Faith Life of a Former Scammer

036. Jesse!

When the dungeon cleanup is over and everyone returns. Leon did not return.

With Priest Ruth’s permission, they moved to Killica.

‘The nobleman is perfect for counterfeiting.’

As Leone walked into the city, a man appeared from the shadows.

“Saint. I will see you.”

It was the staff of the blade of dawn.

“ah. thanks I was going to call you anyway.”

The place Leon was going to was a place that needed guidance.

“Do you have any orders?”

“artist. I want to meet that gentleman. can you give me some guidance? You can’t go there alone.”

“Are you referring to the artist?”

“uh. the artist.”

“I’ll take you to the bookstore.”

Leon followed him into the city.

When you pass through the maze-like alleys and enter the city.

“This is it. saint.”

“thank you.”

I was able to get to the old bookstore.

“I will wait outside.”

“uh. I have another favor to ask of you. wait for me.”

Leone said that and entered the bookstore.

kiik-

The door of the bookstore made a sound like a scream because of how old it was.

‘There really is no change here.’

Inside the bookstore, books and papers were piled up like memories before returning.

As Leon went inside, a man greeted him.

“Oh, you are the priest. How did you get here?”

He looked much younger than he had before the regression.

“Do you have anything else to do to find an artist?”

“This is someone you know.”

The atmosphere has changed from the naive bookstore owner to the real artist.

“If you are a priest worthy of coming here… … Are you the subject of a rumor by any chance?”

“I don’t know what kind of rumor it is, but it seems to be true.”

“haha. this is true This is how we meet.”

He looked at Leon as if observing him.

“What does it matter? Let’s start by talking about work.”

“Do you know our rules?”

Leon nodded.

“I know roughly.”

“Then, let’s talk fast. What help do you need?”

Leon pulled out a book from his bosom.

“I want to change some of the contents of this book. would that be possible?”

He stared at the book.

“It looks like a pretty old book.”

“right. Isn’t that not okay?”

“ah. I don’t mean that. It’s as easy as an old book.”

The reason was completely different.

“If I’m right, that book seems to be something that’s more like a forbidden book… … Is that correct?”

The artist immediately recognized what kind of book this was.

Leon replied calmly.

“right.”

“Hmm. Handling something like this requires permission from the headquarters.”

“come in!”

As Leon shouted, the man who guided them came inside.

“You say you need permission?”

“The Holy Son does not need permission.”

“Hoo. I thought there was only one person in The Blade of Dawn who didn’t need permission, but there’s one more.”

The existence he said did not require permission was ‘Grandma’.

As much as Leon’s authority meant that of an old woman.

“So, do you need anything more?”

“Oh, just give me a book.”

Leon handed over the book.

* * *

First of all, to revise a book, you must read it.

The artist read the book quickly.

“These crazy people… … Breaking the spirits of children!”

“Do you understand why I want to edit the content?”

“It’s terrible! Disintegrating children’s minds and absorbing their talents? It is a devilish idea.”

It was literally.

It wasn’t a forbidden book for nothing.

“Can you imagine how terrible it must be to have a mind-shattering impact…?”

“······after. I can definitely see why you asked for an amendment.”

Leon nodded.

“right. Normally, I would have burned it right away, but I couldn’t do that because of one person.”

“Who the hell is this? … May I know?”

Leone explained the situation in Flint to the artist.

“Hmm, according to the priest’s words, he is someone who will do anything to break the wall… … .”

“Before he sneaks into the shadows and does anything worse, I intend to put him to the final test through counterfeit writing.”

“haha. It’s a good answer. Then how can I fix it?”

Leon said his thoughts.

“First of all, let’s go in the direction of doing it for ourselves, not for the kids.”

“Ugh. How are you going?”

“Frustration makes monsters… … What do you think?”

“Five! I have a feeling. It has to do with the content of the book. Editing seems natural too.”

The revision of the book was carried out like an artist.

“There is a phrase I really want to include.”

“What?”

“Using this method, you become a monster beyond human beings. If you want to remain human, close the book and burn it.”

“… … You want to put a phrase that tests the reader.”

Being an artist also meant perfect forgery and artistic skill.

“I’ve heard of a man named Flint, but just in case.”

“… … .”

“I do not forge without conviction. I am only doing this because I believe in the Holy Son.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

Flint wasn’t one to hold onto for a chance. There was nothing to worry about on this one.

I was allowed to do it anyway, so I did it coolly.

Thanks to this, I was able to receive the artist’s perfect cooperation.

“How about doing this?”

“······Priest. Are you a demon?”

“So it’s not good?”

“no. I like it very much.”

In the middle, though, he looked at Leone with tired eyes.

“Let’s go like this.”

“Wow. Even the devil would shake his head at this. Very nice!”

Later, he too began to enjoy it.

“Errors or suspicious parts have been fixed to be invisible.”

Read at noble mtl.com

Minimization of doubt was basic.

“I told you to burn the book and drink the ashes at the end. The book treatment is also perfect.”

Even the post-processing was neatly done.

“Besides, the existing theory and the priest’s theory are perfectly connected. Even if you want to doubt this, you won’t be able to.”

“Perfect.”

A huge fake was created.

“Now, what about the title?”

“great. I am also an artist.”

The original title [Talent Looting] had been changed to [Forced Talent Blooming].

“Good work.”

“no. It was a fun job for me after a long time. Any work like this is always welcome.”

He said it out of courtesy, but Leon didn’t miss it.

“ah. Don’t you want to form a team while you’re talking about it?”

“You mean Tim?”

People only think of it as ‘counterfeiting’, but the power of counterfeiting is enormous.

“Forgery is an art.”

The artist answered Leon’s words.

“I am an artist who makes art.”

“Why art?”

“Because counterfeiting changes the world.”

Artists believed that forgery, like music and painting, had the power to change the world.

Lyon felt the same way.

“right. This peaceful continent is going back to papers and papers.”

“Whoever controls the papers controls the world!”

As the power grew and the administrative system came into being, papers and documents became more than just pieces of paper.

It was the force that moved the world, and it was the law.

“How long are you going to do art the size of pellets in this little bookstore?”

“no way… … Are you helping me do great art?”

Leon nodded.

“Did you hear that? my authority. Build a team and get ready.”

“Let’s gather them as artists.”

“Choose someone and take it. To really change the world.”

“Take good care of me. president.”

The artist’s eyes sparkled.

“… … Did I say it wrong?”

“ah. saint. Yes. You said it wrong.”

No matter how you look at it, it wasn’t wrong.

‘Then, let’s move on.’

* * *

Rect, a professional trickster of the Blade of Dawn. He received an emergency call and hurriedly returned to the headquarters.

‘It’s been 3 years since I made an emergency call!?’

Thinking back to that time three years ago, I still get chills down my spine.

‘What the hell is going to happen this time.’

Recently, my mother was cured, and the blade of dawn was in a good mood.

I was even more nervous because it was an emergency call in such a situation.

‘Please, I hope it’s not a big deal!’

He opened the door to the hideout used for emergency calls.

“You didn’t know it would come this soon?”

There, there was a person waiting for me that I didn’t want to see.

‘Oh God.’

It wasn’t an emergency call for nothing.

“… … A saint?”

“Why are you so surprised? It’s not like I met someone I couldn’t see.”

“… … Are you a real saint?”

Rect tried denying reality.

“So, is it a fake saint?”

“ah! I don’t mean that!”

The person in front of me was that ‘saint’.

A terrifying saint who can forcibly instill faith.

“Are you going to stand?”

At Leon’s question, Rect immediately hit his head.

thud!

“sorry!”

“… … uh. Well.”

It was a quick and precise posture that left Leon embarrassed.

“As expected, the sense of the players is no joke. Stop messing around and get up and sit down.”

“thank you!”

Rion admired his sense, and Rect was moved by Rion’s benevolence.

Rect immediately got up and sat down.

“You, let me do one thing.”

There was no refusal.

“Do you need my strength as a player?”

“right.”

“Could you give me some information for a quote?”

“I will briefly explain the situation.”

Leon explained about Flint and the book. Listening to the story, Rect burst into admiration.

“He is also a saint.”

“why?”

“This is almost by design. You designed the hukou properly.”

Coriander knows how to recognize Coriander.

Rect stabbed him to the core.

“Then, do you know what I am asking you to do?”

“Yes. I will pack a thick bag of gold and make you go to the church.”

That’s why you have to work with experts.

Still, I wanted to ask.

“Can I help you?”

“Please look at me prettily from now on!”

“Sounds that do not even come to mind. I’ll give you 20% of the proceeds. Please make no mistake.”

“I will work like a dog!”

Now all you have to do is wait.

oh I’m already excited.

* * *

After meeting Rect, Leon immediately returned to the Church.

Reporting to the old man was a problem, but there was a way.

“The seed was sown as he wished.”

“A seed?”

“It looks like those seeds will bring a huge storm.”

“Huh. Seeds and storms. It’s a theological expression. It may have meant something different. The great priests will study this.”

I bought time with words that seemed moderate.

While the old man and other priests interpret theological expressions.

Leon was receiving a report.

[Disguised as a black trader. contact with the Black Ox.]

‘This man uses all the terms that players use.’

Heukwoo meant the designed hukou.

Every time there was progress, reports flew in.

[Inform the black cow of the existence of the object.]

I was informed that the book was not damaged.

[Black cow. Working on blowing air into the nostrils.]

Let your body heat up a lot, throw in vain winds.

[Shedding information that the confession room sells books. Black cow. Investigation of embezzlement of funds.]

They also leaked information on stores where they could trade while hiding their identities.

[Black cow. certain of the book’s existence. The black cow is moving out of the cage.]

Eventually, Flint packed up his money and walked into the church.

“I confess.”

“I don’t know if the Confession will help the wizard.”

Flint, who had grown emaciated over the past few days, was sitting in front of Leon behind the screen.

‘I must have gone back and forth between Heaven and Hell in a matter of days.’

Still, his eyes were alive, probably because he had heard that the book was alive.

of course. Even if his eyes were alive, he couldn’t see Rion from the other side.

“You know why I’m here.”

The conversation in the confession room is guaranteed to be ‘secret’.

he’s got a lot of body

has sped up

“Do you have a book?”

“Are you a buyer?”

“It means you have it.”

A blush appeared on his face.

I would give it to him, but I had no intention of giving it away easily.

“That, I don’t know.”

His expression changed at the natural answer.

“You even spread rumors that you were selling it, what are you talking about now?”

“Isn’t it dependent on sincerity?”

Flint’s body trembled.

“So what are we going to do? is it gold? Thank you!”

The words I wanted finally came out.

But, this man was misunderstanding something.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“what?”

“This is Jesse.”

“… … ?”

“suggest!”