The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 53



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The soldier shouted save (53)

Finding Galtarang’s location wasn’t difficult.

When I asked the food delivery worker on the first floor of the inn about Galtarang, he pointed outside.

“Oh, you’re Galtarang? You said you were in the Adventurer’s Guild.”

From simple requests to transport cargo to subjugating hemp plants.

The Adventurer’s Guild was a place that mediated various requests from the people of Gerard’s Continent.

Pass by adventurers who are newly issued with identities.

I saw Galtarang looking through the request bulletin board.

“Is there a request to find a bard?”

Did you already notice that I was here?

“Galtarang,” he says with a smile, his eyes focused on the bulletin board.

“Haha, I’m not looking for a commission. I’m just looking for a new story.”

“story?”

“For example, this kind of request. Buy a large quantity of seaweed flowers used as ingredients for anesthetic in a village of homeless people. Doesn’t it smell like a story?”

Focus on Galtarang’s nonsense.

It could be that he’s twisting his words to avoid being caught in the action log.

“Or how about this request? A love letter to the swordsman, Leo Vermouth.”

“It’s surprising that the Adventurer’s Guild would accept such a request.”

“There have been rumors going around recently that Madame Vermouth and Kensei have become estranged. Perhaps it is not a simple love letter, but an important letter mixed with a secret plot?”

He says this while looking at Galtarang who is making dangerous remarks without any hesitation.

“Are you sure about what you’re saying?”

At my words, Galtarang shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

“Well, wouldn’t that be a shame?”

I let out a small sigh at the sight of Galtarang only thinking of accidents and incidents as fun.

‘If I were God, I don’t think I would even look at Galtarang’s action log.’

More than 80% of conversations are useless.

I had been remembering the entire conversation up until then, but Galtarang’s words just broke my concentration.

I glanced over the request board and asked Galtarang.

“If you’re looking for a story and a commission, does that mean you’re thinking of leaving this place?”

“No, checking the bulletin board is just a habit. Now I have no reason to travel.”

The idea of ​​retirement isn’t new.

He has traveled all over the continent of Gerard and spread his songs widely despite his old age, so he must have no regrets as a bard.

“I think there’s something we need to talk about between ourselves.”

At my words, Galtarang looks up at the ceiling and smiles as he speaks.

“Dave. If you want to restore the Red Sword, go to Dave the Blacksmith.”

“How did you know I was trying to restore the Red Sword?”

“You’re not the kind of person who would just let the romance of the inspector pass by, are you? If he refuses to restore it, try offering to help his sick daughter. He’ll listen to what you have to say.”

A smiling Galtarang taps the corner of the Red Hail map stuck next to the bulletin board with his finger.

Perhaps the location of a blacksmith named Dave.

“I’ll come and see you once I’ve finished organizing the rest of the story. See you again.”

As Galtarang slightly bowed his head and turned to leave the building, Hye-rin, who had been standing behind him, came up to me and whispered quietly.

“First of all, I put a location tracking spell on Galta and Grandpa.”

“How long does the magic last?”

“If you keep drinking the blue potion, it will last for two days, but since there is no mini map, I don’t know the exact location, I only know the direction.”

Mini map.

He gestures to the door with his eyes, exits the Adventurer’s Guild, and heads to the place Galtarang told him about, asking Hye-rin.

“What the heck is this mini map?”

“It’s just a map that you can see in real time, but it shows a lot of information. Like the location of the inn, or where the enemy is… … .”

As I listened to Hye-rin explain the warrior’s slang, I became curious.

“How did you come to the Gerard Continent?”

“I don’t know. I got tired of single player so I went to an open server and in the blink of an eye, it was here.”

Singleplayer. Open server.

I laugh out loud at the unfamiliar term that comes up again.

“I thought I knew quite a bit by now, but it’s surprising how new things come out every time.”

“I’m more surprised that you have special privileges.”

As we walk along, having a pointless conversation, a shabby blacksmith shop without even a sign comes into view.

-Kang. Kang. Kang.

A clear metallic sound coming from inside.

As we headed into the shabby blacksmith shop, a muscular old man holding a hammer came into view.

“… … .”

An old man glances at me as I enter the blacksmith shop and starts striking red-hot iron.

The man speaks while pounding iron.

“It will cost 50 gold coins to repair that sword. It will take 4 days.”

At Blacksmith Dave’s words, he takes out the sword from his waistband.

“Is this what you mean?”

“It looks like you’ve just foolishly stabbed Mana in the head. It’s a sword that looks fine on the outside, but it wouldn’t be strange if it broke at any time.”

Dave only looked at me for about two seconds.

“If you don’t know, leave it to me.”

With just a quick glance, the blacksmith could see through the state of my sword, so I untied the black cloth without hesitation.

“It’s a broken red sword. I’ll take care of restoring it… .”

“I don’t take requests. Get out.”

Dave puts down his hammer and heads toward the door inside, seemingly unwilling to engage in conversation.

“… … I don’t know why, but I feel like you’re really angry?”

At Hye-rin’s words, Galtarang brings up the words he had told her.

“I heard you have a sick daughter. Maybe I can help you?”

“… … I definitely told you to get out?”

Was it a sensitive topic?

Dave frowns and holds out the wooden crowbar as he looks at him, holding the hammer in his hand as if threatening him.

“I am Allen, Walker’s agent. I will bring you the Raoul Poole to purify your daughter’s illness.”

“… … When you say Raoul Poole, are you talking about Walker’s Golden Pool?”

“Yes, that’s the golden grass. If you ask around, you’ll hear that it not only cured minor illnesses, but also Marie Walker’s scars disappeared overnight.”

“My daughter is at the level of a scapegoat… … .”

“If you let me examine the condition, I will make the cure you want. If you have any doubts, you can start working after the condition shows improvement.”

Dave, who was looking down at the red sword at my words, closes his eyes tightly.

“… … Follow me.”

Dave put down the hammer and opened the inner door.

Following her, I saw a woman who looked to be in her 40s, sleeping with a dark complexion.

“Please help my daughter get better even a little bit. … … Then I will restore the red sword.”

I walk past Dave, who has his arms crossed, and sit down in the chair next to the bed.

“…Shall we try using recovery magic?”

He shook his head at Hye-rin’s whisper and put his hand into his bosom.

‘I don’t know if it will work.’

What I took out was Croa’s dagger.

He places the dagger close to his daughter’s skin, wrapped in a cloth, so as not to be noticed as a dagger.

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

My daughter frowns even while sleeping.

As the dagger’s blade appears outside the sky, Dade quickly rushes towards it.

“What are you doing!”

Dave, who was trying to push me away from his daughter, opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The sight of my daughter’s complexion briefly returning.

Dave, whose eyes turned red at the sight, lowered his head and spoke.

“… … To restore the Red Sword, you need either the ‘Ring of Trust’ or the ‘Bracelet of the Saint’.”

“These are ingredients that aren’t in the recipe I obtained.”

“… … If you don’t want to believe it, you can go back. Other blacksmiths may not know, but I can’t restore the red sword without that relic.”

The Ring of the Trustee and the Bracelet of the Saint.

While I was struggling with a name I had never heard of, Hye-rin whispered in my ear.

“Both are epic items that strengthen the mind.”

Epic items cannot be used as restoration materials.

He turns his gaze to look at Dave’s daughter, whose complexion is now pale.

‘Are you asking me to save you for the purpose of treating your daughter?’

If your daughter’s treatment is the reason you need an epic item, then just remove that reason.

“I will cure your daughter perfectly.”

“……what?”

“Instead, start the red sword restoration work in advance until the treatment preparations are complete. If you waste my time, I will pretend that this never happened.”

If the truly epic item is restoration material, I can’t accept my suggestion to start working on it in advance.

“… … Don’t do that.”

But Dave nods and accepts the request, perhaps because the purpose was to treat his daughter.

“… … When can my daughter’s healing begin?”

“I will call a professional healer within two days. If I am lucky, I will come to you right away. If not, I will assess the condition and come to you after making a cure.”

Dave sighs slightly at my words and says,

“… … I hope it’s a skilled priest this time.”

The priest who healed Dave’s daughter was not a man of ordinary power.

Croa with the power of a saint.

If you bring him to the vicinity of the Red Tide by carriage and use teleportation, the risk of Croa’s power being exposed will be reduced.

“I’ll come back with a healer next time.”

“… Okay, please.”

I leave the blacksmith shop, leaving Dave behind, who follows me to the door with a worried look on his face.

Hyelin glances at my face and says.

“Are you trying to call your little brother?”

“You know like a ghost.”

“As we spend more time together, well. Now I can tell just by looking at your expression.”

A friend and comrade who knows my secrets and has been with me through life and death.

A rough footsteps were heard as Hye-rin playfully laughed and bumped her arms together.

-Knock, knock, knock.

Perhaps because it is on the outskirts of a city with few people, the sound of footsteps is unusually loud.

I stopped walking and looked back, and a familiar face came into view.

“Isn’t that the son of Geumseong?”

Lucas Vermouth, son of the Black Sword.

He was entering Dave’s forge with members of the Cheon Seong Geum Guild.

“I’ll have to check. Try using some vision enhancement magic and eavesdropping magic.”

“If I want to use eavesdropping magic here, I have to release the spell I put on Galtarang and Grandpa.”

Why did Cheon Seong Geum stop by this blacksmith shop?

I feel uneasy because I can’t guess.

“It’s okay if you let go of Galtarang. Quickly cast the spell.”

Raise your sight and examine the roof.

A two-story building located across from the blacksmith shop.

As I jumped up the railing and took a seat on the roof overlooking the blacksmith shop, Hye-rin muttered as she looked at me.

“Oculus, Lego.”

A view that changes in an instant.

I examined the Heavenly Sword inside the forge with eavesdropping magic and enhanced vision magic.

“… … How about this?”

“Didn’t I tell you not to mention your daughter? Get out now.”

“It’s so frustrating that you don’t even listen to me properly and treat me coldly. I even brought you some medicine that seems like it might help.”

As Lucas nods, the man places a fist-sized bundle down in the corner of the forge.

A bundle full of white flowers.

“This isn’t the first or second time I’ve received this kind of medicine,” Dave says, calming down his excitement.

“So, this time you want me to fix your equipment instead of the other blacksmiths?”

“No, this time it’s something different. I’d like you to make me a sword.”

Lucas takes a red sphere out of his bosom.

“Do you know what this is?”

What Lucas held out to Dave was something I knew.

A red metal that still seems alive and its heart never stops beating.

It was the red metal that I had brought back to Mason at his request after cutting down the metal worm.

‘… …Why does Lucas have red metal?’

duress.

Or maybe he offered Mason enough money to temper the blacksmith’s ambitions?

Dave turns his head to see the changed Red Metal.

“Let me go. As I said before, I have no intention of making a red sword.”

“Yes, that’s right. That’s always been the case. But I guess I might change my mind the next time I visit.”

“That won’t happen.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions. Let’s talk later. See you later.”

When he saw Cheon Seong-geom coming out of the blacksmith shop, he quickly jumped down from the rooftop.

Lucas, who came out of the blacksmith shop, looks at me next to Hye-rin and gives me an artificial smile.

“I see Walker’s agent here again.”

Lucas immediately turns around and walks away, as if he wasn’t expecting an answer.

‘If I accept that request, will there be two red and black ones?’

Lucas wants the red sword that cut down the black sword.

I felt I had to investigate his background as the son of a blacksmith.