The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 54



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The soldier shouted save (54)

Why does the son of the Black Knight have red metal?

After seeing Lucas, who had requested the creation of the red sword, I headed to Mason, the owner of the red metal.

Red Hands Guild.

As soon as you enter the building with the red hammer as a sign, the first thing you see is a blacksmith sitting on the floor.

“Hahaha! Who is this? Press the Heavenly Sword! Isn’t this the blue flash that made my request successful?”

Mason gulps down the entire bottle with a flushed face.

I asked Mason, who had become unconscious, about the whereabouts of Red Metal.

“Why does the son of the Black Star have the red metal I brought him?”

“… … Haha, well, that’s what happened.”

“Speak straight. Didn’t you say that you would make a red sword to show the status of a blacksmith?”

At my words, Mason frowns and tosses the bottle of alcohol he was holding aside.

-Chaenggrang.

A shattered bottle of liquor in the corner of the guild.

Mason asks the question with a hollow laugh.

“Do you think that making a red sword is your only honor?”

“Even if that’s the case in the end, it will be an opportunity to press the heavenly point and raise the prestige of the blacksmith.”

“Yeah, I thought the same thing. But… I don’t think the other blacksmiths would accept it.”

Mason uncorks a new bottle of liquor and gulps it down as he explains the whole story.

The Cheon Seong-geom’s control of the market with the capital of the Vermouth family.

When the blacksmiths were unable to buy metal, the son of the blacksmith is said to have declared in the name of Mason.

“He said he would control the metal until he sold it to me. Isn’t that too much? To take the metal away from us, who are proud of swinging a hammer?”

Mason looks up at the ceiling and sobs.

“We just have to hold out until the Red Sword is completed, but it will definitely change once it’s completed… The blacksmiths who fought together in spite of any adverse conditions are now disintegrating like this because they believed a false rumor that I was trying to take all the glory for myself. It’s just laughable.”

Mason gulps down half of his remaining drink in one go, smiling with a playful expression on his face.

“There is no future for stupid blacksmiths like us. Unless the Cheonhwajeom goes bankrupt overnight. That’s why I sold it off to make a quick buck! Hahahahahahaha!”

Mason, who was holding his belly and laughing heartily, fell backwards and fell asleep.

A pitiful sight of him sleeping while hugging a bottle of alcohol.

I sighed slightly at that sight and left the guild.

“It was just that the son of the Black Sword coveted the Red Sword.”

“Why?”

“…Because it’s a good sword?”

After returning to the inn with a heavy heart, I went outside to check on Cheon Seong-geom’s movements.

However, there was no suspicious movement at all.

‘As long as there are no problems with the restoration, there is no reason to care whether Lucas creates the red sword or not.’

I erase all thoughts of Lucas from my mind and put the back of my hand to my mouth.

Party ring.

Send your voice to Marie through the microphone privilege.

“Marie, are you sleeping?”

Marie Walker puts up an ‘away’ sign to indicate that she has been up late.

“I wish you could bring Croa to the Red Tide. There is someone I want to heal.”

When I say ‘Away from seat’ the sign disappears for a few seconds and then reappears.

It means to agree.

“Thank you. I will repay you when I get back.”

After a one-sided conversation with Marie Walker, I belatedly go to bed.

Deep sleep.

“… Mr. and Mrs..”

When I saw Hye-rin coming into my room, I got up from my bed and looked outside to see that the sun was up.

“Galtarang and Grandpa have come to see me.”

The greatest minstrel on the continent, who came from the morning breeze.

“I’ll be out soon.”

After washing my face and heading to the first floor of the inn, someone greets me by raising a glass.

“Have you safely entrusted me with the red sword?”

You can see Galtarang smiling and Hyelin eating meat porridge next to him.

He orders the same dish from the waiter and sits down on his chair, saying:

“I took on the task on the condition that he cure the blacksmith’s daughter.”

“… … That’s unexpected. I brought this knowing you would ask for the Truster’s Ring or the Saint’s Bracelet as a condition.”

The parchment that Galtarang held out had a picture of a small ring that could fit on a little finger and the phrase ‘The Breeze of Dark Clouds’ written on it.

“What is this?”

“This is an auction house brochure. It said that ‘The Ring of Trust’ was up for sale, so I grabbed it and brought it.”

I looked closely at the flyer that Galtarang had handed out, and found that important information was missing.

“The location of the auction house isn’t written down.”

“There’s no need to write anything down. Both epic items are relics, so they can’t be sold in the regular auction house.”

Galtarangi speaks, tapping the words written on the parchment with his hand.

“If you go to the Vagabond’s Village and tell them the first password written there, they will guide you to the auction house.”

“If it’s the first time, is there a second time?”

“Well? I’m not sure about that.”

If you need a relic to complete the red sword, you may want to consider purchasing it.

While I was looking at the parchment and thinking, Galtarang added some more comments.

“Since the Freya religion is secretly selling relics, the price will be quite high. Probably at least 50,000 gold coins?”

“…Is the Saint’s Bracelet also a similar price?”

“Oh, I don’t think I can get that one. It looks like it was sold about two years ago.”

Little by little, intentions began to show in Galtarang’s actions.

“Why are you trying to put a red sword in my hand?”

At those words, Galtarang looks up and thinks about something, then raises the corners of his mouth and says.

“Because the strong survive long.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“Give Blue Flash a Red Sword, why don’t you give me the reason why you want to make my first song, ‘The Red Sword That Cut the Stars’, popular again?”

“If you try to hide your intentions like that, I have no choice but to keep asking.”

I asked questions incessantly while eating meat porridge, and Galtarang answered every single one of my questions without fail while gulping down his alcohol.

“What a coincidence, what a coincidence! What does a storyteller know?”

The long conversation with Galtarang seemed meaningless.

Because all the answers were not nutritious.

“I really enjoyed today! Do you often get together like this and be my drinking partner?”

“… … Get out.”

“Hahahaha! I’ll come back tomorrow!”

As Galtarang staggers out of the inn after drinking two bottles of alcohol since morning, he quickly returns to his room.

‘What did Galtarang say?’

Could it be that he was trying to convey his intention by pretending to be drunk?

While I was copying down what he said on parchment, Hye-rin came into my room and shook her head.

“Wow, this doesn’t seem right.”

“He’s more sensitive and smart than I thought. Is there some hidden meaning…?”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Call me when you’re done. I’ll just sleep a little longer.”

The result of writing down Galtarang’s drunkenness on parchment for more than half a day.

I found out something surprising.

“… … That’s just nonsense.”

The story of Galtarang’s life, where he lived in pursuit of honor and took pleasure in spreading the song ‘The Red Sword that Cut the Stars’.

“ha.”

Realizing that it was just a common drunken stupor, I opened the window and let in some fresh air.

“… …Is it the smell of iron?”

A pungent odor that can easily be confused with the smell of iron.

As I was concentrating my sense of smell to see if it was the smell I would expect to find on a battlefield, a strange person caught my eye.

“Ugh, euaaaaaaah!”

A man running, getting up on all fours after falling down in a hurry.

-Whoosh!

A red trail is drawn behind him.

-Kooooong bang!

The building split in half, revealing someone.

“… … .”

From head to toe.

A red swordsman armed with red armor.

“What, what is this… … .”

As the red inspector rushed in without warning and beheaded the civilian, the bodies of those passing by froze.

“Gyaaaaaaah!”

“Run away!”

The man in red armor slowly moves his eyes behind his helmet.

His target is people who run away.

-Whoosh!

He swings his sword, cutting people’s bodies in half, and a red trail follows behind him.

‘… … It’s a red sword, right?’

What was clearly in the inspector’s right hand was a red sword.

A red sword that is intact, neither broken nor made of red metal.

I stretch my legs out the window to get a feel for the situation.

-widely.

As I kick off the railing and jump down, the red inspector stops his slaughter and turns his head towards me.

“… … .”

What are you trying to do?

A figure slowly raising a sword from a distance.

As red mana condensed from the bastard’s sword, the hair on his body began to stand on end.

‘… You’re saying it’s gum?’

Quickly throw your body to the side.

-Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeing!

A red blade slashes past me, slicing through the ground and shooting forward.

“Ugh, euaaaah… .”

People who were unable to dodge in time and were caught in the red aura and were cut down without any strength.

‘… … I got the wrong number.’

It was a higher level than me.

If you want to fight that red swordsman, you need a swordsman better than the son of the swordsman.

‘I have no intention of letting you go.’

Ready to rush at me with his sword raised at any moment.

As I kept my distance and focused on the bastard’s movements, I heard a powerful voice.

“Ignis Columna!”

A flashing pattern appeared under the bastard’s feet.

A pillar of fire rises above the pattern.

-Whoooooooooooooooooo!

The sight of a guy completely engulfed in flames.

-Swish swish swish!

But as soon as the bastard draws a red trail within the pillar of fire, the magic scatters and disappears.

“I don’t care if I get hit, just fire magic!”

“all right!”

Wouldn’t it be possible to bridge the gap with Hye-rin’s support?

I raise my sword and run to close the distance with him.

-Whoosh!

A diagonal slash at the one who opposes my actions.

‘It’s so awkward.’

When I actually got it, it was different from what I expected.

A sloppy swordsmanship that looks like a warrior’s swordsmanship.

Dodge the red trail to the side and stab the bastard in the face with your sword.

-Ting!

The sword bounced off the red helmet in vain.

‘then!’

Just twist your wrist and push the mana into the sword.

A blue sword that cuts down a metal worm.

When I tried to cut off the bastard’s head with that sword.

Something unexpected happened.

-Chaenggrang.

A sword shattered into pieces, with only the handle remaining.

My sword could not withstand the mana and broke.

‘…Fuck.’

What can you do with a sword with only the handle left?

When the bastard tries to pierce my exposed chin.

The vision was dyed red.

“Ignis Prokella!”

A firestorm appeared between me and him.

I was engulfed in flames, but thanks to the Red Dragon’s Ring, I only felt a little hot.

‘But, how did this guy… … .’

It wasn’t that the firestorm was ineffective.

The skin of the guy visible inside the helmet was burning black.

“… … .”

A man who raises his sword without any hesitation even though his body is burning.

He shouts, extending his right hand towards the face of the man who is trying to cut down the storm.

“Ignis!”

The red dragon’s flames devouring its head.

It wasn’t just a burn to the skin.

I clearly turned the bastard’s head into ashes along with his helmet… .

‘… …Your head is completely burned, so how are you still alive?’

“mister!”

In response to Hye-rin’s words, he instinctively twists his body.

-Boom!

A red sword pierces through my waist.

Seeing the headless red inspector swinging his sword reminds me of something.

‘… …Undead?’

As soon as I thought that he was an unclean being, I quickly put my hand into my bosom.

Croa’s dagger in hand.

Throw a dagger imbued with the saint’s divine power at the bastard.

-Ting!

It was different from what I expected.

Croa’s dagger bounces off the armor without any reaction.

‘Fuck.’

His side was pierced and he had no weapon to fight with.

The only option is to get away from him.

I turn my back and kick the ground, but the headless guy persistently follows me.

“Ignis! Ignis! Ignis!”

Hye-rin, her face turning white from mana exhaustion, fires flames.

But even as the hot flames engulfed its body, it did not stop its steps.

“Gasp, gasp… Ignis!”

The only time he reacted was when a errantly aimed flame split the air.

The guy stopped chasing me and started acting strangely.

-widely!

The sight of someone giving up the chase and jumping into the flames.

-Whoosh!

The guy who cut the flames, looking somewhat desperate, turns his gaze towards Hye-rin and speaks.

“…kill.”

I doubt my eyes when I suddenly hear a strange voice.

The head of the bastard who had been reduced to ashes was regenerated along with the helmet.

‘… is coming.’

Is there a way to win against the Red Inspector?

I was gathering mana in my legs in preparation for the bastard charging at me, but he turned his body in the wrong direction.

“… … .”

The guy’s gaze was fixed on Hye-rin.

The guy who had condensed mana throughout his body quickly closed the distance towards Hye-rin, and Hye-rin’s body began to tremble.

“Mi, Migrati… .”

Blue particles surrounding Hye-rin’s body.

But the teleportation magic couldn’t move Hye-rin.

“Uh, uh-uh… .”

Mana exhaustion.

When I saw Hye-rin retching with a pale face, I stuck my elbow out like a spear.

-Bang!

I gathered mana in my elbow and struck the bastard’s head, but it was not a proper attack.

‘If you don’t have a weapon that can stand up to the red sword, you are no match for it.’

Even the head inside the helmet appears to have been perfectly regenerated.

The eyes of the guy moving towards me.

As he swings his red sword, a red trail cuts through my body.

The view went dark.

* * *

A view that is slowly returning.

I look around, feeling that life has returned to me through death.

“… Grandpa Galta? Does that grandpa know about Save too?”

Hye-rin expresses her doubts in the hotel room.

I take my eyes off Hye-rin and look at the message that appeared before my eyes.

-Loaded from last save. [Confirm]

―Hint: If the battle is difficult, invest in a good weapon. [Check]

Two messages similar to usual.

But the very first message that appeared was something I couldn’t understand.

– Died from Dave’s attack. [Confirmed]

A red swordsman wielding a sword with his head on fire.

‘… … Blacksmith Dave is the Red Inspector?’

I couldn’t believe his true identity.