Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 171
I didn’t get on the divine train today.
Since dawn he crossed several mountain ranges got on a wagon rode a teleport twice and had a lot of travel so he decided to take a day off in this village with a train station.
“Just pick any house in this town.”
Lethe who was walking side by side said while brushing her pure white hair.
“It is a great grace and honor to welcome a priest the apostle of the goddess into your home.”
Hearing this Simon blinked.
“Isn’t it a nuisance?”
“Oh well… it could be a bit like that if you suddenly visit it? But this place is like this. Did you see the farmers before? Just feed them put them to sleep and receive the grace of the goddess wouldn’t that be an advantage too?”
Simon shook his head.
“As expected it’s a nuisance. I think it’s better to just quietly enter the inn.”
“Well if you say it that way it can’t be helped.”
The two went into a moderately large and clean-looking inn in the center of the village. The lower floor was a tavern and the upper floor was an inn.
Crosses sacred patterns and objects are displayed all over the walls. Rather than feeling like an inn or tavern it feels like being in a pious home chapel.
People at the table were busy talking among themselves while enjoying drinks and food.
Simon and Lethe walked to the counter. The owner of the inn with a furry beard was busy setting the food.
“Laus! May the blessings of the goddess be with you. Is there any vacancy?”
Simon said hello. The innkeeper who was frantically carrying a large meal glanced at the two of them from the side of his eye and said
“Two men and women? One room with a big bed?”
“Is this crazy?”
Lethe who was standing next to her with her arms folded growled.
Utcha! The owner who put the food down making a noise wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
“Uh-huh if you’re not a young friend you can say no but your mouth is terrible…”
Belatedly the innkeeper’s gaze properly turned to Lethe. The moment he saw her white school uniform made of cloth his mouth opened in disbelief.
“Ra la la Laus!”
The innkeeper jumped out of the crackling counter and immediately fell at Lethe’s feet resting his forehead on the floor.
“May the priest be blessed by the great goddess!”
The guests who had been looking around wondering what the fuss was about all shouted Rausu and rose from their seats.
“Because it’s like this.”
Lethe sighed and shook her head.
“Everyone raise your head.”
The innkeeper suddenly raised his head. It was a terrified expression.
“Eh I didn’t recognize the Priest of Ephnel! I committed a mortal sin!”
“Okay two of the best rooms here. I’d like a room as far away from me and this human as possible.”
“Yes yep!”
The innkeeper went upstairs to clean the room. His family members in the kitchen shouted “Rausu” and burst out escorting the two to a table and bringing their dishes.
I didn’t even order but the fact that the dish was coming meant that the dish that was supposed to go to other customers was coming this way.
Lethe said.
“We ate earlier. Please bring these to the original owners.”
“yes yes!”
But this time the people around him who were enjoying the booze were not able to drink because they glanced at Lethe. There were also people who pretended to pray out of the blue saying that she was in front of a priest.
“Did you see?”
Lethe rubbed her chin and smiled proudly.
“Let’s just go into any house. Then we just have to be a nuisance to those people. How many people are we going to be a nuisance to now?”
“….”
“If you come to the Federation it’s good for us or the other side to do according to the culture of the Federation. From now on I will…”
Then Simon got up from his seat.
“Good evening brothers and sisters.”
All of a sudden everyone’s eyes turned from Lethe to Simon. Embarrassed Lethe opened her mouth and gestured with her hands to signal to sit down but Simon smiled and opened her mouth as if to leave her to me.
“My name is Apprentice Scar Serafino. Would it be all right if I prayed for you guys?”
At that everyone stopped what they were doing and began to put their hands together as if they had been waiting.
Simon skillfully controlling the atmosphere joined his hands and began to pray.
The content of the prayer was made to be something that everyone could relate to.
health.
luck.
and happiness.
Every time Simon rhymed people everywhere muttered Rausu.
Simon who finished his prayer in a calm voice lowered his palm.
“It’s a good night. I spend my days like this with the wine and food the goddess gave me. I don’t think faith is grandiose. It’s our daily life it’s a habit. Isn’t it also a belief to be faithful to the grace of this goddess? ?”
Simon averted his gaze.
“Why don’t the priest allow the believers to focus on the grace bestowed by the Goddess faithfully tonight?”
Lethe laughed inwardly.
The sound of letting me play without noticing. In that short time he acquired the language of the Holy Commonwealth and melted it into his own taking control of the local people.
The appearance of going back and forth between people’s moods with only three tongues really resembled an apprentice priest.
‘…I hate to admit it but I’m good at it. I don’t think I need to worry about getting caught by the Heretic Questioner on the train.’
Lethe nodded.
“Okay I’ll allow it.”
Saying that Lethe lifted her wine glass.
“Thank you for the grace of the goddess.”
“Thanks for the grace!”
Everyone cheered and took a sip of wine or water. The atmosphere dissipated like a lie and people started chattering loudly again. Finally without paying attention to Lethe they laughed and enjoyed themselves returning to a lively atmosphere.
Simon sat down and said.
“how is it?”
“… Jeop you’re doing well.”
Lette had been watching Simon’s efforts for two weeks so he didn’t say anything more.
“But how can you pray so well when you don’t even believe in the real Goddess?”
“Health luck happiness. Even if it’s not faith the universal sincerity of human beings works.”
Simon also thought he had a good start as a priest. Then he said the owner came down and the cleaning was done.
The two went up to the second floor and unpacked. Exhausted Lette immediately collapsed on the bed and Simon asked Lette’s permission to go shopping alone.
She looked at Simon with a suspicious look then buried her face in a pillow and said
“Don’t do useless things just buy something and come back.”
“okay.”
It seemed that scoring points with Lethe earlier on the first floor worked well. Simon came out of the inn where the cool evening breeze was blowing.
‘First of all secure funds.’
Simon went to the town’s antiques dealer to ask the residents. There he cashed in an ancient coin similar to the one he handed over to the broker.
Although the value of the coin was less than what he had given the broker he managed to get money to spend in the Holy Commonwealth during the vacation.
The currency system of the Holy Commonwealth is unified only with ‘Blanc’ and the approximate value of currency is as follows.
1 Gold = 100000 Blanc.
1 silver = 100 blanc.
I just exchanged 20 million blancs for coins so it’s about 200 gold from the Dark Federation. This was a very very generous travel fund.
“Where is the market in this town?”
“Ah! At this time the night market would have been open. Let’s go over there on the road.”
“thank you!”
Simon naturally mingled among the inhabitants. He sometimes felt a strange thrill that he was in the Holy Federation whenever he realized that he was a necromancer. He of course was confident that he would not be seen as he had been at the inn earlier.
‘Yes this is also a place where people live.’
I thought it was a problem because the hostility between the Dark Union and the Holy Federation was so strong.
The Holy Federation educated the Dark Alliance as a cursed land occupied by evil demons.
They described that 90% of the country is rotting because they did not receive the grace of the goddess and not even a single piece of grass grows.
The Dark Alliance was no different.
They portrayed the Holy Commonwealth as a place where corrupt priests exploited and squeezed ordinary people to death for the sake of the goddess. It was said that the bodies of people who had died of starvation were piled up like mountains on the streets but it seemed far from such a sight.
In fact if you come to each other you will soon know that the story is wrong.
‘Wow.’
arrived at the night market. Even at night exotic bright lights were on all over the place and numerous stalls were tightly packed.
Simon a stranger wandered around the market full of lights feeling the feeling of traveling.
‘I have to buy something…’
Simon stopped in front of the stalls on display.
“Laus! May the Goddess’ protection be with adventurers. Is there something you are looking for?”
Merchants of the Holy Commonwealth were less noisy solicitors. Instead when I stopped walking and looked at the goods I immediately ran to say hello received the customer’s greeting and showed an active appearance.
“How much is this?”
What Simon took out was a mask that covered his entire face. On a white background the creases in the eyes and cheeks were covered with a phylogenetic black pattern.
Looking around the market there were quite a few masks that looked like this. Even if you buy these it will be impossible to investigate who bought them all.
“That’s 5000 Blancs!”
About 50 silver. Doesn’t sound bad.
‘Then what should I do?’
There were many similar designs so Simon was contemplating what color to choose.
* * *
fly
It smells.
Thirty minutes before the man smelled it he turned around and entered the night market as if possessed.
‘….’
There are many people in the market.
When there are many people the smells also mix.
However this terrible stench with a slight burnt smell and a stale smell was clear even amidst the numerous smells.
‘The smell of jet black.’
the man walked
I walked by relying only on my sense of smell not my sight.
Then I bumped into some people who got annoyed and yelled at me but the man ignored me. He was preoccupied with the smell like a madman.
The man who was walking around the night market was sniffing and blowing his nose.
A jet black distinctive burnt smell.
and the smell of corpses.
The man was sure.
‘A necromancer is somewhere here.’
He looked around and moved frantically.
‘The smell is strong.’
The burnt smell stings my nose.
this is right
I quickly stopped and looked around.
Where are you? Where is he?
And beside the man who was frantically looking around there was Simon among the crowd choosing a mask from a stall.
Simon chose a mask he liked paid the price and walked away.
“you.”
snap!
The man hurriedly jumped in and grabbed him by the collar.
However what the man caught was not Simon who had just passed by but the hulking man next to him. The big man who was suddenly grabbed by the collar crumpled his face.
“What what? You bastard.”
The man ignored it and yanked at the hunk’s clothes tearing them apart. Then he stuck his nose into his bare skin.
sniff sniff.
His nose widens and he smells the left breast.
It’s not burnt.
Just a stinky nasty smell of sweat. Nausea came up….
Wow!
A man hit by the hunk’s fist falls to the floor. He shouted with a disgusted look on his face.
“You crazy! What is this? You crazy bastard!”
Male voice male voice.
The people in the market retreated and formed a circle around the two.
“What is it a fight?”
“Wow look at his size.”
The big guy came closer his knuckles untied with a ferocious expression. The man stumbled and stood up.
‘Damn it.’
The fishy taste of blood came up to my nose and I missed the smell.
When I let go of all the Necromancers I caught I suddenly felt annoyed.
“Goddess.”
The man staggered up from his seat and made the sign of the cross. Then he began to mumble in a small cold voice.
“I have waited for the time of judgment. Today too I am sending your creature into the arms of the goddess. If his punishment is light I hope that he will embrace it and if his punishment is heavy he will be thrown into eternal hell.”
“What are you talking about bastard! Have you not been hit yet?”
As the hulking stride approached the surrounding crowd quickly split left and right. Then the hulking roared and slammed his fists.
Turn-up.
The big fist he threw with all his might was lightly blocked by the man’s raised hand.
The big man was sweating profusely and no matter how hard he tried the man wouldn’t budge. Even his fist doesn’t come off.
Awesome!
“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
The back of his hand and wrist kissed. When the man let go of his hand the big man knelt down on one knee clutching his disjointed wrist.
“you.”
The man squatted down.
“Is this heresy?”
At that very word the big man’s face turned white.
The reaction of the people around him was the same. Cover your mouth or scream. People who were far away turned their backs and even ran away.
“You missed him. Is that on purpose? What’s your relationship with him?”
A subspace opened behind the man’s back.
Chunk! Took! cooong!
Numerous instruments of torture such as torture wheels cutters torture tables large saws maces barbed maces and molds fell and tumbled on the floor.
“Heretic Questioner Metin.”
He gripped the spiked mace in his hand and raised it above his head.
“I’ll start the heresy question.”
