A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 184



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Episode 184. Make Sherwood Great Again

Dust rose in clumps.

After a while, Boris was left speechless at the sight before his eyes.

The impact gauge, or punch machine, was gone and the wall was wide open.

In an instant, the cost of repairs was calculated in his head.

“… … This is bullshit.”

Ashvan muttered, relaxing his posture.

“This is Moonlight Punch.”

Boris looked at him.

Red, twinkling eyes were watching him.

“Do you know about Moonlight Punch?”

Boris didn’t have much to say.

“… … You crazy bastard.”

Ashvan said in a proud voice.

“Let’s check the score.”

Boris looked at Ashvan once, then at the broken wall.

Ashvan said calmly.

“What’s wrong? Is this your first time seeing Moonlight Punch?”

“… … Where do you see something like that?”

“Anyway. Let’s check it out.”

Boris moved towards the breached wall without saying a word.

The punch machine, which had been moved to the backyard, fell backwards, unable to overcome the shock.

Boris walked over and checked the score.

To be honest, he was curious too.

When he checked the score, he couldn’t help but be shocked.

“… … 931 points?”

It was a figure that was more than 1.5 times higher than the 600 points commonly referred to as the first cut-off line for platinum grade.

Ashvan, who followed, muttered.

“… … Kabi.”

“Kabi? Are you crazy?”

Boris came to his senses and wrote down the scores in a file.

“How is this possible? You have this kind of power with 0 mana? Where did you learn black magic? Where on earth did this power come from?”

Boris mutters and fills out a file.

Ashvan, who had been staring at him blankly, carefully tapped his shoulder.

“why?”

When Boris turned around, Ashvan grinned and said,

“What are you doing?”

“?”

“Carry me.”

“… … .”

* * *

“Fuck. Do we really have to do it this way?”

“You said it, so you have to keep it. How can a man say two things with one mouth? He’ll be like this even when he’s eating.”

“Fuck. I got caught by a crazy guy.”

Is it a rare sight to see a rather small-looking man walking while carrying a man much larger than himself?

People passed by, glancing at us.

“Anyway, did you pass the first round?”

“… … Okay. It passes.”

“Then when can we see the second one?”

“I don’t know, you punk. Is that something I can control?”

There are two stages to the promotion test.

Actually, the second test is the actual test.

The first stage is to check the minimum qualifications to take the second stage.

I said, patting the unfriendly receptionist on the head.

“Hey, I demand a proper explanation of the second test, you bastard.”

“Fuck. Fuck.”

The human butcher Boris kindly explained the second test to me while talking nonsense.

The second test was simple.

Hunting a B-class demon under the supervision of a test tube.

Maia was also the most reliable and proven method, especially since hunting demons was the main job of mercenaries.

Naturally, to take the second test, two items were needed: a B-class magic wand and an examiner.

“I’ll tell you when a B-class demon appears. Just know that for now.”

“Then what about the test tube?”

Boris sighed deeply.

“That’s the problem. He needs to be a gold-rank mercenary with at least 5 years of experience. How can I find someone like that?”

“Hmm… …Turn left here.”

“I know, you punk.”

“Huh? The servant is rebelling?”

“… … .”

I returned to the front of Sherwood’s hideout, my body resting on Boris’s back.

Although there were still some bloodstains left, the corpses on the street had already been cleared away.

“Oh, sir. The smell of blood is vibrating.”

Boris grumbled.

I gave instructions while tapping the guy’s head.

“If you kill a person, how can you smell the flowers? Shut up and go back to your hideout, you slave.”

As we advanced toward the hideout on the back of a slave, everyone’s attention was focused on us.

The hideout was bustling with people.

How can I be this popular even though I haven’t even created a mercenary group yet?

Among them, my eyes met with Shushuruta, who was wiping the table with a rag.

She had black soot under her eyes, and with an expression of incomprehension, she blinked and looked back and forth between me and the slave.

In the end, the slave spoke rudely first.

“What are you looking at?”

Shushuruta looked at me.

“Who is it?”

“Daily slave.”

“… … ?”

“He was just a carefree guy sleeping at the mercenary guild reception desk, but he lost a bet and was reduced to a daily slave. And I won the bet and ended up using him as a daily slave.”

I said, patting Boris on the head.

“Slave. Say hello to your Majesty.”

“Fuck. Fuck. How did I end up with a guy like this… … .”

Shushuruta looked at Boris blankly and said to me.

“Ashvan. The slave’s legs are shaking.”

“Oh, really? That’s good news to hear, slave. I’ll give you a choice.”

“What is it?”

“Help me clean, or carry me and help me clean. Take your pick.”

The slaves rebelled.

“You crazy idiot. I have to guard the reception desk! I don’t have time for this.”

“What the hell. The guy who was sleeping with his feet up on the reception desk. Isn’t he a little unconvincing?”

“Oh my… … .”

“Choose quickly. Either you clean up nicely, or I’ll ride on your back and give you orders.”

Boris said solemnly.

“… … I will choose the former.”

I got down from the guy’s back, snatched the rag Shushuruta was holding, and gave it to him.

He didn’t forget to include some encouraging words.

“If I see you acting like this, I will climb on your back and conquer the world.”

“Fuck. Fuck.”

Boris grumbled and started cleaning.

I watched the scene for a while and then said to Shushuruta.

“Why are there so many people?”

“I just said that because the bystanders offered to help clean up. I even offered them money, but they refused that.”

“……okay?”

I was proud, thinking that this was proof that the Sherwood Mercenaries had been doing well.

Shushuruta asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“So, did you make the mercenary group? Did you put my name in it?”

Now, I looked at the soot on the guy’s forehead and answered.

“No. I’m just taking the promotion test because I need to get to the gold rank first. I passed the first test easily, so I’ll have to take the second test and then make it or something.”

“ah…….”

Shushuruta’s shoulders dropped.

He looks slightly disappointed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll put your name first as soon as I make it.”

“Really?”

“Okay. It’s a man’s promise.”

Only then did Shushuruta regain his energy.

I looked around and asked.

“What about Miho?”

“Sleeping upstairs.”

“hmm.”

Well, that guy isn’t much help in cleaning.

“Let’s finish quickly and rest.”

I also rolled up my sleeves.

My job was more about throwing things away than sweeping and cleaning.

During that time, I threw out all the miscellaneous trash they had brought in, including furniture and bottles of alcohol, out the back door.

Time passed quickly, the sun set and dusk fell… … .

The cleaning is finished.

There were so many people who came to help that it was finished faster than expected.

Since he refused to give me money, I took him to Sven’s restaurant and gave him the money and ordered him to eat as much as he wanted.

Since ancient times, money has been said to be scattered like flower petals.

What good is all that money after you’re dead?

Especially since I had way more money than I needed, I had to spend it whenever I had the chance.

Of course, the legacy of Oposis is shared among his descendants, Hans, the Count of Stavanger, who was of great help to me, and the unlucky Black Prince.

Still, there is a lot of money that has fallen into my hands.

While I was there, I had a meal and a drink together and came back.

Because you can eat Uncle Sven’s pig’s feet over and over again without getting tired of it.

It turned out to be a good thing.

Until then, people seemed to have a hard time with me, avoiding eye contact and keeping their distance from me.

Because we ate and drank together, it felt like the distance between us had gotten a little closer.

Among them, there were a few who recognized me.

He said he didn’t recognize me because the atmosphere had changed, and asked what had happened after hearing the news that I had fallen from the foggy cliff, so he kindly told me his adventure story again.

After such a pleasant meal, we returned to the hideout.

Of course, while riding on Boris’s back.

I said, tapping the guy on the head.

“Slave. Let’s go to the backyard.”

“yeah.”

At this point, Boris seemed to have become liberated and followed orders obediently like a docile cow.

After we reached the backyard, which was filled with such a mess of trash, I got off Boris’s back and walked over to the trash heap, starting to do some squatting.

Blue flames rose from the palm of his hand.

“Black magic… … !”

It was Boris’s voice.

Boris seems to have decided to brand me a warlock.

“It’s not black magic, it’s martial arts.”

Shushuruta spoke smugly from the side, his arms folded.

At first I thought it was black magic.

I threw the blue flames on my palm into the trash heap.

Blue flames clung to the pile of garbage and began to burn fiercely.

Looking at the blue flames burning brightly… …I was lost in thought for a moment.

Sherwood Mercenaries.

Let’s start again.

I will raise you up with my own hands.

… … must become great.

So that no one can ignore you.

If someone were to ignore Shushuruta, who had become a member, it would be like losing sleep at night.

Is this the responsibility of the captain of a mercenary group?

I felt like I understood once again the captain’s thoughts as he created and operated the mercenary group.

Must become great.

Like Guston of the Great Sword.

Like the mercenary group he was in.

No, more than that.

I fingered the pitch-black bracelet on my wrist, my eyes filled with the blazing fire.

The eight swordsmanship is a later matter.

I couldn’t even give the captain a raw fish dish right away.

He creates a mercenary group and announces Sherwood’s revival.

To do that, you have to be very active.

To be on everyone’s lips.

According to Boris, Sherwood’s reputation has fallen considerably.

I pull it up.

To do that, I need to become famous too.

Like the other guys.

It would be great if you could form a mercenary group, complete quests, and become strong enough to challenge the Eight Swordsman.

I looked at the blazing flames and raised one hand.

“Make Sherwood Great Again!”

Shushuruta raised her hand and followed me.

“Make Sherwood Great Again!”

At that moment, a white cotton ball fell from the air onto my head with a soft, gentle sound.

“As expected, Ashvan, I never get bored when I’m with you.”

Miho woke up, smiled, and stretched out her front paws as if stretching.

“Make Sherwood Great Again.”

Our eyes were fixed on Boris, who was standing there blankly.

“Why me?”

A silent gaze pressed upon him.

Eventually Boris joined in.

“Make Sherwood Great Again!”

Although Cheonma did not shout along with the slogan, he agreed with the meaning with a low smile.

The new Sherwood Mercenary Group.

It’s the opening.

* * *

“Ashvan of the Half-Sword!”

I thought as I heard my nickname being called outside.

Nicknames are not something I can decide on.

[What is obvious.]

At some point, my nickname became Ashvan of the Half-Sword, not Ashvan of Sherwood.

It seems that the sight of the sword cut in half and glowing with aura was so impressive.

I should at least be thankful that my name was included.

“… … Nothing goes as planned.”

It’s been a few days since we defeated the fake guys and got our hideout back.

The streets and hideouts were cleared, but there was still no news about the second test.

First, you need to create a mercenary group before you can take on requests or do anything else.

No matter how many times a day I raided the mercenary guild, nothing changed.

We found a few traces of what we thought were Class B demons, but the real problem was the test tubes.

Gold-rank mercenaries were already rare to find, and this was the result of trying to find one with a guaranteed career.

Boris is said to be looking hard, but there is still no news.

Shushuruta also went out to find out and hasn’t come back yet.

“If it were like the old days, I would have found it right away.”

As I was licking my lips in regret, I heard the door swing open.

“Who is it?”

When I went down, I saw a guy with a black hood pulled over his head standing by the door, panting for breath.

Did you just come in somewhere because you needed to go to the bathroom?

I gave him the devastating news.

“This isn’t a bathroom.”

The guy who saw me stopped dead in his tracks and took off his hood.

The moment my eyes met with those golden eyes within, I couldn’t help but doubt my eyes.

“… … Schmidt?”

The guy laughed heartily.

The youngest member of the Sherwood Mercenaries has returned.

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