Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 309

Chapter. 15. Can a person who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (14)

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‘For now, everything is going according to plan.’

The professor breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Otman being guided without any restrictions, unlike him and Notum Idrasil, who were tied together like a coffin.

It was good to cause a commotion, but it was slightly problematic that Ottman, who was nervous, acted a little too much.

I don’t know anything else, but touching the water of an oasis is a serious crime in any desert city.

The warriors, who were already on edge with preparations for war, saw the turbulent oasis and rushed towards it, and before they could say all the lines they had prepared, they surrounded the ‘slave wizard group’.

The good news is that the name of ruler Kauladi here has greater authority than we think.

“Those who explore the great truth of water and those who want to see the limits of the flow of spirit and consciousness! “I, Outman Valiar, have arrived here to seek favor from the great ruler of the desert!”

The scimitar that was cutting through the hot air came to a screeching halt at Otman’s urgent cries, which rang in the ears of the warriors who rushed forward as if they were thinking about cutting the tendons of their limbs, and the warriors immediately volunteered to be guides and led Otman.

[It’s natural. Kauladi’s name is absolute here. Regardless of the authenticity, if you have come to see him, you cannot treat him carelessly until Kauladi confirms it. Of course, the moment it is revealed that a worthless person has used Kauladi’s name carelessly, another serious crime is added that cannot be compared to the Oasis riots.]

Otman, who had been ahead of Rakshasha’s message, looked back slightly. After seeing the tied up professor frowning, his face returned to that of an arrogant and rude wizard.

The warrior group dragged the party and Otman to a tent filled with a strange smell, not Kauladi’s residence.

“As a water wizard… you have taken a very valuable step. “If it wasn’t for something like this, I would have treated you like an honored guest…”

“For something like this.” If I were to tell you about a time when I personally taught bugs who did not have the eyes to recognize a noble person or the brains to understand their level, I would not have to thank you. “I only showed you a small kindness because I came to say hello to the ruler of the great desert.”

“If you are talking about causing a disturbance in a peaceful city and rashly casting a spell on precious water… Isn’t it a bit wrong to use the word kindness?”

“There is not a single bit of discrepancy. You can guess the level of the superior by looking at the things below. To be the servant of Lord Kauladi, whose power could reach the sun in the sky, he ended things with a small commotion before these stupid and incompetent people made a mistake. What is it if not kindness? “I’m the type of person who thinks stupid things only come to their senses when they start screaming.”

“Well… you have very great ideas.”

The tent is too narrow to be a place to welcome guests and too fancy to be an interrogation room. Even in a situation where a group of sturdy warriors with swords drawn surrounded the narrow tent and applied pressure without any room for water.

Ottman, who sat on a seat with a raised floor and cushions instead of a chair or table, was not embarrassed and was playing his role well.

[The wizard is acting better than I thought? Isn’t it normal for an untrained person to solve a situation they had imagined under such pressure?]

‘…Because there have been many incidents like this so far.’

Conversation through message magic is not possible for fear of being enchanted. The reason why Otman plays his role so well with only one-sided advice through the Rakshasha’s magic is probably because his liver and heart have been overworked so much that he cannot even tremble in a crisis of this magnitude.

The time I spent with Professor Park was too long to be shaken by the threat of the rugged warriors.

“Stop giving explanations to brainless people. “It’s loud, pointless and unpleasant.”

“…Don’t you think it’s too rude of you to be arrested as a criminal right now?”

“Despite? Isn’t rudeness only suitable for those guards who tarnished their master’s name by showing their hideous ignorance? Khauladin’s name is almost reaching the sun, but the things below are still crawling on the ground. If it’s rude, it’s rude. “There is no need for useless personal opinions.”

Otman, who had become a specialist in a strange field without even knowing it, became more energetic and began to give a captivating performance under pressure that was at the level of ‘pleasant tension’ compared to things like [The Magic Tower Collapse, Storm Hill Destruction, and the Arrival of the Evil Star].

“I came to the desert for research, and I spared no effort in crossing the desert, enduring extreme heat and thirst, to win the favor of its greatest ruler. I am a gift that He will treasure. He gave the wizard a small favor and a place to stay. “If you’re so stupid that you find this simple transaction so difficult, I don’t want to waste any more air by opening my mouth.”

Playing the role of a typical wizard filled with the spirit of being the chosen people, he vaguely explains the context and gets straight to the point.

The shaman seemed to think about it for a moment, and then showed that their relationship had progressed by defeating the warriors, leaving only a few slaves to attend to them.

“If you already understand everything, I’ll speak less… Then. “First of all, can I take a look at the gift?”

“…Saladin. come here.”

‘It’s my turn.’

Tuduk tuk!

As soon as Otman’s command was given, the professor cut the rope that bound him with force and bowed down in front of the platform where the two were sitting with restrained steps.

“Hoo. This is….”

“I heard you collect warrior slaves. How about it? “A slave who prides himself on being my masterpiece?”

“For a gift like this… it’s not bad. There seems to be no doubt that you are the person who heard the great name of Kauladi. “You know so well how to win his favor…”

The shaman seemed to be interested, so he came down from the podium and started examining me. For a few minutes, spend a few minutes expertly lifting your eyelids, running your fingers through your gums, checking the condition of your teeth, and expressing admiration as you press here and there on your joints, muscles, and bones.

As he wiped his hands on the cloth brought by the slave, his eyes contained several times more admiration than before.

“As a shaman, I have been inspecting the quality of warrior slaves for over ten years…. This is amazing. It is indeed a thing. I don’t think it’s an item worthy of bringing honor to Kauladi. “The physical aspect is close to perfect… only.”

Sereung-

“I’m curious about your mindset as a slave. There doesn’t seem to be any sign of being possessed by witchcraft… Can you give us confidence that this slave with a perfect body will not suddenly become an assassin?”

“It’s loyalty… I should have already confirmed my mastery of magic through those two. Is it not enough?”

Otman pointed at the elf Idrasil, who was eating freshly grilled meat at his command, and the troll who was calculating complex numbers and copying the Kaulaadi Chronicles, but the shaman shook his head and said,

“As someone who practices the same mastery technique, I couldn’t help but be amazed by the mastery that surpasses even the limits of the species’ natural instincts. Shouldn’t we look at something a little more fundamental? “It is a gift that will become the limb of the great Kauladi.”

“Hmm….”

The shaman, whose eyes were strangely wide, handed a long scimitar to a female slave and tapped her chest. Ottman, who sensed what he meant, nodded and the professor approached the slave.

“Saladin.”

“yes.”

“It’s an order. “From now on, don’t even move a muscle while she rips out your heart.”

“yes.”

The professor stops in front of the slave with Otman’s command.

“Elia. “Please take the test.”

“Yes, Shaman.”

When the slave across from him received the shaman’s command, he accepted the knife he gave him and began to move.

“Huh, I get off-” It

‘s just a slave woman who seems to be a slave to a slave. The tip of the shaky sword pointed at the heart of the professor, who was standing with his chest outstretched, and then-

Push-

Push!

At the same time that the thin legs kicked the ground like a protection, the scimitar flew towards Otman’s neck like a flash of lightning.

If the professor had been a moment late, her knife would have decapitated Ottoman.

“Oh my.”

The shaman opened his mouth with even more interest as he saw the professor disobeying orders and catching up with the surprise attack of Elia, his guard slave.

“I was a little worried because people from outside the country made dolls that obeyed people when they called them slaves… but you also made them learn how to disobey orders?”

“I hope you don’t compare me to that kind of person. It’s not brainwashing, it’s changing memories. I, Aoutman’s subordination magic, control the flow of the mind and delicately manipulate the memories stored within it to create a human being who is subordinate from the moment of birth to the moment and moves solely for the sake of the master. “Isn’t it natural that there is no need to give an order to protect me?”

“great. That’s really good. “I’m glad that the wizard stays in our realm of twelve steps and that we have so much to learn from each other.”

“…I’m glad you seem to have eyes for recognizing things. “Then will you accept it?”

“Of course. “First of all, there are a few procedures before presenting the truth to Mr. Kauladi… Would you hand over control of the slave?”

“Of course. “You might feel dizzy for a moment, so don’t panic…”

While Otman was swinging a fake wand and preparing a spell, the shaman was looking at the motionless professor, as if he was liking it the more he saw it, and grinned.

“It seems like he was born to be a great warrior, so it might be a good idea to suggest using him as a servant slave. It would be a truly incredible honor. I also have many great female slaves. How can I? “How about creating a lot of useful next generations before presenting the truth to Kauladi-”

“Uhm… that won’t happen. [Brainstorm]!”

“What is that….oh no!”

A magic that was infiltrated to disguise the transfer of control magic to prevent the shaman from going crazy and reacting. The brain full of the shaman’s head was shaking slightly, and the shaman’s guard was so weak that it was laughable that the mana that did not even reach the first level was shaken, and the shaman fell down with a nosebleed.

As for the shaman’s guard slave, the professor’s hand grabbed her neck like a vise, suffocating her, and the shaman’s falling body was picked up by a hand protruding from the floor and gently placed on the ground.

In just one moment, the shaman’s tent was completely in the hands of the professor and his group.

The professor throws a slave who has fainted from suffocation and frees the ankles of Idrasil and Notum, the moon shadow people pop out from the ground and clean up the traces, and the Rakshasha.

Otman, who was looking down at all of this with cold eyes, slowly put his hand inside his robe, coldly pulled out the stopper of the glass bottle, and then –

pop, pop, pop, pop!

“Kahah! Huh! Whoa! Is it okay to say it now? Right?”

Just like that, a large bottle of sedative was poured down my throat.

“Yes~ Shamans usually enjoy secret hobbies in their tents, so there are various spells that block the presence inside? In particular, he touched the slaves who went up to their masters… It seemed like he was producing a second generation of excellent slaves, so it would be a big problem if he was noticed by Kauladi, right? “Perhaps the warriors sent out would actually stop those trying to come in here?”

“Huh huh! “This… I think it’s too much tension for my old heart to handle!”

“For something like that, you’re really good at it. He seemed like a truly unlucky noble wizard. “Is there anyone you referenced?”

“Huh huh! Isaac, I’ve seen that person for so many years, I guess I can imitate him!”

“Isaac… Well. That person was exactly that kind of person. Anyway, well done. “Thanks to you, I got here as planned.”

“Okay… I can now follow the warriors’ guidance from here and go to the guest room, right?”

“yes. From now on, we have to do it on our own. Is Rakshasha ready?”

“wait a minute? “I’m going to change some clothes… thank you for looking back?”

The professor quickly turned his head as the Rakshasha, who had skillfully removed the shaman’s clothes, winked as he ran through the clothes.

Sararak- Sararak-

With a sound that stimulates the imagination just by hearing it for a moment.

Creep, boom, boom! Tap, tap, tap!

Likewise, a sound that stimulates imagination that you don’t want to imagine passes by.

“Voila! “How does it look?”

After hearing that the Rakshasha’s preparations were complete, I turned around to see a eugenics-crazed shaman with his arms wide open and smiling like a half-moon, wondering where the beautiful young woman had gone.

On one side is the dark happiness of a Rakshasha. On the other side, there is a leg of a real shaman who is being dragged into the hole where the Moon Shadow member came out from, and a rather creepy blood stain… Blood stain?

“Oh my goodness! “If you look at it that intently… will the leather burn?”

“If it’s leather…”

“Professor, the shamans here are more shabby and scary than you think? “In particular, a slave wizard like that has such a thick face that he treats people like objects, so even if he peels off at least one layer like this, it won’t affect his daily life, right?”

Saying so, the Rakshasha fixes the blood stains on the back of his neck.

“Now, from now on, I will carry out the operation alone with Saladin, who has become my slave. “Would you like the wizard and his party to enjoy the best hospitality in the desert?”

“Oh, I see. Umm…. Professor. “Take care of yourself.”

“Yes… uh….”

[Otman Nana is a bit scary…]

[Don’t throw sparks at me for no reason. She is your woman, so take care of it yourself!]

“Now Saladin? Shall we take our master to the next operation area? Huhuhuhu!”

A Rakshasha with the bald, tattooed body of a shaman and a coquettish voice like a happy cat purring.

Flap-

“Shaman. “How do you negotiate?”

“Please give the wizard and his party the best treatment. We are going to Kauladi’s residence to process slaves.”

“ancient.”

The Rakshasha, who perfectly imitated the shaman’s voice as he left the tent, went over to Kauladi’s residence, accompanied by the professor and escorted by a group of warriors.

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