The Extra is Too Strong - Chapter 1066
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Extras are too strong 1066
“I thought Mirkel was in Namnuri.”
Mord, who heard the story of Keel and Sedeah, was so dumbfounded that he burst out laughing.
The true identity of the Murakdangsu was Mirkel.
Although he had dyed his hair black and wore a mask, it was not difficult for Keel and Sedea to recognize him.
Dalshi tilted her head.
“Wait a minute. So the person Eltain went to Buknuri to look for… was Akeli?”
Up until now, it was assumed that Eltein had come east to find Mirkel, but Mirkel was in Namnuri.
Then, by the method of elimination, we can conclude that what is in Buknuri is Akeli.
Parwell agreed.
“I guess so. It would be surprising if Akeli were to settle in the North. The perception of lycanthropes is worse here than in the west… … .”
If he was somewhere in Namnuri, it would have been like that. It wouldn’t have been that difficult for someone like Akeli to form an armed force and survive in the divided Namnuri.
But it was difficult to guess what kind of situation it was, since it was located in Buknuri, which was controlled by the royal family.
“Of course, Akeli’s power alone would be worth accepting from Buknuri… … .”
Mord frowned.
The power that crossed over to the Eastern Continent with Akeli is enormous. Just considering the power of that group, it is enough to give them the position of general in Buknuri.
Besides, aren’t the Karian clones who follow her, some of whom have fallen to the condemned, but the rest who survived, a magical force that would make the North Sea drool?
“But maybe there’s a reason beyond that. It seems like it’s worth paying the price to find out.”
“huh.”
Darcy nodded, her expression becoming serious.
Keel shrugged.
“You knew I was alive and well, right?”
“That’s true.”
Mord smiled bitterly.
Mirkel is a being favored by Lienta, the god of song and music.
Mord didn’t know it yet, but Albigeus did, and there were many other goddesses or descendants who whispered love stories about Mirkel and her.
Even if they are not gods whose names are engraved in the pantheon, they are among the apostles, saints, and others who have ascended to heaven and become part of that god’s retinue.
So if Mirkel was in danger, the gods would have somehow sent word to Mord.
Although Mord’s party has not yet directly encountered Lienta, in the east, all the gods are cooperating.
But until now, neither Lienta nor any of the other gods had ever told Mord and his party about Mirkel.
That is why Mord and his party assumed that Mirkel was at least not in danger.
Keel asked.
“What about there?”
“It’s a simple matter of destroying the city’s ruling class… … .”
Mord spoke as if he held the fate of a fairly large city in his hands.
And there was no exaggeration or pretense in it.
“The problem is that we don’t know if the city will run properly after that.”
If you have the power to free people from oppression, it is easy.
But allowing these liberated people to live properly in society is a completely different matter.
If we were to eliminate the city’s ruling class at this point, would others be able to run the city well?
The problem was that things could get worse than they are now.
“Let’s leave it to Prince Hanul.”
Mord’s party decided to pass this matter on to Prince Hanul.
If it’s a region that’s running with a decent atmosphere, then it might be different, but if you annex that region by force, it will be welcomed by the people.
“Then… I guess I should meet Mirkel.”
Mord, who had decided on a course of action, felt slightly embarrassed by the fact that he was now looking forward to meeting Mirkel.
* * *
The Murak Party members were delighted to see the grain they had recently acquired in the mountains far from the city.
“Oh, this is enough to feed a lot of people.”
Everyone felt proud of their activities as righteous thieves in this world, giving grain to the people and making trouble for corrupt officials.
“Yes. We’ll divide half of it evenly among the townspeople tonight… and while we’re at it, we’ll warn the county magistrate… Hmm?”
The Murakdang leader, who had been nodding his head as he spoke, opened his eyes wide and looked to one side.
In an instant, the atmosphere around them froze.
Some of the Murak Party members are wary of that direction, emitting a sharp aura like blades.
This is because when the Murakdang leader reacted like this before, they had an experience where they were attacked by a powerful enemy that they could not handle on their own.
“also.”
And from the direction that Murakdangsu was looking, a group of people were walking towards him.
‘big.’
This was the feeling that the members of the Murak Party felt when they saw them.
Mord, who was two meters tall, and Leon, who was even bigger, caught the eye with their strong presence.
Wow!
Next to him, a large silver-furred dog barks at the sky.
[Huh! You’re alive! You dumb dog!]
Then, with a rustling sound, a bird landed on the head of the Murakdangsu.
It was a bird twice as large as a pigeon, with a blue beak and silver feathers, and flaunting red, blue, and yellow feathers. The bird, which wore a mask over its beak and glared arrogantly at Ragnath with its golden eyes, was the divine beast Tolka.
Krrrr… … .
As Ragna and Tolka stare at each other, the Murakdang leader takes off his mask and reveals his face.
“Morde.”
The peerless handsome man with a bright smile like a blooming flower was none other than Mirkel, the Dance Monarch, known as the Eight Stars of Silver Blood.
“I never thought we would meet again in this distant land. You were destined to dance with me.”
“…Hearing you say that makes me realize that I have met you.”
Mord just burst out laughing.
* * *
The Murak Party members couldn’t help but be surprised when they heard Mord and his party’s self-introduction.
This is because the fame of Mord’s party spread far and wide, even outside of Seonamdo and Unpyeongdo.
“I was planning to come and see you sooner or later. I’m so glad you came first. Do you want to dance?”
“Mykel said, just by sweeping her hair up, her hair returned to silver.
“We’ll dance later… … .”
“Oh, so it’s going to be cold then?”
“… Well, I won’t dance, but I’ll play.”
Mord asked with a snicker.
“You seem like you’d do anything you wanted to do, but you surprisingly have a lot of patience.”
“Well, no matter what, there are people I am responsible for. I was planning to make a move once the Murakdang affairs were somewhat wrapped up.”
“Are you talking about exposing corrupt officials?”
“Yeah. That’s the goal of Murakdang. I’m having fun because there are many people who agree with my cause.”
“It sure looks fun to see you doing it.”
Mord recalled the story that Keel and Sedeah had told him.
The unfair number said.
“His Majesty Murs also acknowledges you. He wants to appoint you a saint.”
The leader of the Murakdang clan was the blood descendant of Murus, the god of dance.
In addition, there were about ten priests and new priests of Murakdang.
This crazy band of thieves was born because, apart from Mirkel, the core members were all people crazy about dancing.
“Even so, I refused to become the saint of Murs because I felt it was a bit odd.”
Mirkel chuckled.
It was a blasphemous statement for the new blood of Murus to hear.
However, the adjutant already knew Mirkel’s true identity and accepted it with open arms, as their god had personally spoken to him about it.
“Purging the corrupt officials around here was a process of proving the strength I’ve honed so far in practice.”
Mirkel taught dancing to the members of the Murak Party.
It was a dance and a martial art at the same time.
‘Is it something like capoeira?’
Mord understood it roughly that way, especially when he fought Mirkel, who showed many techniques reminiscent of capoeira.
Mord asked.
“You seem to have a surprising talent for teaching others?”
“What? Hahaha, no. I don’t have that kind of talent.”
“… … .”
“You can’t express it in words. You can only express it through dance. If you dance with me, everyone will be able to do it.”
“I think I know what you mean.”
“Oh, I knew you would know.”
Mord gave a truly disgusted expression to Mirkel’s delighted reaction.
I couldn’t deny it, though. I had that experience when I fought Mirkel. And it was similar to what I had experienced in my conversation with Musin a while ago.
“That’s why all the members of the Murak Party are talented people. Once they have developed enough skills, they plan to either build up their power by overthrowing the corrupt officials or find a place that will accept them.”
“Is this your plan?”
“No, it’s Shin Seung-joo’s plan to take charge of all the big and small affairs of our Murakdang. From beginning to end… … .”
Mur’s new blood, Shin Seung-ju, bowed his head.
Mord said.
“If that’s what you mean, wouldn’t you go to Prince Hanul? I don’t know how much of the rumor you’ve heard, but he’s in the process of unifying the Southwest and taking over Unpyeong Island.”
“It’s faster than rumored. I can’t believe you succeeded in unifying the two regions… … .”
Shin Seung-ju couldn’t help but be surprised.
It was a feat that no one had accomplished since the whole world was divided into four.
It is only now, more than 50 years after the collapse of Onnuri, that history begins to move again.
Mirkel said indifferently.
“But I don’t think it’s all Prince Hanul’s power. Didn’t you guys do most of it?”
“I won’t deny that our help was great, but it’s also true that Prince Hanul is a talented person who can rebuild Onnuri. If he hadn’t, we wouldn’t have actively helped him.”
“Well, you wouldn’t have chosen just anyone.”
Mirkel nodded as if she understood.
Mord said.
“Eltain moved to Buknuri a while ago.”
“Huh? Eltain was here?”
Mirkel’s eyes opened wide in surprise.
Although he had communicated with Murus, the god of dance, he did not seem to have obtained detailed information about the world like Mord and his party. Of course, that was quite natural.
“We thought Eltain came looking for you, but it seems he came looking for Akeli.”
“Huh? Akeli is here too?”
“You didn’t even know that?”
“I had no idea.”
“It seems that Akeli didn’t come alone, but brought a lot of troops… That’s why some of the Karian clones became condemned.”
“Oh, that’s a bit… the situation is really bad.”
Mirkel frowned.
Mord said.
“Prince Hanul’s sphere of influence is surrounded by a barrier I built with my power. Even if you fight and die there against the condemned, you will not become a condemned person.”
Mord explained that he had the power to save even the souls of the condemned, thereby establishing a realm where they could die with dignity.
The story visibly shook the members of the Murak Party.
Because it meant that the most desperate problem, which symbolized this era, was solved.
Mirkel thought for a moment and then asked her adjutant, Shin Seung-ju.
“what do you think about it?”
“If what this person is saying is true… … .”
“It must be true.”
“… Then I think our Murakdang should go under Prince Hanul. I think we can do something more meaningful than engaging in thieving activities.”
“I see… … .”
Mirkel said with a small sigh.
“We’ll have to scrap our plans for the future. Let’s go back to base and talk to everyone and gather opinions. Oh, and after we distribute the grain we stole today as originally planned.”
“What will the leader do?”
“Of course I should go with Mord.”
Mirkel answered as if asking why he was asking such a thing.
“Are you okay?”
“Well… … .”
Mord sighed softly and said.
“…It would be a great help if you join us.”
It was too great a power to refuse… … .