Sword Master Who Leapt Through Time - Chapter 37



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#37 The sound of horse hooves

The retreat was successful.

A week of fierce fighting.

32 dead. 112 injured.

Removed 70% of the demons in the major change areas.

In this overwhelming victory, Lancen’s soldiers were burning hot.

“Hey boss! Hurry up and bring me some beer!”

“Oh my! I received a lot of bonus money, but I can’t use it if it comes out so slowly!”

The soldiers, who had been welcomed by the citizens and had improved, were holed up in bars from broad daylight to relieve the stress they had accumulated.

Their boisterous and excited appearance stimulated the other freedom fighters in the bar.

“… … But did you really get rid of the demons properly?”

“So. I don’t think that can be done in a week… … .”

Someone showed a look of displeasure,

“But isn’t that right? You all saw a ton of little demons pouring out, right?”

“Right. That number won’t come out unless you really mess with the inside.”

Someone else made a rational decision.

And, Lancen’s soldiers simply accepted the other warriors’ mutterings with infinitely relaxed bravado.

“Hey. Hey. Have you tried sticking a spear in the neck of a deer ox that’s running at full speed?”

“Yes, Inma. Have you ever used a shield to block a swing from Taurund? That thing was over 3.5 meters long?”

“If you haven’t tried it, don’t talk.”

Just one month and one week.

Lancen’s army was soon burning a flame of unity and pride in their hearts.

* * *

‘It was very good.’

I was very satisfied with this operation.

Is this what an artist or novelist feels when he or she looks at his or her own work?

Seeing the tactics and strategies I had only thought of in my head come to fruition… … was thrilling! It was that in itself.

32 deaths.

Despite it being a dangerous mission, the damage was much less than that suffered during a normal demon subjugation.

This was because it had sufficient defensive power with a perfectly maintained formation.

Thanks to this, experts who had preserved their power were able to intervene and save the soldiers at every moment of crisis.

It was all just as I intended.

Satisfied. Satisfied again.

I felt good, came home and washed off the week’s worth of grime with warm water, it was paradise.

He headed to the conference room, emitting warm smoke.

Although I was tired, the situation was urgent because of the Storm King who was targeting Kinalo and Kash, so I decided to receive the report and immediately make a plan to occupy Kushan City.

however,

“Why are your eyes like that?”

Baren was sitting in a corner of the conference table, his head bowed and his face awkwardly covered with his left hand.

“Ah… … . Hyung… … That’s… … .”

“Look at this.”

He kept covering his face, so I went over to him and pulled his hand away.

“Who said this?”

Baren’s left eye was bulging.

He looked like he had been beaten up, with a deep bruise.

What’s going on? What happened? It’s called the Snowball Baren.

You didn’t hit him, you got hit?

No, who would have guessed that this guy, who is a top expert in the first place…

“for a moment.”

At that moment, something strange caught my eye at the edge of my vision.

“Rivera. Turn your head.”

“yes yes?!”

“Turn your head around. Look to the left.”

Our Baron Rivera, awkwardly twisting his neck to show me only the right side of his face.

“hurry.”

Rivera eventually gave up and turned his head, but his left eye was also… …black and bruised.

ah,

Was that right?

To whom?

… … Are you angry?

“who is this.”

“That, that… … .”

“My lord. So… … .”

While Baren and Rivera were mumbling, Sea intervened with a blank expression.

“Yesterday. While Brother Varen was beating up warriors who had broken the rules, some old man started a quarrel.”

“old man?”

“Yeah. So we had a fight… … and that’s how it turned out.”

“You just left it there?”

“He’s so strong that if we fight properly, it’ll only cause more damage. The old man didn’t even break the rules. And you know? It’s a bit weird to make a fuss about warriors fighting each other in Roberland.”

“so.”

“When Mr. Rivera heard the news, he personally went to seek revenge.”

“But then it happens again?”

“huh.”

I looked at Baren and Rivera, who had their heads bowed.

This is not an ordinary thing.

Because two of the only four top experts in our city came back beaten up.

This is a matter of the city’s honor… … and it pisses me off, you know? You’re beating our kids?

What are you?

“Guide me.”

It was not the time for a meeting.

I stood up with my sword in my hand.

* * *

The old man was drinking at the , a tavern where many warriors gathered.

What’s frustrating is that… … the old man was so popular that warriors would crowd around him and offer him drinks.

“Old man! You were really great!”

“So! You’re turning Snowball’s Baren into Snowball’s Night!”

“Who are you really? If you have skills like that of an old man, you must be quite well known?!”

It’s good.

‘You’re so popular even though you beat up our kids?’

He approached with brisk strides.

How to start?

Should we start by hitting once?

While I was thinking about that, my eyes met with an old man’s.

“Ah! You came!”

The old man stood up with a red, drunken face.

The warriors who looked back then had pale faces.

I retreated from the old man’s side like a swarm of bees stung by the pungent smoke.

Yeah, you have to back off.

The Sword Master who killed Ksias is in a bad mood, so you should avoid him.

“Is that you?”

Even though I asked, the old man just laughed heartily without showing any sign of nervousness.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. It’s nice to see you like this.”

“You say that as if you were waiting for it?”

“I’ve been waiting for you. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Zahir, and I serve under the command of the Storm King Harun.”

what?

King of the Storm?

Zahir?

Male-

The place became noisy.

“Zahir of the Hundred Victories… … .”

“The strongest expert… … .”

“Ah! That scar on your face! Why didn’t I recognize it?”

“and…….”

Zahir of Baekseung.

I know that too.

Because he was a warrior with a great reputation in Norberg, northwest of Robertland.

He is a warrior of the highest level, but he is the strongest expert who has fought and won 100 duels against 100 other top level warriors.

In this neighborhood, there were so many warriors who respected Zahir more than the Swordmaster.

This is a bit confusing.

The King of the Wind sent Zahir to me… … .

But that’s that,

“so.”

I look straight into Zahir’s eyes.

“The most renowned and powerful expert.”

Do you recognize the blue flame flickering in my pupils right now?

“Why did you hit our children?”

Baek Seung’s Zahir and Jasigo.

This can’t just be overlooked.

* * *

“Haha, I’m sorry. Even though I’m this old, I still can’t control my temper… … I get scolded by Harun all the time. Haha.”

Are you laughing?

Although the judgment was becoming increasingly distorted, Zahir continued to speak in a sly manner.

“Actually, I came here today as an envoy from Lord Harun.”

“reaper?”

“Harun thinks highly of Lansen. He asked me to meet him on a good day, have a candid conversation, and see if we could come together to share our goals.”

for a moment.

therefore.

The meaning of combining them is… …

“You want me to become the subject of the Storm King?”

“Whether they are subjects or lords, what does their names matter? What matters is that heroes meet, exchange ideas, and compare their strengths.”

So that’s what I’m saying.

If we compare each other’s vessels, it is obvious that I will be smaller and thus become the subject. That is what I think.

So I just asked outright.

“If I become a subject, what good will it do for me?”

The answer came back immediately.

“Harun can take care of the excavation and sale of the relics on your behalf.”

“Will you take over instead?”

“Yes. With the connections and trade routes that Harun has, we can make much more profit much faster.”

“so?”

“So, you can take 30% of the profits you make. You’ll be able to make a lot of money without doing anything, so wouldn’t that be good for both of us?”

… … ?

So, you’re saying that you want my Glowing Steel relics right now, and you want to take them and give me only 30% of the profits?

‘oh my god…….’

It was astonishing.

Even though Robertland is a lawless continent, why would you make such a shameless proposal?

“Is that good for me?”

Zahir didn’t even blink at my direct question.

“Yes. Under the protection of Lord Harun, Kushan City will prosper even more as it will be actively connected to the great market of Ailun. And while providing these benefits, Lord Harun will not collect a single penny in taxes.”

Aren’t you collecting taxes?

Wow, your puns are going too far.

“Do you know how much the relics revenue is now? It’s more than 1.5 times the entire city’s tax revenue. If you take 70% of that, isn’t that already a huge tax?”

When I asked that question, the answer I got was amazing.

“Yes, that is good. Under the protection of Lord Harun, you will be guaranteed the right to rule Kushan City.”

!!!

The warriors who had been standing back and quietly listening to the conversation began to stir loudly.

Katrina, who had been watching the situation from behind, raised her aura and stepped forward.

“Hey… … . Old man.”

Katrina, who had been chasing me, saying that she would take revenge on Rivera and Varen, could not hide her anger.

I stopped Katrina with my hand for a moment.

Because it was right for me to answer this question myself.

Guarantees sovereignty?

So, what you mean is, ‘If you don’t listen, you die?’

what,

i get it.

Nothing has changed.

From the moment I came here, I only had one answer to give.

“Zahir.”

“Yes, Lord Lansen.”

“This is my answer.”

Paaaaak!

The sword hilt extended like lightning and struck Zahir’s right eye.

Phew- boom boom!

Zahir flew into the sky and crashed to the ground, breaking several desks.

Zahir, who had fallen to the ground with a loud crash, did not move at all as if he had fainted.

His left eye was bloodshot.

Well, it looks like it’ll swell up soon… …and the bruise will last at least a month.

Ah, I feel a little better now.

“Throw that thing outside the gate and sprinkle it with salt. Keep him out forever.”

“Ah… … . That’s what I was going to do.”

Katrina grumbled and picked up Zahir, carrying him towards the gate.

Why did you do it yourself instead of ordering the soldiers to do it?

I tried to hack it on the way, but… … .

“Hey, did you just see that?”

“Even though he is a sword master, he can defeat the hundred-success Zahir with just one blow… … .”

“That’s not the problem. You hit him with the handle of the sword. That was a show of force that could have easily decapitated him… … .”

The surprised warriors murmured.

They were surprised, but to me it was normal.

Even the strongest expert cannot block an attack that comes without any preparation.

Because that is the realm of swordsmanship.

“Let’s go back. We have to have a meeting.”

Anyway, with this, I know for sure.

The King of Storms is not only targeting Kashish City.

He’s targeting here, even Kushan City.

I guess,

We need to expedite our plans.

* * *

The tent of the Storm King Harun.

In the midst of the bonfires lighting up the area and the soldiers standing guard, a boisterous laughter erupted.

“Poohahaha! Zahir. So that’s why you were kicked out like that? Because your eyes turned red?”

“… … Don’t laugh.”

The Storm King Harun held his stomach and laughed, while Zahir covered his bruised eyes in embarrassment.

“Still, that’s amazing. How was it so bad that you couldn’t even avoid it?”

“I avoided it and fell asleep… … I don’t remember. I’m sure we were having a conversation, but when I opened my eyes, I was outside the castle. Someone even had graffiti on my face… … . Phew… … .”

“Hey. That guy, Lansen. Isn’t he amazing? Honestly, I think someone like you, Zahir, could kill a mediocre sword master.”

“… … It seems like it’s far beyond that level.”

“I guess so. Heh~ But does he have a different personality?”

“Yes. He didn’t seem to have any hesitation at all even after hearing the proposal.”

“They’re wild. They’re wild animals. Yes. There are such guys. I’ve shown them a lot of sincerity, but they don’t open their hearts.”

Harun muttered as he drank the wine placed next to him.

“Those kids really need to hear the sound of horse hooves to open their hearts.”

Step by step!

The sound of cavalry hooves moving could be heard beyond the tent.