I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 91



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#91 Precious things have owners (1)

“Chris, eat breakfast.”

“Wow!”

“Luna, your teeth are growing too, so let’s start by eating vegetables.”

“peel!”

Serena’s food is amazing.

When I woke up, there was morning.

It was very peaceful.

“Do I…do I have mine too?”

Aluard, with a pale face, approached the table.

“Come and eat.”

“article!”

“Luna, did you have a peaceful night?”

“Gyah.”

He released Luna and sat her on his lap.

A mouth that was tightly shut even though it contained a piece of vegetable.

It was clear that he was showing a desire to peck on the cheek.

“I’ll give you some food after you eat.”

“Aww…!”

There’s no way I can start the day with a snack.

When I turned my shoulders, I felt my body become lighter.

“Has it disappeared a little?”

My shoulder has been hurting for the past few days, maybe because of the cold.

My shoulders feel loose after doing some light stretching last night.

It couldn’t be helped that the area around the shrine was still gloomy.

“It’s all because of the evil spirits.”

When the living people were driven out, the dead gathered like a market street.

Because of the jangseung, they couldn’t come close and were surrounded by them.

There was no reaction, as if there was no intention of chasing away the jangseungs.

“It’s been a while since I had a vacation.”

“Chris needs to rest a bit.”

“It was time to take a break.”

At that moment, the head slid down towards the table.

– …..

“customer?”

Nod.

“Last night?”

Nod.

“You’re coming again now?”

I turned my head following the gesture and saw people walking towards me.

Our inspirations and one dwarf.

They said they were friends, so it looks like the three of them came together.

“Lower!”

“Serena, do you have any more food?”

“I’ll make more.”

After a while, the elders came to say hello.

“We’re here!”

“I also found out what you asked for.”

It seemed like Pharamon Inspiration had gone missing and gone out to find out.

I asked you to investigate the orcs a while ago.

The inspirations and dwarves sitting at the table very naturally.

I think your name was Dzant?

Anyway, Dzant’s eyes were turned towards Serena.

“High Elf.”

“that’s right.”

Unknown eyes directed at me.

It was similar to when he asked me what I was doing.

“I brought the dishes you asked for.”

He took the bag that Dzant offered him rudely and immediately put his hand inside.

“It is as you said, Clocell.”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“How on earth is that possible?”

Even if you ask like that, there’s no real answer.

I had a guess, but it was very difficult to explain.

I felt the bowls at my fingertips and took them out, and I was left in awe.

A curved line.

Beautiful engraved patterns.

And the shapes are almost exactly what I had imagined.

“That’s amazing…”

“Dwarven things are always of the highest artistic quality.”

To this extent, it was more than enough to set up a table.

Rather, it’s something that’s a bit excessive.

“I want to see Bangul as promised.”

“sure.”

Dzant stares at me intently as I try to catch the drop and hand it to him.

His face was written with the emotion, ‘What are you doing?’

“Put it on the table.”

“….?”

“It is polite not to touch other people’s valuables without permission.”

As expected of a blacksmith, he had firm thoughts about his items.

A look that even makes you feel the craftsman’s consideration.

As soon as he put the drop down on the table, Dzant leaned his head against it and began to observe.

“Hoo…”

“Hey, Dzant, don’t just admire it all by yourself. Explain it to me.”

At Clocell’s urging, Dzant opened his mouth as if he was annoyed.

“It’s very strong. It must be stronger than the sword you used, Paramon.”

“Is that all? Are there any more?”

“It looks lighter than Mithril. I don’t even know what kind of metal this is.”

A metal that even dwarves don’t know about.

Honestly, I don’t know much about bells since I just got my hands on them suddenly.

It’s just a weapon given to me.

“It is metal and yet not metal.”

“…then?”

“Don’t you get hit by Banshee or Specter?”

Of course, they were objects that struck even the wandering souls.

“As I said before, it was like this from the beginning. Just like a tree grows into the shape of a tree.”

“Hoo…”

Clocell’s eyes sparkled with interest.

Me too.

Dzant turned his gaze towards me.

“Where did this come from?”

At that moment, I was wondering what to say.

“It’s done. If it’s difficult, you don’t have to say anything.”

They were a race that had a strong sense of etiquette towards objects and their owners.

It seemed like he was only curious about the stuff and had no intention of digging further.

While Dzant was examining the drops, Pharamon opened his mouth.

“That’s the orc I was talking about before.”

“yes.”

“All the orcs within the empire have disappeared. To be exact, they are disappearing.”

“It’s disappearing?”

If you think about it, a similar attack was made.

It felt like a lost soul finding its way back to its rightful place.

“There’s information that they’re all heading somewhere. We’re tracking where they’re going.”

“Hmm…”

“I failed to identify the orc you mentioned, Gulag.”

It wasn’t an easy task.

How would humans know the names of orcs and track them?

To them, they are just monsters.

This time, it was Mr. Clocell who opened his mouth.

“Didn’t you open the necromancer’s subspace pocket last time?”

“Yes, it was.”

“We’ve got a lot of clues there. We’re deciphering the code.”

I emptied quite a few pockets.

We’ve collected all the dead necromancer’s pouches, so there should be some clues among them.

“The clues all showed the same pattern. I was able to deduce the source as well.”

“Where is it?”

“It’s the Harp Kingdom.”

It is a country at one end of the continent.

A place connected to the sea.

It was a kingdom renowned for maritime trade.

“There were a lot of things made there.”

“Hmm…the sea…the sea…”

Something feels familiar.

I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere.

“Right, there’s water?”

“Do you know anything?”

“Last time I caught that guy named Berthe, there was a strong smell of blood, right?”

“Hoh… Since you say so, I guess it’s related. Is that the guy they took away?”

The inspirations seemed to be interested and listened intently.

“It was the same with the soul of Uncle Hans that we saved last time, it was the same with the World Tree, and it’s the same with this incident.”

“Please continue speaking.”

“It had more to do with the soul than magic.”

“Necromancers are the type of people who originally do that…”

At first, I thought so too.

But isn’t it strange?

He corrupted the souls, turned them into lace, and covered the world tree with a blanket.

This time, he used blue fire to charm the spirits around him.

It was too magical a method to be passed off as magic.

When I said this, the old men looked thoughtful and thoughtful.

“….”

“….I see.”

The inspirations exchange glances.

As expected from people who have been through battle, they seemed to have figured out something.

“That sorcery you mentioned? Didn’t you assume it was an orc’s?”

“that’s right.”

“He also said he met an orc who could read it.”

“That orc you asked me to do.”

I don’t know if Gulag could read it, but he was said to be a descendant of Shaman, so the connection was deep.

“I wonder if necromancers are the ones capturing those orcs.”

Are the orcs hiding somewhere to avoid the necromancers?

It sounded credible, but it didn’t feel right.

It means that there is nothing that fits perfectly.

“If we assume that what Berthe did in the water was witchcraft, then it makes sense that they captured her.”

“That explains why there are so many clues related to the Harp Kingdom.”

“Hmm…”

Just as I was about to lose myself in thought again, Old Man Clocell opened his mouth.

“Hey, can you help me?”

“sure.”

That goes without saying.

These are guys who play with our souls, so we can’t just let this go.

If you look at their actions, they are a group of people who are the epitome of disgust.

It defiles the soul of the deceased and insults the body.

Even groups that serve evil spirits such as the Demon Clan.

“Soon, envoys will be dispatched to the Harp Kingdom.”

“Can I go there with you?”

“Come separately from us. There are many things you can’t do if you go officially.”

I wondered why the vacation came, and it was as expected.

Doesn’t this one look pretty difficult?

“We can’t leave yet.”

“Do you have anything to do?”

“The area around the shrine has become too gloomy.”

It was near a graveyard and many evil spirits had gathered there.

The shrine and the jangseung should have stopped it, but it would have been better to leave it like this.

It’s possible that the entire area around your house could turn into a goblin’s nest.

“I think I need to let go of my negative energy for a few days. I did it once yesterday…”

“Don’t worry, we won’t be leaving right away.”

Aluard, who had been eating quietly, coughed.

“I didn’t intervene because they were talking, but the church had already sent someone there.”

“Oh… Now that I think about it, you were also a person who played a hand.”

Aluard scratched his head in embarrassment at Clocell’s words.

“Hans, Klein’s disciple, and the knights set off for that place.”

“Are you going to the same goal in the church?”

“They say that the Harp Kingdom was mentioned during the interrogation of the traitors.”

As expected, the smell I had smelled seemed to be coming from that place.

At that moment, Pharamon took out a crystal ball from his bosom.

– Father, I am reporting to you…

The title of father that I hear.

I looked up at him, wondering if he was the old man’s son, and the old man’s face was stiff as he answered.

The voice too.

“Tell me.”

– Orcs are moving across the Empire’s borders. Not just in one place, but in several.

“Where is your destination?”

– It is still impossible to understand.

“Investigate.”

Light disappearing from the crystal ball.

Are conversations between rich people always that stiff?

By the way, which direction are the orcs heading?

I raised my hand and pointed to a spot after estimating the location of the cliff where I had met Gulag.

“Guys, what happens if you go there?”

“The sea is coming out.”

“It’s a place that borders the Harp Kingdom.”

I can’t even tell how twisted this shaman’s fate is anymore.

“This is fucking crazy.”