The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 66
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The soldier shouted save (66)
Walker’s agent and knight commander, Allen Hower.
As Hazel shouts out her true identity, the chief’s red eyes widen into crescent moons.
“So what Hazel is saying is that Zephel is the rumored blue flash?”
Although he was not a spy for Sunlight, it is true that he was hiding his name and identity as Allen Hower.
It was a situation that was suspicious without any room for excuses.
“… … .”
He looks up at the sharp dagger of the chieftain and holds the sword handle.
Then, the chief, who had been covering his mouth with the back of his hand and mumbling, began to shake his upper body.
“Ha, hahahahahahahaha!”
A chieftain laughing out loud with both hands on his stomach.
Hazel lets out an urgent voice at that sight.
“… … That’s not the time to be laughing like that! Allen Hower, who has joined hands with Sunlight, is right before our eyes… … .”
“Ugh, sorry, Hazel. Allen Hower can’t be a spy.”
“… … Yes? But, as expected, you’ve infiltrated the Masquerid Guild!”
At those words, the chief said with a laugh.
“Of course. I was the one who called Allen Hower to the Masquerade Guild.”
What does that mean?
As I frowned at the unknown English words, the chief smiled and said.
“Let’s talk about the details after we resolve the spy issue. Okay?”
As the chief shrugged his shoulders as if he was on friendly terms with me, Hazel’s face became expressionless.
“… … .”
-widely!
A table was kicked towards us.
Hazel, who was trying to quickly run out the door using the overturned table as bait, stops walking.
“If you wanted to hold on to even a little hope, you should have appealed to sympathy instead of running away. Isn’t that right, Hazel?”
As the chief blocking the door smiled, Hazel quickly began to shed tears.
“S, Chief. I, I was fooled too! I was fooled by the promise of a warm place to stay and food… If I had known it would betray others, I would never have done it… … .”
“It’s good to be quick to accept my opinion, but it’s all just a second-best measure to avoid the situation.”
The chief unfolds the parchment he had in his bosom and speaks.
“First-class cleaner, Hazel. You secretly made contact with the cleaner during the mission and were telling us a lot of information. Do you have any comments?”
Hazel frowned openly at those words and clenched her molars.
“I guess these guys don’t care about their lives.”
-widely!
Hazel collapses without even being able to properly clench her teeth, let alone her molars.
The chief, who had struck Hazel on the back of the neck, crouched down and put his finger into Hazel’s mouth.
“You should know that the cleaners hide suicide poison in their mouths. When you see this purple and blue color mixed together… … .”
“Why did you accept me as a member of the Masquerid Guild when you knew my true identity?”
The chief looked at me silently as I interrupted him, then brought his hand to his face.
“I told you, I called you here.”
The leader takes off his white tiger mask and speaks.
“I never dreamed that Galtarang would die and you would come here alone.”
As the silver hair attached to the white tiger mask falls off, the face of a playful-looking woman is revealed.
A charming woman with short black hair and red eyes.
The chief, who showed his bare face and smiled, spoke again while putting on the white tiger mask and silver hair.
“I’ve been preparing a lesson for you, but I came at a bad time. Come with me, and I’ll tell you what you’ve been wondering about.”
As the chief snaps his fingers, masked men appear and drag the unconscious Hazel somewhere.
“What about that janitor? Are you going to interrogate him?”
“That’s right, I’ll make you open your mouth using the interrogation technique that the palace likes. It’s a very horrible interrogation method that uses drugs to make you mentally childish and inflicts pain.”
The chief shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.
“It’s an interrogation method that we also use because its effectiveness is certain.”
A cold smile.
The leader motioned for them to follow him, entered the room, and stretched.
“Hi, good.”
The white tiger mask that seemed uncomfortable until now was thrown away with relief.
I ask the question I was curious about while looking at the unadapted face of the leader.
“Are you wearing a mask to hide your face?”
“No, it’s not the face that’s hidden. It’s something transcendent called the ‘information window.’”
“… Information window?”
“There are warriors who can know information about people just by looking at them. However, it seems that information cannot be easily obtained if they are wearing equipment with ‘secret’ characteristics.”
“You know a lot about warriors.”
“You’re the head of the Mesquerids for nothing. I didn’t accept a warrior as a guild member just to change his hair depending on his mood.”
A term referring to Oh Seo-young who has the ‘customizing’ privilege.
It seemed that he was obtaining information about the hero through her, who was from another world.
“I’ll get straight to the point. I need you to help me.”
“It won’t be difficult. I’ll help if there’s a reasonable compensation for the risk.”
At my words, the chief sticks out his lips with a pouty face.
“He was supposed to be your second teacher, so isn’t it too harsh to ask for compensation?”
“Well, you didn’t claim to be my teacher out of good intentions, did you?”
The chief, who raised the corners of his mouth at my words, raised both hands and declared surrender.
“Okay. I’ll give you the information as compensation once the work is done. You don’t need gold or anything anyway, right?”
“Listen and decide what kind of information it is.”
The leader thought deeply about what I said and said some of the compensation.
“Don’t you want to know why the Lord of Sunlight was investigating your sister?”
“I already knew that. I was looking for the saint, not my sister.”
A parchment that survived the flames that filled the basement.
As I waved it around as if to show it off, the chief smiled bitterly and said.
“I’m sorry, but this isn’t a problem that can end with just finding the saint. Your sister and I are in a pretty dangerous situation.”
“…What does that mean?”
It is said that not only Croa, but also the leader himself is in danger.
Let’s ask again, the chief says with a puzzled expression.
“What, you didn’t know? I thought you knew everything and told me during the first test.”
The leader opens his palm and creates golden flames on it.
“My name is Ranko Masquerid. Like your sister, I am a candidate for sainthood.”
During the first test.
Looking at the leader’s underdeveloped arm muscles, I predicted that he was a wizard or a priest.
‘… … I never thought she would be a saint candidate like Croa.’
Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t know that was shocking.
The chief asks with a small sigh.
“So, are you going to help me or not?”
There was no room to think about anything other than consent.
“I will accept the deal.”
Because considering rejection was something to think about in the next life, not in this one.
* * *
Spent a day at the Masquerade Guild.
I woke up in the bed in the room I had been staying in under the name Zephel, and the area around my head felt empty.
‘Drago’s coat is in a completely different place.’
This time it wasn’t a mistake.
Because the drag coat that was folded on the bed was placed on the table in the room, not on the bed.
‘Men’s hair.’
Short black hair stuck to the coat.
As I left the room and went to the private room where the culprit who stole the clothes was likely to be, I saw the chief eating a rice ball.
“Why are you making that scary face again?”
Short black hair with red eyes.
He shows Drago’s coat to the chief, who asks questions with a calm face and without a mask.
“Why did you sneak into my room and take my clothes?”
Although the thing on the coat was a man’s hair, the reason he thought the chief was the culprit was simple.
Because the only person capable of taking the clothes without being caught by me was the chief.
“Oh, that? I borrowed it for a bit. The cleaners noticed you were in the vagrant village. So I had my men pretend to be Allen Hower.”
It is said that he had his subordinate wear Drago’s coat and disguise himself as Allen Hower.
“I don’t think I’ll become one just by borrowing clothes, right?”
When I ask if it is possible to act like me with just one piece of clothing, the chief laughs and nods to something.
“What do you think people would think if a woman of similar build to me went out wearing that white tiger mask?”
“…I guess I’ll consider you the leader of the Mesqualids.”
“That’s right. If the characteristics are clear, it’s surprisingly easy to be fooled.”
The chief continues speaking, emptying the remaining rice ball into his mouth.
“Still, you’d better be careful. It’s up to the Lord Sunlight to decide whether to believe my disguised subordinate or Hazel’s report that you’re in the vagrant village.”
In the end, it meant that they had done the bare minimum to cover up my actions.
“Can I check one last thing before I help you?”
When asked while wearing Drago’s coat, the chief nodded, wiping his mouth.
“Tell me. What’s your last question?”
“Were you the one who asked Lord Sunlight about Croa’s information?”
Countless pieces of information piled up in the basement of the mansion.
When asked if the information guild that the lord favored was Mesquerid, the leader smiled weakly.
“That’s right, that’s the information I gave you. Masquerid was a loyal dog who couldn’t refuse any of Sunlight’s requests. Well, from today on, he’s freed from his life as a loyal dog.”
“What does that mean?”
“All of the weaknesses of the Mesquerids that Sunlight was holding are going to disappear. … … I feel sorry about my little sister, so I’ll pay a little more in advance as an excuse.”
The chief spreads a piece of parchment on the table from a drawer in the corner.
“This is information I obtained by infiltrating the palace myself. It contains the two things the palace is most wary of.”
Examine the first parchment.
The name written there was one I saw often.
“We already know that the palace is after Lee Hyeonseong.”
A person that the palace is searching for with all its might.
But the leader said something different from what I thought.
“To be exact, it’s not Lee Hyeonseong that the palace is wary of. It’s the special privilege called ‘Save.’”
The real target of the palace is not Lee Hyeon-seong, but Save.
That meant one thing.
“… … So Lee Hyun-seong has that privilege?”
“That’s right. Lee Hyun-seong has the ability to return to the past that he saved. The palace is afraid of that power, not Lee Hyun-seong.”
According to Hye-rin, only one person can have the privilege.
If I were the only one with the ‘save’ privilege, I would be the only one.
‘…Is Lee Hyeon-seong already dead?’
As he exhaled deeply at the unpleasant words, the chief lifted the second parchment.
“The next thing the palace is wary of after ‘Save’ is the Saintess. I don’t know why they’re targeting her. What’s certain is that the Emperor secretly gave orders to eliminate all the Saintess.”
The Emperor’s order to kill all the saints.
The chief’s bitter-looking face reveals something and he speaks.
“So you were the weak point of the Mesquerid.”
“… That’s right, the fact that I was born with the power of a saint was a huge weakness of my father. Sunlight found out about this and treated Mesquerid like a dog.”
“But how do you make the weakness of being a saint disappear?”
The leader smiles meaningfully at those words.
“It’s not like the weakness of the Mesquerids will disappear. They’re just going to mistakenly think that the weakness has disappeared.”
“Are you under the illusion that Masquerid’s weakness has disappeared?”
As I frowned at the words I didn’t understand, the leader brought up a different topic.
“Have you ever seen the Adventurer’s Guild request for a village of vagabonds to purchase a large quantity of sea flowers?”
Those words bring back memories of the Red Hare.
“… I remember seeing it at Galtarang and the Adventurer’s Guild. But, isn’t it impossible for a vagabond village to buy a large quantity of sea flowers?”
I came to Sunlight and realized.
It is impossible to purchase large quantities of sea flowers in a situation where it is not easy to even enter and exit the vagrant village by breaking through the strict security of Sunlight.
“There is no need to actually buy the sea flower. The cowardly Sunlight Lord will think that he has already bought the sea flower.”
Pollen that is nearly colorless and odorless and has a powerful anesthetic effect.
What if the leader of the Mesquerids had access to that massive amount of pollen, enough to paralyze an entire city using wind magic?
“I don’t think the Lord’s imaginary flower can sweep us away easily at any time.”
A request to induce the lord’s illusion.
Although they succeeded in inflating the strength of the Mesquerids with bluff, questions remained.
“Didn’t you say that being a saint was your weakness? How are you going to erase that?”
The leader answers simply to that.
“An epic item that can erase the power of the saint will be put up for auction in the Coinum Auction House.”
The leader continues speaking with a smile.
“With all that talk about raiding that auction house, wouldn’t a timid and imaginative lord be anxious that Mesquerid’s weaknesses be eliminated?”
The leader’s carefully prepared plan rather makes him frown.
“… … If I were the lord of Sunlight, I would probably try to eliminate the Mesquerids.”
What would happen if the Sea Flower gave you the power to fight against Sunlight, and the leader’s weakness as a saint disappeared?
Wouldn’t it be safer to kill the loyal dog who knows all of Sunlight’s secrets rather than let him off his leash?
“That’s why I need your help, Allen Hower.”
The chief says with a wicked smile.
“Tell the Lord of Sunlight that you’ll help him kill me.”
The bright sunny side of Sunlight and the shady side where dirty vagabonds live.
“If we attack from both sides, outside and inside, wouldn’t Sunlight collapse?”
It was time for one of the two to disappear from the continent.