Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 153

Beast of Possibility (3)

He is tall and has broad shoulders.

Even from the outside, he looks so elegant that you might think he’s a nobleman.

But what catches people’s attention more than all these things is their ears.

The long, pointed ears that humans cannot have were showing who they were.

“It feels as if we’ve recently been in a war.”

“There are blood stains everywhere and the soot all appears to be recent.”

“Mr. Baradis. Are there really any traces of the Mother World Tree in a place like this?”

It felt like a whisper, but the pronunciation and rhyme were clearly audible.

The guards looked at them in amazement as they heard the language of the elves for the first time, but the only conversation they exchanged was an ominous first impression of Deirmar.

“…Knight Vlad said. “Mother World Tree’s memories were brought from this city.”

There were negative reports from the rangers, but Baridis still decided to believe them.

Vlad clearly said that the memory of Mother World Tree began in a place called Deermar in Hainal.

Other humans may not have known it, but the words of Vlad, who protected the young World Tree, were worth trusting.

“I’ve waited a long time. “The lord has just given permission for you to enter.”

The language of the elves can be heard softly in the eyes of humans.

Duncan approached the clearly visible border between the two worlds and opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

Although it was unexpected, he was clearly an important guest, so there would be no reason not to welcome him.

“Please come in. “I will guide you.”

Maybe he knows?

That he was the first person in the history of the empire to open the door for elves.

With Duncan’s command, the gate that seemed to need to be replaced began to open little by little.

However, even though Deermar’s gate was shabby and creaking, its movement was meaningful enough.

“…As expected, you were right.”

Deermar, a city that is beginning to open up for elves.

The rangers’ eyes began to shine as they saw a city of humans they were encountering for the first time in their lives.

Obviously, the city of humans I was seeing for the first time was full of unfamiliar aspects, but the smell of the air floating around the city had a familiarity that somehow reminded me of Aushurin.

—-?

And this is where the familiarity begins. Deermar’s white mansion.

A white snake on a hill with its head raised high above it.

The snake, which was visible even from a distance, seemed to be making a puzzled expression towards the elves.

“Welcome to Deirmar. “Everyone, elves.”

Varadis nodded slightly as he listened to Duncan.

A city where humans meet for the first time.

Although they were very nervous due to the unfamiliarity, Deermar was clearly welcoming them.

Like a white tail wagging towards elves who recognize it.

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An old bar located in the darkness of the city.

The scarred man, leaning against the shadow between the bars, nodded as he saw Vlad approaching from afar.

“Thank you for visiting. “Marcus.”

“Now it’s Poznań.”

“…Wouldn’t it be confusing if you changed the name that much?”

Markus, who had now become a poznan, simply smiled coldly at Vlad’s playful scolding.

“With this, all your cooperation back then has been repaid.”

“all right. “I will no longer be condescending about what happened during Charles’ time.”

Poznan simply looked away from Vlad, who shrugged his shoulders as if he understood.

A bold guy who dared to make a deal with the leader of an undercover group.

Even the two successors of Bayezid’s blood would not dare to treat themselves so easily.

“Use it well and return it.”

“all right. “Marcus.”

Vlad put the crow Marcus had given him in his arms and wandered into the bar in front of him as if nothing had happened.

It was as if he didn’t care at all what was waiting inside.

“Just like I heard, he really is a guy who doesn’t listen.”

Vlad said it was Poznań, but he insisted on saying it was Marcus.

The nameless man realized that he would be remembered as Marcus for a long time, as much as the young knight’s stubbornness.

“The name Marcus had a nice sound to it.”

The man who should not be remembered suddenly had a long drawn cigarette in his mouth.

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A brilliant golden color was shining on the glass of wine the owner was holding out.

Beer is a specialty of the West and the pride of this bar.

Vlad’s tongue licked his dry lips as he looked at alcohol for the first time in his life.

Chopal’s senses that worked in the rose’s smile were speaking.

This alcohol with floating white bubbles must taste amazing.

“Do you mean a dwarf?”

“okay. A dwarf. “Short and stocky guys.”

Although his eyes did not leave the beer, Vlad’s open palm was pointing at his waist.

The owner of the bar just tilted his head as he looked at Vlad’s hand movements that seemed to indicate that he was of this height.

“But why are the dwarves suddenly…”

“They say they buy and sell here. “Dwarves.”

At Vlad’s indifferent words, the air around me instantly began to settle.

The bar owner and the employee who was carrying the dishes were looking confused in front of me.

And even the men who were lying on the table as if they were drunk.

Everyone began glaring at Vlad with eyes that were completely different from before.

“I came here knowing everything. So let’s not go back too far.”

However, even in a situation where everyone was staring at him, Vlad just quietly raised his drink.

A knight of Bayezid born in the darkness of the back alleys.

Vlad was holding a beer glass as if nothing had happened, and his eyes contained a sticky warning that only his peers could recognize.

“From now on, I will ask you questions, so all you have to do is answer them. “I don’t think it’s that difficult of a question.”

Even the slave trader who had been through many hardships was unable to hide his nervousness due to the energy that Vlad was giving off.

The smell of a big man, completely different from his younger self.

Now the existence of Vlad has become a world so big and wide that the dark back alleys cannot contain it.

“I came here because I heard there were dwarves locked up in the warehouse here.”

Although Vlad had been ordered to take a vacation, he still came here to complete his duties.

Although he was Bayezid’s knight, he was Josef’s knight.

Vlad, who had left Deermar and reached Nassau, received a small mission from his master, who was bedridden, and came here.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about… keaaaaaa!”

“I usually start with my fingers, but I’m a little busy right now. So, let’s start with the wrist.”

A wrist flies in the distance behind a calmly speaking voice.

The slave trader, who was disguised as a bar owner, was screaming loudly due to the belated pain, but his gang members were not able to easily attack Vlad.

“I want you to know that next to the remaining hand is the head. “This is the Shoah way.”

The blue eyes shining on the calmly smiling face are eerie.

The slave trader, who was struggling to hold on to his severed wrist, was only then able to recognize who the man in front of him was.

“Vlad of Shoshoara! “Blue eyes!”

“……under. What are blue eyes? really.”

With reverence and pride in the North, but with fear in the West.

“So, dwarves. Is it there or not?”

Vlad’s name, which was bound to be as different as his appearance, was being called with different meanings and was spreading across the continent.

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The reason why the cavalry of the West is famous.

No one can deny that it was due to the excellence of their horses and horsemanship, but the biggest reason was the light yet sturdy weapons they carried.

Arrows fly farther.

Harder shields and armor.

The differences in weapons are small, but make an important difference on the battlefield.

All of this was extorted from the blood and sweat of the dwarves.

Therefore, like the dwarves currently imprisoned behind bars, trade with them was actively carried out in the West.

“…….”

The man behind the bars had even his beard, the pride of the dwarves, cut off.

The muscles exposed on the skinny body looked pitiful.

The whip marks carved all over his back clearly showed how he had been treated.

As

the sound of a heavy lock came from above, the tense breathing of the trapped youngsters could be heard.

A dark dungeon and chains that tightly bound hands and feet.

And the countless abuses that occurred there were enough to break even the strong souls that flowed in the dwarves’ blood.

“Let’s see….Bulkaru? Volcano?”

“…It’s a Vulcanoe.”

A man came down with the sound of creaking boards.

Although it was daytime, the smell of beer coming from the young guy was already strong.

It seemed like the guy who was smiling and had a bad appearance had as much yellow hair as his hair.

Well, since he’s snooping around slaves at such a young age, he must be a very rotten person.

“hmm. hmm. good. Vulcanoe. okay.”

“……?”

However, as the blond young man in front of him approached, Vulcanu was able to smell a fishy smell hidden among the beer smell.

It was the smell of blood.

And the distinct smell of blood that cannot be overcome by just one person.

“Are there really only dwarves here? “I heard you are indeed a merchant specializing in dwarves.”

As expected from the information Marcus gave, the cages stacked like boxes were full of dwarves.

Dwarves are trapped in a space so small that they cannot even move their hands and feet properly.

Vlad, who checked the young dwarves he saw among them, just quietly tilted the beer glass he was holding.

“…Don’t accept your offer. If you just release the children here, they will cooperate in making weapons…”

“I will release them all.”

It starts off cool and goes down the throat smoothly.

It was definitely a cheaper drink than whiskey, but Vlad felt like he was going to fall for beer, which was his first taste.

“what?”

“Instead, there is a condition. “Vulcanoe.”

Vlad pulled up a nearby chair, threw down his beer glass, and made eye contact with the dwarf named Vulcanu.

I finally found it. Dwarf.

“I am Vlad of Shoara. “He is a knight who works under Josef Bayezid, the second son of the Bayezid family.”

The sound of a beer glass falling to the ground is loud.

At the same time, in Vlad’s hand was a bundle of keys covered in blood stains.

Suggestions and choices.

The words that Josef commanded were flowing from Vlad’s mouth.

“He wants to have a relationship with the Dwarven Liberation Front.”

A dungeon that feels like it can’t even get air.

There, there was a letter and a crow being passed through the barely open window.

“If you swear that you will bring the answer to this letter, all dwarves here are free.”

The dwarves were trapped in narrow bars, and Josef was trapped in a weak body since birth.

The two, who were standing in a shabby state, needed a hole to escape into the wider world in order to survive.

“And this is just a question.”

The first cup full of duty was for Josef.

And the next glass containing the sunken gold is for the voice.

Seeing Vulcanu bewildered by the sudden proposal, Vlad decided to bring up another question he had been keeping inside.

“Is there any legend about the Sword Master on the island you are on?”

Vlad had not forgotten.

The contract at that time to find the name.

The traces of the Sword Master in the elf village clearly pointed towards the west, where the dwarves were.