9th Circle Lord

72 #72화 of 2014

Luther, who turned a blind eye to gladiators who shared a war of nerves, told the group.

"Don't worry about injuries. If you look dangerous, I'll stop you."

It meant to be safe and fight.

While the party's face was somewhat relaxed, Luther advised one last time.

"Don't look down on gladiators. They do everything they can to kill their opponents. So you should always be on your guard."

The group's expression was determined by the strong warning.

Luther left the gladiator's waiting area and headed to the audience.

Luthor, who was sitting idle among the enthusiastic cheering crowd, watched Dolken step up with the host's introduction.

He faltered at the cheers of the people, but immediately walked out proudly.

The iron bars on the opposite side opened and a man with a bloody sword appeared. He let out a shout.

'Where is my fortune!'

"Wow!"

"Dunk! Dunk!"

The appearance of the shredder Dunk echoed with enthusiasm.

Luther measured his fighting power.

Unlike his ferocious voice, he was about 2,000 at most, which was at the beginning of the intermediate level of the Expert.

But Luther was not optimistic about the situation.

'You could be prejudiced.’

Like himself, Dolken can observe the other person through the status window.

Dolken may already be aware of the opponent's combat capabilities.

And that could have made Dolken careless.

If you understand the advice, you have to end it at once.’

Dolken is not a cool-headed spirit.

Unlike himself, who thought he was an enemy, he was rather soft-handed when he was clearly eliminated in the best way.

Not only Dalken but also his entire group wanted to have a firm determination through the fight.

In that respect, the betting market was perfect.

A betting ground fights until the opponent admits defeat.

Therefore, many people are injured and most die.

If you don't build up your courage, it was not easy to challenge.

Dunk, the grinder who cheered by the audience, warned Dolken with his eyes glaring.

"Puppy, you're ready to die, aren't you?"

Dolken lifted the ax without saying a word.

It was Dolken who listened to Luther's warning not to let your guard down.

There was no need to announce the start.

Now that you're on the duel, you just have to wait for the end.

The dunk opened his arms wide.

"Let's taste the baby's blood from now on!"

"Wow!"

The audience who bet on him cheered.

Dolken ran and Dunk greeted.

Bang!

The sword and the ax collided and fell.

The difference in power was clear.

Dolken was strong and Dunk was relatively weak.

"Gasp!"

Dolken swung the ax again toward the groaning, reflecting and retreating dunk.

Bang!

Dunk's face turned blue.

Every time I collided, my arm seemed to break.

Dolken hit the axes in a row, heavy but relentlessly.

The dunk, which is in a hurry to stop it, is pushed back endlessly.

The party cooled down as if it were covered with cold water.

Whoever saw it, the victory was on Dolken's side.

Dolken pressed Dunk diligently as if to prove that he had not been playing.

And finally, I got the result.

Crumbs!

The blade of the sword was smashed by the destructive power of the ax carrying manna.

Sitting down, Dolken pointed the axe to his Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's apple

He said.

"Admit defeat."

Dunk grinned.

"I can't do that."

Dunk holding soil on the floor sprayed toward the front.

Dolken frowned as his eyes were blurry.

Dunk took out the poison needle in his waist. He died instantly whenever he was buried.

But at the same time as taking out, Dolken's hand, which was holding the ax, moved.

Crack!

The neck was cut and Dunk's head rolled on the floor.

Dolken's eyes were cold.

He didn't listen to Luther's warning in vain and had no intention of showing mercy if his opponent resisted.

The winner was decided, but no one cheered.

Only Luther frowned in the crucible of shock.

"Don't people change easily?’

It is much more efficient to kill than to admit defeat to the other person.

Nevertheless, Dolken left his hand in spite of his request.

'You must be born with it.’

I still have a feeling of tenderness.

Luther was disappointed, but the audience who lost the stakes was frustrated.

"Ah! My money!"

"That bastard killed Dunk!”

"You bastard! Get my money back!"

The voices of the people shouting are full of anger. 

However, anger was the only thing he could do because he was the one who killed Dunk.Dolken, who became the winner, confidently left the battlefield behind people's cries.

Then, there began to be a series of ups and downs, led by Dolken.

The old man in charge of the speculation market caught my ear.

All of Luther's party beat all the opponents in a row.

Thanks to him, the profits were strong.

"Good job, everyone. Good job.”

He, who was usually stingy, praised him to the point where his ears were worn out and took care of his money.

The expression of the group who saw a bunch of gold coins is quite surprising.

Dolken murmured.

"You said money would follow you if you had the power, and that's true.”

"It's not bad enough to risk death."

The old man asked the admiring party.

"You're coming tomorrow, aren't you? Next time, we'll have to deal with a fairly formidable gladiator."

"Let's do that."

Luther, who readily agreed, left the speculation market with his party.

Luther handed a bundle of gold coins to the excited party.

"It's up to you."

"Let's share with Luther."

"I don't need money."

"Are we going to another speculation center now?”

"You guys do it. I have something to see.”

Judging from the results of today's speculation, the party was doing well on its own.

So he didn't have to follow him around.

I'm going to do my job.’

It's time to do what I've been putting off.

Luther broke up with the group and headed to the temple.

The Arnes Central Temple is crowded. The central temple has a Holy Father and the high priests are gathered.

It was also the final destination and sacred place for pilgrims as there were traces of infinite history.

Luther headed to the inner temple, which was limited to ordinary believers.

After wearing the white Anes priest's robe, he headed to the church's entrance.

The guardian saint greeted Luther.

"Welcome, priest."

"I'm coming in."

"I'm sorry, but I need to check my ID. It's not that I don't believe it, it's a matter of procedure

The tricky inspection also worked in the central temple. When he gave out his ID card indicating a punishment priest, Sung's expression changed, and he spoke more politely than before.

"You may pass by."

"Good luck."

Luther walked past him and inside. His expression of looking at the empty hallway reminded me of agony.

Who am I supposed to ask?

We need a person who knows the internal situation well. He tried to turn again, but his eyes met with the priest who was passing by.

The old priest grinned.

"You've never seen this before."

"Look at my eyes."

Luther suddenly cast a spell on the priest.

The priest's eyes became hazy.

Luther asked.

"Do you know where the design drawings of the inner temple are?"

I've come in for now, but I can't search here and there recklessly.

Design drawings are required.

The priest spoke blankly at his question.

"I don't know."

"Do you know where the secret passage is in the temple?"

"I don't know."

The priest who caught recklessly knew nothing.

Luther kicked his tongue and asked another question.

"Then who handles the secret documents inside?"

"The High Priest Parit is in charge of the temple's secret affairs."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know."

"Okay."

I think we can find the high priest of Fert first.

Luther's fascination magic attracted his acquaintance and favor.

When the magic was over, the dazed priest blinked at Luther and pretended to know.

"I was wondering where I saw it, and it was you.”

"Long time no see."

"How have you been? I couldn't see you recently, so I was wondering where you were going.”

"The priest is always busy."

"Surely. Oops, look at me. It's not the right time to do this here, but I also have something to do. See you next time.”

"Yes."

After the priest disappeared, Luther passed the hallway and headed to the auditorium where the apprenticeship priests walked around.

"Where is the High Priest Parit?"

"I don't know."

Every apprentice priest asked knew nothing. And then I got to ask about the holy man.

Fortunately, the Knight knew the location of the High Priest Parit.

"The high priest is currently presiding over a general meeting. If you're going to meet him, you'd better wait in the high priest's office."

"Thanks."

The knight kindly led the high priest to his office.

The seat was vacant during the meeting.

Instead, the priests were in charge of the work instead.

When Luther appeared, they asked.

"Who are you?"

"I'm here to see the High Priest Parit."

"I see. If you tell me what you're doing, I'll tell the high priest."

"It's a secret. I'm an agent of the High Priest Lapid."The priest's expression changed when he showed the ring with the demon.

"I'll let you know as soon as the meeting is over. So why don't you wait in the drawing room?"

"I'll do that."

Luther sat in the reception room where he entertained VIPs and waited for the high priest.

After a while, the High Priest Parit appeared after the general meeting.

"The vicar of the Raphids is asking you to meet me? What's going on?"

The High Priest Parit appeared to be the most senile person I have ever seen.

A face that looks like it's going to flow down with a bent back and wrinkles.

And from an old look, there was nothing strange about retiring right away.

Perhaps after the long conference, the high priest looked exhausted.

Luther closed the door, had an exclusive relationship with him, and put a spell on it.

The high priest's face became blurred.

Luther asked.

"Where is the place to keep the documents of the temple's secrets?"

"Ummm."

The High Priest Parit suddenly groaned. Luther frowned at the unexpected response.

His eyes became more and more defined.

"I'll ask you again. Where do you keep the documents?"

"Turn it off..."

There's no answer, just groans.

While feeling strange, the high priest suddenly had a seizure.

"Dude."

The high priest, who was convulsing with his drooping cheeks shaking wildly, suddenly shed black blood from his eyes and fell on the floor.

Luther's eyes shook.

'No more money!'

If you try to reveal a secret, it seems that a taboo that kills the target has been invoked.

'That's a big trouble.

As expected, it is not easy to dig up secrets.

In the meantime, the priest who had warmed up the tea knocked on the drawing room door.

"I brought a car."

Luther frowned.

The high priest is dead and the door is about to open.

This situation will cause a stir.

'Oh, my God.’

It is not a problem to escape the immediate crisis.

Every time you try to dig into a secret, people who know the situation are on the line.In other words, it will face difficulties.

While agonizing over what to do in the future, the door began to open.

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