A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 207
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Episode 207. A Needle in the Pocket
The headquarters of the mercenary guild located in the capital of the Kingdom of Maya.
A place where mercenaries seeking commissions, commissioners seeking to place commissions, and other people with different goals bustle about.
A series of news came crashing down on them like a storm.
“what?!”
Inside the guild headquarters, a man’s voice was heard booming.
It seemed like he was talking to someone using a magic ball, and his voice was unusually loud.
People were muttering.
“What’s going on?”
“well.”
The ears of people walking around the lobby on the first floor of the headquarters perked up at the sound of the man’s voice that could be heard outside.
Most people here know his voice, and the owner of that voice didn’t originally have a very loud voice when he spoke.
That must be shocking news.
“You defeated the A-class demon hydra? And you did it alone?”
As expected, the shocking news was true.
“You defeated Hydra by yourself?”
“Who the hell is it?”
The mercenaries who heard his voice began to whisper among themselves.
“Has Guston the Greatsword returned?”
“I don’t know. The Red Witch might have returned.”
“It’s obvious. Isn’t it something one of the Sherwoods caught?”
“Hasn’t Sherwood been disbanded for quite some time? Am I mistaken?”
“It’s just been dismantled, but it’s not like all the monsters have disappeared.”
“Hmm. There’s no way those arrogant knights would come forward.”
The mercenaries each offered their own guesses.
But there was more shocking news than that.
The mercenaries’ commotion was interrupted by the man’s voice.
“… … What? A new platinum grade is born?”
“… … !”
The mercenaries exchanged glances with their eyes as wide as lanterns.
“… … A new face?”
“A new face suddenly popping up here? At a time when the northern monster wave is just around the corner?”
“Was there anyone like that?”
“That’s right. I don’t think there was anyone who really stood out.”
“He might be from abroad.”
“How many years has it been since the platinum rating appeared?”
“It feels like at least three years have passed.”
“Wasn’t the disbelieving saint the last one?”
The once peaceful lobby of the guild headquarters soon became noisy as if a swarm of bees was buzzing.
That’s understandable, because the birth of a platinum grade is no small shock.
What is the platinum grade?
It is one level higher than the gold level, but the gap is incredibly wide.
If silver and gold grades were the difference between a puddle and a pond, then gold and platinum grades were the difference between a pond and a lake.
So then, who are the owners of the platinum medals?
They are beyond human realm.
A genius among geniuses.
Those who tear through human limitations with their small bodies and hunt monsters that should have been eaten in the first place.
Those who possess the terrifying power to twist providence with force.
The world calls those who became monsters in order to catch monsters heroes.
“Be quiet. It seems like someone is trying to tell you something.”
At those words, the noisy lobby suddenly became quiet.
And after a while.
… … Squeak.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a slightly dazed face came out, along with a cloud of cigarette smoke.
The man was smoking a thick cigar.
Everyone in the lobby’s eyes were all focused on him.
“Venter. A new platinum grade has been created?”
“Who is it? Is it someone we know?”
“Tell me. I’m sure you’ll be curious when you go back.”
The middle-aged man, known as Venter, took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaled the smoke, and blurted out a word.
“… … Sherwood.”
People blinked at the unexpected answer.
“Sherwood?”
“Doesn’t Sherwood already have platinum plates?”
The mercenaries exchanged glances and questioned each other.
Whether they are confused or not.
The man called Venter took a slow drag on his cigar, then muttered a name as the smoke rose.
“Ashvan Sherwood.”
“what?”
“Ashvan Sherwood, the new leader of the Sherwood Mercenaries, is the new owner of the Platinum Badge.”
A brief silence fell upon the room at Benter’s calm words.
The shock struck like a tidal wave and swept over the guild headquarters.
“What… … !”
“crazy!”
“Wasn’t that fake?”
“I’ve never heard that name before. He’s the successor to Guston?”
“Ashban Sherwood… …! I’ve heard of him! Was he the Ashban of the Half-Sword who’s been all the rage these days?”
“Wasn’t it just a rumor that the golden warrior and the spirit summoner of disaster had returned?”
The uproar spread like wildfire in all directions.
* * *
After returning to Milestone.
I was held captive by Boris for a while and had to do some paperwork.
I don’t even remember how many pages I wrote.
My head is spinning. I’m dizzy…
I don’t know what’s so complicated about this.
I just wanted to defeat the A-class demon.
Why does the owner of the platinum badge (Jin) have to write such a petty document?
If it weren’t for Boris, who pointed out exactly where to write and explained concisely what to write, I would have run away a long time ago, saying that I didn’t need the platinum medal or anything.
Cheonma has disappeared somewhere for a long time, perhaps because his interest has suddenly dropped.
Last time, I saw someone cutting down a tree to make a fishing rod. Was he leisurely fishing by the lake? Where were the fish to be caught?
“Here. Write it down.”
“… … .”
How does Boris manage to do this headache every day without going crazy?
A miracle happened, and Boris, the lazy, sweary, foul-tempered brat, seemed respectable.
Boris, who was busily flapping his papers, frowned and looked at me as if he felt my gaze.
“What are you looking at?”
I asked purely out of respect.
“How can you do this every day? I feel like I’m going crazy just from being held captive for a few hours.”
Suddenly I looked into Boris’ eyes.
This guy’s eyes weren’t normal either.
Why are there no normal people around me?
“No, have you already turned around? Have you already gone around so many times that you don’t feel the need to go around any more?”
Boris snorted.
“In my eyes, you mercenaries are more amazing.”
“What’s so strange about us?”
“How can it not be amazing when you beat up scary monsters that you would only see in your dreams while laughing? It’s truly amazing.”
“Hmm. That’s neat.”
“I’m normal and you guys are crazy. Who’s calling who crazy?”
“… … .”
Boris, who had been clicking his tongue, suddenly pointed his finger at me.
“Among them… you.”
“me?”
“You are the best among them. You are a needle in a pocket, really.”
I nodded solemnly.
“That’s how it should be. I’m the captain.”
“That crazy guy.”
Anyway, since it’s the best, I can’t help but praise it.
Boris handed over a piece of paper.
“Okay, this is the last one. Sign here.”
“Oh? Is it finally over?”
“Your work is done. I still have a long way to go.”
Sent my support.
“Cheer up, Boris. Don’t give in to paper, Boris.”
“shut up.”
“… … .”
I ignored Boris’s grumbling about not being able to rest because of someone and then scribbled a quill on the papers.
“Is it okay?”
Boris took back the papers and gave me the order to leave.
“I don’t need you anymore. Just get out.”
“Yay.”
I escaped from the mercenary guild while dancing the shoulder dance and returned to the hideout.
Bam!
“The captain is here!”
When I came back, the guys were gathered together and eating honey spread on bread.
Our Miho, who should normally be taking a nap by the window on the second floor, is chewing on bread, and Schmidt, who just returned from his mission, is holding the bread with both hands and tearing it open diligently.
‘… … These things.’
The captain has been through hardships outside.
Are you sucking honey?
“Ashvan. You too, come quickly and eat.”
Shushuruta spoke to me while slurping her swollen cheeks.
“Sweet things are surprisingly delicious.”
What else is so delicious?
“Is there anything left for me?”
Mary, who was diligently spreading honey on bread, quickly came over and handed me a plate.
“Over here!”
As expected, the only one who takes care of me is our Mary.
I praised Mary and received a piece of bread covered in honey.
“As expected, our Sherwood’s ace, an indispensable key member, Sherwood’s breadwinner. If he’s not there even for a day, the mercenary group can’t function properly.”
“lol.”
Mary laughed heartily.
At that moment, Linda’s voice pierced my ears.
“Devil, this is delicious! Let’s eat it together!”
When I looked closely, I saw Linda sitting slightly away from where they were sitting in a circle, eating honey. She was spread out on the floor.
“Hehehe!”
He was hugging the wasp wine like a lover with a flushed face.
… … It looks like he drank it straight up without even diluting it.
I warned Mary quietly.
“Mary, don’t eat that. Tell the other kids not to eat it either.”
Mary nodded.
“Yes. Everyone didn’t even glance at Linda because she was eating so deliciously.”
“As expected, they are our members.”
Those guys are quick-witted.
Linda said it was delicious because it contained poison, so she must have sensed it like a ghost and turned away before I could warn her.
I felt really relieved and happy because I felt like I wouldn’t have to go anywhere and get scammed without me.
“Get out of the way, Emma.”
Since there was no place to sit, I pushed Miho, who was taking up a lot of space unnecessarily, to one side and then put my butt on her.
As I was eating the bread like that, Shushuruta said as if he had forgotten.
“Oh, by the way. The results of the ingredient analysis you requested have come out.”
Then he handed me some paper, so I took it and looked through it, and the terms I had never seen before made my head spin again.
Ugh. The nightmare of paperwork is reaching out again.
“Hmm.”
As I was frowning and making a serious expression, Hurd, who was spreading honey on bread next to me, poked his head in and asked.
“What ingredient analysis?”
“I once went hunting for beastly humans, and there was an incident where I actually transformed into a beast.”
“What, really?”
“They say it happens all over the place… It’s a dangerous world. It’s already dangerous, but I wonder how much more dangerous it’s going to get. Anyway, before he transformed, he drank a black potion. I asked him to analyze its ingredients.”
“Really? Let’s see… … .”
Since I couldn’t figure it out even after looking at it, I just handed the paper over to him to look at it more closely.
Hurd’s eyebrows twitched as he read the analysis results for a moment.
“… … What is this?”
“what?”
“The other ingredients are commonly found when making potions, but 90% of the demon’s blood was detected here?”
“what?”
As Hurd said, the item below contained ‘the blood of the devil’.
When I looked at Shushuruta, she nodded coolly.
“That’s right. At that level, it’s no different from just drinking the demon’s blood.”
“… … .”
I’m speechless.
Are you saying that now there are even crazy people who drink the blood of demons?
The activities of the demons were already prominent, but now there are even humans who transform into demons.
If this isn’t a mess, then what is?
“… … I think it was called Amcheon Bridge.”
These are definitely the guys who need to be beaten to death.
I just put it in my head.
Amcheon Bridge. Amcheon Bridge. That damn Amcheon Bridge.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
Shushuruta said, spreading honey generously on the bread.
“Didn’t you ask me to find out about the premonition crime before?”
“That’s right.”
After bringing Hurd.
I had secretly whispered something to Shushuruta, who was continuing to gather information about the other Sherwood guys.
Because I only know one thief who announces a thief’s presence and then steals things.
“There was a recent case of a foreshadowing crime.”
Stop.
I put down the bread I was about to put in my mouth.
“… … Where is that?”
I noticed Shushuruta’s mouth.
Schmidt and Hurd also seemed to have guessed who it was, as their gaze turned to the same place as mine.
“This is Milgad, the capital of the Kingdom of Maia.”