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Grave of Swords (2)

As the wagon drove to its destination, Illesis looked around whenever a new traveler or landscape appeared.

Although he was disguised as an adult, he could not hide his fresh curiosity.

Chris shared his travel story beside her.

It was the same in the royal family of Seid, but Illesis was a pretty passionate listener, so it made Chris’s heavy mouth open a little bit. Sometimes I opened my eyes wide, and sometimes I nodded my head eagerly as I watched the reaction, the wheat field that had been spread out as if it was over.

Eventually, the two of them entered a large forest and prepared camp using the wagon as a tent.

As Chris built a small bonfire and prepared dinner, he remembered his field trip at Seydran Royal.

Illesis, who had the same thought, put it into her mouth with a slight smile.

“Because I’m doing this, it reminds me of the old days.”

“I know.”

“Rossefeld also secretly wanted to see you. I don’t think it’s because you don’t even ask… … .”

When Illesis said half-jokingly, half-seriously, Chris shook his head in a cold sweat.

“What shame do I ask about her?”

Whatever the circumstances, he cheated and betrayed them.

Illesis was so kind and gentle that he forgave Chris without hesitation, but Rosefeld openly expressed his disapproval. So Chris didn’t dare to bring up her story.

Illesis smiles bitterly, as if recalling the image of friends saying goodbye.

“At first, it seemed like he was very angry, but it would have all worked out later.”

“well.”

“Is it real? You were very emotional for being a spy. Just screaming at Rosefeld in the library, in front of His Majesty the King… … .”

“Hey, please.”

Chris, recalling the dark history thanks to Illesis, dyed his face red.

When the two of them talked about the old days and were lost in memories for a while, she suddenly tried to convince Chris in reverse.

“By the way, don’t you want to go back to the kingdom of Sade? Anyway, it seems that the people of this world have regained their authority and paid off their enemies… … .”

“Even if I go back, will the dean leave me alone? And there are a lot of guys I have enemies with.”

In the process of paying off one enemy, a new enemy was created.

Chris couldn’t stop it.

Even if you put aside all the others, you must kill Breton’s Prime Minister.

Illesis shook his head, seeing Chris’ eyes suddenly burning.

“But you said that the prime minister is no different than the king of an empire? I brought your world’s cultural relics and developed the country tremendously… … .”

“It’s not for people, it’s for your own ends.”

If the Prime Minister had truly cared for the people, there would be no way he would have burned and killed the well-to-do villagers. Chris never forgot the smile he showed in the burning town.

He was intoxicated with his newly acquired power, just like the other players.

Even if the prime minister reduced hunger around the world, stopped meaningless wars, and improved average life expectancy, Chris had no intention of forgiving him.

He has a right to it.

Illesis, who confirmed Chris’ will, did not stop him.

As soon as the warm air became a bit heavy, even the bonfire that had been lit was quickly extinguished.

The two went inside the wagon and went to sleep quietly.

* * *

The wagon, which left the forest early the next morning, was shaken violently by the time it was time to eat lunch.

Chris, who got off to check the wagon, saw Tyrone waking up in the luggage compartment and waved.

“Are you awake?”

“Hey, where are you?”

Tyrone, still unresolved, asked anxiously as he rolled around the luggage compartment. Then Illesis, who got off after Chris, greeted him from the side.

After hearing the general circumstances, Tyrone barely stood up and looked at Chris as if he were going to kill him.

“When he got old, he hid in the royal palace of Sayd? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, man? And what did you do with him, chasing him around the continent?”

“Illesis, he looks healthy, so let’s start again.”

Chris answered Tyrone’s protest by raising his middle finger, and drove the wagon again.

Every time a wheel without suspension got caught on a rock, Tyrone in the luggage compartment rolled and groaned.

Illesis, who was sitting next to him, asked with a slightly uneasy expression.

“Weren’t you two friends? Where should I drop you off and go?”

“No, I’m just kidding and being rude. You don’t have to go that far.”

Tyrone raised his voice for Chris when he was betrayed by the Black Flag Squad. It was a very unexpected sight for Chris, who did not fully trust him.

Of course, Tyrone was also a player, so there was a possibility that he and Chris would be disposed of… … .

Still, where did you not surrender in that situation?

The wagon, which ran hard on the rough roads, arrived at a small city not long after Tyrone woke up.

For some reason, the sound of hammers being struck resounded incessantly beyond the guards, whose discipline was closely held.

“Why is it so noisy in here?”

“It’s a city famous for blacksmithing.”

When Tyrone, who had barely recovered, asked in the luggage compartment, Chris briefly explained.

It’s not as much as the mining town where Black Hammer was, but the artisans here are quite well known.

Illesis showed great curiosity as if this was the first time he had been to a place like this.

“Are there any mines nearby?”

“no. Most of the iron ore used here is imported. Still, the technology is good, so the business is quite good.”

In this world where the transportation industry has not developed, you must have a formidable level of technology to make a profit from simple processing.

Fortunately, the city had such technology.

Illesis then guessed Chris’ intentions and clapped his hands lightly.

“Oh, are you here to buy a new knife?”

“The weapons here are expensive, so the money you have right now won’t be enough.”

Chris touched the empty sheath and clicked his tongue briefly.

In fact, no matter how much money you have, you can buy at least one sword, but now that his level has risen a lot, he can’t even demonstrate half of his original skills with an ordinary sword.

As someone with many enemies, having a proper weapon is a task that needs to be addressed right now. As a former mercenary, Chris knew the importance of equipment.

Like Chris, Tyrone, who has lost his weapon, continues the question in place of Illesis.

“Then why are you here? Are there any jobs around here?”

“You’ll find out about that in a while. Let’s start with the lodging.”

Chris, who got a room in a shabby but well-stocked inn, was able to put out the lights in his feet first with the money he had raised by hurriedly rushing a wagon.

Now that Tyrone has awoken from his coma, there is no reason to ride a slow, bulky wagon.

Unlike the two of them, the silent Tyrone complained slightly after receiving the proceeds from the cart’s sale.

“Hey, if I sell that, what am I supposed to ride?”

Tyrone’s horse was left in front of the cave during the Black Flag subjugation. There was no way the Church’s clergy and players had left the fine horse, so they must have found a new owner by now.

Chris calmly responded to him complaining.

“You can ride my horse with me.”

“I don’t like that kid very much.”

said Tyrone, recalling the ghost horse’s face.

“The two played cards, but what? Weren’t we close when we were hiding in the stable?”

“That’s when I wasn’t on his back.”

“Well, then write me. I’ll ride with Chris.”

Illesis interrupted the conversation between the two, and Tyrone nodded in disbelief.

She shows a lighter gait with her face flushed as if she is so happy.

Entering the smithy with the money from the caravan sale, Chris chose a longsword that was not too difficult, cheap, and useful.

Then the craftsman, who seemed to be the owner of the blacksmith, came out from the inside and challenged him.

“for a moment. Hey, it looks like you use some knives, so why buy something like that? Without investing in something better? Don’t you know I’m saving money on equipment and then going hook?”

I thought the price was a bit cheap, but it seemed to be made by an apprentice, not an artisan.

Chris shakes his head laughing at the kindness of the curly-looking father-in-law.

“Thanks for your concern, but I am not looking for something that will last a long time.”

“Does your pocket look lighter than it looks? Are you also trying to go to the sword grave?”

Chris, who was able to see through his thoughts, admired inwardly, and the father-in-law laughed.

“No surprise. If you work here, you will know at a glance. So, take this instead of that. I’ll lower the price, but sell me some things from the tomb… … .”

The craftsman handed over a one-handed sword that looked like it was his own. It’s a little smaller than the one Chris was originally using, but it seemed like it would be easier to handle.

After thinking about it for a while, he accepted the father-in-law’s suggestion.

Even if it was temporary equipment, there was nothing wrong with its high level. Moreover, it was clear that the artisan’s work would cost five times more than the apprentice’s.

When Chris accepted the one-handed sword, the craftsman called an employee of the blacksmith guild to enter into a contract between the two.

When the party, who received a dagger to be used by Tyrone as a bonus, left the smithy, the apprentice who was watching from behind the father-in-law shouted at them.

“Teacher, my work almost sold for the first time in a while, so why did you interfere? It wasn’t even a very bad thing.”

“Watch this guy say this to Master?”

When the craftsman glared at the apprentice, he shrank.

However, the protests full of resentment did not completely stop.

“No, what I mean is that those people are sure to perish in the grave of the sword, so isn’t it a waste to give Master’s confidence?”

“How can you not see people like that? As soon as that man entered the store, he chose the best value for money. Would such a person go to the grave without any countermeasures? Stop talking nonsense and clean up.”

The craftsman who had scolded the apprentice kicked him in the butt and entered the workspace.

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Meanwhile, Chris, who got the proper equipment, headed to a large and crowded restaurant/bar instead of the prearranged accommodation.

Tyrone was slightly surprised and delighted to see him go where he seldom went.

“Why did you come all this way?”

“Because I need to hear a story.”

Chris took a seat in a corner, frowning at the noise that filled the store.

He ordered a simple meal and waited for a while, and soon the person he was looking for appeared. The newcomer to the store was a minstrel that could be found all over the place.

The man holding a lute and wearing a hat rolled down looked around the back of the store, found Illesis, and approached Chris and the others. This saved me the trouble of calling him, but Chris didn’t like it very much.

The man standing in front of Illesis, who was slightly intimidated, lightly plucked the strings of the lute and spoke as if singing.

“Beautiful wizard, can I dedicate a song to you?”

“Ugh. The chicken meat sprouts.”

When Tyrone heard the comment that made his hands and feet shriveled, he couldn’t stand it and spit it out, and Chris gave him a glare. Fortunately, the minstrel did not react in a professional way.

Chris stepped between him and Illesis and handed him a silver coin.

The bard who had been given the job for a long time behaved as if he would remove his liver from him.

“Ah, generous adventurer. What song would you like me to play?”

“Do you know anything about the Black Flag or the Order? I also like the story about the Breton Empire.”

Bards who collect stories from all over the world are like living newspapers.

People used to hear information about other provinces through them.

Fortunately, the bard confidently nods at Chris’ question.

“There is a song about the Paladins who just happened to defeat the Black Flag. Starting there… … .”

“No, because I know that, from then on.”

“The next part hasn’t been made into a song yet.”

“Then better.”

When Chris reacted coldly, the bard laughed and started talking.

The silver coin he received had the power to make people generous.

The three of them ate the food they ordered and listened attentively to the bard’s story.