Chapter 637

Episode 637

“Why is that?”

“Oh no. That person just…”

The coachman stretched out his finger in bewilderment.

I just asked for directions, but as if I had seen a wyvern, I was running away with all my might.

Gainando looked at the situation and said seriously.

“He must be afraid of carriages.”

“…?”

The coachman stared at Gainando.

No matter how much I thought about it, what I just said seemed like nonsense.

Who in the world is afraid of carriages?

‘no. This person goes to Ein Lorgard. You must know much better than me, the ignorant coachman.’

The coachman shook his head to dispel the profane thought he had just had.

Even though he was still young, the person the coachman was currently serving was a bloodline of the imperial family (albeit a bit lower in rank) and a magician currently attending Einrogard.

That wisdom could never be underestimated.

“yes. Then we will continue.”

“Oh. excuse me! There is one more!”

“!”

This time it was a peddler walking with a load on a pony.

He must have been a seasoned peddler, and his face was rough and full of scars. In his eyes, the will to travel from the hot deserts of the south to the glaciers of the cold north gleamed.

There was no one more reassuring and good to ask than the peddlers who traveled all over the empire. the coachman hurriedly exclaimed.

“Look! Look! Let me ask you something.”

“Ask.”

“Is this the right way to the Wardanaj family?”

“Go to the Wardanaj family?”

“That’s right. As a guest…”

The peddler quickly took out the load from the pony and threw it at the driver. The driver covered his face in surprise.

“100 million! What are you doing…”

The peddler ran away without looking back. I didn’t pack my pony or pack.

“……”

“…I think that person is afraid of carriages too?”

‘Something is strange!’

The coachman gradually felt something strange.

No matter how much I thought about it, it wasn’t that I was afraid of carriages.

They were afraid of the name of the Wardanaz family!

Even if the person passing by earlier was the same, the peddler who had gone through all the hardships was just running away.

“young master. Isn’t something strange? Could something happen to the Wardanaj family?”

“no. Lee Han said nothing happened.”

“Who is Lee Han?”

“my friend. Lee Han of the Wardanaz family! By the way, I’m your best friend.”

“…?”

The coachman paused.

If you want to find out what’s going on with the Wardanaz family, you have to ask an objective outsider. Shouldn’t you ask the person in the family ‘Are you all right?’

If that friend named Yi-Han is plotting a wicked plan…

Even the coachman has heard the terrifying rumors of the Wardanaz family a few times.

The Kraha family had told me, ‘It’s a rumor, don’t worry about it’, but when the situation came to this, it suddenly came back to me.

What if it wasn’t a rumor?

‘Oh no. This person goes to Ein Lorgard… If a friend plots something suspicious, he would have recognized it first!’

The coachman made up his mind.

Hiss!

Gainando threw the crumpled paper out of the carriage window. The coachman asked, puzzled.

“What are you throwing?”

“ah. arithmetic problem. it is a secret. I’m going to say that the bird snuck it in later!”

“……”

Gainando didn’t notice that the coachman’s eyes were getting colder in admiration for his wisdom.

“It is a village. Let’s take a break for a while.”

The vast estate of a noble family was close to an independent space, so there were separate villages and servants in it.

As the Wodanaz family’s manor must have been, the village of Udamhwa now visible could be said to be the closest village to the family and the last village before entering the manor.

And for the coachman, it was the last chance to get useful information.

Queek!

The coachman stopped the carriage in front of the inn.

“Your master is here.”

“huh.”

Gainando nodded his head as he fell in love with .

“Come this way! Come this way!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The inn’s servant quickly jumped out and beckoned to the stable.

Certainly, this village was quite large and prosperous, if not to the extent of a city. It was evident from the part where the inn in the village accepted the eight-horse wagon without hesitation.

In the case of small villages, there was a case of lack of space, so there was a case of staying tied up on the outskirts.

‘Great. If it’s a town this big, I’m sure you’ll be able to get useful information.’

The coachman was determined.

In a small town, in a big town, at least one person would tell you the right information.

“…?”

The moment he opened the inn door, the coachman felt a sense of incongruity.

All over the wide first floor, old, round wooden tables were packed tightly, and villagers and tourists were sitting here and there with large tin glasses full of alcohol.

At the counter inside, the owner skillfully tinkered with the barrel, and bards were sitting next to him. It was a large inn suitable for a prosperous town.

But…

‘Why is there no sound?’

Surprisingly, the inn was frighteningly quiet.

The villagers and tourists just sat there silently without saying anything. The owner was quiet, and even the minstrels did not play.

“Who… who died?”

“Shh!”

In response to the coachman’s question, a nearby villager signaled for silence.

“Shut up. gentile. Because now is not the time for that.”

“…??”

“Sit here. hurry.”

The coachman, not knowing why, sat next to the villager. The villagers frowned and whispered.

“You came on a day like today. You are out of luck too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look out there.”

The coachman turned his gaze to the window.

A gigantic, irregularly shaped demon with dozens of horseshoes roamed the village.

And next to the devil was a boy. The boy muttered, holding up a piece of paper with a package on top of the devil.

“hmm. Next… Need some chocolate? Oh this child. I think I’ll only eat chocolate…”

-Have you ever had a child in Einrogard…?

The coachman was frightened and almost fell. Then the villagers became even more frightened and seized the coachman.

“Who are you doing this to kill a stranger?!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m so surprised. What is that?”

“The demon of the Wardanaz family.”

The villagers spoke the name of the Wodanaj family in awe and fearful voices.

“The archmage’s minion!”

“Why the hell did the great mage send the devil to the village?”

“Do we know? I’m doing this because I don’t know!”

Only then did the coachman seem to understand why the inn was so quiet.

And when I thought about it, it was quiet not only in the inn, but also outside the village.

Now people were holding their breath for fear of getting caught!

“Still, the Wardanaz family is a family of wizards who protect the empire…”

“You spoke well. gentile. You go and talk to that devil.”

The coachman kept his mouth shut.

“Do you know why this inn is called ?”

“Well, okay?”

“When the owner was young, he pulled a small boat out to the lake and was pulled over the clouds.”

The old Dwarf sitting next to him who had only listened to the conversation spoke quietly.

“Dwarves have a proverb. Don’t get involved with the Archmage. No matter how righteous the archmage is, there is nothing good about it. Ruining your life…”

Knock!

“!?!?!”

Everyone in the inn held their breath.

While they were talking, the inn door opened and a boy from the Wodanaz family entered.

“Would you like to wait at the stable?”

– I’m not talking… I see…

Gulp!

The sound of someone swallowing saliva was especially loud.

The boy walked over and asked the owner.

“Can I get some lemon compote? I heard at the general store that the lemon compote here is so delicious…”

Kung!

The owner quickly pulled out a whole tub of lemon compote. The boy was puzzled and replied.

“You don’t have to give me this much.”

“Ze Ze Ze Ze Ze is a gift from the heart!”

“A little, please.”

The boy poured some lemon candied juice into it and fell into trouble.

“Do you have any grapefruit?”

“You mean grapefruit? yes!”

“Grapefruit, right? Wait, listen to this for a second!”

-If you’re going to do this, why did you send him to the stable… I never complained…

The boy called the devil when he ran out of hands.

The inn has become the quietest of all that was quiet today. Even if a needle fell, it sounded like thunder.

“You must not drop this.”

-Yes…

“Can I get you one?”

-Yes…

“Do you like it?”

-It’s so delicious…

“Thank God. haha.”

The boy had a chat with the devil, then took all the candied sugar and went out.

People were able to breathe.

“Did you see it? Why did we tell you to shut up…”

Instead of answering, the coachman kicked out the door and ran out of town.

* * *

Nylia sat in the Maikin family carriage and glanced outside.

‘oh. Those flowers are delicious.’

She thought about stopping the wagon, picking flowers, and asking Yoner to eat them, but Nelia refrained.

The coachman might laugh inwardly when he saw it.

-oh my god! How can the daughter of the Meikin family be so savage, vulgar, rough, and a hunter who eats animals alive…

“Wait! Stop the wagon!”

Yoner shouted to the coachman, opened the carriage door, and jumped out.

Then he quickly gathered flowers and came up panting.

“…This flower is good for making a wind barrier potion. Sorry to startle you.”

Yoner explained how awkward he was when he met Nelia’s eyes. Nilia felt very good.

“No, those flowers are delicious! look over there That person is also eating flowers… evil!”

“???”

Yoner looked out of the wagon in bewilderment as Nylia screamed.

A familiar relative was sitting on the grass with a melancholy face, munching on flowers.

“……”

“……”

Gainando, who was munching on flowers, raised his head. Seeing the Meikin family’s carriage, Gainando cried out in tears.

“Yoner!!!”

“depart!”

Yoner exclaimed coldly.

However, Kainando grabbed the wagon with incredible quickness.

“it’s me! me!”

“How do I prove you’re not fake?”

“…W here. I have homework from Lee Han!”

“It is fake. depart!”

Yoner, who did not want to be involved with annoying relatives until vacation, calmly ordered.

But Nylia’s heart was a little weak.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“…Ehh. You will regret it.”

Yoner sighed and opened the door. Gainando came up crying.

“What is it?”

“The coachman has run away!”

“You must be wrong.”

“no!!”

Kainando told the story of the coachman in a voice full of sorrow.

He left himself in the carriage and disappeared!

“I asked the villagers and they said they just ran away.

Yoner and Nylia exchanged glances.

There was only one guess.

“Did you force the driver to read the magazine?”

“I must have used black magic on the coachman.”

“You begged the coachman to buy you snacks, didn’t you?”

“Didn’t you ask the coachman to do your homework for you?”

“Isn’t it all?!”

Gainando was enraged by his friends’ suspicions.

These bastards couldn’t even be called friends!