Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 192



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192. Even if you know favoritism is bad, time changes many things.

The same was true of the temple.

Those who entered the temple in the past displayed a desperate struggle and a determination not to retreat. The most important thing was the determination to willingly endure martyrdom and extinction for humanity.

But today’s temple is different.

What was important for those who now entered the temple was persistence and belligerence.

The venom that allows you to run to the ends of the earth to chase after the alien races that hide in the shadows to avoid the eyes of the church. The belligerence that allows you to kill without hesitation the opponents you have vowed to kill. This is the virtue that is necessary for the temple.

This also means that the priests and monks who attend the temple, wearing red cloaks, are much more persistent than the average church member.

“So please take this sword!”

Narva turned his head away from the knight he had tied up with his feet.

A blacksmith who proposed a fight and watched the beginning and end of the duel.

He was on his knees, offering his sword with both hands.

The dignified figure of the craftsman, who used to show off his well-toned muscles and fold his arms, was nowhere to be found.

Instead, he gave a long introduction, saying that we should be wary of the tenacity of the red cloaks, but when the mood showed no signs of improving, he offered the tribute in one breath.

But Narva’s reaction was extremely cold.

Bam.

Narva placed his foot on the back of the groaning knight.

“Full body plate armor.”

“That, that.”

“Then. You will offer me your sword, for proving that even the scrap metal of the frontier can defeat the sword of this place? Are you in your right mind?”

It was a remark that mercilessly tore at the pride of the craftsman, but I could not dare to refute it.

A sword made in the morning system and a sword made in the castle.

If we compare objectively, everyone will praise the latter as a far superior sword.

Narva would have reacted the same way if he had not seen the full-body plate armor.

However, since he had already seen the pinnacle of Inse’s technological prowess, the most excellent weapon of war that Inse had created, he could not easily be satisfied.

The blacksmith found it difficult to change Narva’s mind, and after much fidgeting he finally came up with the best compromise he could come up with.

“Huh, with that black cloak, you must be of high rank in the church.”

“hmm.”

“If you receive approval from Father Afrinaya or other bishops in charge of the procurement office, our blacksmith shop will do everything it can to move you up the line. How about this?”

“Hmm.”

“Of course I can give you a ready-made armor! But if you’re going to make it, wouldn’t it be better to take measurements and make a unique armor just for you…?”

Narva rested his chin on his hand and pondered as soon as he heard the blacksmith’s additional suggestion.

Originally, I was planning to prepare it for Terveer, who would often be on the battlefield instead of wearing it myself.

But when I thought about it carefully, Terveer didn’t have the build of an ordinary person.

Even when wearing clothes, the outline of the muscles is visible, so I wondered if it would be possible to properly wear ready-made clothes that were tailored to the body type of an average person.

Even if you try to hit it with a stick, how many parts of your body can you really protect?

Since you’re going to give it as a gift anyway, wouldn’t it be better to ask for the measurements and give it to someone who’s perfectly tailored?

Then suddenly, the part I had ignored came to mind.

“What about the cost? How much should I pay?”

A full body plate armor is no joke, it costs as much as a small manor.

Especially if the places where it can be made are limited and the church monopolizes the quantity… it could literally be expensive to call it.

If that were to happen, the Duchy of Powis, which was barely able to cover its finances by using the credit of the church as collateral and resorting to all sorts of illegal means to cover its deficits, would absolutely not be able to afford it.

But fortunately, the church is made up of fellow believers.

It was an infinitely warm place, especially for those on board the ship.

As soon as the blacksmith heard Narva’s question, he began to explain at length, using gestures, the beautiful welfare system the church had prepared.

“If the Public Procurement Service approves, they will pay for it. The believers all over the world donate money for priests like you who are working for royalties, so of course they should have that much convenience! Priests and monks who participate in the temple do not need to pay any expenses!”

“Ugh.”

Only then did I realize how the tithe earned through the blood, sweat, and tears of the serfs was being used.

Narva let out a brief exclamation and then made a firm decision.

“From now on, tax evasion will be forgiven, but those who do not pay tithes will be held accountable for the crime of heresy.”

“Well, in that sense, how about this sword and… the wrist crossbow that our blacksmith makes best after armor?”

“Wrist crossbow?”

“A lightweight mechanical crossbow for use as a surprise attack or ambushes. It is the proud weapon of the Dorre Knights Order. If you like it, it would be nice to get close to them. Although it is less powerful than the original mechanical crossbow due to its complex structure, it is not to be ignored…”

At that moment, instead of being moved or amazed, Narva felt betrayed.

The blacksmith’s words, which were explained as kindly as possible in order to win over Narva’s favor, did not even reach his ears.

Cellino, the head of the Dorre Knights’ Order.

The face of the monk who spoke haltingly and despised the whole world floats before my eyes.

“No, that’s fine. If it’s something from the Dorre Knights’ Order, I can get it for myself.”

“Uh… then…”

“Take the knife.”

Narva threw down his sword, now a piece of scrap metal, without hesitation.

***

Indeed, it was just as the blacksmith said.

The tenacity of the red cloaks was beyond imagination.

“There! Priest of the Black Mantle, how about challenging the event our shop has prepared specially?!”

As soon as you enter the alley lined with street vendors, you hear a solicitation calling out to you.

The one who reacted to this was Karina, who was always bored.

As soon as Karina heard the words special event, she looked up at Narva with sparkling eyes.

“Huh? Hey, it’s a special event!”

There was something more than just resonance in Karina’s innocent voice, but it was an act that was of no use to Narva.

“Your Highness. Why are you going to a street vendor that is so low-class at first glance?”

“There is no hierarchy in food!”

“Even so, it’s just low-quality food.”

“What is this gourmet who only eats porridge with salt? Why don’t you try eating anything and awaken your sense of taste?”

“…”

It seems that it is not enough to cut off Karina’s interest.

The moment Narva turned his head with a sigh.

“?”

Next to the street vendor’s stall, there were skewers of chicken being grilled on a large grill.

With the red-shouldered knight of the capital.

“…”

But the red cloak wasn’t drawing his sword right now.

Rather, he was stirring the firewood with a poker and even blowing on it as if he didn’t care about Narva.

“Whew!”

Silently, doing my best to keep the flame burning.

“hmm.”

He was turning over the skewers on the grill.

“…What are you doing there?”

“Heh, heh. Our store is having a promotion where if you win a contest, you get a free skewer, so this is perfect.”

“No. Not that, sir.”

Karina, who had been sitting with her legs raised and her eyes tightly closed, inhaling the fragrant scent, only then noticed.

The fact that the person grilling skewers in front of the grill is a knight in a red cloak.

“Huh…? Yes, I didn’t see things wrong, did I?”

“…”

“Why Ordo Sanctus Stregos?”

Skewers?

The one who answered this question was the red cloak himself, who realized that everyone’s eyes were focused on him.

The red-shouldered man lifted the steaming skewer and examined it carefully before opening his mouth.

“You realized the trap and avoided it, Your Majesty. I was taken aback by how different it was from what was known.”

“It’s a similar feeling to mine.”

“Hmm. Your Majesty, we do not act differently. Even if we are temporarily hiding to help you, Your Majesty, it is the same. We, those who go on a crusade, do our best whenever and wherever we can!”

Perfectly, just right.

The red cloak seemed to have made that decision, and with careful hands, he placed the skewers gently on the stand.

As if that wasn’t enough, he even rubbed his index, middle, and thumb fingers together to sprinkle nut powder on it to make it look as appetizing as possible.

The street vendor was trembling at his serious attitude.

“Uh, uh, uh. The person you were looking for has arrived, so let’s stop now.”

“Enough? Do you think my best is limited to this?”

“Oh no, Nari!”

“What a pity. If it weren’t for my original mission, I could have shown you my best…!”

The red cloak rose with a look of genuine regret as he said those words.

The hand that had been holding the skewer had at some point grabbed the handle of the knife.

Tsururung-.

The sound of the blade scraping against the scabbard fills the alley of street vendors.

“Lonely King. Prove yourself.”

“You don’t believe me?”

The red cloak was unmoved by Narva’s commotion.

He shouted proudly as he bowed.

“I believe. The stigmata engraved on the back of my hand, the light of the stars of the world will not take them lightly!”

Her eyes were clear, without any hesitation.

It was like looking at a clear lake where not even a speck of doubt lingered.

The moment he saw those eyes, Narva drew his sword and asked.

“Are you all going to rush in?”

“The Lonely King. …The Warrior King. You will enjoy this more. If it is you.”

“No. I would do the same if I were single.”

“Single…?”

The red cloak’s doubts soon turned to astonishment.

Because Narva raised his left thumb and pointed to one side.

The person Narva was pointing to was Karina, who had approached the street vendor without anyone noticing and lifted a skewer, whether to duel or not.

Karina herself was equally surprised.

“Me???”

So much so that he pointed at himself with an oily finger and asked back.

The red shoulder cloak was also confusingly similar.

He looked back and forth between Karina and Narva, and his eyelids began to flutter as if he had witnessed the reality of the object of his longing.

“I heard that Your Majesty… doesn’t particularly care about women…”

“hmm.”

Narva answered, turning the hilt of his sword once.

“Although there are more regrettable aspects than not-so-regrettable aspects.”

“…”

“I’m not so evil as to volunteer for a trap with a friend who has never even held a knife.”

The moment he heard this, Red Cloak unconsciously brought up the story of the lonely king.

“The Lonely King. Aren’t you the one who conscripted everyone from children as young as ten to old men in their sixties and used them as soldiers?!”

“What kind of trash person is that?”

Neither the red cloak’s intellectualism nor Karina’s contemptuous remarks could shake Narva.

“Your Highness, if you have any skewers, please come behind me.”

Instead, Narva casually bowed and burst into laughter.

“If you were going to tease me, you should have been my friend.”