Auto Hunting With My Clones Chapter 204

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However, Deubert reacted indifferently.

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it. But the problem is that the body isn’t there.”

“No?”

Sang-woo listened to Duvert’s words and thought, ‘Did the dragon’s corpse rot?

“That’s right. Most of the corpses have already belonged to the Empire.”

“Ah….”

It wasn’t that it had rotted away, but that it had become the property of the Empire and could not be accessed.

“And I don’t know the details, but I heard that some dragon corpses have already disappeared, according to the investigation team that was dispatched at the time of Black Friday.”

“The body disappeared?”

Sang-woo was suspicious.

Who is taking the dragon’s corpse?

“I don’t know. There were a lot of cranids and monsters around, so they might have eaten the corpse. Or maybe some of the dragons didn’t show up on the scene the way Raven thought.”

“okay. It would be better if it was the latter.”

Sang-woo said with vague anticipation.

What if a dragon that was thought to be extinct was building up its strength while hiding somewhere?

For some reason, it felt like a movie-like story would happen in real life.

“I wish I did too.”

Hana Dubert replied with a soft shrug, as if her expectations were not too high.

He was one of the few people who later got to see the site of the Black Friday disaster.

‘…It was hell.’

Corpses corpses corpses strewn all over the forest.

Seeing the corpses lying unscathed as if asleep, he felt a fear of the unknown.

Compared to the past, each individual is a rare hero who is equivalent to a country’s armed forces.

How could they annihilate them without a single wound?

From an unknown being with such overwhelming force, he thought that even a dragon would not be able to survive.

And did the fear of that time remain?

Just recalling that memory made Dubert tremble as he felt goosebumps running down his spine.

“…Do you want to pee?”

Looking at Duvert trembling with goosebumps, Sang-woo asked cautiously.

“…Hmmmm, what are you talking about? It’s just because it’s cold. Because it’s cold. Hmmmmm….”

While the embarrassing Duvert clears his throat.

Sang-woo asked again with regret.

“Then how about cloning a dragon heart?”

“a copy? Do you mean cloning with an alter ego?”

“yes.”

“Um… I haven’t tried it, but it’s very likely not.”

“why?”

“Don’t you know? That the duplicate replica that is copied when the alter ego is created is not the ‘real thing’.”

Yes.

An alter ego is a mana organism realized in reality through the combination of mana particles.

The replica was also a mana organism.

Since the atoms did not combine to form a physical form, the bond was so weak that it would scatter immediately if the maintenance mana was cut off.

“Yes.”

“For this reason, the work of reprocessing the dragon heart is required to restore it, but there is a high possibility that it will not be able to withstand the process.”

“Ah….”

The mana organisms have already gathered to form one physical form.

The moment the form distorted, the bond of the mana organism was also likely to be weakened or destroyed.

It was a similar logic that if an alter ego took a lot of damage, it would be reverse summoned.

“That’s why you didn’t try cloning the dragon heart.”

“Yes.”

“But Mr. Dubert.”

However, Sang-woo, who was listening to the explanation, opened his mouth to see if there was anything he could figure out.

“Can’t we duplicate the processed dragon heart and use it for restoration?”

“hmm?”

Duvert is taken aback by Sang-woo’s sharp question.

Because it was an idea I hadn’t even thought of.

‘Duplicate a processed dragon heart, not the dragon heart itself…?’

Dubert thought that Sang-woo’s idea made sense.

“Ohh… Sounds like a possibility.”

“Right? ha ha ha.”

Sang-woo grinned at the feeling that he had accomplished one thing.

Dubert also had an expression full of anticipation.

“It’s not like this. I should try it right away.”

Duvert hurriedly moved while manipulating the hologram pad.

It was my intention to go to the workshop in the place where Sang-woo visited last time and process a dragon heart.

“What are you doing? You too come with me.”

“Oh yes.”

Sang-woo hurries after Duvert.

Their footsteps were busy.

* * *

Sang-woo’s Yongsan mansion.

Sang-woo’s family dinner, always together as always.

In their place, along with Woohyun, was a new face.

A handsome face with a blonde hair that seemed to glow, not the usual blonde hair.

Skin like a white drawing paper, different from the skin of Westerners who have many freckles and melasma unique to Westerners.

Moreover, it was Prince Hardin, a pretty young man with a picture-like face that did not show any color on his skin.

“Eat a lot~ ho ho ho~”

Sang-woo’s mother, Mrs. Lee Ae-suk, brought ribs and put them in front of Prince Hardin, or Hardin.

Hardin, who noticed how to use chopsticks, smiled at Ms. Lee Ae-sook’s smile.

-Okay… No thank you.

Through the interpretation magic built into the necklace, his words were transmitted to my head.

The family, who were surprised at first, reacted as if they soon got used to it.

“My wife is good at cooking, but I don’t know if it suits her taste. Heh heh heh.”

Sang-woo’s father, Jung Sung-hyeon, who was always blunt, also smiled and spoke to Hardin.

– It fits well. Very tasty.

Hardin hurriedly answered while eating the braised ribs clumsily with chopsticks.

Ji-woo, Sang-woo’s younger brother, criticizes his father.

“dad! Don’t talk while eating. I’m going to eat it!”

“haha. I get it. okay.”

Jeong Seong-hyeon raises both hands and feet at Ji-woo’s bruise.

And Ji-Woo, who overpowered (?) Dad like that, was looking at Hardin as if he was lovable.

‘How can he be so handsome…’

It was an expression completely mesmerized by his warm appearance.

Sang-woo glared at Ji-woo.

“What are you doing?”

“…what. me?”

“Then you’re acting like a blind man right now. Who would it be?”

Ji-woo’s blood pressure rises at the word ‘maeng-gong’, and blood vessels on his forehead rise and then subside.

She asked, trying to calm herself down.

“…What did I do?”

“Don’t you see? I’m going to pierce Mr. Hardin’s face. Stop staring and eat.”

“What am I!”

Embarrassed by Sang-woo’s fastball, Ji-woo put his head into the rice bowl and began to eat waguwagu.

Glancing at Hardin’s reaction.

Hana Hardin did not have a proper interpreter yet, so only her own words were translated, but Sang-woo’s family members were unable to understand them.

And seeing that, Jung Seong-hyeon and Mrs. Lee Ae-sook smiled as if their daughter was having fun.

At that time, Sang-woo spoke to Hardin, who was next to him, as if telling him not to worry.

-Mr. Hardin, don’t pay attention to that coward. Because I’m a little short-tempered.

“hey! Jeong Sang-woo!”

Jiwoo, who had been paying attention to those words, let out a scream.

“what. It’s not wrong.”

“this!”

Ji-woo throws the spoon he was eating at Sang-woo as if he is angry.

Maybe because Ji-woo also went through a disastrous transformation through Bless.

The spoon was shot like a memorization and was about to hit Sang-woo directly.

DEEING-

Hana’s spoon stopped in front of Sang-woo by telekinesis.

“Is this crazy?”

When Sang-woo growled and tried to shoot the spoon down again, Ji-woo, who came to his senses, screamed.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Mother!”

Ji-woo hides behind Mrs. Lee Ae-sook, who was moving around and bringing food from the kitchen.

Seeing that scene, Sang-woo couldn’t bring himself to shoot the spoon and fluttered.

-…ha ha ha. You have a good relationship with your brother.

He smiled like he was having fun.

Sangwoo’s face crumpled.

‘Oooh, what a disgrace because of that crazy bitch.’

Jiwoo’s face was also crumpled.

‘Oh, I should look good to Mr. Hardin, but my image is ruined because of that idiot!’

Their irritated gazes met in the air.

Two people roaring like an invisible spark.

It was dried by Sang-woo’s parents and said,

“Stop being my son and eat.”

“okay. I’m not kidding around the table.”

It was Woohyun who quietly ate next to Sangwoo.

“…I’m embarrassed. stop.”

“…uh.”

Sang-woo slipped the spoon he was holding into Ji-woo’s rice bowl with mental power.

Jiwoo also moved slowly and returned to her seat and began to eat as if nothing had happened.

“Ho-ho-ho. It’s not like this.”

-…yes. Hahaha…

Hardin answered with an awkward smile.

Although he had a bright face on the outside, he was anticipating that life on Earth would not be easy on the inside.

* * *

Raven Manor.

A series of people were there.

Nigel, Raven and Sang-woo were welcoming them.

“Long time no see. Marquis of Shamir.”

“Long time no see. Duke Raven.”

A ridiculous situation in which the Duke treats the Marquis with respect.

However, it was only natural to pay respect to Marquis Bershael, an elf who had already lived for hundreds of years and who was once the king of the elven kingdom.

“Construction must be busy, but what are you doing to this shabby place on the outskirts?”

Nigel asked directly.

His question contained several meanings.

At one time, they participated in various battles with Raven and were quite close.

However, it was after the elves diverted their routes to the Duke of Bismarck.

In the end, the Duke of Raven almost fell into a state of collapse and moved away to the outskirts. In contrast, the Marquis of Berschael, the head of the elves, took advantage of various interests in connection with the Duke of Bismarck and went well in the capital.

Nigel asked with this meaning in mind.

Marquis Shamir Berschael also knew the meaning behind his question, so he laughed bitterly.

‘…I’m sorry.’

But there are no eternal enemies and no eternal friends.

The Marquis of Berschael only made the best choice in that situation.

For yourself and for the elves who believe in you.

That’s why Marquis Vershael proudly opened her mouth to complete her mission.

“I think you already guessed. I have come to convey the emperor’s imperial decree.”

“I receive the emperor.”

Nigel and Raven knelt in front of the Marquis of Verschael and bowed.

The Marquis of Berschael stood up at that figure and took out the marble in his bosom.

As he poured mana into the orb, a video streamed from the orb.

A middle-aged man with a cool and strong appearance with a neatly trimmed beard.

It was Bismarck.

The only difference from before was the splendid crown on his head.

And in the video, Emperor Bismarck was not a recorded video.

I was watching them in real time.

Emperor Bismarck smiled at Raven and Nigel and opened his mouth.

– Long time no see. Raven Duke. And…

Emperor Bismarck looked away after saying hello to Nigel.

There is

-…Kaisel.

There was Raven, the guardian sword of the Empire.

The two of them quietly responded to Emperor Bismarck’s greetings.

“Meet the Emperor.”

“Meet the Emperor.”

their greetings.

The smile on Emperor Bismarck’s face deepened.

Their greetings were somewhat mixed with the meaning of acknowledging the new emperor.

It was a fairly important procedure to confirm whether or not the emperor had risen for treason.

And coming out of the Raven Duke family so politely means that, contrary to his expectations, an amicable agreement can be reached without any armed conflict.

So Emperor Bismarck had no choice but to be willing to be in this situation.

-ha ha ha. It’s embarrassing to set an example like that. Be comfortable. Take it easy.

Emperor Bismarck said with a chuckle.

Raven bowed her head at those words.

His head was lifted.

“…so be it.”

A provocative gaze turned to Emperor Bismarck.

< Investigation Team (1) > End