9th Circle Lord

17 #17화 Sparing 3

Elena said firmly.

"I want a sword book. Including the method of seniority.”

"Hmm. Swordplay."

The merchant with a chin on asked implicitly.

"You want gold for one day, right?”

"Of course, I want a real bag, not a bunch of fakes on the market. Because I don't want to be a sitting-down for the rest of my life."

"You're a good girl. There's nothing you can't listen to. But it's a bit disappointing with just 10,000 gold.”

Elena raised her ears to the tone that made her curious about the back.

"What does that mean? Is there a seniority that goes beyond that?"

"Hhhh. Isn't that obvious? There are a lot of senior citizenship books like grains of sand, and among them, there are many special seniority books like pearls. 10,000 gold will pass the grain of sand, but not the pearl."

"Then how much is that pearl?”

"100,000 gold."

It's a jaw-dropping price.

Dolken, who had not heard of it, raised his voice.

"Now that I see it, you're trying to extort money! What do you mean 100,000 gold in a sword book?”

The merchant looked at Dolken.

"A guaranteed sword book is worth it. The sword book I presented is the relics of the Sword Master.”

Boom!

Everyone opened their mouths to shock as if a rock fell on their head.

Dazed Kane groaned and asked.

"Is that, really?"

The merchant waved his hand.

"That's all the information I can give you if you're not going to buy it. You know, Sword Master's Swordplay doesn't have ordinary value."

He was right.

If the Sword Master's sword book is worth 100,000 gold, it seems rather persecuted.

The eyes of the party were shaken.

For 100,000 gold, you can get the Sword Master's sword manual.

Luther kicked his tongue.

He poured cold water on the excitement of the party.

"Even if we get the Sword Master's sword manual, it will be difficult to reach the same level."

"What? What do you mean?"

"It's literally true. No matter how good the swordplay is, it's a long way from going up if talent and effort don't go along. If you learn the Sword Master's swordplay and get to the same level, think about why the number of masters on the continent has been so small."

Everyone was lost in thought by Luther's words that hit the nail on the head.

Right away, Luther mastered the Manna of Bernoulli's Matap.

The Bernoulli Matap was full of talent from the continent.

However, no one but himself has crossed the wall of six circles.

Even if it is the same man or seniority, there is definitely a personal difference.

No matter how much Sword Master's swordplay is, it is like a pain in the neck if competence does not support it.

The merchant responded to Luther's argument.

"You're right. But they will have no choice but to be tempted. The proven sword book is valuable in itself."

His words are also true.

There's nothing you can't do if you want to learn the sword book.

However, as Elena said, if you learn the common swordsmanship incorrectly, you may suffer a lifetime of disability or die if it is severe.

It is extremely dangerous to deal with the wrong swordsmanship.

What Elena wanted was a sword book without such a problem, and since it is a relic of the Sword Master, it can be seen not only as a guarantee but also as a rise depending on its ability.

Elena looked at Luther with shaky eyes.

He seemed to be seeking help in making a choice.

He advised.

"When choosing a sword certificate, it is important to make sure that it suits you."

"The right clothes?”

"Just as the human body is different, there are different methods of seniority in the swordsmanship. If you have to choose between heavy heavy heavy sword technique and light, fast sword technique, think for yourself about what to choose."

"Oh! That's right.”

Elena showed her disappointment.

"Even Sword Master's swordplay would be useless if it didn't fit me."

Elena thought hard and asked the merchant.

"As you can see, I need a light, fast sword manual. Do you have one?"

"You want something guaranteed, don't you?"

"Of course."

"100,000 gold."

Elena frowned.

"Is that also a relic of the Sword Master?"

"All guaranteed are 100,000 gold in the first place."

The merchant was a merchant.

Elena showed signs of risking 100,000 gold, and immediately of risking 100,000 gold.

She drew an impression.

"Isn't that too much of a nerve trade?"

"Those who appreciate value can take it. Think about what happens to you if you take this opportunity."

Elena's face showed a light of conflict.

He glanced at Luther and soon nodded.

"Okay, but I only have 10,000 gold now, so I'll get it by hunting.""I knew it. I'll get you an autopsy report that suits you.”

The deal with Elena is over.

The merchant looked at the remaining mercenaries.

"What are you going to do?"

The three answered right away without having to worry.

"We'll get the sword book, too."

I wasn't swept away by Elena's passion.

There was no reason to hesitate if we could develop force strongly in the present world, where the dark clouds of war are present.

A bright and cursed old man appeared.

"Here he comes."

Kane, who was watching, opened his mouth.

Luther, who was sitting with his arms folded against a wooden lantern, woke up.

The old man wearing a robe looked serious even if he didn't check his appearance.

He moved in such a hurry that he could see his desperation, but he was sobbing as if he were drunk, as if his body was not listening.

The group looked at the elderly man with cold eyes.

I couldn't feel any sympathy for him as he came with difficulty.

He tried to kill them with his men.

I even wished I could die as I was.

The merchant who arrived made a noise of iron.

"Kurk, kurk, kurk. Come on, wizard. I got it. I brought it."

He took a leather bag out of his arms and stuck it out.

Kane, who strode closer, extorted the battery as if he had taken it away.

"Ugh!"

The hood came off when the old man who was pushed by the rebound hit his hips.

"Ummm."

The party groaned.

His face was like a rotten corpse.

The wrinkled and cracked skin was grayish with water flowing down, and the skin peeled off in places, revealing a dark red skin.

The left eyeball disappeared and revealed a dark hole, and the head with no hair left was cracked like a drought ground.

Luther, who was handed the bag, checked the contents.

There are tons of transparent, low-class mana stones piled up.

The old man counted the numbers instead.

"I've searched Marvin and found a hundred of them. That's all. Oh, my God. Trust me!

Crying came out of the cracked iron.

Luther put his hand on his head.

It returned the backward-circulating rune, but left one constraint.

said Luther.

"The curse has been lifted. You can go now."

"Go, thank you. LOL!"

Luther warned the crying old man.

"You'd better not mention us again."

"Yes, yes, I will keep this a secret until I go to the grave. Thank you. Thank you."

The old man, who leaned over, turned weakly and returned.

Kane, who didn't know he would let him live, approached and expressed concern.

"I should have killed him."

That old man was a bad believer.

Moreover, they have already tried to kill them once, and they have never been told not to.

Luther was confident, contrary to Kane's concerns.

"I made a promise, so I saved your life. But he will die on his own."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see.”

Luther leaned back against the wooden dorsal.

He didn't seem to care about the old man who returned home.

The old man soothed his tired body and headed to Malvin Castle.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

You have to get as far away as you can.

You can change your mind and kill yourself.

The old man, who finally confirmed that he had disappeared from sight, looked around and accidentally checked his face in a puddle on the floor.

Shame poured into the miserable skeleton.

"LOL!"

The eyes of the old man who was crying sadly soon became fierce.

"You bastards! Shut up after making me look like this? No way."

The rotting pain of the whole body was soon eaten by an active volcano called anger.

The old man gritted his teeth.

"Dog mongrels! I will never let you go."

He will return hundreds of times the pain he suffered.

The vindictive old man mumbled, mumbling at the young wizard's face.

"Especially the wizard! I'm sure you'll have to...…. Argh!"

Kudduck!

The moment I put the word wizard into my mouth, the magic team appeared, which I thought had disappeared.

Along with him, the old man's limbs began to twist.

Kudduck! Kudduck!

The old man died without screaming due to the pain of the bones being broken into small pieces.

It was Luther's heart that saw through the old man, and the harrowing end of those who could not give up their lingering attachments until the end.

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