Chapter 96
I didn’t express it, but I was surprised again.
It was because the Valent Guild made a very extreme choice.
As soon as I opened the door and entered, I saw dozens of guild members lined up in two rows.
All of them were aiming at me with crossbows.
It looked like it would turn into a beehive if you did even the slightest nonsense.
‘Do these guys dare?’
To be honest, I couldn’t help but feel this way.
Right now, the Valent Guild is rebelling against Keros, the slayer of Daysol.
How could you do such a crazy thing if you weren’t crazy?
“Huh-huh! The big man rolls in on his own. Keros, is that right?”
“…”
Hearing a fluttering voice, the members of the Valent guild sneakily opened the way to the left and right.
Eventually, the owner of the unlucky voice appeared.
It was a man with a small body who hid his face with a mask.
chuck!
“Surrender when good words are spoken. No matter how good your skills are, you can’t escape from this.”
At his one word, I almost threw out a mouthful fight in an instant.
If I’m talking about it, that guy can make the vase hot.
‘No. I am now Keros, the slayer of Deisol. Let’s immerse ourselves. Immersed!’
Barely resisting the urge, I looked at the other person with cold eyes.
“Didn’t you hear about me from Sertin?”
“Of course, it’s your rumor. I dig it inside the guild.”
“But it still comes out like this?”
“I’m in charge of this branch. So you’d better not think about taking advantage of it. I’m not that kind.”
Apparently, the other person had a different opinion from Sertin.
It could have been that kind of reaction because he hadn’t experienced Keros, the killer of Daysol.
‘Everyone has a plausible plan? Then, I must give them enlightenment through true education.’
Sureureung.
I drew my old sword whether or not dozens of crossbows aimed at it.
It was a weapon in poor condition, befitting the nickname of Daysol’s slayer.
“I don’t think you know the situation you’re in yet… Shall we start by putting on a leash so that the wild nature is suppressed?
The guy who was presumed to be the branch manager snapped his fingers and laughed softly.
Then, the guild members who aimed at my leg started shooting crossbows.
Do-do-do-do-doo!
With the sound of the taut bowstring being released, dozens of arrows flew.
But not a single foot touched my body.
T-D-DD-DDING!
It was because all the arrows were bounced off by the rough swing of the sword.
“Eh?”
The branch manager let out a stupid exclamation.
It must be strange that an archer’s volley doesn’t work with that guy’s common sense.
I wasn’t even wearing plate armor.
“What are you doing? Shoot properly.”
He grumbled in a dissatisfied voice and snatched a crossbow from him.
Then he loaded his own arrow and aimed it at me.
“Joe!”
Do-do-do-do-doo!
Shiny black arrowheads once again embroidered the air.
But the result was the same as before.
In the first place, he was not an opponent worthy of such a barrage of arrows.
T-D-DD-DDING!
As the arrows scattered on the floor, the branch manager’s eyes became serious only then.
“Yes. You won’t be able to catch the slayer of Daysol with just this arrow.
He let out a mean laugh and covered his nose and mouth with a cloth.
At the same time, ominous sounds and dark smoke flowed from all directions.
The acrid smell of burning and the smell of blood stimulated the sense of smell at the same time.
‘It’s poison.’
In fact, the difference between the assassination guild and the information guild was a piece of paper.
This is because there are many overlapping areas.
It was natural to actively use deadly poison.
Even in Landsvalger, low-level assassins usually use poison to kill.
“Except for a freak like me, of course.”
Black poisonous smoke filled the room, but not a single person collapsed.
The Vaillant side had already covered the respiratory tract with an antidote, so it was not affected by the poison.
On the other hand, I was able to breathe freely and walk around unscathed.
It was because Mahone defended against most deadly poisons, and she even had the tears of the goddess.
However, this was a natural result for me, and it was a scene that could instill fear in the viewers.
“Uh, why…”
Branch manager Vaillant widened his eyes and didn’t even think about loading the crossbow.
Perhaps my appearance looked like a reaper approaching every moment.
A messenger of death with an old sword instead of a giant scythe.
Wow!
“Keep it!”
I rushed in at a terrifying speed and gave a spectacular drop kick to the branch manager’s abdomen.
Fist fights were much more effective than knife strikes to give a strong impression.
No, to be precise, kicking.
When the branch manager was shattered and sprawled in a single blow, the guild members froze as they were.
It was because my movement just now was so fast that the eyes couldn’t follow it.
“You’d better stay still. I saved him because he’s useful.”
chuck!
I muttered as I placed the sword blade on the neck of the guy nearby.
However, despite the terrifying threats that squeezed their hearts, the members of the Valent Guild did not give in.
Awesome!
The guys who exchanged signals raised their crossbows at the same time and tried to shoot me.
But the counterattack was over before even an attempt was made.
dump! Dududuk!
“No, what is this… is it stupid? What if I take the cloth from my mouth to attack?”
Of course, both hands were needed to shoot the crossbow.
Since he had inhaled the poisonous smoke, passing out was a natural result.
He had probably forgotten that he had an antidote up his respiratory tract.
Maybe it’s because I moved too casually.
‘Was suppression the goal from the beginning? Rather than being life-threatening… … . It seems to be a substance that causes a sleeping effect.’
The guild members just slept soundly, but their lives were not in danger.
I went straight to the branch manager who had been hit by a drop kick and flew away.
I was thinking of waking him up with the antidote and learning how to ventilate him.
By the way… … .
Why do you think this guy is dead?
“Hey, breathe. Breath!”
I hurriedly slapped him on the cheek and woke the branch manager.
Apparently, the kick was too strong.
There are so many things you have to do, but it’s troublesome if you’re already exhausted.
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When the magic engineering train slowly slowed down and arrived at the station, travelers rushed off.
Me, Adele and Camille waited at the station for a while.
It was because the train needed some time to finish rearranging and depart in the direction of Troben.
We were looking around the construction site of the new villa district.
“It seems to be gaining momentum. It will be over soon.”
“The materials were transported by magic engineering train.”
She was overjoyed to see her invention work so well.
‘I didn’t come to see a construction site like that, but it’ll be fine for a while.’
I left Adele Richter for a while and looked around.
It was time to start showing up, because there were no signs yet.
Suddenly, Camille came closer and spat out a word.
“Are you looking for him?”
“yes?”
“Someone is spying on us.”
“Huh? Yes? You have good eyesight.”
“It looks like you’re a perverted bastard who’s aiming for Adele. The look in your eyes is just like that.”
no, this shit
That’s not it.
I was momentarily taken aback and missed the timing to stop Camille.
In an instant, the guy closed the distance with the suspicious figure, and then threw a punch.
Wow!
The man just fell out of the room and passed out.
I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand and let out a long sigh.
Guess who isn’t the Feltons, he’s filthy impatient.
“Ha! He’s on our side.”
The figure spread on the floor was Julen, who was waiting at the station.
Although he disguised himself quite skillfully, I recognized him at a glance.
It was because he came out with a pre-promised sign.
I ran quickly, but luckily there were no serious injuries.
Is it just that the eyelids have turned blue?
“He’s not dead.”
“Do you know him?”
“Uh, it’s a privately operated informant.”
“Then you should have said it sooner.”
“…”
Camille Felton’s nonchalant reply left me speechless.
Who’s the one who punched me without even giving me time to explain!
‘Is this guy getting revenge for getting fired in a duel?’
I was talking about when was the student council president selection match, but could you have harbored ill feelings about it?
In any case, it seemed impossible to understand this free-spirited bastard with common sense.
I patted the fainting Julen on the cheek and quickly tried to wake him up.
match! match!
“How hard did you hit me? There’s no sign of this happening.”
It was a time when I was being fed such meaningless slapping.
“Keugh!”
“Oh! I’m finally awake. Are you okay?”
“Lord, I think I’m going to die. My head is spinning.”
“It doesn’t die. Even if he looks ignorant, it’s not that rare. He probably hit him by controlling his strength.”
“You can’t see in one eye at all?”
“It’s temporary. Now, give me what you brought.”
“Keep it!”
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Julen struggled to get up, grabbing the tears streaming down his eyelids.
“Here it is.”
“Hmm. Maybe I can afford to take a quick look.”
I quickly reviewed the information paper he gave me.
Suddenly, Camille Felton came over and snapped her fingers.
“Now I get it.”
“What?”
“The reason why I found an informant in the Marquis of Pennant out of nowhere.”
Camille murmured, pointing at the stack of papers with a confident look in her eyes.
“It’s probably an event. Are you going out with Adele now?”
What the hell is this kid?
How can I be wrong every time I take a picture?
I’d like to, but not right now, so I’d like you to shut up.
Perhaps noticing my twitching eyebrows, Camille Felton cleared her throat and murmured.
However, Adele Richter, who was looking at the construction site, approached with a curious face.
“What are you all doing?”
“Ah, this is what I’ve been researching.
“What were you looking for?”
“Arcanus Guild.”
“…”
When the unexpected name popped up, her face hardened in an instant.
Well, they’re the ones who tried to assassinate you, so how can you feel good about it?
Handing out the papers, we removed all the trifles and left only the essentials.
Then, the outline of the assassination attempt was revealed in plain sight.
“What’s the conclusion?”
I had to say a cruel word to Adele Richter who asked questions with a curious face.
Because it was impossible to ignore the truth.
“The person who commissioned the assassination of Alcanus is Bergel.”
“ah…….”
She let out a small exclamation at my words, which fell like the blades of a guillotine.
Perhaps it had to be.
Bergel was Adele Richter’s uncle.