The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 68
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The soldier shouted save (68)
I suggested attacking the vagabond village right away, but the lord was cautious.
“Oh, Sir Allen! Calm down. Tonight… no, just wait a day and you’ll be able to easily… … .”
At those words, he frowns and turns away.
“Ha, now that I look at it, the lord was in league with those vagrants. I’ll go back to Walker right now.”
I leave the inn, kicking away the debris from the table scattered on the floor.
Then the surprised lord hurriedly follows me.
“Now, wait a minute! Sir Allen! No, I have a plan!”
“What plan are you talking about?”
“… … Come here, lend me your ear.”
The lord whispers in your ear about the ‘Dummy Bomb’.
A plan to wipe out a village of homeless people by dumping explosive-loaded dummies into a garbage dump.
“Sir Allen, there is no need to go through the trouble of calling the wizard tomorrow… … .”
Hearing that the operation has been changed from today to tomorrow due to the stolen parchment, he warns the lord with an angry face.
“Tonight. No matter what the situation, you must make a move tonight, my lord. Unless you want to permanently break trust with Walker.”
At those words, the lord who had done nothing wrong to me beat his chest as if he had a lot to say, but in the world of the nobles, the one with strong territory was the law.
“… … Okay. I’ll gather the cleaners within an hour.”
“I’ve thought about it well, my lord. Don’t worry, Allen Hower will be at the forefront to help!”
“… … Yes, it’s really reassuring to have Sir Allen with me… … .”
“Let’s meet after we’re both ready.”
He cuts off the lord’s words and quickly walks out of the streets of Sunlight.
‘I must return to Masquerid and inform the leader of the situation.’
When you jump up onto the building, easily shake off the pursuing sounds and head towards the secret passage.
A familiar male voice was heard.
“Gentleman over there! How about a suit?”
The man who sold me clothes when I first entered Sunlight.
“It’s a dress called Zepel that’s popular in this other world… … .”
As I was passing the man, he heard my alias, ‘Zepel’, which I used at Masquerade, and he walked into the store.
“Mr. Allen, you sent the boy through the secret passage. What was the situation?”
The man’s speech changed as soon as he entered the store.
‘Was Iza also a Mesquerid?’
When told of the lord’s plan to send tens of thousands of dummies into the ‘coffin’ and cause a remote explosion, the pensive man hurriedly closes the shop door.
“I, I will return to the Meskerid and inform the Chief of this fact!”
“The cleaners will be raiding in a few hours, so prepare for battle.”
“Yes, yes!”
After relaying the message to the man, he goes to see the lord at the appointed time.
“Check personnel and equipment! Today is the last day to exterminate human filth!”
The cleaners stand in line like well-trained palace soldiers.
“You have come, Sir Allen.”
The lord stands before them and introduces me.
“Attention all! This is Sir Allen the Blue Flash, the protagonist of the story ‘Walker’s Golden Grass’!”
-Clap, clap, clap, clap.
Do they not believe their reports and are dissatisfied with the lord’s judgment in bringing me here?
The cleaners with expressionless faces applaud mechanically.
“Ahem, since they are people who are very faithful to their mission… .”
He takes his gaze away from the lord who is coughing and speaking, and looks at the cleaners.
“Who is in command?”
“Don’t worry about that! Our special cleaners, who are former famous mercenaries, will take command!”
As I turn around, remembering the faces of the major commanders who will turn into enemies, the lord speaks with an awkward smile.
“We will be waiting for the good news that every single one has been eradicated.”
The lord says he will not participate in the fight.
As I was racking my brain over how to capture the lord, my eyes met with someone’s.
“… … .”
A man nodding his head while holding his hat in his hand to signal.
‘It was definitely a mesquerid person.’
Remembering that he was the man who had been exchanging signals with Charlotte, disguised as the fifth princess, he draws his sword without any worries.
“Let’s set out to eradicate the vagabonds.”
The man in charge of the horse leads the cleaners.
“Don’t make a fuss and just walk quietly!”
Head to the village of vagabonds with the cleaners.
“Remember, when you enter the basement, throw fire at them and burn down their houses first.”
The special operation planned by the special cleaners is to attack the village of vagabonds by burning them with torches.
It was an easy and powerful operation that took advantage of the fact that most of the houses in the tramp village were made of wooden planks.
“Throw the torches! Burn down the houses of these human filth bastards… … .”
If the vagabonds hadn’t been preparing for an attack.
“It’s the Sunlight guys! Attack everyone!”
Vagabonds with bows waiting on the roof of the building.
As they tugged at the crudely made protest, the cleaners drew their swords and raised their voices.
“Don’t panic! Your opponent is a bunch of vagrants who can’t even handle a weapon properly… .”
-Phew!
A head rolling on the floor, spewing blood, unable to continue speaking.
The wide-eyed cleaners looked at me and started to back away.
“Ah, Sir Allen. Why…?”
At those words, he wipes the blood off the Blue Dragon Sword and reports to the cleaners.
“Those who wish to live, throw down your sword and kneel. This is my first and last recommendation.”
A blue sword that wraps around a pure white sword.
“Okay, wait a minute, surrender… … .”
When some of the cleaners, having lost their will to fight at that sight, were about to kneel down.
-Whoosh!
Someone swung a sword and cut down a terrified cleaner.
“… You fools! Listen carefully! Anyone who declares surrender and kneels will be the first to be cut down!”
A special cleaner who was said to be a former mercenary.
He laughs at the bastard’s words and condenses mana into his sword.
-Whew!
A blue trail following the sword.
The trajectory that dotted the sky and came down attempted to form a shower, but only produced a few raindrops.
“Uh, uh, uh… … .”
A first-class cleaner who poured out all his energies before even fully displaying his sword skills.
As their commander dies without even being able to take a single blow from the sword, the sound of iron rings out from all directions.
“Ha, I surrender!”
“Please, just let me live!”
-Clang, clang.
The cleaners hurriedly kneel on the ground and throw their swords on the floor.
A member of the Masquerid Guild leading the vagrants shouts hurriedly.
“Arrest them all!”
About 100 cleaners who gathered to destroy the village are easily tied up and dragged away.
It’s up to the vagabonds to decide whether or not to let these guys live.
As I was wiping the blood off the sword, a timid-looking woman approached me hesitantly.
“Where is the leader?”
A woman flinches in surprise at my small voice.
Seoyoung Oh, who has the ‘customizing’ privilege, mumbles in a small voice.
“The chief… is going to… … .”
“I can’t hear you. Speak clearly.”
“Hey, I said I’d catch the lord!”
The Lord of Sunlight and the remaining cleaner.
I turn back towards Sunlight, realizing that it’s not over yet.
“When the work is done, tell the manager to come and find me.”
I take a step and tie the last of the Sunlight with my own hands.
* * *
Even though they dealt with all the cleaners and brought the lord back to the Mesquerid without any trouble, there was no change in the lives of the vagabonds.
The place where they live is not the streets of Sunlight, but a town of vagrants that reeks of garbage.
“What do you plan to do from now on?”
When I asked him that, the headman smiled as if it was nothing and said,
“If I change things hastily, there will be many problems, so I plan to change things little by little. To be specific, I guess I’ll have to establish a new lord in Sunlight?”
The new lord of Sunlight.
“Are you planning to sit there yourself?”
When I ask her that, she, a fallen noble, waves her hand as if it is annoyance.
“I won’t do it. I’ll make a stand-in. I’ll make a face that looks exactly like the lord.”
“… You’re making the same face?”
“Seoyoung said that? In this world, there is a type of plastic surgery that can change a person’s face for the better. What can’t we do? Since we have many test subjects, we plan to bring in a healing wizard and actively research it.”
It was easy to guess who many of the test subjects were.
‘You’re talking about the cleaners we caught, right?’
As I frown in discomfort, the masked chief sighs and smiles.
“If you knew what they did to us, you wouldn’t have so much sympathy, would you?”
The leader continues speaking, placing something on the table.
“Various prosthetics, including the Dummyret and Ogre Gauntlets. They are all the result of experiments on our vagabonds.”
Come to think of it, I’ve seen some guys committing cruel acts in the vagrant village.
“What were those vagrants who lured outsiders and cut off their arms with a sickle? Were they the lord’s men who were trying to obtain test subjects?”
“… … It’s unfortunate, but they are also vagabonds. They are the ones who fell for the lord’s sweet talk and turned people in the same situation into one-armed people to test their prosthetic limbs.”
He asks, questioning the leader’s words.
“Why didn’t you stop it? Was it because you were vulnerable to the lord?”
The chief laughed at those words and said:
“Don’t ask for too much. Wouldn’t it be easier for you to have someone like me as your comrade rather than a idiot who can’t do anything because he’s swayed by pity?”
As the leader said, there is no need to seek the goodwill of people whose names we don’t even know.
“As long as you keep your salary, anything goes.”
Because I was in a situation where I was struggling to take care of my family right away.
“Are you talking about the saintly sister who is in the same situation as me? Should I write it down on parchment and give it to you? Or should I say it out loud?”
“Do both.”
“Okay, then I’ll tell you first. To cut to the chase, your younger brother will be taken to the palace.”
Where did they come from? Walker? Red Hail? Or before that?
I had a feeling that what the leader said was coming.
“How did you get dragged away? It wouldn’t be easy to drag away a priest like Croa, right?”
“It’s simple. The palace and the Freya religion have already finished talking.”
“…Does this mean that the Freya cult agreed to kill the saint?”
“No, that’s not it. The Freya Church is very protective of its saint candidates. It’s just that… the old people of Freya are very stupid.”
The leader sighs deeply and says:
“Those foolish old men allowed the saint to enter the academy.”
“… Academy? What is that?”
“It’s a school that the palace created to educate the children of warriors and high-ranking nobles. Anyway, the palace’s plan is to have the saintess enter the academy where Freya’s eyes cannot reach and kill her.”
The chief sighs deeply once more and holds out something with a gaunt face.
“By the way, I also entered the Academy as a candidate for sainthood. … … But, since I’ll be going to the afterlife with your younger sister, you won’t be lonely.”
“… … Wasn’t it true that only the Lord Sunlight knew that you were a saint?”
At those words, the leader’s hands trembled.
“I guess that damn piglet told the palace to let me know that I’m a saint if they can’t contact me. Haa, I had a hard time finding the epic item that would nullify the saint’s power, but it’s all useless.”
The chief slumps into a chair with a face that seems to have given up on life, and fiddles with a bracelet he has never seen before.
“Does that bracelet take away the saint’s power?”
“That’s right, it’s an epic item called the Bracelet of Reversal. If you wear it on your arm, it will change your divine power into black magic.”
When the saint holds out her palm, instead of gold, black flames rise up.
Vividly felt black magic.
“I planned to use this bracelet to control my divine power and dark magic to deceive the palace.”
Looking at the appearance of the chieftain, it seemed that even if the saintess’s divine powers were to disappear, she would not be able to escape the palace.
“So I have a suggestion, Allen, how about you come to the Academy too?”
“… … Didn’t you say that only children of high-ranking nobles and warriors could enter the Academy?”
“That’s what I was talking about when I was a student. If I were to come in as a teacher, wouldn’t there be some way? Should I try to find a way?”
He ponders those words for a moment, then turns his gaze towards the chief’s wrist.
“How did you get that bracelet? Did you stop by the Coinum auction house?”
The chief shakes his head with a sly laugh.
“Even if it’s an auction house, it’s a place where all the information guilds are connected. If you offer a price higher than the expected selling price, you can still buy it.”
At those words, he recalls the reason he came to the vagabond village.
“The bracelet of trust. If you bring it, I will consider going to the academy as a teacher.”
“… … Don’t make me laugh. It’s not just my life, but your little sister’s life too.”
“Well, haven’t you ever thought that there might be another way to save your little brother?”
“Ha, if there was such a way, there would be no need to consider the Academy. … … So, pay half the price.”
He extends his hand as if he has been waiting for the leader’s words.
“Okay. I’ll pay half.”
“… … Haa, really. People who desperately need each other shouldn’t do this?”
The leader sighs and accepts my hand as I offer to shake it.
“Now then, how do we bring the blue flash that will stop the palace’s infighting into the Academy… … .”
It must not be an easy task even for the leader of the Mesquerids, so he ponders it for a long time.
“The skills and achievements are already sufficient. What remains is the trust that the high-ranking nobles can accept… … .”
When I spent over 30 minutes listening to the chief’s monologue,
-Knock. Knock.
Someone knocked on the door and came into the room.
“Chief, we’re in big trouble….”
“Why, what’s going on?”
“… … The second princess of the palace has come to see the lord of Sunlight.”
The chief frowns at those words.
“I’m sure you sent a letter saying you’d postpone the appointment?”
“… … I don’t know if I didn’t receive it or if I sensed something… … .”
Violet Gerard, the second princess and the most intelligent in the palace.
“The princess will help the saint in her work.”
She brought a breath of fresh air to Sunlight.