The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 64

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After Pyode was beaten up to the point of death by Habell.

Pyode was kneeling in front of Habell.

Habell was circling around him with his scabbard at his waist, his hands on his hips.

“Pyode, was it?”

“Ugh. Yes.”

Pyode, who never uses honorifics even when facing death, replied with a sullen expression.

“Lighten up.”

But he soon broke into a wide grin because his body still remembers the violence.

Seeing him like that, Habell was reminded of Gaiord and clicked his tongue for no reason.

If Gaiord had seen Pyode like that, he would have hidden in a mouse hole.

‘What am I going to do with this guy?’

Habell pondered.

Since he owed Pyode a debt, he had to fix him up at least.

People don’t change easily because they have a life they’ve lived.

‘He’s like a friend’s nephew, so I can’t just leave him alone.’

He had to ask him a few things before making a decision.

“What’s your dream?”

Like an adult asking his grandson who visited for the holidays.

Pyode blinked at Habell’s question.

“…World domination?”

Is he serious?

Habell covered his forehead with his hand.

Arthur, who was in a similar situation, had grown up so well.

Why is this guy like this?

Habell thought long and hard, then realized that he hadn’t asked him one thing.

“Pyode, what happened to the Freya tribe?”

He realized he hadn’t asked about the Freya tribe.

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“My tribe?”

Pyode scratched his head.

“After the Freya Mountain became a mess because of the volcanic eruption, we all scattered, so I don’t really know.”

Habell fell silent after hearing the next words.

Habell hadn’t paid much attention to Freya itself.

So he hadn’t heard about the Freya Mountain either.

In 100 years, something like that had happened?

“How have you been living all this time?”

“I just lived. I used my power where I could use it.”

Habell could easily guess the reality of a tribe that had lost its home.

They must have been driven out into the city with nothing.

In order to survive, the Freya tribe must have tried many things.

‘The most efficient of them would have been to use their innate physical abilities.’

They had never been exposed to the vulgarity of the city.

Habell could clearly see how those physical abilities would have been used.

But just because they were Freya didn’t mean they had options.

They needed money to survive, too.

In the process, the ideology passed down through Freya would have been lost.

Just as Payord’s life had become the leader of a band of thieves.

The other Freya would not have had a good ending either.

But if Vanpelion had been fully maintained.

They wouldn’t have faced this outcome.

Habell never forgets a debt.

“What was the purpose of earning money?”

But even considering that, it was excessive plundering.

Payord averted his eyes as Habell questioned him.

Payord had said earlier that his dream was world conquest.

Habell noticed that he had another goal.

He didn’t want to say it himself.

“…I want to restore Mount Freya.”

Freya, who had become an irreversible land due to the volcanic eruption.

Nature would naturally return, but it would take a very long time.

Only humans could shorten that time.

So Payord was gathering money by creating a Nokhrod.

“If you get a chance to live a new life, will you be able to live anew?”

Payord blinked at the question.

His reaction was that he didn’t quite understand the meaning of the question.

But Habell’s earnest eyes showed that he was sincere.

He, with such great power.

Even Payord, who had the body of a Freya, couldn’t do anything about it.

Payord’s eyes wavered once.

It was because a glimmer of hope had come to him.

For some reason, he seemed to be related to Elder Kojo.

Besides, Habell was scary, but his fear was different.

It was as if his late grandfather was scolding him for doing something wrong.

That’s why he felt a strange feeling.

Payord knew that Habell wasn’t making fun of him at least.

So his face showed a bit of his true self.

“I like my life now, too.”

He lived a life where he enjoyed everything he could as the leader of Nokhrod.

There were some unfortunate shortcomings, but he didn’t lack anything in his current life.

However, he also had his own dream.

His mother’s stories when he was young, about Freya’s hometown.

He wanted to find his hometown again.

“But.”

He dusted off his butt and got up from his seat.

“I really want to restore Mount Freya to its original state.”

I don’t know what Havel’s intentions are.

But it’s not that hard to show sincerity.

In the first place, most of the Noroad guys used to live near Mount Freya.

They all gathered together because they wanted to rebuild their hometown for their own reasons.

Even though I’m the only one left, Freya.

It was true that everyone had the same heart.

“Then it’s simple.”

Havel said, as if telling him the answer.

“Climb the tower.”

Payod looked at Havel blankly for a moment.

Then he soon began to laugh.

“Don’t pretend to be cool while saying what everyone else is saying.”

If you climb the tower, you will gain both honor and fortune.

Everyone knew that.

But no one can do it easily.

“I’ll climb it. So for the next three days.”

Havel said, pointing to the golden crow he had caught.

“Clear the Noroad and come back. I’ll let you follow me up to at least the 7th rank.”

Havel offered to Payod in order to repay Gaiod’s debt.

Of course, Havel has no intention of helping him further if he does not accept this offer.

Literally the last chance.

Payod, who had been staring at Havel, clicked his tongue and turned away.

“Wait or not.”

Boy, was he blunt.

“What are you going to do?”

Havel asked, looking back at Balob, who was standing far away.

Balob scratched the back of his head.

“Weren’t you supposed to follow Master Havel anyway?”

As he said, he had to follow up with Havel for the sake of information.

That was the plan from the beginning.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea to have a wizard or two.”

He was secretly asked that he have been helpful today.

“And my brother, he’s not that unromantic.”

He puffed out his chest proudly.

“He’ll come. More than anyone, my brother was the one who wanted to climb the tower and save our homeland.”

“By plundering and pillaging others, you mean.”

“Ahem, ahem. Still, even though he plundered, he didn’t kill people unless they resisted too strongly, did he? He let them go after taking everything.”

“He knew that if he killed them outright, you would become the target of subjugation.”

With nothing more to say, Barop averted his eyes from Havel’s gaze.

The crimes committed don’t disappear.

However, Havel is not a god who strictly divides good and evil.

‘What I’m trying to do is get revenge.’

He was in no position to stand up for those who had been plundered.

Someday.

Pyrod will also experience the consequences of plundering someone.

‘That’s because the things you do come back to you like a boomerang.’

Pyrod doesn’t know that yet.

So he throws boomerangs recklessly.

And only then will he realize.

That he has done something he should not have done.

‘There’s no reason to think that far ahead.’

So, Havel sat down in front of the Golden Crow.

He would only instill in him a sense of responsibility for his actions.

For the next 3 days.

That’s how long Havel decided to wait for him.

* * *

To his surprise, it wasn’t long before Pyrod showed up.

Two days later, in the morning, he reappeared.

Under the bright sunlight.

He walked towards them, a light backpack on his back.

“Brother!”

As Barop greeted him, Pyrod glanced at Havel.

“I took care of those Nocrods and sent them back down.”

They were guys who had climbed up to the 7th level.

Even without Pyrod, they were quite capable.

Even if they went down the tower, they would be able to make a living.

“Do you really mean what you said?”

His words about climbing the tower and following him.

Havel picked up the Golden Crow as he asked if he was lying.

“Following me is entirely up to you. I’m just going to keep walking forward.”

However, having a leader gives you a guide to follow.

Pyrod clicked his tongue, knowing how significant that was.

“Man, I’ve met all sorts of people who want to climb the tower in my life.”

Even so, he stood next to Havel.

It seemed like Boa wanted to reclaim his hometown.

“What did you hear about Guyod?”

“Great-grandfather? I haven’t heard much except that he was the strongest warrior even during the Unified Empire.”

“You heard well.”

Habell nodded his head.

“That’s all.”

Everything he said referred to Guyod.

Paiod looked at Habell with doubt.

It was the same last time.

“What is your relationship with our great-grandfather? You don’t look like you’re much older than me.”

He seemed not to be able to understand at all.

Habell carried the Golden Crow as he listened to Paiod.

“Friend.”

“What, friend? How old are you?”

“A little over 100.”

Paiod blinked blankly.

He then sighed.

“Even if you are strong, don’t joke around like that.”

“Haha, Sir Habell, it seems like you’d believe anything you hear.”

Paiod and Balob both looked like they didn’t believe him.

Oh my, even when I tell the truth, I get treated like this.

Of course, even Habell wouldn’t believe it if he heard it.

‘A guy like me doesn’t even exist.’

Wasn’t Baomet, the collector of Beltarone’s hands, alive not too long ago?

Even though I made him into a shipping invoice.

Habell walked as he thought about when he’d be able to live as long as his age.

The place he headed towards was none other than the altar holding the Golden Crow.

The altar was at the end of the never-ending stairs.

The stairs that extended in all directions were high at a glance.

However, there was something more problematic than those stairs.

It was none other than the climbers stationed there.

They wanted to go to the 72nd floor.

So when someone opens the door to the next floor through the altar…

They were the guys from Simbol who intended to immediately follow after them like fishermen following fish.

This time, none of the climbers were able to find the Golden Crow.

So they were just waiting in front of the altar’s stairs.

Since anyone who hunted it would definitely come to the altar.

Should I just blow them all away?”

Balob made a rather confident expression.

Habell, who was looking at him, immediately began to stretch.

Watching Havel, who had strangely begun warming up, Willow was puzzled.

Then, he shouldered a huge golden raven bigger than a human and said,

“Both of you, grab on.”

“Huh?”

As Willow showed his bewilderment, Havel suddenly got into a jumping position.

“Why bother climbing the stairs one by one?”

Understanding the meaning of his words, the two looked at each other.

The emotions in their eyes were united, for once.

Like, did we grab the wrong end of the stick?