The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 67
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The soldier shouted save (67)
After joining hands with Mesquerid.
As Oh Seo-young returned her hair to its original state with ‘customizing’ and went up to Sunlight, someone ran up to her and bowed his head.
“Mr. Allen, as you said, I moved the luggage from the previous accommodation to the new accommodation!”
Was it the request of the chief’s subordinate who disguised himself as me?
“I’ll check, so go ahead.”
“Yes, yes!”
As we followed the man to his new lodgings, we noticed otherworldly suits purchased in different colors.
‘The Lord of Sunlight said he would do something in two days.’
Before going up to Sunlight, I told him the results of Hazel’s interrogation, and he said that he was ordered to leave the tramp village in two days.
‘I should meet the lord and see what he thinks.’
When I was about to wash up, change into clean clothes, and leave the room.
-Knock. Knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Ah, Mr. Allen. The lord wishes to see you.”
A meaningful call.
Open the door and speak to the man who knocked.
“I’ll come see you now. Where are you?”
“This way, this way.”
As we followed the man, a mansion with a magnificent exterior came into view.
‘Is this the lord’s villa?’
As I entered, I saw the lord wearing comfortable clothes and holding a glass of alcohol.
“Haha! You’re here, Sir Allen! Come sit down and have a drink first!”
His attitude seemed to have become much more arrogant compared to when we first met, when he was difficult to deal with.
-Squeak.
He roughly pulls out the chair, sits down, crosses his legs and speaks.
“I have to get ready to go back to Walker, so if you have anything to say, please keep it brief.”
He pressures Walker into leaving without any deal, saying his name.
But contrary to expectations, the lord’s expression was not good.
“It looks like the deal is over since you’re already planning to leave.”
“What kind of deal are you talking about?”
The lord empties his glass at my words and speaks with a smile.
“Didn’t Sir Allen personally meet with the head of the Mesquerid Guild?”
The lord’s tone of voice gives me confidence.
‘You’re just trying to figure it out.’
There must have been a report from the cleaner that I had appeared in the hobo village.
But I’m not sure if that’s true, since the chief has his subordinates disguise themselves as me and have them roam around Sunlight.
“Since you can’t tell me, I guess you had some information that would have moved the walker?”
If you try to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t happen, only questions will remain.
He nods his head obediently, his voice mixed with annoyance.
“Sure, you’ve dealt with a lot of rat-like vagrants, so you’re quick on the uptake.”
When I readily admit that I was in a village of vagabonds, the lord frowns as if he doesn’t know what I’m thinking.
He smiles at the sight and raises his glass.
“I went there just in case the Masquerid, the continent’s best information guild, called me, and it turned out to be a neighborhood full of beggars who couldn’t even drink a glass of water because of the stench. Isn’t that right?”
The lord bursts into hearty laughter at my gossiping about the tramp village.
“Ha, hahahaha! That’s right! What would you have left if you fought with those guys!”
“I had no choice but to eat at Sunlight after staying there for one night, but my stomach got sick and I… I immediately thought of Walker’s food.”
The lord takes notice of my words and asks.
“… If it’s someone like Sir Walker, why don’t you just ignore them and come up to the surface?”
“The chieftain seemed formidable. I didn’t pick up the sword because I thought I would have to make a life-or-death decision.”
The lord is troubled by the fact that he and the chief are on the same level.
Looking at that sight, I leave some room for possibility.
“I’m sorry about the permanent resident. There were things I could have done to stay a little longer and think about the deal… … .”
“A prosthetic arm? Or are you talking about a dummy or a mining bomb?”
“It’s a shame that it’s not being used right now, but isn’t there a lot of room for improvement? Sunlight’s high level of technology is something that can’t be seen even in Walker… … .”
It was a remark made to attract attention, but the lord’s reaction was unusual.
A grotesque sight, laughing with his mouth split open all the way to his ears.
The lord speaks to me, unable to contain his pleasant expression.
“Just stay at Sunlight until tonight. Perhaps you will reconsider our deal.”
What does it mean?
I tried to pour out my feelings while drinking with her, but all I got in return was to tell her to look forward to tonight.
‘Are you planning to attack today ahead of schedule?’
He empties the wine in his glass in one go and asks the lord.
“Now that Your Majesty says so, I am excited to see what will happen tonight. What time is it exactly?”
“Hahahaha! Even Sir Allen can’t tell you the exact time.”
“… That’s really sad, isn’t it?”
“You’ll have more fun, so please bear with it a little longer. If you rest at your accommodations, our children will come pick you up!”
At those words, he gets up from his seat and puts on his outer garment.
“Then I will wait at the accommodation with anticipation.”
I leave the villa, leaving the Lord of Sunlight behind, and look around with my eyes rolling.
‘The cleaners and guards are on alert, but they don’t seem ready for a fight.’
What is his plan?
Climb up to the roof of the building and take a look at the streets of Sunlight.
‘The security presence has increased significantly in other places.’
The places where you see more security than usual are the areas where factories are located.
We walk over the buildings, break through their surveillance nets and inspect the factories.
But nothing seemed special.
‘The only things that have been produced so far are dummies, prosthetic limbs, and mining bombs. The factory that brought the Ogre Gauntlet prototype is still operating at this time.’
I’ve found quite a bit of information, but it doesn’t add up to what it all points to.
‘Should I go back to my accommodation?’
When I raise my gaze above my head, I see a white moon.
Late at night when the lord said he would send someone.
As I was leaving the factory site and heading back to my accommodations, something flashed past my sight.
“Hey, if I miss you, I’m in big trouble. Where did you go?”
A man looking at the floor, desperately searching for something.
‘Are you looking for Dummy?’
He jumps from the roof of the building and grabs a fast-moving mouse doll that the man passes by without noticing.
-Kki, kirik. Kkirik.
A metal doll that moves like a living rat, making a squeaking noise.
‘What is this?’
I opened my eyes wide as I smelled the strange smell coming from the dummy.
“… … This crazy kid.”
The smell of gunpowder wafting from the dummy.
When I realized the lord’s plan, someone spoke to me.
“Who, who are you?”
A man looking for the dummy I was holding.
“Ugh, euaaaah!”
When a dummy is thrown at the man, he catches it in shock.
“Where is your lord now?”
“Ah, ah! It’s Allen! Please come this way!”
As I followed the man, a familiar face came into view.
“Sir Allen! I just sent someone, and you came so quickly!”
The lord smiles broadly while being escorted by security guards and cleaners.
The lord standing in front of the garbage dump, the ‘coffin’, raises his right hand as if to send a signal and speaks.
“Now, Sir Allen, stand there and watch the bums burn!”
At the lord’s signal, something pours into the ‘coffin’.
-Kirik. Kirik. Kirik… .
Gunpowder-laden dummies numbering in the tens of thousands.
The lord shouts with a smiling face as the jumping bomb-like dummies pour down the garbage dump connected to the vagrant village.
“Hahahaha! What do you think of combining remote mining bombs and dummies? Isn’t this technology something that even Walker would want?”
The lord takes out a piece of parchment from his bosom.
“I want to start after Dummyret has spread a bit more, but I’m so excited I can’t wait!”
The lord smiles as he watches the dummy rats disappear into the ‘coffin’.
Without a moment to stop him, the lord tears the parchment and raises his voice.
“Erupsio.”
-Squeak.
The ground shakes as the torn parchment falls to the floor.
-Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Bright red flames rising above the ‘coffin’.
“Hahahahahahaha! Isn’t it hilarious how these rat-like vagrants get blown up by rats?”
The lethal weapon made of remote mining bombs and dummies that the lord had proposed to Walker during their first meeting shakes up the village of the homeless.
‘… … They must all be dead.’
I take my eyes off the other side of the pipe where the smell of gunpowder is rising and ask the lord for information.
“… … Interesting. Are all the detonations connected to one magic parchment?”
“Hahahaha! That’s right! All the bombs were connected to a single piece of magic parchment when they were produced! Right now, we’re experimenting with explosions with uncontrollable dummies, but if we produce other dolls that are easier to control… … .”
I didn’t hear the lord’s backstory.
‘Is it enough to just block the magic parchment the lord has?’
In the next life, the lord will never develop a dummy.
“Sir Allen, where are you going?”
To ensure death, escape from the guards and the lord, and stab him in the chin with the Blue Dragon Sword.
-Pok
Reddening vision.
– Died from his own attack. [Confirmed]
-Loaded from auto-save. [Confirm]
The darkened vision returns with a familiar message.
-Knock. Knock.
“Oh, Mr. Allen. The lord wishes to see you.”
A time that cannot be turned back even for a day.
“Give me guidance.”
I follow the man at the door and organize the things I need to do.
‘The magic parchment the lord has. It acts as a detonator, so we must first destroy it.’
The magic parchment inscribed with ‘Erupsio’ is responsible for detonating the jumping bomb, the Dummyret.
It may be a temporary solution, but stealing it will buy you at least enough time to prevent the dummy from exploding.
‘But, I can’t just steal it outright.’
In helping homeless people, the name ‘Walker’ was never mentioned.
Because it was different from standing on the side of the Mesquerids and helping them fight.
What would happen if a lord who had lost his magic parchment gave up fighting the vagabonds?
If Mesquerid and Sunlight maintain the status quo, Walker, who openly helped the homeless, will be in an awkward position.
‘A fight must break out in the vagrant village so that all the watching eyes and ears can be wiped out.’
The key is to keep the lord from knowing that I have destroyed the magic parchment that serves as the detonator.
“Oh, Sir Allen! That’s not you!”
I raised my voice as I headed towards the best inn in Sunlight, not the lord’s villa.
“I changed my mind. If you want to see me, tell the lord to come in person.”
I turn around and head towards the lodging that the lord had personally introduced to me.
“Ha, haha… Oh, Sir Allen, are you here?”
The innkeeper breaks into a cold sweat as he looks at me.
“The lord is coming, so prepare the table.”
When I say that, the owner, who remembers being scolded by me, reflexively lowers his head.
“Yes, yes! I will prepare the best table of drinks fit for your noble Lord, Sir Allen!”
The owner who nags his employees with loud gestures.
‘If you wait, they’ll contact you first.’
As I was wetting my lips with the wine that had been brought to me first, someone whispered quietly while setting down the dishes and plates.
“… What happened to my brother in the vagabond village?”
A boy from the vagrant background who lived in Sunlight.
-Clang.
“Oh, sorry, I’m sorry.”
He deliberately drops his dishes in front of the boy and whispers quietly to the boy who is bending down.
“The lord is trying to burn down the village of vagabonds.”
“……yes?”
“Steal the parchment the lord is hiding in his bosom. Then go to the place I tell you and be protected.”
“Th, what is that… … .”
The boy tried to ask back with a puzzled expression, but the unpleasant intruder prevented him from raising his voice.
“Sir Allen! How dare you call me, the Lord of Sunlight! What is this?”
He sees the lord looking angry and raises his voice towards the boy.
“Please help me carry the luggage so that the lord can quickly sit down.”
“Yes, yes… … .”
At my words, the boy approaches the lord and extends his hand.
“Don’t touch me! You lowly wretch! Who dares to put your dirty hands on me!”
-widely!
“Ugh, ugh… … .”
A boy who falls down after being kicked by the lord.
The boy got up, holding onto the spot where he had been kicked, and left the inn to avoid the angry lord’s gaze.
“Sir Allen! You must give me a reason that I can accept! You have come to quell the bad rumors and have done this to me… … .”
I raised my fist at the sight of the lord’s face turning red.
-Crack!
Slam the table.
“… … My lord. It’s not you who is angry, it’s me. Do you realize that?”
Blue mana expressed outside the body.
As I look at the lord with a murderous look in my eyes, the lord coughs in vain and avoids my gaze.
“Ah, ahem. I’m not angry, but I’m trying so hard to dispel the rumors that Sir Allen was conspiring with the vagabonds… … .”
“Well said, my lord. What have you been doing up until now instead of dealing with those vagrants?”
He approached the bewildered lord and whispered quietly in his ear.
“Those damn bums threatened me by using my brother’s name!”
The lord already knows that my younger sister Croa is a candidate for sainthood.
“Oh, so that’s what happened?”
As the lord smiled, letting his imagination run wild, he looked at his chest and let out a questioning voice.
“But, my lord. Why are your clothes like that?”
“…Clothes? Why are my clothes… … .”
A very wrinkled top.
The lord, who was checking the state of his clothes with the palm of his hand, suddenly looked around with a pale face.
“Damn it! That boy from before! It’s that boy!”
“… … Yes? What are you talking about?”
“You idiots! You guys are still knights? The dirty bastard in front of me just now stole the magic parchment!”
Zelen, a boy from the Mesquerid Guild who successfully pickpocketed me even when I wasn’t paying attention.
The lord kicks the knights as he belatedly searches for Charlotte’s older brother’s whereabouts.
“Don’t just stand there stupidly. Come get me right now! Hurry up!”
As the escort knights rushed in, the owner, who had been watching them closely, cleared the broken table and prepared a new table.
“It looks like your lord has also been attacked by vagrants?”
He pretends to be drunk, laughs, and gets up from his seat, downing the entire bottle of wine.
“Your Majesty. Let’s go now, let’s not waste time.”
“… … Where are you going?”
At those words, he draws out the Blue Dragon Sword and speaks.
“Let’s cut off those bums’ throats right now.”
It was time to call the end of Sunlight.