A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 240



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Episode 240. The King of the North

I followed the soldier to the duke’s mansion.

I spoke to a soldier on the way.

“Hey, listen.”

The gruff northern soldier turned around and answered.

“yes.”

“It seems like there’s one more wizard among the wizards dispatched from the Magic Tower.”

“Are you talking about Torai?”

“There’s a lunatic fiddling around with dead demon eggs.”

“I guess you mean Adrian.”

“Yes. Is that the famous Torai?”

The soldier answered calmly.

“Well, wizards always have a bit of a quirk to them, so I didn’t really care.”

“Is that so?”

“yes.”

“Still, that guy is fiddling with the dead demon’s balls.”

The soldier looked at me.

“Does Lord Ashvan like fire X?”

“Are you crazy? Why do I like X eggs?”

“Because you keep mentioning it.”

“I care about my own things, I don’t care about other people’s things.”

“okay.”

Why did the story flow like this?

All I hear is talk about fireX.

I’m dying of filth. My head is spinning.

The devil lost his temper.

[Please shut your mouth.]

“No, Master, are you saying that there is no X?”

The heavenly horse shed its life energy.

[If you say that filthy word one more time, I will blow your head off.]

No, is this a matter that would make you lose your life?

But an angry Heavenly Horse is truly scary, so I answered politely.

“I will keep that in mind, Master.”

[Tsk.]

The blunt soldier listened to my mumbling for a moment, then walked ahead and explained.

Since there was no particular criticism, it seemed like they were treating me similarly to the multiple personality demon swordsman.

“Adrian is wearing black robes. He is a warlock.”

“I guess so.”

“Yes. I am one of the wizards dispatched from the Red Tower, and I am the only black wizard.”

“hmm.”

“Oh, don’t misunderstand. It seems like they are different from those who cry out to the dark heavens. Rather, it feels like they volunteered to be the representative of the black magicians of this land in order to clear their name.”

“I see.”

The soldier continued his explanation in a calm tone.

“I heard that black magic is a school that studies the art of controlling souls and corpses. So I showed them the corpses of demons that had not yet been processed, but they said that if they were not fresh, they could not be used. That they were ineffective.”

“hmm.”

“So I guess that’s why you’re waving a fresh, dead demon’s hand in front of the wall right now.”

I’ve heard the saying that a dead bastard plays with his balls, but actually seeing someone play with the balls of a dead demon is mentally shocking.

Were black magicians really such fearsome beings?

I shook my head, shook the thought of my balls away, and turned away.

If things continue like this, I think we’ll end up talking about testicles during our conversation with the Duke.

“Why did Your Majesty want to see me?”

“It’s just a simple invitation to dinner. I don’t think you need to worry too much about it.”

“I don’t think you really called me just to sit down and have a meal.”

“If you think about it, yes.”

“So what do you think, Kyung?”

“I am not a knight.”

“What do you think of the bottle?”

The smart boy spoke his mind frankly.

“Isn’t Your Majesty the leader of the Sherwood Mercenaries?”

“yes.”

“I wonder if you’re going to ask the Sherwood Mercenaries for a favor?”

“Hmm. Sounds plausible.”

When I think about it, that’s what happened.

I came here as the leader of Sherwood.

“Then it would be more beneficial for both you and the Duke to calculate the price of the request. It would save both of us time.”

“yes.”

I kept my mouth shut and thought about the request I would receive.

This is a request from the Sherwood Mercenaries, so it’s not an ordinary request.

If so, the difficulty level will be high and the risk will also be high.

It goes without saying that if a request is difficult, an appropriate price should be paid.

The scales are supposed to be balanced without tipping to either side.

‘What should I ask for in return?’

I was the proud captain of Sherwood, thinking about the price before even receiving the commission.

It’s not because I’m a greedy captain, it’s because I’m a great captain.

Busy, busy.

The captain’s work is never ending.

The leader’s ability to negotiate commissions and their compensation is also important.

Rather, it is at times like these that the captain’s true abilities are demonstrated.

If you are using our members, can the price be so small?

If our members return with a satisfactory reward, they will receive a great cheer, but if they return with a paltry reward, they will be cursed.

In the worst case scenario, you may be kicked out.

That can’t be possible.

Under no circumstances should one step down from the position of captain.

Thinking about it, it was a life or death crisis.

Will he be kicked out of his position as captain? Or will he be recognized as the true captain of Sherwood?

The possibility of this happening has increased since the multiple personality demon swordsman joined.

Because he is a natural reactionary who often rebels even against his captain.

The general suppressed by force whenever there were signs of a rebellion.

I still have trouble dealing with just one guy.

If several people attack me, I have no chance of winning.

Well then, this request.

It is imperative that everyone be paid a price that satisfies them.

They say that crisis and opportunity are only a hair’s breadth apart.

I decided to take this crisis as an opportunity to establish myself as a true Sherwood leader.

He clenched his fist.

“Okay.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is something like that.”

“Yes. This way.”

Entering the duke’s mansion, I followed the soldier’s instructions, climbed the stairs, and walked down the hallway.

I had felt this before, but there was no trace of the luxury that was easily seen among other nobles.

It feels like all the things are placed there for practical reasons, with no intention of decoration or ornamentation.

Rather, it feels somewhat desolate.

I know that the large city of Tudra in the north is quite wealthy.

So where does that money go?

As soon as I began to question it, its uses quickly came to mind.

When I came here earlier, I saw a huge amount of shells and iron crossbow arrows as tall as a person piled up like a mountain.

That’s not all.

Even the leather armor of the soldier walking ahead now did not look like an ordinary item.

In Maia, where you have to defeat demons, leather armor like this is preferred over iron armor that slows down your movements, and it was of the highest quality.

The Duke seemed to have spent the money he earned solely on repairing and inspecting the walls and on training soldiers and knights.

This means that it is not an aspect that can be seen in other nobles.

Maybe that’s why.

As I was going through the first wave, I noticed a lot of great articles.

It seems like everyone who should be in the Royal Knights has gathered here.

Even if it weren’t for me and the Sherwood guys, it would’ve been sorted out in no time.

It seemed that the rumors about the knights of the North being great were not false.

It was impressive that not only the knights but also the soldiers did not even blink at the threat of the demons.

Are they really the brave men of the North, hardened by snowstorms and iron?

The reason they were sticking together was because of the leader of this place.

They say a wise leader doesn’t force loyalty.

Let’s follow the soldier, letting our thoughts drift downstream…

A soldier stopped in front of a door, glanced at me, and knocked briefly on the door.

“Prince Ashvan has arrived.”

A gruff voice came from inside.

-Come in.

I opened the door and went inside.

Inside was a table with candles lit and a giant man sitting across from it.

“Please sit down.”

He said it plainly.

I sat down in the chair opposite him as he said and looked around the room.

Like the other rooms, it was a room where it was difficult to find any special decorations.

The table had no particular pattern and no sparkling jewels.

There was no attendant waiting to pour drinks.

If it weren’t for the man in front of you, you’d think it was just an ordinary motel room.

As I looked around the room, my drifting gaze stopped when I reached the man across from me.

The ash lion was looking at me with its gray eyes.

Even though I didn’t take any special action or say anything.

Even just looking at it quietly, I feel overwhelmed.

I felt a sense of pressure that was hard to describe in words.

Another nail was right in front of me.

A black nail whose inside cannot be seen.

How deep is it?

He was a man with a different vibe from the Knight of the Cold and Guston of the Greatsword.

A man hardened by the harsh winds of the North.

He was a man with a rough and wild feel.

Even the beastly Haatz felt like a sullen cat in front of this man.

A man known as the Absolute of the North, also known as the King of the North.

The owner of the Blue-Green Sword among the Eight Swords, the guardian of the northern wall that protects Maia from the pouring demons.

The Gray Lion, Duke Guiller Elsevier, said:

“Hold on. It’s going to get cold.”

* * *

The meal resembled his mansion.

It means simple, practical and without pretense.

In front of each of them was a bowl of steaming hot tomato soup, and in the center of the table was a large slab of grilled meat.

Judging by its size, it looks like it may have been caught from a nearby wild boar.

The peacock took the lead and grabbed a pig’s leg and tore it off without saying a word, and I followed suit and tore off my front leg and brought it in front of me.

“hmm.”

It was chewier and saltier than I expected, so it was delicious.

He must have been hungry because he ate quickly.

So we sat eating in silence for a while.

Only after he had filled his stomach to some extent did the peacock open his mouth.

“Ashvan Sherwood. The new leader of the Sherwood Mercenaries.”

“yes.”

“Have you met Guston?”

“We met.”

“What did you say?”

“I heard you’re retiring.”

“What about Scarlett?”

“I want to focus on my research.”

“hmm.”

The Duke ate his soup in silence for a while, then asked.

“Do you think they will come?”

I answered honestly.

“Well, I don’t know either.”

I heard that Boris, the branch manager of the Milestone Mercenary Guild, went to persuade them in person.

I don’t know.

Poor Boris.

From the guy’s perspective, it must have felt like entering a tiger’s den.

The image of the guy shivering as he entered the tiger’s den is vivid.

“I heard the rest of the Sherwood group will be coming here too.”

He nodded.

“I’ll be there soon.”

That’s because the monster wave started sooner than expected.

It wasn’t that the guys were late.

Only then did the Duke nod his head, seeming a little relieved.

He looked straight into my eyes and said.

“First, I would like to thank you for coming to the North without turning a blind eye to the crisis. Tudra will not forget this.”

“No problem.”

“I have a favor to ask.”

Straight to the point.

It’s so refreshing.

“When you say request, do you mean you would like to formally request something from our Sherwood Mercenaries?”

“That’s right. It’s a request that only you can do.”

“I’m listening.”

“We need to do some reconnaissance to gauge their size.”

“So, you mean, go beyond the barrier and check on their movements?”

“yes.”

I said, swirling the glass of wine.

“Go beyond the wall of endlessly swirling blizzards known as the White Hell, and navigate among dangerous demons. This is a difficult request.”

I have to monitor their movements, so I’ll have to go much further than if I went to catch the crazy swordsman.

It was a much more dangerous and difficult mission than expected.

“Is there anything you want?”

“hmm.”

I immediately took out the formal application form and fountain pen from my bosom, started filling out the items, and handed them to the Duke.

“After confirmation, you may sign.”

The Duke’s eyebrows twitched as he read the request carefully.

It was the first time I saw a change in his expression while eating with him.

The peacock looked at me.

“… … Are you serious?”

His gray eyes were slightly shaking.

“Of course.”

“I’d rather give you gold.”

“No need.”

“Hmm.”

I spoke in a formal tone, without emotion.

“I am the representative of Sherwood’s will. I am Sherwood, and Sherwood’s will is my will. Our will is clear. If you want to lend us a hand, please sign.”

“Ugh… … .”

The Duke thought about it for a long time and then finally signed.

“… … I will pay you after the work is finished.”

“Of course. You won’t regret it.”

“I already regret it, so keep quiet.”

“yes.”