tied together.
Age spots are blooming and the skin is wrinkled.
He was an old man who could be said to be an old man in a pure white robe without any decorations, but as soon as Vera saw the old man, he felt a sense of tension rising all over his body.
Even with her back bent, her large body, which felt a bit taller than me, and the divinity that exploded with every step made it that way.
Trevor, in the midst of mourning, got up in shock when the old man appeared, and left Vera a word before disappearing from his seat.
“Then I hope we can have a more in-depth conversation next time, so I’ll step back! Please rest in peace!”
Vera frowned at Trevor’s behavior as he spoke quickly and disappeared, then shifted his gaze again to look at the old man.
‘Who is it?’
Judging by the aura he felt, it seemed that the maniac ran away in shock, but he was not an ordinary person.
The old man looked at Trevor as he moved away, and his tongue twitched, and then he narrowed his eyes at Vera’s gaze, who was staring at him blankly, and spoke out.
“A guy with no hair. Isn’t it polite to say hello first when you see an adult?”
Hillan’s words. Vera’s body twitched and trembled at him.
“… This is Vera.”
“It’s late, man.”
drag. The old man shrugged his shoulders and smiled. The old man laughed so much for a moment, then walked very slowly with his cane, and stopped only after leaving Vera about three steps away.
“Let’s see… .”
A distance where you can attack at any time and be hit.
As Vera tensed up as he watched the old man come in his gap, the old man continued with a big smile, revealing his yellow teeth.
“You smell of blood, you stinky kid.”
Vera’s body shuddered at the words spoken.
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Of course, it was because of being stabbed.
A week ago, before leaving the gutter, I killed the Scavengers.
It was stabbed and my body trembled.
‘… I saw through the murder.’
It’s already been over a week ago, so there’s no way the smell of blood would remain, but he saw through it.
At that, Vera bowed his head, thinking he might know what the old man was.
“… I will see you.”
It was certain.
‘Vargo St. Lore.’
Apostle of Judgment, Mace of the Lord, Father of all Paladins.
This old man was the prosperity of Elia.
If you think about it that way, the angler is right.
‘Shin-an (神眼).’
The power of the Apostle of Judgment, the eyes that see through the karma engraved in the soul.
His insight into his own killings must have come from his ability.
Bargo merely laughed, proving Vera’s reasoning was correct.
“Yeah, are you the oath of this generation?”
“I have received such a grace undeservedly.”
“It was overdone, I would have given it because I was just giving. Come with me, I am too old to stand here.”
Vera said that and looked at Bargo turning around, raising a little tension inside.
It was a person I had never met in my last life and my whole life because I had been avoiding Seongguk.
I met Seonghwang after passing through one life.
‘… A monster.’
Vera was a monster stronger than anyone he had ever met in his previous life.
*
Vargo St. Lore.
Because Seongguk was such a closed country, there weren’t many people who actually met him, but he was an old man whose name was always mentioned when he picked the strongest man on the continent.
It is because 50 years have passed already, and what he accomplished while embarking on the apostle training in full swing across the continent is still being talked about like a legend.
A dragon slayer who slashed the skull of Demon Dragon Scarja with a mace.
The nightmare of the vampires who slaughtered all the vampires who were known for their weakness at the northern edge.
The mace of the weak who broke the bone of King Haman, who was plundering the weaker tribes in the land of the beasts.
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Other than that, he is the living legend of this era, who accomplished so many achievements that it would be impossible to talk about it all night.
In the history of previous lives, when the demon king called out, everyone on the continent said that.
If Bargo St. Lore hadn’t died of old age, the Demon King would have had his bones broken without any power.
For Vera, it wasn’t until I met him today that he could ascertain whether the statement was true.
‘… exactly.’
strong.
He was the first person that came to mind.
It wasn’t clear whether he was pouring it out unconsciously, or whether he was pouring it out on purpose, but the senses in his whole body were warning him of the divine power he was pouring out.
He was screaming that he should never fight back.
It was difficult to compare because I had never actually seen the Demon King, but when I looked at the energy flowing through the prosperity, I remembered that the words I was hearing at the time were not just words.
“okay. What did you come here for?”
Bargo’s question. Vera then lowered his head again and gave a small answer.
“It is to fulfill the duty due to the miracle that has come upon me.”
What came out was an infinitely polite fight.
… It was natural.
It’s because I have to show myself well to the old man, even if I don’t know other people.
As long as he had the stigmata, he would not be thrown out, but even with the exception of him, it was so successful that he approved all the dispatching activities of Seongguk, including the escort procession of the saint, so to get his eyes on him, he had to act as faithfully as possible.
Let Vera come up with an answer with that thought.
“Do you know?”
Bargo’s laughter-filled words followed.
“There are only three types of people who are willing to put their lives into faith. The first one is stupid. The second is madness. The third is a scammer.”
Bargo said so, leaned his torso in the direction of Vera, and continued with a giggle.
“Let’s see, looking at the talking bird, he doesn’t seem like an idiot, and his eyes don’t show madness, so he’s not a madman… By the way, are you sure you are a scammer?”
“… It’s not even worth it.”
“Are you saying that I am telling lies?”
“… It’s not like that.”
“This is also wrong. That’s wrong too. So what is the right thing to do?”
A horse that bites the tail and hangs.
He gnawed Vera’s teeth.
For some reason, it was a familiar technique.
Somewhere, quite recently, someone who has experienced a way of turning the stomach over.
Vera, who continued to think for a while, was able to think of another person who spoke that way without difficulty.
‘… Saint.’
The source of the way of speaking that turned the inside of the saint into that person was immediately visible.
It’s probably the way I learned it from my old lady.
‘… Also.’
The people of Sungkuk were all harmful humans.
*
Bargo continued to ask a few more questions.
From questions about your identity, to clichéd questions such as how much you know how to use divinity and what kind of position you want.
Vera tried to answer him as sincerely as he could, but the response he got back was not very good.
– Are you good at talking?
– So what do you mean?
– I didn’t ask that, kid.
A sarcastic remark as if he had a taste for making fun of himself. His tone of voice, as if to test the limits of his patience.
Vera could vaguely understand what Bargo’s intentions were in the long question-and-answer session.
‘… An old man like a snake.’
I was trying to make myself angry.
He wanted an emotional answer, not a clichéd answer.
It was known because it was Vera, who had lived with fear.
Emotional language springs out in its raw, unorganized form. The minimum safety device for continuing the conversation is released and pops out.
Most of the time, such language puts you at a disadvantage in negotiations or exposes your weaknesses to the other party.
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Of course, I can tell you if the weakness that is revealed is any weakness, but in order to reveal my inner self. So, in order to explain the real reason for coming to the Holy Land, I had to explain about the saint who had not yet received the stigma.
I will live for the saint. He had to talk about his plight so swearing.
To explain him, of course he had to add an explanation of his return, which Vera didn’t want.
Vera had no intention of telling anyone about his return.
I didn’t even want to talk to the saint.
In the future, all kinds of incidents and accidents occur to the extent that it is right to say that a storm is raging in the continent.
Not causal events that would be twisted just because they changed their course, but accidents that should really be called natural disasters.
In order not to create variables as much as possible in it, in order to create a result that will return to your advantage, you had to put the variable elements except yourself in their original places as much as possible.
It was for the safety of the saint, and it was also for herself.
In Vera’s mind, a saint who had died in the gutter of his last life came to mind.
Vera never wanted to see the saint die like that again.
Even if it was the saint’s own decision to set foot in the gutter, even if she was content with such a death. Vera would be unacceptable.
It was a feeling of infinite selfishness, but Vera had no intention of biting it.
And since she was such a virtuous person, she who edified even this evil, her ending should have been more splendid.
No matter how much he bowed his head under her light, he was still a selfish human being.
He was a human being who could be poisoned as much as he could for a wish that came to mind.
Vera also bit his teeth at the emotions that had surfaced unwittingly, calming himself again and dealing with Bargo.
“I came here just because the stigma came down, and I thought I had a role to play.”
“Are you like a puppet with no subjectivity?”
“How could a mere creature disobey the will of God?”
“If he would have died because he disobeyed one of them, then all the intelligent beings on the continent would have already become extinct.”
“… The farm is sick.”
“Your bastard is a badass. I’m writing a script because you have to talk.”
Vera and Vargo’s eyes met.
Vera did not speak further.
It was because of the thought that only the same words would come and go like Dodol-pyo if we had to continue the conversation.
Plus, there was no need to say more.
Now it was definitely felt.
That old man won’t ask any more questions about him, even if he doesn’t talk to the end. won’t even give up
‘Confidence.’
It was revealed from him.
The confidence I have as a superman who has built many legends in the past.
No matter what his plans were, the confidence that he could break him.
Even if he keeps his mouth shut because of that confidence, he will pass without knowing it in the end.
With that thought in mind, for a moment, Bargo burst into laughter, followed by an answer.
“Well, good.”
done.
A small relief crept into Vera’s mind.
“Then get up and follow me.”
“Where are you going?”
“Didn’t I say that I would become a paladin? Then you should see your sword skills first.”
A job that can be said to be cool, and can be said to be sloppy.
With that thought in mind, Vera nodded slightly, and, with his characteristic mischievous smile, asked Vera a question.
“So, do you sharpen some knives?”
Vera’s gaze turned to Bargo again.
‘It’s a knife… .’
eating. A laugh escaped Vera’s mouth.
It was a funny word.
Born as a hunter in a gutter with nothing he had, he devoured half of the continent.
Naturally, there were numerous armed conflicts along the way.
Until the end of his life, Vera had never been defeated by a sword in those numerous armed conflicts.
It’s hard to believe that those great heroes would have imprisoned themselves with a curse.
Knife was the most confident thing for Vera.
Vera took Bargo’s gaze head-on and answered with a smile that emerged.
“I do a little.”