I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 32



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#32 The best race in terms of appearance (2)

A rumbling sound was heard.

It was more like a chatter than a murmur.

If you listen to the content…

“Chris did a great job.”

“That’s right. You’re not the type of person to lie down like that…”

It was a woman’s voice.

The tone of voice was so regretful that I felt like I had heard it somewhere before.

“This is not the time. I need to pour myself another drink.”

It was the voice of inspiration from Clocell.

His voice was a little bit drunk, so there was a lot of emotion in it.

“Don’t be like that, get up quickly…”

The more I listen, the stranger the atmosphere becomes?

Clossel’s inspired movements were felt in detail.

What I’m holding in my hand right now is alcohol.

Joreuk –

This is the leftovers.

The next action was strange.

“….?”

Why are you turning the glasses?

Clocelle began to crouch down.

It was a movement so sincere that it even felt reverent.

“….?”

Is this inspiration tank crazy…

The body was hunched over once more.

I opened my eyes slightly, still lying there.

“….”

Shudder.

“you…?”

Swish –

I got up and looked around, and it was a sight to behold.

The place where I was lying was a world of flowers, and there was even an ancestral rite table in front of me.

Even the elves gathered in groups of three or five and chatting.

“….There is no separate Sanggatjip.”

A moment of still silence fell.

“…..”

“….”

And then a tremendous cheer went up.

“Wow!”

“The ritual was a success!!”

“The one who made the branches bloom has risen!!”

The ritual was successful···?

It wasn’t just the elves who were excited.

Even the spirits of the elves who had gathered around the ancestral rite table were in high spirits.

I don’t know what they did, but the souls were in very good condition.

He looked full and his expression was filled with satisfaction.

Paramon walked towards me with a satisfied look on his face.

“This time, you opened your eyes right away.”

“….Is that so?”

Surprisingly, unlike last time, my eyes didn’t hurt.

I thought I would have to keep my eyes closed for a while.

“I tried to do what you did. Fortunately, it seems to have worked.”

“…yes?”

It was a pretty decent ancestral rite table.

The food was neatly arranged and the location of the table was perfect.

Looking at what Clocell just did, the procedure wasn’t bad.

Thanks to that, the elf’s soul seems to have been very comfortable.

But does performing a ritual make the curse’s aftereffects disappear?

This is the first time I’ve heard of it.

As I was touching my eyes in confusion, an elf spirit slipped by.

Swish –

A soul touching the area near its eyes as if trying to convey something.

“…yes?”

The finger of the soul pointed at the elves.

“Huh… This works?”

It seems that he prayed earnestly for something while performing the ritual.

Maybe that was my recovery.

“Did the elders do it?”

The spirits nodded.

So, to summarize, it’s like this.

The elves performed a sacrifice, and it was amazingly well-formed.

It seemed that the spirits who happened to receive the ancestral rites had heard the hearts of the elves.

They must have relieved the backlash against the curse.

“…Has the ancestral gods answered my prayers?”

Is it possible to worship your ancestors by chance?

The soul raised its hand and pointed to the World Tree.

“her…”

There were a large number of spirits sitting and resting on the tree.

Since it is a large shrine, there is no place more comfortable than that.

“There’s a lot going on.”

Very rarely.

There is a saying that goes like this, although it is harder to see these days.

‘If you make a wish toward a zelkova tree, it will come true.’

There are times when the spirits, appreciating your sincerity, will provide help.

Could this be seen as a reward for helping the World Tree?

***

“Okay, I’ll tell you all kinds of fortunes!!”

Groan groan –

“If you want to make money, come here! If you need love, come here too!”

As soon as the mat was laid, it was a huge success.

Having become the elf’s benefactor, I took the elves with me wherever I went.

As I explored the city, elves would gather around me, and whenever I ate, one or two more dishes would always be added to my plate.

She became a popular shaman.

Thanks to this, the number of elves gathered around the mat was enormous.

“Ahem, so what are you curious about?”

A beautiful elf sat in front of me.

Green eyes and a tall nose.

Neat eyebrows and red lips.

Physiographically, it was a very pretty face.

It was actually very pretty.

“Hmm…”

Elves’ concerns were very different from those of humans.

Basically, this race is finished off with the appearances.

They were all beautifully symmetrical, and there was not a single sharp part from the forehead to the chin.

It is harmony itself.

Physiognomy focuses on ‘living as you are born’.

And so far, the elves feel like they really are harmonious.

The problem is that even the fortune is harmonious because it is harmonious.

This is a very tricky part.

“I want to be a leaf that protects the branch.”

“Hmm…”

Daughter –

When I shook the bell, a fortune came out.

But it was unusually vague.

“If we continue like this, it seems like things might be okay…”

“…Really?”

His eyes sparkled.

It’s natural to feel happy about being able to do what you want, but…

The problem is···.

Can this even be considered a problem?

“thank you!”

A beautiful elf moved away and another beautiful elf took her place.

As expected, the appearance is harmonious and the energy is also harmonious.

And it’s very pretty.

A slightly young-looking elf asked with sparkling eyes.

“I want to make the elf forest pretty.”

I knew what kind of fortune telling would come out.

Daughter –

I shook the bell and it felt just right.

This elf will also be able to achieve what he wants without any problems.

This is precisely the problem.

Since I live a long life and my fortune is harmonious, anything goes smoothly.

It may not be easy for someone so outstanding to emerge, but…

Anyway, no matter who comes and gets their fortune told, the results are similar.

“Since we are a species close to nature, we will be able to achieve it without any problems.”

“thank you!!”

There is no point in reading fortunes like this.

The essence of fortune telling is to teach you how to avoid misfortune and live a little more happily.

What’s the point of telling people who are already happy that they will be happy?

Even elves are not greedy and do not ask for much.

Humans want things like more money, greater fame, and beautiful women, but elves don’t have any of that.

“Wow…what the heck is this…”

There is no resentment or greed.

All the things I wished for were good and without any evil aspects.

Just live well, and you will be blessed if you live well.

It was exactly this kind of race.

“This is really ridiculous…”

Then a man came and sat in front of me.

“Ahem…Chris…?”

I frowned.

Because the one sitting in front was Hans.

“Why are you sitting here?”

“Aren’t you going to look at my fortune after all…?”

“I don’t look at the same industry.”

Hans tried to get up with a sullen face, but then sat down again.

“I heard last time that fortune telling and physiognomy are different… Is that even…?”

“You don’t need a mirror?”

“yes?”

“You don’t live as you are, you become as you live…”

“What does that mean?”

Literally, the appearance of the face is called physiognomy.

There are people whose appearance does not change, but for whom other things change.

This is a great characteristic of true priests who, like Hans, pursue a righteous life.

“You are a person who lives by your imagination, not by your appearance.”

“…your heart?”

“Okay. Don’t worry about your face and go work on your heart.”

“Last time, you said you lived as you were born…?”

I’m sure I’ve told you that story before.

I was annoyed so I just gave a vague answer and let it slide…

“Impression is not about appearance, but the expression that comes from the heart. A priest should have a good impression. What good is having a good physiognomy? Should we worship God only according to his appearance?”

“ah….”

Hans, who had been thinking about something, nodded and got up.

Yes, it is rewarding when you see fortune telling and find the right path.

In Hans’ case, I didn’t look at the dots though.

Hans came over, holding five coppers in his hand, to put them in the money box.

“I don’t need a fortune teller. I didn’t even look at the fortune teller, so…”

“No… that’s not it… you have to include this.”

“I told you it’s not necessary?”

Hans hesitated and thought about it for a while, then finally put the money in the box.

“I don’t want to become like you, Master… I don’t want to suffer that bad luck.”

“her…”

It seems that he ended up having a lot of trouble after taking away the old school sword.

Looking at Hans, who is shaking his head, it seems that Mr. Klein is in quite a lot of pain.

“They say that if you eat the lottery tickets, you’ll have bad luck… Next!”

The elf who sat down this time was an unexpected person.

“Lord Romenel…?”

It’s very pretty.

When I looked at Hans’ face and then at Romenel’s face, I felt my heart being purified.

Romenel opened his mouth with a warm smile.

“Who is currently residing in the World Tree’s body?”

***

The empty eyes stared into space.

There was no expression on their faces as their hands and feet were tied.

There were also some who were drooling like they had lost their minds.

“Almost everyone associated with the World Tree has become like this.”

“….”

There was a quiet silence.

There were a lot of people gathered, but not a single sound could be heard.

A cold voice came from the man standing among them.

“It’s useless.”

“….!”

“But if you do it this way, it will be useful.”

A hand waving the air.

A huge amount of mana swept through his hand.

Brrrr –

All the necromancers watching trembled.

They knew better than anyone what was going on.

Because that magic was the magic that was their identity.

“Cough…!”

Painful groans came from those whose hands and feet were bound.

The body shrank and the skin flowed off.

The skin peeled off and fell to the floor, along with the flesh inside.

Thump –

Bam –

What was standing there was no longer human.

They are called undead, not humans, because they are just bones left standing there.

“Use it as you see fit.”

“….Yes, I understand.”

“There seems to be a problem with the World Tree. I should go check it out.”