Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 1247



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Episode 1247. They are probably ‘trustees’

Louis Caste, the deputy leader of the Stan Mercenaries, was a knight of the Royal Knights of the Duchy of Tofla.

While he was on the rise, he was expelled from the Royal Knights for raping a Viscountess.

For a serious crime, the consequences are relatively mild.

The reason this was possible was entirely due to Lui Lui’s excellent swordsmanship skills.

In the past, he won a duel as the Supreme Court Justice’s opponent, and rumors spread in social circles that he was able to avoid severe punishment due to that relationship.

Dry saliva ran down Baron Howard Solon’s throat.

If you are able to go out to battle and win, you should at least be considered a sword expert.

On the other hand, although he is said to be a genius magic swordsman, he is still a sword beginner.

Magic is a variable, but I don’t know how effective it will be against Sword Expert.

A sneer appeared on the face of Stan Mercenary Group vice-captain Louis Kast, who saw his shaking eyes.

“bantling. Did you shout out loud and then suddenly feel insecure? “Your eyes are shaking like a scared girl?”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

“If you want to?”

“… … .”

Baron Howard Solon paused for a moment.

If I keep talking nonsense, I have no choice but to fight, because I don’t have the spirit.

However, I can’t just leave like this.

He just glared at his opponent with his eyes wide open.

Then Louis Caste smiled and asked again.

“What if I continue? Why are you suddenly silent? “Are you really scared?”

Howard Solon said in response to his opponent’s ridicule.

“I guess I have to shut up.”

“how? Are you going to cum verbally? Then please ejaculate somewhere. ‘Please don’t do it.’”

“… … .”

“Sweetheart, if you want to live, lower your eyes and quietly crawl into your seat. Your bluff may have worked in Marquis Solon, but it’s not like that in the world. “Go when they say it.”

When the other person mentioned Marquess Solon, Baron Howard Solon’s face distorted.

‘I’m crying!’ The anger that rose up suppressed the wariness of the other person.

“I told you to shut up!”

Baron Howard Solon rushed at Louis Caste with his horse.

Because it was a narrow room, they thought about hand-to-hand combat rather than drawing a long sword.

But it was rather a loss for him.

For Louis Caste, who wandered the world of mercenaries, hand-to-hand combat was literally a part of life.

Louis Kast dodged Baron Howard Solon’s fist with just a slight twist of his upper body.

Then Louis Caste’s hand moved like lightning.

‘slam!’ With a snapping sound, Baron Howard Solon’s head turned.

Baron Howard Solon tried to reach out again and grab his opponent, but Louis Caste, who was accustomed to fighting, would not allow it.

slam! slam! slam!

After receiving three blows to the face, Baron Howard Solon knew that he was no match for him in a physical fight.

He, who was taking a step back, hysterically pulled out his longsword.

Then Louis Caste said with a wry smile.

“Sweetheart, if I draw the sword, you will surely die. No, even if he doesn’t die, at least one of his arms will fall off. Are you still going to try to the end?”

“Stop talking bullshit and pull out your sword!”

“If your wish is to become an asshole, there’s nothing I can’t grant you.”

Louis Caste slowly pulled out his longsword.

At this point, it was okay to neutralize one of Baron Solon’s group.

Then, it will be a little easier when using your hands in the great forest.

As Louis Caste drew his sword, Baron Howard Solon raised his mana.

A mana force was formed on Baron Howard Solon’s long sword, proof of a sword beginner.

But Louis Kast just smiled and watched.

In response to the other person’s mocking attitude, ‘Paddeuk!’ Baron Howard Solon, who was grinding his teeth, cast a weight spell on himself just before making his move.

The heavy weight of the long sword in my hand disappeared, and my body became light as if I would fly.

When he was ready, he quickly rushed in.

Cha-cha-cha-chang!

Louis Kast calmly received the barrage of attacks five times.

When the final blow was blocked, Baron Howard Solon clashed his longsword with his opponent and took a moment to catch his breath.

Louis Kast spoke to him with cold, shiny eyes like snakes.

“I swung that thing a few times and you’re already out of breath? You pulled out a sword in front of me with that kind of skill? As I should have said, the world is the Marquis Solon and

“It’s different, so don’t be pretentious.”

“… … .”

Baron Howard Solon could not answer.

This is because he knew that he could not be his opponent after this one contest.

In Louis Caste’s eyes, life was young.

“Sweetheart, it’s time to pay for your bravado.”

With his horse, Louis Caste roughly pushed Baron Howard Solon.

Baron Howard Solon, lost in strength and spirit, took a shaky step back.

The moment Louis Caste was about to strike forward, a long sword suddenly intervened.

It was Tyne Rock’s long sword.

Louis Caste, startled by the eerie prediction, paused.

Tyne Rock, who was sandwiched between Baron Howard Solon and Louis Caste, spoke.

“I don’t like what you say either. Are you going to continue? Or are you going to quit?”

Louis Kast glared at the intruder with eyes that threatened to devour him.

“Who are you? you.”

“This is Tynerok, who was once a knight of Marquis Solon. “I’m not famous like Baron Solon or you, so you’ve probably never heard of him.”

“… … .”

Louis Caste, whose excitement was broken by Tyne Rock’s intervention, took up his sword.

“You are different from that kid. You deserve respect. “I will give in today.”

Tainrok retrieved the longsword without saying a word.

Baron Solon came forward because he felt like he would be defeated, but he had no intention of fighting for his honor.

The atmosphere in the tavern became strange.

The mercenaries realized that Tain-Rok was a swordsman comparable to Rui Caste and glanced at him.

This is understandable since it is the biggest variable in dealing with Baron Solon and his party in the forest.

Angus, the leader of the Stan mercenaries, spoke to Louis Caste, who returned to his seat.

“It’s a big deal. “You make all kinds of concessions.”

“I didn’t think I would lose, but I wasn’t sure I would win either.”

“That much?”

“If I make it to the end, I’ll probably win.”

“however… … .”

Angus spoke with a sour expression on his face.

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Adventurers, including the old man. “Don’t you think it’s too casual?”

“It’s someone else’s business, right?”

“I still care. I think it would be better to separate that group of old adventurers. “Think about it before you get to the Great Forest.”

“All right.”

Louis Caste turned his gaze towards the adventurer.

An old man and two young men who appeared to be in their twenties came into view.

Judging by the way they politely called each other ‘Sir’, they seemed to be from noble families.

‘How do I separate them?’

After a few more drinks, Louis Caste’s eyes turned to Crea again.

My mouth feels dry at the thought of having to endure it all the way to the Great Forest.

Crea trembled under Louis Kast’s sticky gaze.

“Ugh, I don’t like it.”

“Didn’t you say you were used to the mercenaries’ gaze?”

In response to Baron Howard Solon’s point, Crea said with a fresh look on her face.

“But that person’s gaze is really annoying.”

“… … .”

Baron Howard Solon glanced towards the mercenaries, but that was all there was to it.

He was discouraged by Louis Caste and was no longer angry.

I can’t help but feel angry, so I just suppress it.

Tain-rok spoke to him.

“Louis Kast must be a sword expert. “No matter how much you are a magic swordsman, it is too much for a sword expert, so please be patient.”

“I know. “It’s a sin to be weak.”

Elio, who was listening to his self-deprecating words next to him, muttered to himself.

“Being weak is not a sin.”

“What is it if not sin?”

Baron Howard Solon looked at Count Elio Lagoa with somewhat provocative eyes.

“It’s not his fault that he’s weak.”

“Those are just beautiful words. The reality is… … “You saw it.”

“Don’t be mistaken. Because strength and weakness are relative. There are many people in the world weaker than you. Are they all sinners before you?”

“It’s someone else’s business, right?”

“I still care. I think it would be better to separate that group of old adventurers. “Think about it before you get to the Great Forest.”

“All right.”

Louis Caste turned his gaze towards the adventurer.

An old man and two young men who appeared to be in their twenties came into view.

Judging by the way they politely called each other ‘Sir’, they seemed to be from noble families.

‘How do I separate them?’

After a few more drinks, Louis Caste’s eyes turned to Crea again.

My mouth feels dry at the thought of having to endure it all the way to the Great Forest.

Crea trembled under Louis Kast’s sticky gaze.

“Ugh, I don’t like it.”

“Didn’t you say you were used to the mercenaries’ gaze?”

In response to Baron Howard Solon’s point, Crea said with a fresh look on her face.

“But that person’s gaze is really annoying.”

“… … .”

Baron Howard Solon glanced towards the mercenaries, but that was all there was to it.

He was discouraged by Louis Caste and was no longer angry.

I can’t help but feel angry, so I just suppress it.

Tain-rok spoke to him.

“Louis Kast must be a sword expert. “No matter how much you are a magic swordsman, it is too much for a sword expert, so please be patient.”

“I know. “It’s a sin to be weak.”

Elio, who was listening to his self-deprecating words next to him, muttered to himself.

“Being weak is not a sin.”

“What is it if not sin?”

Baron Howard Solon looked at Count Elio Lagoa with somewhat provocative eyes.

“It’s not his fault that he’s weak.”

“Those are just beautiful words. The reality is… … “You saw it.”

“Don’t be mistaken. Because strength and weakness are relative. There are many people in the world weaker than you. Are they all sinners before you?”

“Well, that’s not it.”

“Yeah, you just met some strong scum.”

“… … .”

Baron Howard Solon gritted his teeth.

I’m sure he’s offering words of comfort, but I don’t know why I feel so bad.

“Was it arrogance of mine to choose a magic swordsman?”

“It’s not arrogance, it’s greed. “After about ten years, you too will see the light.”

“Me? Lui the Nymphomaniac will have become a Sword Master by then.”

“You won’t just sit around either.”

“It would be nice to become a sword expert. There is no way to keep up with Lui the Nymphomaniac.”

“If you don’t have it, you’re done.”

Elio drank with a sour expression.

I didn’t like the atmosphere of the tavern, but the alcohol stuck to my lips.

‘I want to give my sister a taste.’

Elio, who was thinking about Namgoong Yeon, asked Fabian next to him.

“Do you remember what this drink was called?”

“Clam banana.”

“Right.”

“If you like it, how many bottles can I buy?”

“okay. “When I return to my hometown, I will drink it with my sister.”

“You’ll like it because it’s so sweet.”

“Oh, I want to go home quickly.”

“You can go back any time you want, so don’t rush.”

“Don’t you miss Lord Sarah?”

“Honestly, I can barely see my face anymore.”

A bitter smile appeared on Fabian’s face.

Perhaps because the time spent with Serah in Hirhera was short, it was not as clear as before.

“Isn’t it because you’re a playboy?”

“Lord Lagoa, do you remember Lord Sera’s face?”

“at all.”

“Me too. Don’t they say that close neighbors are better than distant relatives? It seems that when the body becomes distant, the mind also becomes distant. “Is it because her face is blurry?”

“But it will be nice when we actually meet again.”

“If Lord Sarah is in the same state as me… … . “Couldn’t you meet a better man?”

“Maybe so.”

“And yet you think I must remain faithful to Lord Sera!”

“Is that what you wanted to say? “Anyway, you can’t let your guard down.”

While the two were hanging out, a group of people came into the tavern.

The eyes of the stagecoach passengers all turned to the new guests.

There were five middle-aged men and women, all wearing identical gray robes.

Elio looked at the gray robe and muttered inadvertently.

“Are they wizards?”

Then Baron Howard Solon, who was sitting at the table next to him, spoke.

“no. They are devotees of Shastra Parakti (the wise woman of the nine heavens). “Looking at the stars carved in silver thread on their robes, they look like priests.”

“Priests?”

“Yes, since they came from the temple, they are probably ‘oracle recipients.’”

“what is that?”

“Most priests who serve God live in temples. Then, when you receive an oracle, you search for the object that the oracle points to. Priests who go around like that are called ‘oracle recipients.’”

“aha. So, Shastra Parakti instructed something, and those priests are looking for it?”

“you’re right.”

Elio looked at the priests in gray robes with curious eyes.

Meeting the priest of Shastra Parakti in another world was a strange feeling.