Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner Chapter 501

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 501

Rumble- Rumble-

Simon came to Tarados and was traveling in a chariot without want.

The sound of wagon wheels rolling is familiar to the ears. The uncomfortable rattling the dangerously shaking water glass I feel better by the time I get used to everything. If there is even a book to read lightly here it is perfect.

“Simon. It’s at 6 o’clock.”

“yes.”

Of course the trip wasn’t all peaceful.

A chimera with an appearance made from a mixture of all kinds of animals was chasing after the carriage. This land of Tarados is a paradise for abandoned experimental subjects and chimeras.

Simon took one look at the chimera then returned to the book.

Fuck! puck! puck!

Black arrows rained down on Chimera like rain. Chimera who had been limping with countless arrow feathers attached to her torso eventually thumped to the sandy ground! It made a noise and fell over.

-Tadak!

-Tadadak!

The skeleton archers cheered on top of the wagon.

“Yeah they are necromancers too!”

The coachman who was driving the horse in front said admiringly.

“I never dreamed that I would be able to traverse Tarados in such a comfortable way!”

“Yes don’t worry about the Chimera and just focus on driving the wagon.”

Skeleton archers are waiting on top of the wagon and from a little further away Pier and Erzebet are following the wagon arranging the chimeras in advance.

It’s quite a pleasant trip. Lisa the younger sister of the client who decided to go with her is fast asleep and Kazan is writing down the information she has obtained so far in her notebook.

A moment of peace before a big battle breaks out.

Simon leaned on the cushion inside the carriage and turned the next page.

‘A good read. I’ve already come this far.’

Father Richard taught that if you came to an unfamiliar place whether it was a mission or a dispatch you must know the culture and history of the area to find a solution.

On the way Simon asked the coachman to tell him the story of Tarados but the coachman said that seeing this would be a ‘one shot’ and took out a book from the luggage compartment.

This book is a memoir of a ‘former lord’ during the golden age of Tarados.

The childhood story is over and the highlight of the book is just that.

This is the time when the gold mine dungeon comes out.

‘that’s interesting.’

In the gold mine dungeon that appeared in Tarados it is said that ‘gold’ drops when you actually kill a monster.

This slightly reddish gold radiated a more brilliant brilliance than any jewel on the continent and did not fade even when it was brought out of the dungeon.

Adventurers sold the gold in the market and the jewelry carved from it became sensational among high-ranking nobles and Tarados ushered in a great golden age.

“I still remember those days clearly. Upon hearing that there was a dungeon that could drop gold tens of thousands of adventurers flocked to Tarados with the dream of making a fortune.”

“A village was formed around the dungeon and the people were busy. I thought this was an opportunity. They spent money to grow and promote the village. The village has grown into the richest city in the kingdom in a few years.”

“But at the time I didn’t know. What kind of despair and pain that dungeon will bring us in the future.”

“Mmmmm.”

Lisa was tossing and turning as if the carriage was cramped. Simon stroked her hair gently and soon she fell asleep on Simon’s thigh.

Simon turned his gaze back to the book.

“The monsters in the dungeon are born on the walls of the dungeon and they have a strange ability to regenerate. Even if it is pierced by a spear it easily recovers but it can be destroyed by expelling the gold embedded in its chest out of its body. If you pick it up and give it to the merchants beckoning anxiously outside the dungeon you will get a hefty wad of money.”

“The people blinded by gold came to dominate the first floor of the dungeon where monsters do not appear. In this dungeon the wounds of people healed quickly just like the monsters. I wasn’t hungry and I didn’t have a hangover even after drinking. As if time is fixed.”

“People ate slept and drank all day on the first floor of the dungeon. Since there was nothing to harm the body even drugs became popular. They did anything for the sake of pleasure and in this world the ugliness of human beings was created. We called people living in dungeons like that ‘dungeon addicts’.”

“Dungeon addicts never tried to leave the dungeon. If you run out of money after eating and drinking all day go down to the 2nd basement floor kill dungeon monsters and hand over the gold to the merchants to get money. I bought alcohol again with that money bought a woman and bought drugs.”

“When a human loses the value of labor tragedy is bound to come.”

Kazan who was sitting next to me said abruptly.

“…Ahaha since when have you been watching?”

“I’ve been following you all the way from the first chapter.”

Kazan scratched the scar in his eye.

“Knowing the history and culture of a region is just as important as fighting.”

“You speak similarly to my father.”

Simon smiled and looked at the book again.

something goes wrong It started with the words.

“Something goes wrong. The number of ‘dungeon addicts’ increased and conversely the frequency of monsters appearing in dungeons decreased. The ‘dungeon addicts’ fought each other to claim the gold. Even if blood splatters and the head splits it will return to its original state after a while. ‘Dungeon addicts’ now kill people like pastime.”

“Gold didn’t come out so I turned my back on the merchants. Dungeon addicts who couldn’t make money couldn’t find alcohol women or drugs. In the end he jumped out of the dungeon and took the money food and even the lives of the good city residents. Just like the habit of lightly killing people in a dungeon.”

“I sent guards to try to control them. However the dungeon addicts who came out did not die no matter how much they were cut. The wound regenerated and resurrected endlessly. Yes. Before they knew it they had become the ‘monsters’ of the dungeon.”

Simon was dumbfounded.

“…A person becoming a monster did this really happen?”

“Yes it is.”

The coachman driving the carriage looked back and answered.

“When Schönne was about 5 or 6 years old his father was a ‘dungeon addict’. My mother always sighed deeply because of my father who never came home.”

“ah….”

“There’s going to be trouble soon.”

Kazan also urged.

“Go to the next page Simon.”

“Ah yep.”

“The city was burned and destroyed. The great lords were afraid that those immortal dungeon addicts would enter their territory. The kingdom sent an edict to resolve this situation by any means necessary. They said that if it fails they will have no choice but to shut down Tarados.”

“I hired skilled adventurers. They are the five most famous adventurers on the continent who have never failed to clear a dungeon. Now this is all I have left. They will go into the deepest part of the gold mine dungeon kill the dungeon master and completely destroy the dungeon.”

I can feel the mental state of the lord as he writes. Simon nervously turned to the next page.

“I did it! adventurers. No our heroes killed the dungeon lord! The dungeon began to disappear and the addicts inside and outside the dungeon finally came to their senses! Great adventurers saved Tarados!”

A strong sense of joy is felt in Yeongju’s diary.

but.

It took only one page for the lord to change his mind.

“All of this is like a nightmare. I’ve heard terrible things. The ‘dungeon addicts’ who came to their senses were furious with the heroes who saved them and asked why they destroyed our paradise. They mercilessly hacked the wounded heroes to death with knives and humiliated their corpses. There are rumors that one of them survived but I don’t know.”

“I have decided to give up the position of lord. I felt deep frustration and pessimism at human ugliness. Is this really human? Then I can no longer lead them. A new lord will be dispatched from Langestine. Good luck to him.”

The memoir was final with this.

“….”

Simon closed his eyes and closed the book. Along with the surprise that there was such a history on the continent I felt mixed emotions.

“Uncle coachman.”

“yes.”

“What happened after this?”

The coachman laughed bitterly.

“Addicts who lived in dungeons without any effort and only tasted pleasure what could they do after the dungeons disappeared? They starved to death one by one.”

“….”

“With the activation of the gold mine dungeon the economy of Tarados which maintained prices three to four times higher than other regions was also destroyed. In particular as the dungeon was destroyed all the ores used as luxury goods by the nobles faded and turned into unsightly stones. Tarados had to pay the full price for it: capital and people ebbed away gangs came in and took away anything of value.”

Simon nodded.

If the infrastructure of Tarados had been dependent on the dungeon’s income it would have been impossible to suddenly change the system and adapt the people there.

It would have become the poor territory it is today and the new lord who entered Tarados at the command of the kingdom would oppress and exploit the residents.

Then the ‘Society’ a group that conducts physical experiments came in and the Garnes Guild supported by them settled in Tarados and everything changed out of control.

“Now that more than 40 years have passed Schoene has some resentment towards the older generation.”

said the coachman.

“It happened around the time I was about to grow up and my generation had to pay for the mistakes of adults and dungeon addicts. After all after my mother died I ran away to Eprun and worked.”

“…okay.”

Kazan shook his head.

“I’m sorry during the conversation but I arrived.”

Passing through the wilderness where Chimera monsters an experiment that failed finally arrived at the ruined city.

Only the site of the house remained and the surroundings were desolate and devoid of anything.

“no way.”

“Yes this is the place in the story.”

The coachman said in a serious voice.

“Sogo the city of pleasure where there was a gold mine dungeon and enjoyed the heyday of Tarados’ history.”

This city of Sogo really had nothing left of it.

where people cannot live. It was literally in ruins. Only house sites and pillars are sparsely visible.

“According to the information the Ganeth Guild and the lord soldiers said that they would move all captured residents to these ruins.”

said Kazan.

“Is there a stronghold of the ‘commitment’ around here? Why is it in such an uncomfortable place…”

“Because it’s a place that the people of Tarados avoid. It must be a good place to secretly conduct illegal body experiments. Otherwise-“

Kazan’s eyes sharpened.

“There’s a completely new reason why I had to choose this place.”

While talking like that the carriage was passing through the ruined city.

‘….’

Hiding behind a pillar bulging white eyes were staring at them.

* * *

“Get off Lisa.”

“huh!”

We finally arrived at our destination. This place which got off the carriage was once a place where there was a gold mine dungeon in ‘Sogo’.

“I never thought I’d come back here.”

The coachman was looking around with remorseful eyes.

Simon opened his mouth.

“Didn’t the coachman ever go into a dungeon when he was young?”

“…Yes the adults prevented the children from even going near the dungeon. It was very promiscuous and it was a place where knife fights often took place. The only memory I have is that I went to find my father who was an addict and was caught and kicked out.”

Simon knelt down on one knee and spread his palms in the sand scanning the stones and debris of pillars around him.

Kazan also put his nose to the floor and sniffed.

“It’s subtle but there’s a reverberation of people coming and going. It doesn’t seem that long.”

“There are traces of sand on the pillars. They are traces of someone passing by.”

Simon’s eyes widened as he said that.

“According to the information it seems to be true that the Ganesh Guild and the Gnostic Soldiers moved people here.”

Kazan’s expression which was sniffing the surroundings became serious for an instant.

“Simon.”

“Yes Kazan.”

“be careful.”

shoot aaaaa-

shoot ah-

The sandy bottom began to rise abruptly around the ruins. Simon immediately raised pitch black and shouted.

“Mr. Coach! Lisa! Get inside the carriage!”

“Oh I see!”

The coachman hurried back to the carriage with Lisa and Simon took his place as if protecting the carriage.

Shoot aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Finally the sand rose up and the undead soldiers who were as dry as dried fish began approaching with swords and shields.

“Kazan!”

“i get it.”

The two threw themselves at the same time. Simon charged and kicked the first soldier in the head with his leg.

puck!

The soldier’s head scattered lightly. however.

meowing-

Flesh rose like mud at the destroyed part and the face was being restored.

It was the same no matter how many times it was broken.

‘Of course.’

Simon’s expression turned serious.

‘They’re immortal soldiers who regenerate in this place.’