9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 186

Episode 186

Vaporization. The misfortune of the slave trader Lung Doge (2)

The restaurant owner looked at the men and Yuma from the back of the kitchen with a nervous heart.

While Yuma was eating, he put a kite in it and announced the name ‘Bamol’ to Lung’s gangsters.

Even so, because Yuma shouted Lung Doge’s name at the gate, Rong’s gang was looking for Yuma.

In the meantime, the restaurant owner just put in a chimney, so Lung’s men rushed over.

^) What kind of information dealer and slave trader is this bastard that has so much influence?’

Yuma was in a state of incredulity.

Suddenly, I remembered what Ballinan had said while looking at Omir who had been beaten.

-Do you have the guts to try to trade slaves in the East? If I had continued, I would have died soon after.

As in Barlinan’s story, slavery was not universal in the East, unlike in the West.

Classes did exist, but the gap between aristocrats and commoners was not as extreme as in the West.

It would be a different story if you belonged to the royal family of Kantra, but in the East, money rather than status determined power.

money vouchers.

This was the core of Eastern culture. A guy with a lot of money is the best.

However, no matter how much money they had, buying and selling slaves was strictly forbidden.

It was because the increase in the number of people with slaves meant the strengthening of the caste system.

Although there are differences from country to country, most rulers in the East did not want the caste system to be further strengthened.

They regarded money as a more reliable means of governance than status.

It was ironic that Lung, a slave trader in such an east, exerts such an influence in the light of Ajif. The light of Azif was on the fairly large side among the cities of the East.

‘Well, there are greedy and resourceful guys everywhere.’

Yuma decided to interpret Lung’s influence that way.

No matter how influential Rong was, Yuma was not afraid of him at all.

Even in Hugo’s Black Wolves, it was Yuma who shouted and purged the Rose Society alone.

Slave traders like Loong were just puppies to Yuma.

“Are you a bamol?”

Five men approached, casting shadows on the table where Yuma was sitting.

Looking at their gait, Yuma inferred their level. By Yuma’s standards, they were pathetic friends who couldn’t be classified as unmanned.

“Not enough.”

“what?”

“You guys are not enough to talk to me.”

Pupper puck!

Yuma stood up for a moment and swung his fist like a flurry. The men passed out without even recognizing Yuma’s movements.

People who were cutting food at nearby tables stared at the unexpected situation in amazement.

Still, most of them were merchants with escorts, so they didn’t run out of the restaurant in fear.

“Master!”

“Heh heck! yes yes!”

“Never mind these guys and serve me some more new dishes.”

Then, the customers around them who were embarrassed at first began to look at Yuma with interest.

The skillful escorts even whispered to their masters how strong the author was.

“I will pay for the author’s meal.”

“No! i don’t count Why don’t you have a little talk with me?

With just you, I can give you the position of captain of our Logos corps escort right away. I promise you a huge reward.”

Some big merchants approached Yuma’s table and said that to the owner.

Yuma smiled at them.

“There is a separate guild that I protect. Loong will do the billing, so why don’t you all go back to your seats and finish your meal?”

It was a rude answer, but the merchants returned to their seats, suppressed by Yuma’s energy.

Soon after, the door opened several times and Rong Doge’s men continued to rush into the restaurant.

Naturally, they collapsed on top of each other next to Yuma’s table, fainting like those who had come before.

Could it be that more than 20 of Lung’s subordinates collapsed like that?

Finally, three of Lung’s subordinates, who could ‘talk to each other’, entered the restaurant in search of Yuma. Unlike the lower ranks, they visited Yuma with a heavy atmosphere.

‘All three of them are sword masters.’

Yuma looked over at them, still swallowing the freshly steamed giant sea bream.

“Are you the man who uses the name Bamol?”

At first glance, it sounded normal, but Yuma read the tension hidden in it.

As soon as they saw Yuma, they recognized his skills at a glance and were very nervous.

“Yes.”

“Long Daein is looking for you. Come with us.”

“It is not basic. Ask him to come himself.”

“If you cause more trouble than this, Rung Daein said he would not give what Bamol wants no matter what.”

Rong Doge seemed to be a more capable person than I thought. However, Yuma had no intention of bowing down to him.

“okay? Tell them that you will change your mind once you have a few teeth pulled out.”

“Adult. Daein Rung has a great liking for Daein Bamol. Don’t make this situation any more uncomfortable and come with us.

We apologize for the rudeness of the lower ones.”

“That’s right. That friend looks like he’s having a bit of a baby. i get it. I will follow you after I finish eating, so wait for me. Ask the host to pay for the meal.”

“All right.”

I liked the attitude of the subordinate, not Rong.

It might fall into a trap if you follow it, but Yuma didn’t think that was too bad. It was always an illusion to have a justification to beat an opponent to death.

Yuma took about an hour to finish the meal and stood up.

“egg plant.”

Lung Doge’s abode was located in the deepest part of Azif’s light. Yuma climbed into the wagon prepared by his subordinates and watched the scenery outside.

“There is no such thing as Emperor Heo.”

It was Yuma’s impression of seeing Lung’s mansion for the first time.

No, I couldn’t even call it a mansion.

The outer wall made of thick stone was treated with all sorts of hard magic, and the iron gate was comparable to that of a castle gate. It was a castle.

As his subordinates took the lead, the iron gate split into two sides. Inside the castle, there were statues made in the shape of gods.

There were gold fountains, silver stair handles, jade-trimmed floors, and even tamed wild beasts roaming casually.

There was no such thing as money.

But it was shallow. Although it was splendid enough to be compared with the mansions of Western aristocrats, it did not feel classy.

Yuma guessed that Lung was not a person who had built up wealth and honor step by step, but rather a young man.

After passing through several rooms and stairs, Yuma was able to meet Lung.

“Hey, did you come? Say I’m Lung

Chuck!”

If you made a human out of a pig, what would it look like?

Yuma thought of that as soon as he saw Lung. He was so fat that he wondered if he could even walk properly on his own.

Even Omir, the final version of that vicious merchant-like impression, seemed like a good-hearted old man next to Lung.

Next to Lung were two sword masters clinging to each other.

Those sword masters were half-naked women. They seemed to be women acting as escorts and playthings.

“That’s true… Are you advertising as a pig? You don’t have to wear naked women like that when you’re having guests. Rung dogge.”

“cook! Call it a bamol They say you have great guts. You sold my name for nothing! Originally, it was supposed to be dead, but they said you saved it because what you were doing was interesting.”

“Ah, yes. It’s an answer that makes me worry about whether I’ll personally tell you who saved whom from now on.”

Lung opened his thin eyes even narrower than usual and glared at Yuma.

“Ku Haha! Bamol. Who sent you?”

Yuma didn’t answer and looked Lung up and down. Then, with a sense of smell, he checked the air.

‘What is this bastard… A drug addict?’

The air was permeated with the scent of Haseo-guk’s specialty opium. It was a smell I had often smelled thanks to Natalie, who usually uses poison.

“The dragon sent you bastard!”

Yuma said with a fist.

Not to really hit Lung. The half-Ra women attached to him threw their bodies to block Yuma’s fists. They used twin swords the size of their forearms.

At the same time, the three sword masters standing next to Yuma drew their swords and aimed them at Yuma.

“under! There are five sword masters here… Ugh?”

Lung’s expression, which had a confident face, distorted in an instant.

It was because one of the woman’s twin swords, which had blocked Yuma’s fist, was broken and tumbled to the floor.

“Ho…. He’s really strong. But if you harm me here. Hook!”

“I have no intention of doing it. I just needed to let you know where you and I are. Five cow demasters? It’s not hard to kill you even if you have fifteen.”

“Kiki Kiki Kiki!”

As expected of a drug addict, Lung was not the owner of an ordinary mind. For over a minute, Lung’s laughter echoed throughout the huge room.

When Lung stopped laughing, the already blue-faced women started whispering something in his ear. The whisper was that the author’s words were never bluffing.

“Did everyone laugh?”

“Kiki Kill! Bamol. tell me what you want I can’t die in vain like this. Coke.”

It would not be a good choice to tell such a screw-up guy straight away that he was looking for the whereabouts of his comrades.

Yuma pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.

“I am looking for artifacts. There are a few things I need, so first let me know if there are any Western artifacts that have recently come into the light of Ajeep.”

Both Cog and Ballinan possessed numerous artifacts.

“They say they’re looking for magic tools!? I don’t have the impression that you will like Madogu, but is that all? Hook!”

Magic tool was the name of the East calling for artifacts.

“no. Do you know a merchant named Omir?”

Omir also tried to run a slave business until he was beaten by Yuma. Yuma remembered that and brought out the name of my Omir.

Maybe Omir has a Lung Doge and a string.

If Omir had been driven to the light of Azif after being shipwrecked, he would have been able to find out the whereabouts of his comrades as well.

“Omir! That pig has been doing business with me for a while now. But it’s strange, strange. Hoo-ok…

“What do you mean strange?”

“Omir is not a slave, he came to see me just yesterday with a full load of magic tools!”

So it happened!

If that weakling survived, his comrades couldn’t have died. Yuma continued the conversation, hiding a feeling of relief.

“Where are you now? Artifact and Omir “They say they’re at the auction house.”

“Auction house? Why are you at the auction house?”

“Because Hoomir has become a slave! Chucky!”

Fuck!

Yuma’s fist eventually hit Lung in the face. It seemed that if I listened to that irritating tone any longer, the vase would fly before I could find my comrades.

The five sword masters tried to rush at Yuma, but Lung waved his hand, his nose dripping with blood.

“you guys! If you attack, you die! Bamol is really strong! like. Bamol. Let’s be friends with me from now on. I’ll do my best to help. So don’t hit me.”

said Lung, flicking his tongue.

‘There’s a corner that believes in something. This guy named Lung.’

Yuma thought so and nodded.

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