Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 1240



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The royal road, Pneuma.

Marquis Truman Solon.

14:00.

Two men sat across from each other in the marquis’ office.

They are Colman Solon, the eldest son of the Marquis Truman Solon, who passed away a month ago, and Baron Campiti Weiss, the treasurer.

“Your Excellency the Little Marquis. “It was confirmed that Baron Howard and his party arrived at Pneuma an hour ago.”

“Are you going to the police station?”

“no. “If he had gone to the police station, news would have been delivered that he had been arrested.”

As soon as the mercenaries failed, Marquess Solon reported Howard Solon to the police on charges of ‘conspiracy to murder the minor marquis to usurp the title.’

The name is a bit long, but I couldn’t find a more suitable expression than that, so I did it that way.

“If you didn’t come back as a marquis or go to the police station, where are you and what are you doing?”

“Maybe he’s looking for a great noble to help him.”

“Is there a great nobleman in Pneuma worthy of that?”

“doesn’t exist. “All of the great nobles of Pneuma support the minor marquis, who is the rightful successor.”

“What about other nobles?”

“The same goes for them. Even Baron Ingrit Patisia, who taught Baron Howard magic, is on the Marquess’s side in this matter.”

“Did Baron Patisia directly express that intention?”

“yes.”

“What are the knight commander’s movements?”

“We are still taking a wait-and-see approach, but we never know when we will contact Baron Howard.”

At that moment, the Little Marquis Colman Solon bit his lip.

If the relationship with Count Krason Wigrad, the leader of the knights, was good, this sad month would not have happened.

Usually, the knight commander favored his younger brother Howard and stayed away from him.

After his father, the Marquis Truman Solon, suddenly passed away, it was difficult to see him at all.

As the Knights Templar is the Marquis’ best armed force, even if you try not to pay attention to it, you can’t help it.

This was even more so as there was none of the marquis’ knights who did not pass through his hands.

Perhaps the biggest obstacle in the process of succession to the title may not be his younger brother Howard, but the Knight Commander.

I wonder if there is a rumor going around that ‘the person who raises his hand is the final winner.’

At that time, the person who actively approached and volunteered to become a hand and foot was the treasurer, Baron Campiti Weiss.

“Put more people around the knight commander. And find out what Howard and his group are doing.”

“Yes, but we keep getting inquiries from the Galm mercenaries.”

The Marquis Colman Solon frowned.

The Galm Mercenaries were a mercenary group that had been commissioned to kill Baron Howard.

After the failed request, it was quiet for a while, but now why are you asking?

“inquiry?”

“Yes, I am asking whether I should continue with the work I was asked to do.”

“Howard is in pneuma, so that’s absurd. “I want to hear something from the great nobles.”

“Then shall we accept the request?”

“So be it. If I do something foolish and the succession process gets messed up, only I will lose. “I also neatly recovered the magic gun I lent you.”

“Yes, I understand. Oh, but… … .”

Campiti Vice spoke slurred and looked at the minor Marquis Colman Solon.

“Is there a problem?”

“It looks like one of the shooters was captured and a magic gun was taken away.”

“what? The magic gun was taken away? What bullshit is that! Don’t you know that you can’t buy a magic gun even with money? Also, what about the serial number engraved on that magic gun? “Are you even going to advertise that it was something I instigated?”

“You can cover the serial number by paying money to Magic Tower. “The Magic Tower will treat it as a lost item.”

“Do something before Howard finds out.”

“Yes, I will finance what you said. and… … .”

“And what else?”

The Marquis Colman Solon asked nervously.

Then Treasurer Campiti Vice quietly lowered his eyes and answered.

“If you cancel a request, you will have to pay a penalty fee.”

“What are you talking about? “The mercenary group failed, so why do I have to pay a penalty?”

“We failed the first time, but they said they would continue. “If the client unilaterally withdraws the request, he or she must pay a penalty.”

“Holy shit! What kind of evil loan shark does that sound like? They don’t care that they failed, so why are they asking me to pay a penalty? “How much is the penalty?”

“It is usually three times the down payment. You decided to pay a down payment of 1,000 gold and 2,000 gold upon completion of the mission. So, you have to pay three thousand gold as a penalty.”

“You’re crazy. “Is the penalty more than the money you receive if the request is successful?”

“Yes, they do that to make it difficult to break the contract.”

“I’m going crazy. The request failed, but you want to make money? “They are complete fraudsters.”

“Aren’t mercenaries really like that?”

“ha!”

A long shot came out of the mouth of the Marquis Colman Solon.

right.

There is a difference between a mercenary and a criminal.

Even though he was a guard today, he was a mercenary who turned into a robber tomorrow.

“What do you think? “What would you like me to do?”

“As you said, an assassination attempt in the royal capital is too dangerous. “It may become an obstacle to succession to the title.”

“You’re saying I have to pay a penalty. “Handle it like that.”

“All right. We will make you pay the penalty to the mercenary group. Should financial execution be recorded as a financial record? Or should we do it informally?”

“Is there even an idiot who records something like that? Of course it’s unofficial. “Do not leave a single word about the contract with the mercenary group.”

“I will do as you command.”

Treasurer Campiti Vice bowed deeply.

He lowered his head and had to bite his tongue to suppress laughter.

Are you stupid?

I don’t know who is calling whom an idiot.

‘Marquis de Minor, anyone who can’t save money in a situation like this is stupid.’

I think I can understand why the knight commander, Count Krason Wigrad, hates his eldest son so much.

***

Elio and his party arrived at Pneuma, the royal capital of the Principality of Topla, but could not immediately go down to the southern kingdom.

This is because the Stagecoach Association drastically reduced the number of stagecoaches going to the southern kingdom.

The saying that the Stagecoach Association’s inspection and search is simple is a thing of the past.

The Stagecoach Association also did not escape the aftermath of the war.

The Empire and the Southern Kingdom did not want their supplies to be exported to the enemy.

In the case of wagons, inspection and search, which had previously been lax, has been strengthened.

Needless to say, the investigation of the passengers was conducted.

The only people who could freely travel between the Empire and the Southern Kingdom were mercenaries and adventurers.

In the case of mercenaries, they were necessary for both the empire and the southern kingdom, so even so, there was a reason why the southern kingdom accepted the adventurer who started the war.

Coincidentally, it was because of the war with the empire.

In the Abyss, dozens of casualties occurred every day.

It was impossible for the exploration and excavation of the Abyss to be carried out only by adventurers from the Southern Kingdom.

However, soldiers cannot be deployed.

What kind of Abyss is this when there are not enough troops deployed to the front line?

Ultimately, the southern kingdoms managed and supervised the empire’s adventurers by implementing the ‘Adventurer Permit System’.

Even if entry and exit were freed due to the needs of the Empire and the Southern Kingdom, there was no way stagecoach transportation, which only catered to adventurers and mercenaries, would run smoothly.

Elio and his party had no choice but to wait until the passengers gathered at Pneuma.

Pneuma center.

Fitz Tavern.

Elio, who was eating dinner, glanced at Baron Solon and his group and muttered to himself.

“Why do you think those people are following us?”

Fabian said with an indifferent expression.

“Don’t the Stagecoach Association say we have to fill it to capacity? Those people are also waiting for the number to fill up. I think we’ll continue to see it all the way to the Southern Kingdom.”

“One carriage came out. How many cars are you waiting to fill?”

“Whether it’s one or two, the number of guards is the same, so they’ll try to send as many wagons as possible.”

“Is there such a number in this situation?”

“If you don’t want to wait, we also have carriages for charter.”

“When you have to wait, you have to know how to wait. “I couldn’t see anything going well because I was rushing blindly.”

“You change your words so quickly?”

“so? Is there a problem?”

When Elio fired, Fabian quickly lowered his tail.

“doesn’t exist.”

As Baron Howard Solon and his party were finishing their meal, the tavern door opened and a person came in.

The woman, wearing a robe and a hat pulled down, looked around and then approached the seat of Baron Howard Solon and his group.

At that moment, Baron Howard Solon, who made eye contact with him, jumped up from his seat.

“Patricia. long time no see.”

The woman in the robe, 4th Circle Mage Ingrit, Baroness Patisia, smiled and nodded.

“Howard, or should I say Baron Solon now? He acted like he would never come back to the royal capital. What happened?”

Baron Howard Solon introduced the group before offering an empty seat.

“Let me start with an introduction. You probably know Lord Tynerok because you’ve seen him before, and this is Crea, the adventurer who goes with me. Crea, this is the Maisie Ingrit Patissia I was talking about.”

Crea, who had stood up following Baron Solon, bowed his head politely.

“It’s called Crea.”

“Yes, you are a very pretty adventurer. “It must be very popular with adventurers.”

Mage Ingrit Patissia, who was in her fifties, looked at the young adventurer with happy eyes.

“Not to that extent.”

Crea waved her hands with a puzzled look on her face.

I heard that wizards don’t know how to tell jokes, but that doesn’t seem to be true.

Soon, Ingrit Patissia’s gaze turned to Taine Rock.

Tain-rok sat there and did not move as if it were someone else’s business.

At that moment, a strange look appeared in Ingrit Patissia’s eyes.

Baron Solon even got up from his seat, but the guard was still sitting?

It is a difficult sight to see without the relationship between the two remaining unchanged from before.

Then Baron Howard Solon pointed to an empty seat next to Tyne Rock.

“Please sit down for a moment.”

“Is that so?”

Baron Ingrit Patisia, who casually sat down next to Tyne Rock, spoke first.

“We don’t have much time, so let’s get straight to the point. Baron Solon, I am of no help to you. The wizard of Marquis Solon is an acquaintance of my teacher. His skills and connections are far below his level. “You know what that means, right?”

“I know. “I’m not even thinking about going back to being a marquis.”

“Well thought out. Shedding blood between brothers is no different from losing even if you win. “With your talent, you will be able to become a great nobleman on your own.”

“That’s too much praise.”

“Then why did you summon me?”

Howard Solon, conscious of the group of adventurers far away, lowered his voice as much as possible.

“There is a wild man who defeated Lord Tain Lok with martial arts and swordsmanship.”

“however?”

Baron Ingrit Patisia looked at Baron Howard Solon with a grave expression.

I know that Tain-rok’s swordsmanship is excellent, but his position – in human terms – was not even at knee height.

I don’t know why they’re making such a big fuss that he lost.

“He is a young man of my age from the wilderness.”

“So, Lord Tain-Rok lost to a spiritual energy practitioner in his twenties, not a mana user?”

“Yes, I was wondering if something other than reiki was at work. As you know, my magic is now in this circle… … . “We don’t know what’s in it.”

“Are you asking me to judge with the eyes of truth?”

Baron Howard Solon nodded with a meaningful look on his face.

Then Baron Ingrit Patisia smiled and said.

“If that’s the case, I’ll help you as much as I can. “Where is he now?”

Instead of answering, Baron Howard Solon quietly raised his hand and pointed somewhere.