The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 28
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#28. Slave Market (3)
Cedric followed the instructions, doubting his own eyes.
From the moment he saw the guard standing right in front of the fourth ventilation shaft, he couldn’t help but believe it. He suppressed his shock and knocked the guard down.
“Ugh!”
Cedric shoved the unconscious guard into the ventilation shaft, disguising himself with the hat and gear he was wearing.
The stolen glass bottle was kept carefully in his arms.
“Hey, newbie!”
Cedric flinched and turned his head.
“Stop standing around and follow me quickly. One of the slaves who was just captured escaped and seems to be out of his mind.”
“A slave?”
“Yeah. He got out by bending the bars like a monster. If you see anyone suspicious while patrolling, report it immediately.”
“All right.”
He nodded and followed the veteran guard.
That was when.
=Cedric, please don’t panic and listen carefully.
Cedric’s body stopped unnaturally at the sound of Justinas’ voice suddenly ringing in his ears.
“Newbie? Is there a problem?”
“…no.”
He tried to remain calm.
=We’re going to be looking for someone to go up to the auction house soon. Volunteer. Then, you’ll go back to the 4th floor where you were before and lead the slaves.
“Oh, right. I have to lead the slaves to the auction house later. Do you want to give it a try, rookie?”
“…yes.”
“Okay. Then let’s go down to the 4th basement level. I’ll teach you how to lead.”
The veteran said happily and stepped onto the stairs leading to the fourth basement floor.
The basement, lit by torches, was pitch dark. Cedric swallowed.
Justin’s instructions follow.
=Once you reach the 4th floor, subdue the guards and free the slaves. And then… .
“Okay, this is the fourth floor. Next, with the key- kkkk!”
Bang!
When I hit the veteran’s head with my fist, he falls down with a crunching sound.
=You just need to activate the magic scroll I prepared for you in advance.
Cedric quickly took out a magic scroll.
The scroll that Justinas had personally crafted was densely packed with intricate patterns. It was an advanced magic that he, a layman in magic, could only barely activate.
‘What kind of magic is this?’
Just a moment of doubt.
Cedric, who had come to trust Justinas through a series of events, poured his magic power into him without hesitation.
Then-
Pubbubububu!
A loud explosion filled the basement.
***
“Your ticket has been confirmed. I will show you to the VIP seats.”
Izumi, who received a ticket from Duke Villa, easily succeeded in infiltrating as a guest.
Brown hair and green eyes. A very common combination, no one would have thought he was a hero of public interest.
‘You told me to sneak out and open the door once the auction started, right?’
Izumi put the ticket back in her pocket and looked around.
The people wearing silk clothes were all wearing masks that covered more than half of their faces. The dark hall and the champagne placed at each seat reminded me of a decadent establishment that I had only seen in dramas.
“Ugh… .”
This is inconvenient.
Although he had spent the past 21 years as a vagabond, Izumi was a model student who had walked the path of righteousness. That innate temperament did not change even after his previous life.
‘Would something like that be good?’
It’s a business where people buy and sell other people.
No matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand it.
“What kind of finger food would you like me to prepare?”
“Okay. It doesn’t pull.”
Izumi, who had bitten the waiter who had approached her, rested her chin on one side and stared at the empty stage. Her mind was filled with only Justinas.
“No matter what anyone says, Izumi-sama is a warrior chosen by the Lord. I have complete faith in Izumi-sama.”
His face turned red.
Justinas is truly mysterious.
Always gentle and kind.
Even when someone provokes someone that would make anyone angry, instead of getting angry, he embraces the other person with compassion.
You can’t help but feel weak in front of such a person. Furthermore, the moment you learn of her actions, you will simply be in awe of her, thinking that she was noble from birth.
Rather, it is so pure and beautiful that I even suspect that she is thinking something else inside.
That’s also true. It’s hard to believe that there really are people who are all just good-willed. Choosing the latter between the easy path and the right path was extremely difficult.
‘Besides, the characters who usually have their eyes closed are the masterminds… … .’
The formula of a seemingly good-looking pope or saint being the mastermind has now become a cliché. Izumi let her imagination run wild.
‘Can’t you actually see ahead?’
It turns out that the weak saintess is a scheming character who controls everything.
“Well, that can’t be true.”
It is said that it has been ten years since Justina became a saint.
How can someone pretend to be blind and live for 10 years? It’s impossible unless you’re a graduate student.
He slumped back in his chair, his head covered, his fluffy brown hair sticking out from the static electricity.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience! Please pay attention as our first auction of the day will follow shortly!”
Soon the spotlight on the stage turned on and the host appeared. Izumi half-closed her eyes and focused on the sound she was hearing.
‘Explosion, explosion, explosion… … .’
Focus all your attention on hearing.
The noise of glasses clinking. The rustling of movements. The host talking into the microphone. The dirty conversations being shared in hushed tones.
In the midst of the deafening noise, an explosion was heard coming from deep underground.
Izumi opened her eyes wide.
“what?”
“It seems like a weak earthquake.”
“Nothing special, right?”
Terra is a country with frequent earthquakes.
Even though the ground shook slightly, neither the host nor the guests seemed to have any intention of getting up from their seats, only pausing for a moment.
Izumi pressed the button after the shaking had completely stopped. Then, the waiter who had been waiting by the door approached him.
“Did you call?”
“Canapés, please?”
“All right.”
The waiter falls from the door.
Izumi, who had confirmed her back, stood up from her seat. The VIP seats were in a box separate from the other seats, so they wouldn’t stand out.
He walked out quietly and pretended to go to the bathroom, then opened the latch of the side door, which was tightly locked.
‘Mission accomplished.’
To this extent, it was a perfect crime.
Izumi, who had neatly turned his hand, returned to his seat. The waiter who had returned soon brought him a canapé and then went to stand by the door.
Perhaps because it was dark, the waiter didn’t seem to realize that the lock was unlocked.
The corners of Izumi’s mouth went up.
***
“Your Majesty, today’s gathering was a success. It’s the highest attendance rate among high-ranking officials in recent times.”
The highest point of the auction house.
Ricardo, sitting alone in the VVIP seat, smiled with satisfaction as he listened to his subordinate’s report.
“Of course. Even the warrior is interested in this auction house.”
He felt very good.
Not only did the crown prince’s tyranny tie up the saint’s feet, but even the newly selected warrior is in the same state.
Looking down, I could vaguely see a brown-haired man sitting in a bad posture.
‘This is the end of what you gave me.’
You will pay the price for choosing such an incompetent person as your apostle.
He laughed heartily and crossed his legs.
‘By the way, Changcheon has been quiet lately. Is he active underwater?’
Demon King’s Army, Sacheon.
The most recent of these is Hocheon, the Lord of Plagues.
… before it could even function properly, that damn saint ruined it.
“Tsk.”
Ricardo clicked his tongue as unpleasant memories came to mind. He shook his head and his sleek black hair fell out.
“His Highness the Crown Prince will not be attending the auction today?”
“That is… … .”
The human who was in charge of his assistance stammered as if he found it difficult to speak.
“It seems that you are still staying in the same room as the saintess.”
“Really? Leave it as is.”
“Yes? Haona.”
The man said in confusion.
“Even though you are the Crown Prince, His Majesty will not stay still if he finds out that you touched the Saintess. Shouldn’t you stop him?”
“Why would Your Majesty listen to me? Don’t worry about it.”
“That’s true, but… … .”
Ricardo turned his head and felt inwardly satisfied.
I thought the crown prince was just sitting there, but it turned out that the brainwashing wasn’t going away, it was getting better and he was toying with the saintess. It was a good thing.
‘If we swallow up the country like this-‘
The branch office becomes the territory of the Demon Tribe.
It was around the time when he was working hard on the happiness circuit.
Kwakwakwakwang!
Ricardo jumped up, startled by the loud explosion. He looked down and saw armed soldiers pouring in through an open door.
‘It’s the Royal Army!’
He opened his mouth after checking the soldier’s uniform.
Then a loud shout was heard.
“Capture all the seated guests!”
It was a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
Looking down, I saw a blond man dressed in a neat uniform.
“Not a single one should be missed! Prove your bravery!”
His red eyes shone with such intelligence that ten years of brainwashing seemed to pale in comparison.
Ricardo’s eyes widened.
Something went wrong.
And very firmly too.