The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 63



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The soldier shouted save (63)

What does it mean to share the items from the Coinum auction house with the homeless?

If you think about it carefully, there is only one thing they are planning.

‘I’m thinking of raiding the Coinum auction house.’

It was foolish to enter an auction house that was about to be raided as a ‘guest’.

If the Mesquerid auction house raid was successful, the items I was looking to buy could disappear forever.

It would be better to watch from the inside.

“If you want to take the test, line up straight!”

I resumed my halting steps and stood in line with the vagrants.

“We will begin the first test right away. There is only one criterion for passing! Any story is fine. If you tell a story that our Masquerid Guild doesn’t know, you will pass.”

At its peak, it was the best information guild on the continent.

It wouldn’t be easy to bring up a story that such a masked person wouldn’t know.

“Start telling the story.”

In the quiet atmosphere, an old tramp takes out his own information.

“There must be someone trapped in the basement of the Sunlight Lord’s Mansion….”

“What is the basis of that information?”

“… … I used to prepare extra meals every day, and I saw them carry the food down to the basement.”

It was quite an interesting story, but the chief passed the old tramp by, his long silver hair fluttering as if it was not interesting.

“It’s elimination.”

The examiner next to the head announces that the man has been eliminated.

As the man leaves the guild with a regretful face, the vagabonds become agitated and swayed.

“… … Damn, I thought the inspiration for Sunlight Mansion would definitely come true.”

“If that information doesn’t work, what should I talk about?”

These vagabonds seemed to be focused on ‘information that the Masquerids might not know’, but I thought differently.

‘It wasn’t a problem with the information, it was a problem with the way it was said.’

Information loses its power as more people know about it.

It might have been valuable information when the old bum knew it alone, but the moment he told it to the bums, it lost its value.

‘Because it seemed like he didn’t know anything other than that information.’

The vagabond standing in front of the chief reveals information with an anxious look on his face.

“You are also eliminated.”

A story about the petty absurdities of a prosthetic factory.

As the declaration of elimination continued, the leader of the Mesquerids, who had never stayed in front of a vagrant for more than three seconds, began to stay in front of him for quite a long time.

“… … I don’t know for sure, but the palace is obsessed with the saintess to a point of obsession.”

“What is the basis of that information?”

The man folded his arms and declared at the examiner’s words.

“I’ll tell you the rest once you become a member of the Mesquerid guild.”

At those words, the cheekbones of the chieftain, whose face was hidden behind the white tiger mask, rose slightly, and the examiner next to him reported to the vagabond.

“You passed. Go inside the guild.”

A man enters the building with a small sigh.

The man straightens his clothes as if it were a habit.

‘Looking at the way she meticulously tidies up everything from her neck to her shoulder line, it seems she puts a lot of thought into her sophisticated attire.’

Although he was currently dressed in shabby clothes, he seemed to have been staying at the palace.

‘A village of vagabonds. Is this a perfect shady place that the eyes of the palace cannot reach?’

Those who have committed a grave crime against the nobles or have been unjustly expelled.

As I was looking around to see if the many homeless people, who looked surprisingly different from their black-stained appearances, had passed or failed, someone stopped walking in front of me.

“Tell me something that our Masquerid Guild might not know.”

In the end, wasn’t what Mesquerid wanted not the information he knew, but the power to find out the information?

I opened my closed mouth as I looked up and down at the figure of the ‘chief’ with his slender figure.

“You can use both your right and left hands. Judging by your underdeveloped arm muscles, the weapon you use may not be a light dagger or a sword.”

The masked examiner’s expression distorted at my words.

“It’s not nonsense, it’s information… … .”

When the examiner shows discomfort and tries to warn you in a threatening manner.

A clear voice was heard from behind the white tiger mask.

“That’s an interesting idea. Keep going.”

The voice of the chief I’m hearing for the first time.

Looking at the red eyes looking up at me from behind the white tiger mask, I continue what I was about to say.

“If you are the leader of the Mesquerids, you must have the power to match. However, looking at your muscleless body, you probably don’t have the main power to stick a blade. In that case, you must be using poison or magic. Or, perhaps, divine power as your main power?”

There is talk that the head of the Information Guild may be a wizard or a priest.

The chief taps his white tiger mask with his hand as if he is pondering what I say, and lets out a laugh.

“You passed.”

With those words, the chieftain, as if his business was over, stood in front of the next vagabond, his long silver hair fluttering.

“Tell me something that Masquerid might not know.”

The chief, who shut his mouth again and conveyed his voice through his subordinates.

Leaving the leader behind, we head into the guild building where the successful candidates had gone.

“Wait in this room.”

A dark and gloomy cell.

The man sits on the chair he has guided and assesses the situation.

‘I wonder if I really passed.’

The information of the leader, who was holding back his voice and covering his face with a mask, was revealed in a public place.

Before I could show my abilities, there was a situation where I might be seen as a thorn in their side.

‘It would be good to be prepared.’

After waiting for over 30 minutes, checking the dagger in my bosom so that I could start my next life at any time, a familiar woman in a white tiger mask entered the room alone.

“This is the second test. Tell me something that I, the leader of the Masquerids, wouldn’t know.”

Is there a second test for everyone? Or is it just to test me?

The leader sits across from me with his legs crossed, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

‘It’s a story I wouldn’t know… .’

There was a lot of information that Masquerid didn’t know, but the moment I revealed it, it would all be harmful to me.

‘I guess I’ll just have to show my ability this time too.’

In that case, all that’s left to do is to arouse the interest of the Mesquerids with information they already know.

I looked down at the leader and revealed my true feelings.

“The idea of ​​raiding the Coinum auction house is either bait or a lie.”

“Why do you think so?”

“I heard that the Sunlight cleaners are mixed up with the vagrants. You must know that. And yet you talk about the raid on the Coinum auction house in a public place. I can only assume that the auction house is a trick, or a decoy.”

-Thump, thump.

The chieftain who habitually bangs his white tiger mask on me whenever I say something.

After finishing her thoughts, she leaned forward, leaned back against the back of the chair, and let out a laugh behind her mask.

“What you’ve said so far isn’t information. It’s all inference.”

“But, I think it pretty much matches the truth?”

At those words, the leader uncrossed his legs and sat up from his chair.

“You saw my muscles earlier and deduced that I would use poison, magic, or divine power, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wrong. The reason my arms are weak is because I’ve never had to use force to wield a sword in my life.”

The chieftain, with his hand in his bosom, twirls the dagger and aims the tip at me.

-Whaaaaah!

A purple sword sheath that surrounds the sword.

It was great.

I don’t know how good his dagger skills are, but judging by the mana emanating from the sword, it was comparable to Lucas holding the red sword.

‘Any sword would be cut down before it could even properly meet…’

As I realized what it meant that I didn’t have to swing my sword with all my might, the chief’s clear voice rang out.

“Inferences are made only in the head. To become information and come out of the mouth, they have to be perfect.”

The chief puts the dagger away and announces the results.

“You failed, you vagrant. Was that a shame?”

As the leader leaves the room with those words, a masked man approaches me.

“The test is over. Get out, tramp.”

As I followed the instructions and left the guild, the area in front of the building was quiet, as if all the vagabonds who had come to take the exam had dispersed.

‘If there is no next life, it would be better to reveal some information.’

There were many things to try in the ‘next life’.

Or pretend to know about the purple sword of the chieftain that I saw earlier.

Otherwise, I decided that I could just unravel the backstory of Red Hare.

Anyway, the organized Mesquerid Guild will probably already know.

‘Let’s start over here.’

He draws his sword and holds it in his hand in an alleyway where the eyes of the homeless cannot reach it.

A sword held in reverse to aim at the chin.

At that moment, the noise felt from outside the alley suddenly disappeared.

‘… … The sound has completely disappeared.’

It is impossible for an ordinary vagabond to avoid my sight and completely disappear.

‘You must have thought you were caught when you saw the sword in my hand.’

What I’m holding in my hand is the sword I took out to commit suicide.

I put the sword back and continued walking deep into the alley.

‘I have no intention of giving up stalking.’

I couldn’t pinpoint the location, but I could feel someone following me.

I don’t know what he wanted to gain by following me, but he had no intention of following me.

-Whew!

Turn around and draw your sword.

A blow swung with condensed mana.

The blue trail stretches out wide and digs into the shabby building.

-Kkuruk.

Abandoned buildings collapsing with smoky dust.

As the dust that had been obscuring my vision slowly cleared, I saw a masked man lying on the ground.

“I’m sorry if you were chasing me because you thought I was just a vagabond.”

“Ugh, ugh… .”

Did he never dream that his stalking would be discovered?

He approaches the man who has fallen after being hit by a collapsed building and swings his sword without hesitation.

-Ting!

The Azure Dragon Sword bounced off with the purple light.

I said, looking at the white tiger mask standing there protecting the man.

“May I ask what the trick is, Chief?”

At those words, the leader of the Mesquerids shrugs his shoulders and puts the dagger into his bosom.

“I came to tell you that I passed the second exam.”

“Second test?”

“Yeah, it was perfect, from noticing the stalking to subduing it.”

Was it part of the test to notify that I had failed and follow them?

He says this with a laugh at the leader’s words.

“That’s funny.”

He stretches a sword filled with condensed mana over the leader’s head.

A blue trajectory that points towards the sky and descends.

As the blue swordsmanship like a shower of rain falls on the chief, she draws out two daggers and speaks.

“It’s not easy to look after a child.”

The chieftain swings a dagger with a purple blade in both hands.

-Ting ting ting ting ting ting ting!

A dagger that deflects all sword strikes like a shower.

But soon, as if he was exhausted, the chief avoided striking his sword and stepped back, reaching for his thigh bag.

“Hoo!”

The chief vigorously spreads the powder on his hand.

White powder began to cover my eyes.

‘…Is it pollen from the sea?’

The feeling of being numb or slowly becoming dull.

He stretches out his right hand as he sees pollen from the seaweed, which has a strong anesthetic effect, spreading before his eyes.

“Igni… … .”

A ring of red dragons aimed at the front.

-Wheww!

But before the starter could be called, a sudden strong wind blew the pollen into the air.

“I’ll say it again, it’s all part of the test. But still, do you plan on seeing it through to the end?”

The thing in the leader’s hand is a parchment with a spell written on it.

‘Did you get rid of the pollen yourself?’

She puts away her sword after confirming that the magic parchment is already torn at her feet.

“I like the fact that the leader of the Masked Riders is strong. You pass, I will accept you as a guild member.”

“… … Haa, I can’t tell how much is sincerity and how much is acting.”

I ask a question as I watch the chief shake his head and send back the fallen subordinate.

“Why did you test me like this?”

“Even if you don’t fit the role of an informant, if you have outstanding talent, you’ll pass.”

“Then why didn’t you just try it right there on the spot?”

At those words, the chief laughed and began to walk away, carrying his luggage on his back.

“The fewer people who know that you passed, the better. We needed a new guild member whose identity was unknown even within the Mesquerid.”

What does it mean?

As he chewed on the words and tried to figure out their meaning, the chief began to gesture toward the outside of the alley.

“Okay, come out here.”

At the leader’s gesture, a timid woman approaches with a stiff face.

“…Shall we begin?”

When a woman who looked to be in her early 20s asked timidly, the chief turned to me and said.

“I will change your appearance so that your face is not revealed.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told you, we need a new guild member whose identity is unknown even within the Mesquerid. Do you agree, Jerdin Felice?”

Jardin Felice.

The chief called me by the alias I had revealed in the vagabond village, but it was hard to believe him outright, as he really didn’t know my true identity.

I don’t know if it’s true or not that Masquerid’s information power is not what it used to be.

“If you mean to disguise me, I will accept it.”

“Okay, then. I got your consent, so I’ll do it.”

The woman nodded at those words and looked up at me with a very frightened face.

“… If you see something in front of you, just say you agree.”

“agreement?”

“…You’ll know when you see it.”

The woman watches me closely and carefully touches my arm.

[Oh Seo-young uses the ‘Appearance Change Ticket’.]

[Do you agree?]

A woman in her 20s with black eyes.

It was a sure thing.

There was a person from another world using a special ability right in front of my eyes.