Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 38



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Episode 38

Jincheol stared blankly at the burning blade. He was sure that the intense light and heat were in his hand.

It was wrapped, but inside it was just warm. This is some kind of psychic, no.

Since it’s sunlight, is it a solar blade?

“What is this?”

While Jincheol was mumbling absentmindedly, Cassian opened his eyes wide as if they were going to burst and looked at the light.

was looking at the blade.

“Why, the blade of the sun… how on earth…?”

His gaze slowly turned to Jincheol’s face. He looked at his hand in surprise.

Jincheol, who was watching, flinched when he felt the gaze. In the depths of Cassian’s eyes,

It was because a light was leaking out that was difficult to guess the meaning of.

Jincheol instinctively touched his face. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask.

The face may not have been revealed, but anyway, I am the only flesh-colored person in this city right now.

That’s it? This is fucked up.

At that moment, the burning blade that had been shining in Jincheol’s hand subsided. The heat that had been burning fiercely

The tattoo on his arm, which had been glowing yellow, also lost its luster and turned black. Light

The blade of the sword died down as if what had just been burning was a lie.

But Jincheol could feel it instinctively. The blade was still embedded in his arm.

Oh, there it was. How can I call it again, the shape of the blade really cuts the enemy.

I don’t know if it was for that purpose or why my left hand was fine even in the burning heat.

There were many parts, but the hot feeling from the tattoo, skin, and the blood vessels underneath

The heat was evident.

The blade of flame was sleeping on his left arm.

“Damn, it’s not even the Black Flame Dragon in the Left Hand… What the hell are you doing all of a sudden…”

The people there were all speechless and just looked at Jincheol. Only Hi

Tawa and Peran each have an expression of mystery and doubt, not just simple surprise.

It was. It seemed like both of them had something to ask Jincheol once they got out of here.

Only the child who came to his senses at that moment ran over and kicked Cassian who was kneeling down.

“Hey, you little punk! Are you really crazy? Attack from behind!”

“Ugh!”

Aiman ​​began to step on the fallen Cassian. The small-sized Camponi

He wondered how much he could step on, but he stepped on the technique with both feet in a flashy manner.

He thoroughly trampled every nook and cranny of Cassian’s body. Cassian couldn’t even breathe properly.

But Jincheol had to feel a little creepy there, because it was like that.

Even as he was being trampled, Cassian’s eyes glowed more and more dangerously.

It was because I was chasing the appearance. A pseudo-fanatic who had gone a bit crazy

It felt like the gaze of a cult leader, so my spine felt cold. What the hell. Why?

That’s what it looks like.

Meanwhile, Jincheol saw Cassian’s nose broken and bleeding profusely and said.

“Child, stop it. Let’s go now.”

“Huh? Let’s go out? I have to mess with this guy more···”

“There’s no time for that. If we linger here any longer, that guy, Gugban, might die.

“It is.”

“···Are you okay?”

Jincheol shrugged his shoulders and walked away. It hadn’t even been half a day since he came in.

It wasn’t working, but I was already sick of this underground. Whether it was sunlight or moonlight.

I needed some light and air from outside.

Aiman ​​looked at Jincheol’s back with sparkling eyes as before, then quickly turned around.

He kicked the chin inside. The child whispered as he watched him fall over with an ugh sound.

“You are excommunicated from the Order. If you ever see me again, I will have your head cut off.”

“···Kuhehe. To expel a knight, you need the consent of three members or the captain···”

“If I tell you about your corruption today, all the members will agree. You have become this dirty in three years.

“I didn’t know that. What a disappointment, Cassian.”

Aiman ​​followed Jincheol, leaving only those words behind. The other group members also followed them.

Then it started to move.

Only Ferran stopped in front of Cassian, picked something up from the floor, and then put him down.

I saw it all. Cassian, who was spitting blood on the floor, looked up at her.

“You, the warrior of Antera···”

“Choose one of the two.”

“what?”

“Either make today’s incident public and expose your evidence manipulation, or just keep quiet and move on.

Either way. If you choose the former, Antara and the city council will completely destroy you.

“I’m afraid. Your recent remarks have been increasingly crossing the line.”

“···Antera joining forces with the market? The seven administrators’ families? That makes sense-”

“Why do you think I am here?”

Cassian’s face hardened at her words.

“Could it be that the head of Antera is···?”

Ferran, who had been looking down at Cassian with cold eyes, soon began to walk.

She put the object she had picked up a moment ago into her bosom. Behind her, Cassian was doing something.

He was in shock and lowered his head, lost in deep thought.

Morel quickly walked up to Ferran and whispered.

“Are you okay, Sister?”

“what.”

“You don’t know about this, my lord? But even if you sell your name like that···”

“You fool, this is a bluff. When did I say I was under the command of the Lord?

“The child understood it all by himself.”

“···If I get caught with that, I’ll be in big trouble···”

Morel muttered uneasily and looked back.

The temple warriors were lying around, their bodies shattered, and Cassian lay among them, bleeding.

They were dripping. Their white clothes were stained with blood and dust. That

The corners of Bon Morel’s mouth curved into a slight smile.

“···I think it’ll be okay.”

Morel watched them for a moment, then quickly turned around and ran as the group moved away.

*

The original plan was to take Shiol out on a merchant ship right after breaking out Mr. Parm.

But from the moment we secured Gugban, the real killer of Berdo Bell, it was our top priority.

The order of things changed to save him for now.

After the party passed through the underground city – Udim really memorized the route, and Jindallae no longer

I didn’t activate the spider tanks – I went out to the docks of Sioux and went straight to the barber shop.

It was because the nearest doctor’s office was too far away. It was a small

This was the only place I could find sharp knives, clean needles, bandages, and the like.

Morel gave a lot of silver coins to the barber who was surprised to see a large group of people gathered late at night.

He gave him a rat and chased him out. The barber was elated at the thought of robbing the bar all night.

He left with a face. And Jincheol, who saw that face, thought. In this barbershop, there is a beard.

I guess I shouldn’t cut it.

Mr. Parm cleared away the table in the back room of the barbershop and placed a guguban on it.

After putting it up, he shouted briefly at the group milling around in the room.

“Everyone get out except Morel!”

“Yes? Why me···?”

“You have to help me.”

“Uh, I am that···”

“If they had given him emergency treatment right in prison, it would have been okay, but this guy is in bad shape right now.

“I can’t do it. I need your help.”

“Oh, yes. If that’s what you say, teacher···”

Morel ‘Mr.’? It’s a strangely unpleasant title. Jincheol thought as he went outside.

The small barbershop was crowded with people.

“···”

But there was no voice compared to the crowd. The group was all in the barbershop here and there.

He was lying down and speechless. Jincheol was causing a commotion in the basement with the bandages he had brought from inside.

I wrapped my arms, which were wounded here and there. The bleeding had already stopped and the scabs had formed.

But I thought it would be better than just revealing it outside.

Then, Haita came over and took her hand. When Jincheol saw her, he saw that the guy was alive.

He showed a shy smile and wrapped the bandage. His hands were quite sharp compared to his smile.

It was long.

At that moment, Harmen, who was looking at it, moved suddenly. Udim, who saw that, said.

“Where are you going?”

“···I need to check if there’s anything to eat in the kitchen.”

“Let me go too.”

The two pirates who had followed them like a hawk also moved into the inner corridor following them. After a while

Udim returned carrying a bowl full of bread.

“What about the others?”

“I said I’d eat inside. I felt the Camponi eyes were too much of a burden.”

“···Ahem.”

Hearing Aiman’s embarrassed cough, Udim handed the bread bowl to the group,

Everyone who was there received one and ate it. The intense battle in the underground

No one refused the bread, perhaps because everyone was hungry due to the hardships.

Jincheol, who had been eating bread in silence for a long time, suddenly spoke as if he had remembered something.

“What is the Knights Templar?”

“···”

It was a passing remark, but Aiman ​​and Haita’s hands stopped. Ferran’s eyes also stopped.

It got sharp. Only the indifferent Udim was slaughtering the bread without a care.

Aiman ​​took the bread he was eating from his mouth and sighed.

“···I forgot that you have good ears. After all, you can hear the breathing of someone far away.

“It’s the extent of it, so there’s no way I didn’t hear that. Yeah, I should tell you since you said you’d tell me everything.”

He shook his head slightly, then looked at Jincheol and continued speaking slowly.

“···Our ‘Knights of the Crown of Understanding’ are not very united, nor do they have strong coercive power.

It’s a group that can’t be led. It’s more like a social gathering. As you’ve already seen,

Not only do they not communicate with each other, but they also spit on the Knights’ promise of mutual benefit.

“Because there are quite a few cases where it breaks.”

He scratched his chin as if embarrassed.

“You might say that it’s a ‘group’ or a ‘knights’ order… but still, it’s a member of the knights’ order.

They all share the same purpose and pledge to pursue that purpose throughout their lives.

“They are lambs.”

“What does that mean?”

“···‘Harmonious coexistence through mutual understanding among all people.’”

Jincheol, who was eating bread, let out a hollow laugh.

“The meaning is so lofty, and the fact that Cassian was a member of that unit is trustworthy.

“The water is dripping.”

“Casian was definitely a member who had some say since he joined. But the leader

Several members, including him, interviewed him directly and allowed him to join the group, and the reason was that

The point is that he has a strong affection for his people as much as he has a power-oriented side.

Well, in the Knights Templar, he has a broader perspective on the world through interactions with other members.

If I have Ya, won’t that love be directed towards all the citizens of Shiol?

I had high hopes···”

Jincheol said, looking at the child’s somewhat gloomy expression.

“The child was the only interviewer.”

“···Yes. In fact, we exchanged letters for a few years after joining the company and met up occasionally.

It seemed like things were going as planned, but recently his comments have become increasingly stronger.

He didn’t even reply to my letter after the break. I didn’t ask him to take out Harmen.

That’s why too… I’m embarrassed. The older I get, the more doubts I have rather than confidence.

“There is no other reason for losing. It is because you failed to that extent.”

The child who said that looked as deeply tired and exhausted as the depression.

The face of an old man who couldn’t win. When Haita saw that, he quickly went over to the side and sat down under the chair.

I sat down and leaned against his arm. Fortunately, that alone brightened Aiman’s face a little.

“Then it was also the Knights’ job to investigate that gathering of meditation?”

“Yes. I received a letter from my friends in the East, disguised as an old academic organization.

But the content was that they were looking for people whose true identity was unclear. They were academics.

Contrary to their disguise as a group, they are very passionate about erasing historical records and data.

It was a story that was extremely suspicious because it seemed like they didn’t care about the means and methods there.”

Jincheol tilted his head. East?

“Isn’t the tribe in the south?”

“The commonly known homeland is the Tribe, but they also have strongholds in the east.

It looks like it. Even in this case, wasn’t there a hand that permeated Siol?

That guy named Gugban, he’ll have a lot to explain if he survives. I know it well.

I wonder how many there will be, though.”

Shit. What the hell are these guys doing? Suddenly, I remembered what Jindallae said at the end.

All right. Beware of the guy who calls himself ‘Emperor’?

It’s clear that he’s talking about the sacred bloodline of a forgotten empire or something.

It was. So, even in this day and age, there are still people who look like Jincheol.

But those guys who are called meditation are erasing human traces. Means

And regardless of the method. So if the two meet, will they fight?

“···No. On the contrary, it could be a subordinate organization trying to erase the records.”

“what?”

“No. Thank you for explaining it clearly.”

Aiman ​​shook his head.

“It wasn’t any information that was specifically hidden. As I said, the Knights Templar are more of a social group, and

There are only three or four active members. Most of the rest just have their names listed.

It’s just that much. Some people even think of it as an excuse to just get together and drink.

Okay… um. That’s what I’m saying…

“You want me to join too?”

Aiman ​​smiled faintly.

“What do you think?”

Jincheol also smiled and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Aiman.”

“···Keum. It’s okay. I didn’t expect much. You’ve already learned swordsmanship from Geomheon.

“Aren’t you a rich man? If it goes this far, my reputation will be… Ahem.”

He stood up quietly, looking embarrassed, and spoke as he headed toward the inner hallway.

“These guys, how much do they eat that they are stuck there and won’t come out···”

As soon as the child disappeared, the barbershop became quiet again. Jeong-jeong, it became quiet.

No, because there was a sound of Udim killing bread.

Jincheol handed him the bread he was eating.

“Eat this too.”

“why?”

“I have no appetite.”

“You have no appetite? Is it already time for you to die?”

“Be quiet, man.”

As he was beating Udim like that, one person who had been quiet until now opened his mouth.

It was.

“I have a question, too. Is it okay if I ask?”

It was Ferran. And her eyes were fixed on Jincheol’s left arm. To be exact,

I was looking at the series of long and short straight lines tattooed around his left arm. Heh heh.

How can I explain this without getting stabbed by people calling it blasphemy?

“What, what is this…”

“Guardian Cassian saw it and said it was the blade of the sun. That was the old legend of Scyll.

It’s the sword that appears in the game. It defeats the army of winter snow and ice and the pale

“The holy sword that split the gray sky and brought summer.”

What the hell, you’re talking about something that’s making my head spin again. Jincheol unconsciously rubbed his temples.

He said, touching her.

“That’s not it. Why would I have such a relic in my hands?”

“I don’t know the details because I haven’t studied ancient history in depth. But that castle

The day the sword returns, the curse of winter will raise its pale banner again and take its white

It was only when I raised the Color Army. And… the winter curse was already born 19 years ago.

“It happened.”

Jincheol looked at her with absurd eyes. Now even this woman is talking crazy.

Do you want to call your own daughter that?

“What are you trying to say?”

“Have you met the Holy Spirit?”

“···”

They call the power plant a temple and worship the furnace as a god, so what I’m talking about now is

The Holy Spirit had no choice but to be AI Jindallae speaking.

Suddenly, he sees himself being pushed onto the stage by a group of crazy cult members.

This was drawn. A crazy ear who enjoys locking people in an underground prison and dismembering their limbs.

The spiritual leader of the cult. The 121st century’s cult leader. What a shitty title. Somehow

I feel like I should show Said some levitation.

How can I say this so I don’t get involved with these guys?

“The Holy Spirit she speaks of is the demon she met back then, Jincheol. Space.

“That woman who distorted and twisted time.”

Then a new person who had been quietly listening intervened. A clear and clear voice. Hi.

It was a hit.