The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 65



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The soldier shouted save (65)

Information about Croix, which is filled with parchment.

Frown at the unknown situation.

‘Why did the Lord of Sunlight… Croa…?’

From Tallinn to Walker.

I scan the information that contains all of Croa’s activities, and then look at the title of the next parchment.

[The Whereabouts of the Saint Candidate]

Upon seeing the parchment with the explicit title, you realize the intentions of the Lord of Sunlight.

‘I wasn’t aiming for Croa.’

The Sunlight Lord’s target is the saint candidates on the Gerard Continent.

‘Are there any other saints in Sunlight besides Croa?’

While I was looking into the personal details of several candidates for the sainthood, including Croa, a commotion was heard outside.

“Who dares to impersonate the imperial palace? Get out of there immediately!”

As we look out of the stairs, we see Charlotte and her lord, Delwen Sunlight, being held captive by the knights.

‘You arrived sooner than I thought.’

As he calmly put the parchment with the saint’s information in his bosom despite the voice shouting at him, the lord shouted with a bright red face.

“You have no fear, pretending to be the imperial palace in my mansion! Why are you standing there blankly? Bring that rat bastard before me right now!”

“Yes, yes!”

The knights draw their swords and rush down to the underground at the lord’s kick.

At that sight, he let go of the sword handle he was holding.

‘It would be better not to show the Blue Dragon Sword.’

Even with my long, messy hair covering my face, my identity could be revealed if the Azure Dragon Sword and Drago’s coat were visible.

There is one way to shake them off without using a sword.

I reached out toward the pile of parchment.

“Ignis.”

As the starting word is shouted, the red dragon’s flames engulf the parchment.

-Whooooow!

The basement of the mansion is instantly engulfed in red flames.

The Sunlight Lord shouts with a bewildered face.

“Oh, no! Those are things that shouldn’t be burned! Quickly go downstairs and get the parchment!”

The knights started to come down the stairs at the lord’s kick, but soon stopped.

“Oh, my lord! The fire is too strong!”

The hot air soaring up the stairs.

“Ah, ah, ah… … .”

Did you think I was dead?

I look at Charlotte, who seems to have lost strength in her legs as she looks into the fire-filled basement, and I bend my legs slightly.

‘now.’

He leaps out of the flames and runs towards Charlotte.

“Wh, what?”

Thanks to the Red Dragon’s Ring, my body is free of burn marks even in hot flames.

“Whoa, whoa!”

I quickly picked Charlotte up and opened the window.

“Hold on tight.”

Smoke billowing out the window as if sucking it in.

“Lord, you can kill me! Bring me that bastard’s corpse!”

He glances at the shouting lord of Sunlight, then kicks the window frame and leaves the mansion.

“Are you okay?”

A small body that sags in my arms.

“Nose, cough, cough… .”

Charlotte trembles and coughs painfully, perhaps having suffered internal damage from inhaling the hot smoke.

‘I have to hurry.’

Head to the village of vagabonds through the secret passage you entered with Sunlight.

“Stop! Your identity… … .”

“It’s Zephel and Charlotte.”

Without stopping his running legs, he throws his identification cards at the masked men and enters the grounds of the Masquerid Guild.

“Looking at your appearance, it looks like you definitely caused a commotion?”

The appearance of the chief welcoming me as if he had been waiting for me.

The leader takes out a red potion from his thigh bag.

“Just hold on. You’ll feel better soon.”

The leader pours the red potion into Charlotte’s mouth.

Then Charlotte closes her eyes with a relaxed expression.

‘Are you asleep?’

He checks on Charlotte’s condition while handing her over to the masked woman who arrived late.

The hot smoke must have damaged her airway, but Charlotte’s breathing was already stable.

“Wasn’t that a wound that could be healed with just one potion?”

The chief shrugs his shoulders at my words.

“I thought so too, but it seems to have been less severe than I thought. Fortunately, there are no priests where the vagabonds live.”

At those words, he quietly holds the sword handle in his hand and speaks.

“I hope you realize that a proper explanation is needed.”

The chief, who was looking back and forth between my face and the hand holding the sword, let out a voice mixed with laughter.

“Follow me. Soon, you will know everything you ever wanted to know.”

I follow the leader and sit down at a familiar table.

The headman hums a tune and prepares the teapot himself.

After waiting for a while, the gaunt-looking new guild members began to gather one by one.

“Oh my, it’s hard, I really thought I was going to die… … What was your brother’s mission?”

When Hazel, with her cheek pressed against the table, asks weakly, the chief pats her on the head and says,

“You’ve worked hard. It must have been hard. Drink some tea first.”

As the leader pours tea into the new guild member’s cup, Hazel looks up and takes a sip.

-Gulp, gulp.

“Oh… I think I’ll survive.”

The new guild members, tired of the sight, also sip tea one by one.

“Okay, then. Shall we listen to the mission reports one by one? Goliol, you want to start first?”

Goliol, who put down his teacup with a tired face at the leader’s words, opens his mouth.

“… I broke into the house of a nobleman in charge of making prosthetic limbs. While he was distracted from the outside, I secretly searched the mansion, and found something interesting in the basement.”

-widely.

Goliol takes a lump of iron out of his bosom and places it on the table.

“Is that a prosthetic arm?”

A prosthetic hand with a large piece of flesh attached to it.

Goliol says, spreading the parchment on the table.

“… … As you can see from reading the documents there, this prosthetic hand is no ordinary assistive device.”

Goliol shows us the inside of his prosthetic hand, a massive tendon, and says:

“The name of this prosthetic is the Ogre Gauntlet. … They are testing it to connect the nerves of a monster to those of a human. This is the only prototype.”

That’s ridiculous.

Everyone was looking at him like that, but the chief, who had been patting the prosthetic hand, nodded and spoke with confidence.

“That’s right, it’s an application of the Warlocks’ chimera technology.”

As the leader raises his hand to signal, the masked woman takes the prosthetic hand somewhere.

“Good job, Goliol. Great work. Next up… Hazel, shall we?”

Hazel begins her mission report at the leader’s words.

“I overheard a nobleman talking to the merchant using the eavesdropping magic parchment, and it sounded like he was preparing some kind of bribe… .”

“bribe?”

“You said you would hand over 2,000 gold coins along with someone… I didn’t hear who you were handing over.”

The leader nods and asks.

“Did you find out who he was trying to bribe?”

“… the palace. Perhaps, he was trying to bribe the second princess.”

At Hazel’s words, the chief points his finger at the masked woman who was assigned the same mission as her.

“… … .”

Two people whispering.

As the conversation between the two ends, the leader turns his head to the next person.

“Next, shall we have Collie?”

One by one, new guild members reveal the other side of Sunlight.

It is said that the remaining missions, except for Hazel and Goliol, were close to failure, and only superficial information was obtained.

Moreover, it looks like some of them even had their tails stepped on.

But the leader seemed quite satisfied.

“Finally, Zephel. Is it your turn?”

A look that points at me and asks.

He says this with his arms crossed, expressing his discomfort.

“Before I tell you what I’ve found out, there’s something I need to make clear.”

“Really? Tell me.”

I ask with confidence in the leader’s words.

“Why did you ask us to find out information we already knew?”

The new guild members looked at the leader with bewildered faces at my words.

“… … .”

The chief, who had been silently silent, asked me a question with his chin rest resting on his hand as if he found it amusing.

“You already know this information? Why do you think so?”

“It’s simple. The plan was made with the assumption that the entire operation would be discovered.”

Ogre gauntlets that connect the nerves of monsters and humans.

How could the nobles not notice that the one and only prototype has disappeared?

“It goes for me as well as the other guild members who were sent to turn the lord’s mansion upside down.”

It wasn’t trivial information.

“If it was information you really wanted, you would have sent a veteran guild member so that you wouldn’t get caught even if you failed.”

The missions of the new guild members are all important information that could become Sunlight’s great weakness.

“If you fail once, their vigilance will be strengthened and it will be difficult to succeed a second time.”

The fact that the head of the Information Guild took the risk of never knowing such information means that it was information he already knew.

“That’s an interesting inference.”

The chief lifts the teapot and speaks.

“I admit it was an overwhelming task. But there was a reason for it, so let’s have a cup of tea, calm down, and talk. Okay?”

As the leader filled the empty teacups, the guild members who had been watching took a sip of the tea one by one.

“… … .”

A teacup set aside without drinking from it.

The chieftain, seeing this, smiles behind his white tiger mask.

“Everyone, are you curious as to why I gave you this mission?”

The leader places his hands on the table and raises himself up.

“The reason is simple. We needed an excuse to send new guild members to Sunlight.”

The chief says, putting his hand into his thigh bag.

“Thanks to you, I figured it out. I mean, who the traitor is hiding in our guild.”

The chief, who had made crescent moon eyes behind his mask, sprinkled the powder from his thigh bag into the air.

“Nose, cough, cough… … .”

Guild members coughing at the white powder scattered in the air.

“Wh, what are you… doing… .”

The bodies of new guild members, each covering their respiratory organs with their hands, fall to the floor one by one.

“Oinothera. It’s a flower that makes you fall asleep if you boil the roots and leaves in water and drink it over two days, then inhale its pollen. Isn’t it amazing?”

As the leader raises his hand, masked guild members appear and take the fallen new guild members somewhere.

“So, are all those people traitors?”

When Hazel, who is fine with me, says so, the chief shrugs and says.

“I disagree.”

“……yes?”

“I gave you sleeping poison that suited your constitution, so what does it mean that you’re fine?”

The chief takes out a dagger and speaks.

“It must mean that there is someone hidden there who is resistant to poison or has exceptional skills that can neutralize poison with mana.”

The chieftain twirls his dagger, aims the tip at Hazel, and speaks.

“For example, the janitors dispatched from Sunlight.”

As the chieftain waved the tip of his sword and urged for an answer, Hazel shouted with a bewildered face.

“No, it’s not me! I grew up in a place with a lot of poisonous plants, so it’s because of my constitution!”

“Really? Then, do you think that the reason Zephel, who is standing right next to you, is because of his constitution?”

The chief points at me with his eyes.

Hazel shouts at me at that sight.

“The spy sent by Sunlight was not me, but this person!”

“Words without reason are nothing more than inferences.”

“It’s not like I’m making a guess or anything!”

Hazel looks at my face and shouts.

“His real name is Allen Hower! He is the agent of Walker and the commander of the knights who made a deal with the Lord of Sunlight!”

His real name, not the tramp Zephel.

Hazel was pointing me out as the culprit.