I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 139



Only Ran(o)vel dot com

Episode 139
“It must be heavy, so give it to me.”

“This much is no problem, Akan.”

Meanwhile, Shadin and Akan were walking through the square, each holding a bucket in their hand.

It was past midnight, and most of the shops were closed. Shadin and Akan placed their buckets in front of Judith’s shop.

‘You said you accepted the conditions, but I didn’t show up, so I guess you’re a bit pissed.’

Shadin noticed the yellow handkerchief hanging in front of the store from afar, but he deliberately did not respond.

The reason I sent that letter in the first place was because I wanted the writer to feel distressed.

I sent it to Judith, but the decision will be made either with Erne or by Erne.

It would be better if there was internal strife. Shadin just wanted to receive compensation for the damage. Did he want to inflict economic damage on the writer as much as the solitude technique he had left behind?

I couldn’t bring Tiya back as my original goal, but I’ll try again next time.

“What shall we do, priest?”

“Sprinkle it here and there.”

Shadin and Akan sprayed the thick liquid from the bucket all over the incense shop, the windows and the walls, until they were covered in the pig blood they had received from the slaughterhouse.

I hoped it would cause huge damage.

“It would be unfair if I were the only one to fail, Author. Let’s fail together.”

* * *

I thought I could finally breathe a little easier, but why did this happen again?

Judith rested her hand on her forehead and looked at her shop in disarray.

I’ve secured three thousand gold and am trying to think slowly about what to do next, but what is this?

Judith, who had received an urgent call from Henry in the morning and had gone to the incense shop, stumbled at the pungent smell that stung her nose. It was because the trauma from the previous stench incident came back to her mind.

As I came to my senses, I saw some obscene graffiti cursing the Chartins and Judith, calling them unclean.

I felt dizzy and hot, and the back of my neck became stiff.

“Uh, uh uh.”

Judith staggered, holding onto the back of her neck as her eyes went blank and the back of her neck felt tight.

“Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.”

Erne hurriedly grabbed Judith. With every deep breath, the pungent, bitter smell of blood rose up.

Judith squeezed her eyes shut. Blood clinging to the wall, graffiti, a window that had been smashed with a bucket of blood.

Thanks to this, the incense shop had an atmosphere as if a ghost might appear at any moment.

Even the few customers who remained were quick to turn away after seeing this miserable sight.

“Clean it up, change the windows, that’s it.”

Erne was quite surprised, but he spoke as positively as possible in front of Judith, who was turning pale, almost blue.

“Yes. There are several hands here, so how can we not clean that up quickly?”

Henry chimed in from the side.

“I like touching that bloody thing.”

Ryan, as if to demonstrate through action, picked up a rag and went to erase the graffiti on the wall.

“Wait, wait.”

Judith, who was hugging Ern while holding onto the back of her neck, waved her hand to stop Ryan.

Judith took her hand from the back of her neck and looked closely at the graffiti.

Judith looked at the very strange sentence written in a bloody, red script, perhaps with blood or with red ink, over and over again.

“What are you going to do by reading stuff like that?”

Erne tried to block Judith’s view of the vulgar content that she did not want to see, but Judith shook her head.

“The font looks familiar.”

I’ve seen that a lot somewhere. The font is all the same, but it looks particularly familiar.

It’s not even my handwriting, so why does it look so familiar?

Judith stared at the graffiti without blinking, then muttered a harsh, wild curse.

“Priest, you damn… … .”

I wondered where I had seen it before, and it was exactly the same handwriting as the threatening letter the priest had sent.

Judith clenched her fists and trembled.

“Don’t leave me alone, seriously.”

Last time I told you to hang up a yellow handkerchief, I thought it was strange that I didn’t hear anything.

I noticed you planted a soldier, I suspected you, but it wasn’t that. This is just trying to screw me over.

To be exact, a person who is a comrade. A person who could be a comrade if he or she came from the same world as you!

‘Why on earth do they do this?’

Judith could not understand the priest’s behavior at all.

“I guess I should start by cleaning.”

Judith took a deep breath and muttered. In times like these, it is important to respond calmly.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * Baca Novel Korean * *
* * * Noblemtl dot com * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Judith took a long breath and rolled up her sleeves.

“It’ll probably take a while for the four of us to clean up, so we’ll have to ask the mansion for some help.”

“Is it a mansion?”

Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise. The remaining family members in the mansion were the Shartins, with amber eyes and dark skin.

People are already gossiping that the store is run in partnership with the Shartines, so is it okay to openly bring the Shartines to clean it?

Erne and Henry also looked at Judith with similar thoughts. Was Judith so angry right now that she had lost her senses? Their eyes shook anxiously.

Judith thought the same thing just now, before she saw the store in that state.

‘The Shartins are my weakness, that’s why.’

But I will no longer give the priest an excuse to toy with me just because I brought in the Shaartin family.

‘Since it’s already been revealed, I’ll just reveal it outright. I’m saying that the Shaartins make incense in our shop.’

Now that it’s come to this, let’s tackle it head on.

A blue spark flashed in Judith’s eyes.

* * *

Mia, Tan, and Illure, who had been contacted, showed up carrying a bunch of rags that could be used as rags.

People were murmuring as they watched Judith openly cleaning up by putting the Chartins out there.

“I guess it’s true that they use the Shartins as workers in that house.”

“And that’s not all? You know the cursed mansion? The people who live there.”

“Oh my, it’s scary. But they say it’s a mansion that eats people, so how is everyone still alive?”

He wanted to grab hold of passers-by, nearby merchants, and easy-going Shaartins and ask them all sorts of questions.

However, he couldn’t do so because the frosty Erne was walking around with the sword on her waist visible outside her robe.

“Have you eaten? I thought you hadn’t, so I brought you some light snacks.”

When Cain heard the news, he showed up with the mansion’s servants and helped restore the store.

Thanks to this, the store was almost restored to its original appearance before dark.

However, it is difficult to restore the broken window to its original state today, so for now, we just covered the window frame with curtains.

Inside the incense shop, where a cold wind blew gently. Judith burned incense everywhere in the shop to get rid of the pungent smell of blood.

Cain, who was caught after finishing cleaning and unable to return, sat crumpled on a small chair inside the store.

“Your Majesty, please take a look at this.”

Judith asked Tan to show Cain the threatening letter from the priest that she had brought from the mansion.

“The handwriting here is exactly the same as the graffiti I saw earlier.”

“It looks that way to me too. It’s hard to change a handwriting.”

This meant only one thing.

“The priest has entered the capital. And he is right around us.”

“I don’t understand.”

Cain wiped his face with the palm of his hand.

“Do you know how much the security has been strengthened? We open all the luggage to see if there is anything hidden in it.”

As people flocked there, they might pass through the checkpoints taking advantage of the chaos, so the number of people passing through the gates per day was limited.

Not only that, they also stationed soldiers on the walls to block any chance of anyone coming in through the holes in the walls.

“But how on earth did they manage to get into the capital and do something like this?”

“I came on a quiet night, but it takes a lot of courage to come to a square with so many wanted posters.”

Henry, who happened to be listening to the story, answered Cain’s lament.

“Or maybe you were confident that you wouldn’t get caught.”

As Ern muttered quietly, Tan swallowed hard and carefully raised his hand.

“Oh, by the way, there’s something I didn’t tell you last time.”

Tan opened his mouth hesitantly.

“Actually, I saw someone who looked similar to the face on this wanted poster near Wilbur’s house last time.”

Tan said, holding up the wanted poster, “When did you come here?”

“But why didn’t you say anything?”

When Judith asked, Tan scratched his head.

“His eyes were blue.”

The priest had amber-colored eyes, almost yellow, which was proof that he was a pureblood of the Shartine tribe.

“You can hide the hair with a wig, but you can’t hide the eye color. So I just thought they looked alike.”

“Aren’t they just similar people?”

Cain looked back at Tan and said. Ern and Henry nodded as well.

“Let alone whether it is possible to change eye color, I have never even thought about changing eye color.”

“Me too.”

Judith felt sorry for Cain as he agreed with Henry’s words.

‘There’s no concept of colored lenses here!’

Read Novel Ran(o)vel com

<!–

–>