My villains episode 104
interlude. As usual, the trackers âBaegodong Innâ was crowded with sailors, merchants, mercenaries and soldiers.
This is because the unmistakable vitality of the city has permeated every corner of the alley.
âI decided to accept the request.â
The comrades were silent for a moment at Graniaâs declaration. As always, Arnal was the first to break the silence.
âAre you okay?â
âwhat?â
âThe prince is of course a good person, but the situation is not going well.â
Grania quietly shook her head while munching on the cheese.
âWe are mercenaries. You donât have to worry about the complicated circumstances of the superiors.â
âBut sister.â
Pharrell, a young man with a wild beard, scratched his head.
âLook at this one. Even after saving the city by throwing blood at best, they are blown away with a single command from the royal capital. Besides, on the day when the âlion with tailâ becomes king.â
âThe prince is a trustworthy employer and a warlord of 100,000 victors. What is more important?â
Sister Olga, who was fiddling with her beer mug, nodded slowly.
âWell, that is correct. And the princeâs army has also increased greatly. They may be kicked out of the city, but the prospects arenât all bleak... âWhat if the number of heads increases? The placenta is chaff.â
At Arnalâs grumbling, Grania smiled slightly.
âThe placenta is chaff, the same goes for our mercenaries, Arnal.â
â...I never imagined that those words would come out of your mouth. Are you proud of that?â
âIt is real.â
Grania continued as she put the thickly cut cheese on the bread.
âTo be a tycoon, you need fame. To have a reputation, you have to have achievements, and to have achievements, you have to have skills. If you go under Prince Ulkarâs tutelage, youâll get everything.â
Anton, who had been sitting quietly, let out a deep sigh.
âBut Sister Gowon will not be easy. Itâs a place where even Prince Ulkar canât guarantee victory, and a mercenary force of less than thirty can turn to dust in an instant.â
âPrince Ulkar destroyed the Imperials on the plateau 8 years ago. The current prince is much more experienced, wiser, and has a higher reputation than he did back then. Besides,â
âItâs much lighter. Arenât you a one-armed person?â
When Grania glanced at him, Arnal shrugged. Then, leaning back on the backrest, he clicked his tongue in regret.
âAh- I should have caught him. Because I became a knight.â
Farrell frowned at Arnalâs lamentation.
âThat older brother.... He admits his skills, but a little.â
âA little what?â
âEveryone knows. It gets a little weird sometimes.â
At Pharrellâs words, Grania scratched her eyebrows and said.
â...Pharrell. If itâs because of Uncle Gilius.â
âNo, itâs not like that.â
Pharrell waved his hand and spoke gibberish.
âAt that time, I, Uncle Gilius, and I were crazy about being possessed by a witch, and my older brother made a mistake like that... It must have been because he ran at me brandishing an axe. But... ha.â Farrell sighed and downed his beer. Then he set down his beer glass and bit his lip.
âHonestly, that bastard is a little weird. After stabbing Uncle Gilius... something made him look happy.â
âParell.â
âAnd donât you remember the first time I saw you? Do you tie dozens of peopleâs necks together and drag them around? That bastard is perfectâ
âStop Farrell.â
â......Whoa.â
When Pharrell crossed his arms, Grania smiled bitterly.
âI know. That Phoenix sometimes looks weird when it gets into a fight.â
âThe degree to which it gets weird.â
âBut Farrell. Phoenix saved your life. I and Arnal owed their lives many times. Without Phoenix, the city would have been burned and only ashes would have remained.â
â...And I donât know if Iâll meet Phoenix again, but even if itâs not Phoenix. If you meet someone that strong, donât show your teeth. got it?â
At Graniaâs earnest advice, Pharrell remained silent.
And that silence matched exquisitely with the stillness that hung over the entire first floor of the inn.
âwhat?â
As if time had stopped, the people who filled the hall were staring in one direction, frozen as stones.
There was a woman there. Shine-high boots and leather pants covered her long legs. As if a skilled artisan had tanned them, the texture of the boots was consistent, and the pants had a subtle sheen.
He was wearing a fine white shirt, a red vest with golden buttons, and a freshly loosened cloak draped over his arm.
It was a strange attire.
There was not a single item that ordinary women like to wear, such as a cutlet or a gown headkerchief.
He didnât wear a robe, so he didnât look like a wizard, and he didnât wear armor, so he didnât look like a mercenary.
However, the womanâs appearance was too beautiful to mistakenly think that she was dressed as a man. And the woman seemed to have no intention of hiding her beauty.
Thin and long limbs of moderate height. A curve full of tension that flows through the body. Porcelain-like white skin contrasted with jet-black hair, sharp eyes, a straight nose and a slim chin.
Lastly, even the red and thick lips that draw attention.
To sum it up, she was a fatal beauty.
â...and fucking feet.â
Forgetting the conversation they had just had, Pharrell let out a vulgar admiration. The womanâs gaze turned to Farrell at the sound that broke the silence.
gulp.
Farrell involuntarily swallowed dry saliva. It was because it was only after meeting eyes that she saw a new side of her.
There was no emotion in those black eyes. The bloodless, expressionless white face was like a lifeless doll.
The woman quickly withdrew her gaze from the frozen Pharrell. Then he slowly walked towards the bar. He didnât even make a sound, but dozens of pairs of eyes followed him.
A woman stops in front of a bar and looks at a young waitress, a young waitress, and a middle-aged man in turn.
âAre you the owner?â
â...Yes, thatâs right.â
âI want to hear about the bloody swordsman.â
A low, slow voice. The innkeeper moistened his lips involuntarily at the tone that gave off a sense of elegance.
âYes, something.â
â...itâs too noisy. Is there a quiet place?â
The innkeeper tried to nod as if possessed by something, but suddenly regained consciousness and was perplexed.
âThe clerks are all inexperienced, so I canât leave. Iâm sorry, maâam.â
Without saying a word, the woman pulled the pouch hanging from her waist. Then, white fingers without a single callus picked up a gold coin and placed it on the bar.
âIf you like the story, Iâll give you ten more.â
The innkeeper silently accepted the gold coin.
The woman was quite easy-going, not befitting her noble appearance and dignified tone. It was like that when he went into an empty room and sat down on a dirty bed without much objection.
And while the innkeeper talked, the woman sat motionless. It was just a slow blink of an eye from time to time.
After a long talk, the woman finally opened her mouth.
âSo where did you go?â
The innkeeper was silent for a moment, then answered while fiddling with his nose.
âA week ago. He said he was going west by boat. He probably didnât go to the Empire, so he probably went to Abiden.â
The woman nodded quietly. And he opened his mouth again.
âYou know more.â
â...yes? What is thatâ
âDonât hide it, tell it. I need to know where Poi went.â
The innkeeper closed his mouth for a moment. Then he asked with a little doubt in his eyes.
âAre you familiar with Phoenix and Sir Phoenix?â
âhuh.â
â...what kind of relationship are you?â
âYou have no manners.â
At the sudden remark, the innkeeper made an apologetic expression. But the woman answered meekly.
âcousin.â
âI think this job will be difficult.â
âwhy?â
âIs there no way to find the target?â
âYou have an impression. Everyone can recognize it at a glance.â
Dirk let out a sigh when the handsome man called the captain spoke in a calm tone.
âDidnât the captain say that the Marquis of Ibayle would have fired the spell as he was dying?â
âIt did.â
âWhere in the world is there a person who can be unharmed after being hit by the Marquisâ spell?â
âThere wonât be.â
âCaptain!â
The handsome man answered while continuing to rummage through the parchment.
âThe Marquis asked me to tell you the last possible spell.â
âYes?â
âThe new Marquis replied directly. Corruption mutation senility torture.â
âCorruption mutation, senility torture...
âIf it was a curse of corruption, it would have already turned to dust. If it were a curse of torture... even the infamous Assassin of the East would have committed suicide.â
As the handsome man said, he picked up a piece of parchment and held it out to the young man standing behind Dirk.
âBring this guy, Tobias. If you give me the right amount of money, they will follow.â
â ancient.â
When the young man called Tobias left the room, the handsome man flipped through the parchment again.
âThe problem is the curse of mutation and the curse of senility. If the Marquisâs spell were those two, the assassin would have changed into something we donât know.â
Dirkâs expression darkened.
âThen how are you going to find him?â
âBe patient. If we finish our work prematurely, the wrath of the Marquis Alphard will come upon us.â
Saying that, the handsome man picked up a piece of parchment.
âAll you have to do is pretend. While doing such nutritious work. ruler.â
â...What is this?â
âRead it.â
âHerenar Radakalin, a 17-year-old apprentice belonging to the La Palais Palace, fled after killing Grandmaster Jemar, a beautiful blond grandmaster... Dirk opened the parchment and frowned.
âWait, Radakalin, no way...
âThatâs Radakalin.â
Dirk shook his head.
âThis is too dangerous. Iâm against it.â
âI got paid in advance.â
Dirkâs expression crumpled at the handsome manâs carefree answer.
âCaptain! Are you saying youâre going to get involved with the palace because youâre not enough as a Marquis of Alphard? Besides, the Radakalin family.â
âThree hundred gold coins.â
âAlternative example?â
Dirk opened his mouth.
âI received three hundred gold coins.â
The handsome man leaned against the backrest and let out a smirk.
âThe advance payment is three hundred pieces, five hundred pieces if you kill it, and one thousand pieces if you save it.â
Dirkâs mouth opened so much that it couldnât open any further, and the handsome manâs smile grew a little wider.
Dirk swallowed and burned his one remaining eye.
âWhat can I do, boss?â
âYou keep chasing the assassin. I will catch this bitch.â
âDo you have any clues?â
âShe earned the nickname âFire Witchâ in South Harbor. Like flying in the sky and spraying fire like rain.â
Dirk scanned the parchment and narrowed his brows.
âIt says you canât use magic?â
âI hear you ran away with a forbidden book. He probably learned the spell through that forbidden book
.â
âForbidden. I will have to retrieve that too.â
âokay. That is a thousand gold coins.â
âHey, crazy wizards. But why didnât my guys catch up and ask us?â
âA few wizards from the palace came, but they said they were caught by Prince Eunâs viper and drinking water.â
Dirk slightly frowned.
âThe silver princeâs viper.... The smell is so bad that it might be annoying.â
âHasnât it ever been? And is it worth the money?â
Dirk read all the way through about the escaped wizard.
â...accompanied by âRed Bearâ, a Phoenix barbarian knight of Prince Ulkar. Take the boat to the west...
âTheyâre the problem. The bloody swordsman and the red bear.â
While Dirk frowned and tilted his head, the handsome man continued.
âIf you listen to the story, there are no monsters. Like a swordsman who slaughtered dozens of people with one knife and a savage who decapitated an ogre.â
Dirk, who tilted his head for a long time reading the impressions of the target and his companions, answered while scratching under his eyepatch.
âI donât think it will be easy... Are you planning to step out yourself, Captain?â
âIt should be. Because itâs a big deal.â
The handsome man got up from his seat and brushed his hair.
âBut why did you go west? What is there in the West?â
âArenât you trying to escape to the empire
?â
âwell. Oh and. Investigate more of Phoenix while youâre in the city.â
âA bloody swordsman?â
âokay. The bloody swordsman, the bloody beacon... what else did they say?â
Dirk looked through the records on Phoenix.
âThe silver princeâs red knight, the beheader, the witchâs guardian.... The people in this neighborhood seem to like making up nicknames quite a bit.â âI might stick another one in there.â
âSomeâ
then someone knocked on the door with hurried footsteps.
âCaptain, this is Tobias!â
âcome in!â
Seeing Tobiasâ expression as he opened the door and entered, the handsome man intuitively sensed that something was wrong.
âwhatâs the matter?â
âIs there someone who asked you to bring him? The owner of the Boat Horn Inn.â
âhowever?â
âHe is dead.â
The handsome manâs eyes widened at Tobiasâ words.
âdie?â
âyes. A body has just been found.â
âWhy all of a sudden?â
âI donât know exactly...
Tobias continued with a slightly strange expression on his face.
âIt was a young woman who found the body, but they screamed that it was the work of an artist.â
â...artist?â âyes. He tore his limbs and took the blood...
âHa.â
The handsome manâs mouth twisted. It was a ferocious smile resembling that of a wolf.
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