The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 52



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The soldier shouted save (52)

Episode. 7

The story of the red sword that cut down the stars.

There is a romance of inspection in this song.

A wandering swordsman who travels in pursuit of the best swordsmanship.

The wandering inspector visits the city by chance.

A nightmare city where the palace soldiers and swordsmen mercilessly slaughter people.

All travelers fled the city to escape the genocidal palace, but the wandering swordsman stayed in the town to help the people.

He fought against the soldiers and forced the blacksmith and the people of the estate to evacuate underground.

When his refuge was discovered, he risked his life fighting against the Black Sword for people he had never met.

This story ends with the victory of the wandering swordsman who cut off the swordsman’s head.

It has become the representative hero song of the Gerard Continent.

“But… is this the sword in the story?”

A red sword given to me by my client, Mason.

Contrary to the story of how the blue sword of the Black Sword was cut down by covering it with a red tidal wave, the red sword in front of me looked shabby.

“The sword must have broken because you poured so much mana into it.”

Overall it was well maintained, but one of the blades was broken into three pieces.

The handle part was also dangling and was on the verge of separating from the blade.

Hye-rin says with a disappointed face.

“That’s why they said it would be 5,000 gold coins if it was auctioned.”

I expected it.

If the Red Sword was an epic item available immediately, it would have been more expensive than the 70,000 gold ‘Blue Dragon Sword’ on the 5th floor of the Heavenly Flower Shop.

The fact that the Red Sword is half the price of the Cloud Cloak means that its value is limited to that of a collectible.

“So what are you going to do with this? Are you going to sell it at auction?”

If you find a good buyer, you can get more than 10,000 gold coins.

But I didn’t want to get the red sword for sale.

“I should write it. I plan to restore it.”

“… Hmm. If it had been restored, wouldn’t the blacksmiths have already restored it?”

“Because the restoration attempt might fail. Besides, the method of making the red sword doesn’t seem to be well known.”

It cost me over 5,000 gold just to get the recipe for the Red Sword from the Information Guild.

Considering the possibility of restoration failure, no one would attempt it unless they were rich and had a ton of gold coins to burn.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just sell it? What if you pour all your money into it and it fails?”

“That won’t happen. You can just try again until you succeed in restoring it.”

“……yes?”

“Just leave the restoration to me and I’ll tell you properly.”

I left Hye-rin behind with a bewildered expression and headed towards Cheonhwajeom.

Because with the ‘Item Crafting’ privilege, only Park Won-cheol can make a red sword more perfect than a blacksmith.

“Welcome, Mr. Allen. I will take you this way.”

I entered the store without saying a word, but an employee recognized me and guided me to the inner room.

“I was going to come to you, but you guys are here first? Come on in. Want a quick drink?”

Park Won-cheol shakes a bottle of expensive liquor and lowers his butt into a cushioned chair.

-Again.

A beautiful, colorful drink that fills a glass.

I got to the main point before Park Won-cheol drank his drink.

“I would like to entrust you with the restoration of the red sword.”

Place the red sword wrapped in cloth on the table.

“Hmm… .”

Park Won-cheol pushes the glass aside and examines the red sword closely.

Park Won-cheol takes his gaze off the sword and stares at me.

“Is there a recipe?”

“I have a manuscript that is a little less accurate. If you need it, I can buy you a proper one.”

Park Won-cheol, who had been stroking his beard at my words, smiled brightly as if he had finished calculating.

“Restoration fee… No, if our opinions are in agreement, we will restore it for free.”

“Does that mean there are conditions?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s nothing special. I’m planning on buying a territory this time, and I’d like you to be the knight commander of our territory.”

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed the nonsense about buying a territory, but when it was said by Park Won-cheol, the owner of a fortune teller’s shop with over 10 epic items, it didn’t sound like nonsense.

A blue flash that struck down the son of the Black Sword and cut down the Demon Archer.

The bards are already composing such songs, and it seems they intend to use my name to exalt the realm.

“Can’t you pay with gold?”

“… … Hmm, it’s not particularly appealing. If you want to reject my offer and ask for gold, this is all I’ll take.”

Park Won-cheol, with a greedy smile, shows off all ten of his fingers.

“Does that mean I need to pay 100,000 gold coins? The restoration cost is more expensive than an epic item. I don’t think that’s reasonable.”

“Haha, that’s because the young friend is thinking it’s difficult. Don’t you still have my offer of doing it for free if you become the Knight Commander?”

After that, I tried to bargain with the restorer, but he was a person who had no regrets about gold coins, so he did not change his position of 100,000 gold coins.

“Think about it slowly.”

I left Cheonhwajeom, leaving Park Won-cheol behind.

“That’s too bad. It’s a new epic item, so it would be awesome if it were restored.”

“new?”

“If I don’t know, then it’s new. Hmm… It’s hard to explain in detail, so I’ll pass.”

Why doesn’t Hye-rin speak until the end?

Are you afraid that I won’t be able to understand the knowledge of this world?

Or is it because we haven’t built perfect trust?

“Ugh… I’m so tired. I’ll go first and rest.”

On the third floor of the inn, Hye-rin stretches and tries to open her room.

I said this while holding Hye-rin’s shoulder.

“Wait a minute, let me talk.”

“A story? Yes.”

Hye-rin followed me into my room and closed the door.

“What are you talking about?”

As Hye-rin yawns and sits on the bed, looking tired, he reveals a secret he has never told before.

“Save. I have that privilege.”

“… Yes? … No, crazy. What did you say?”

He tells Hye-rin, who is wide-eyed as if she has woken up from sleep, everything about Save.

From the story of saving lives with the warriors I met during my time as a soldier, to the repetition of life in my hometown.

“I didn’t expect it… but there was a save as a special feature.”

When he tells the story of how he tried and failed several times to become friends with Hye-rin while pretending to be a warrior, Hye-rin laughs as if she finds it ridiculous.

“No, he’s smart but secretly seems stupid. Do you think it’s okay for a man to pretend to be Korean?”

“…Because my concept of another world was vague. I just thought of it as a distant country with a different culture.”

I thought she might feel betrayed by the fact that I had repeatedly died to win her favor, but Hye-rin listened to me calmly with a more relaxed expression than I thought.

“This is really hard. Just memorize the information you need. Why would you die a hundred times trying to memorize it all at once?”

Hye-rin felt sorry for me, who had repeated deaths, so she changed her seat and sat next to me.

“Keep going.”

After telling him everything that happened without fail, and even mentioning how he broke out in a cold sweat when he realized that life was repeating itself inside the palace, Hye-rin nodded as if she had guessed something.

“Originally, when you enter a dungeon or a palace, it automatically saves.”

“Does the other world you live in also have Save and the Demon Palace?”

“… … Haa, what should I say about this? I’ll tell you exactly what happened, so don’t be shocked.”

When I told her everything, Hye-rin also told me everything that had happened to her.

A game called ‘Gerard Biography’.

So, it is said that there was a game that was exactly like Gerard Continent among the games that used computer equipment.

“It’s not exactly the same, but aside from the names of places and people, it’s pretty similar. The job classes, magic, items, and monsters are all the same as in the game.”

What comes first?

Could it be that the people of this other world are imitating the Gerard Continent?

Or is it that the Gerard Continent imitates another world?

“I see Galtarang knows about Save. Is he from another world too?”

“… … Hmm. If that person were one of our people, it would be scary. They’d be doing some crazy method roleplay.”

“What is Method Rollfulley?”

“To put it simply, I was overly immersed in the role. I am a bard born on the continent of Gerard… . I have lived that way my whole life… . It’s like I am under a spell, deceiving myself.”

“So you’re saying that on the outside, Galtarang looks like Gerard.”

“… Well, judging from the fact that you played the Four Seasons’ Spring, it’s half and half? But why Galta and Grandpa?”

It would be better to just tell it as I heard it.

He clears his throat, wondering how to convey Hye-rin’s words.

“In eternity where life repeats~”

“…What are you doing?”

“Cheers to your success… . Haa, I’ll just explain it in words.”

He gives up singing and takes up a quill.

The song that Galtarang sang is written down on parchment.

“No… How do you memorize all this?”

“If you memorize it while dying, you will get the hang of it.”

Lee Hyun-seong and eternal life.

A song by Galtarang that contains the message that the omnipotent God knows all the actions of creatures, but he does not know until he reaches out and confirms the song.

As he writes down everything, including asking Walker’s great wizard to seek wisdom in order to uncover the secrets of the gods, Hye-rin folds her arms and ponders.

“That old man seemed to know that I was from another world, and yet he asked me about it, so it must have something to do with the game system….”

Hyelin, who was writing the lyrics of a song and scribbling a quill pen on parchment, stops her hand and makes a “Ah.”

Hyelin shows me the parchment with the lyrics written on it and tells me a hidden secret.

“I think the god of the Gerard Continent is one of our people?”

“… Is it true that God is actually from another world?”

“It’s not really true, it’s just what it says in the song of Grandpa Galta.”

Hye-rin says, underlining the sentences she wrote down.

“It’s written that the omnipotent God knows everything, but he can’t understand the song.”

“In summary, yes.”

“… … I think this is talking about action logs.”

“Action log?”

Action log.

When I look at Hye-rin, who is hearing this for the first time, she writes something down as if showing an example.

“This is the host who opened the game server… Anyway, the person with the highest authority can remotely view the action logs of the players who joined the server? … … You don’t understand when I say this, do you?”

“I’ll ask you separately later, so keep going.”

“You can tell what other people are doing by writing. It’s something like this. If the old man said to me, ‘Our Hye-rin is pretty,’ then this kind of writing would appear in front of me.”

Hye-rin lowers her gaze to the newly written sentence.

-Allen said to Hye-rin Lee, ‘Our Hye-rin is pretty.’

Is that sentence an action log?

“Is it possible to view all of people’s actions in the form of sentences like that?”

“It would be crazy to see everyone, so only the people who have been added to notifications are logged like that.”

“But why can’t you understand the song?”

“Oh, songs are written differently. For example, if you look at the song that the old man just sang as an action log, it would come out like this.”

―Allen sings an ‘unknown’ song.

A new sentence written by Hye-rin on parchment.

“If you communicate through song, can you keep a secret from God?”

When asked like that, Hye-rin shakes her head.

“If God wants, he can know the lyrics of the song. If you select the song title, the lyrics will appear.”

“Even if you are a god, you cannot be seen unless you take additional action.”

“’You can’t know what song you’re singing until you put your hand on it.’ This is a rough guess, but it’s not 100% certain.”

I fold my arms and think about Hye-rin’s words.

‘What would I do if I were God?’

Galtarang, a minstrel who sings more than five times a day.

If I were God, would I check the lyrics of every song I sing without fail?

‘If there were more things to do than spying on Galtarang’s actions, I wouldn’t bother checking the lyrics.’

Lyrics that are difficult to understand intuitively.

Even if you check, most of them will be seen as useless songs.

‘… Did Noel also watch out for this?’

This way. Over there. Quickly.

I thought Noel’s spirit simply didn’t have the strength to speak and spoke briefly, but it feels different when I think about her being wary of the action log.

‘The point was made clear behind the black curtain.’

The skill book that Noel gave in a world covered in black mud.

Why did she, who was under the watchful eye of the gods, teach me her secret arts?

“I have to meet Galtarang.”

It occurred to me that the only person who knew all these secrets was Galtarang.