Episode 290 Episode
91. Respecting power and power (1)
The Volta family’s mansion is under construction.
Workers were clinging to all corners of the mansion, which looked as if it would collapse at the slightest breeze.
The lord and his family still shed tears as if they couldn’t believe this dream-like event, and the villagers who had left exhausted from the famine were returning one by one.
Vin Branche, Volta’s butler, helped the villagers with free food during the day, and in the evening, he and the lord pondered over how to use the money from Runcandel.
According to Jin’s order, Petro provided subsidy ‘in a moderate way’, but with that alone, this small manor was able to find vitality and plan for the future.
Therefore, Bin Blanche was proud. To be sure, life has never been as enjoyable as it is today.
“All of this is thanks to you. Since becoming Volta’s butler, I’ve never seen the manor come alive like this!”
Bean smiled as he brought out freshly brewed barley tea.
“When the Volta Mansion is finished, workers from Tikan will come and build your new house. We will install a blacksmith’s shop with special soundproofing in the basement. If there are any facilities you would like to add, please let us know.”
“Oh, I don’t have anything like that. I just don’t know what to do with the fact that I have a separate house. thank you!”
“I am grateful.”
Hororok.
As Jin drank barley tea, Murakan wrinkled his face in annoyance. No, since he arrived at Bin’s house, he had been showing disapproval for an entire hour.
“hey! Picon Minche come out quickly! This mustache bastard. How long are you going to keep me waiting?”
It was because Picon hadn’t raised his voice yet.
In addition, Murakan was furious that Picon did not properly explain the danger when he first gave Jin information about Temar’s first tomb.
“That sound. I’m sorry Murakan. Although I am a contractor, I do not have the ability to call Picon-nim at will.”
Vin scratched his head in embarrassment.
Picon appeared three hours later. It was about the time when Murakan’s patience reached its limit.
Vinny rolled his eyes white and convulsed. A sign that Picon is strong.
“That’s it.”
After a while, as the light shone in his white eyes, Picon’s voice was heard.
[It must be so noisy.]
“Picon.”
[Oh yeah. How are you, Gene Runcandel? Anyway, you Murakan don’t notice as ever. I’m sure you don’t really know that I stayed quiet because I didn’t want to talk to you, right?]
“What? don’t you like to talk to me? why?”
Then Picon opened his eyes wide and glared at Murakan.
[Did you forget how much you roasted me when casting Barisada and Bradamante!? He visits me every day and says nonsense, saying that the mustache will grow faster…]
“What the hell are you talking about? When did I say that!?”
Murakan really had an atmosphere of not knowing.
[Huh, don’t you remember? You don’t remember how many times Quikantel and Temar came to me without your knowledge and apologized to me, right? I mean, it’s not once or twice that I thought about destroying the production of Barisada Bradamante because of you.] As
Picon screamed, Jin looked at Muracan and clicked his tongue.
“Murakan, you are wrong.”
[Is that all? Didn’t you catch another dragon flying over our village and beat it while you were in the middle of killing yourself in my forge? Do you know how much the blacksmiths appealed to me, saying that they were scared to death because of that?]
“What are you talking about? Your blacksmith’s was in the southern corner of Vilmer Kingdom. It was stormy and far away, so it wasn’t my territory, so why did I just beat the passing dragons?”
[Wherever I am, it is my territory. Isn’t that what you were talking about at that time?]
Suddenly, Jin remembered what Murakan said in Bement Sea when he first visited Quikantel in the past.
-[Anyone who enters my territory gets hit and starts. It was like that back then.]
In fact, Murakan in his heyday was incomparably worse than he is now.
He is the most ferocious and unspeakably fierce being who is arrogant and arrogant.
Everyone who knew Murakan in his heyday remembered him that way.
Even Latri, who had never experienced Murakan, shuddered when he first saw him just from the story he had been told.
It is a well-known fact that most dragons have bad tempers.
Among them, Murakan at that time was definitely on the exceptional side.
Picon let out an angry breath. Thinking of the past suffering from Murakan, his fever seems to rise.
[Because of you, in the blacksmith village of Vilmer Kingdom, bards made and sang a song saying that the screams of dragons could be heard every day. Rumors spread, so I even heard the sound of the blacksmith walking out with you and Temar on his back!]
Murakan was confused for a while and only his eyes widened.
“That… Picon, if I really did that, I’ll apologize first. sorry.”
Picon flinched and met Murakan’s eyes.
His heart was like this. Are you sorry? Are these really the kind of words that could come out of Murakan’s mouth?
[What did you just say?]
“I’m sorry. To be honest, of all the things you said, I only remember making fun of your mustache… But looking back at my actions at the time, these were probably enough.”
[Are you Murakan? Really?]
“I seem to have some memory problems when I’ve been asleep for a thousand years. As you can see, I lost a lot of strength. Anyway, I apologize if anything has offended you.”
The first time Murakan was about to lower his head, even Jin was startled and reflexively grabbed his shoulder.
Picon also had a dumbfounded face as he grabbed Murakan.
[Hey, how about this… Hey, hey Murakan. We were close in our own way, so it was just that we were annoyed and grumpy. This makes me feel strange.]
Picon seems more uncomfortable now.
“Picon Minche.”
[Uh.]
“Was I a bad dragon a thousand years ago?”
That was Murakan’s pride.
He was confident that he had never done anything to be called an evil dragon, even though he had the strongest power and was a gentleman.
[No, it wasn’t a bad dragon. It has never harmed humans and uh again. I used to play with the kids in the village, remember? Ellie, you found the kid when he was kidnapped by Ziple… Mr. Ai. Why am I making excuses for you?]
“The Silder Ray I met at the tomb this time also cursed at me for calling me a bastard. At first I thought he was crazy, but judging from your reaction, I think there was something wrong with me. In my memory, there are only good memories with Silder Ray and you. Because they were all from Temar.”
This was the first time Jin had seen Murakan like this.
Murakan didn’t really remember. He was in a state where some of his memories right before he fell asleep were blurred, and he was aware of that fact himself.
But I didn’t think that the blurry memories would be important. If it was important, he couldn’t have forgotten it.
However, people who know or seem to know his ‘old days’ whom I met recently. For example, when I met Kingelo’s captain or Silderray Picon, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
[Hey Murakan. you are not a dragon It’s true that you bullied me then, but there was a good reason for that. Because Runcandel could only hit the jiple when Temar’s sword was completed.]
Picon shrugged and continued.
[And it’s true that you often fan of dragons. However, the invasion of the territory becomes a reason for that and again. At the time, it was natural for security, as it was Temar’s weapon that I was making at my forge. At that time, 90% of the dragons in the world belonged to Zipple.]
Murakan raised his head.
[There was no one who didn’t know that you sacrificed a lot for Runkandel and Hufester. It was nice to see you, so I was a bit grumpy, so what am I going to do if I do this?]
“Yeah, why did you say it was weird. There’s no reason for you or Silderrey to hate me, so I was dumbfounded by this. Haven’t you heard anything from Silder Ray? Did that make me a bitch? Can you imagine? That polite guy!”
[I haven’t seen Silderray since he made Tamur, the great sword. Perhaps he, like me, said something for nothing.]
“Silder Ray went one step further and called Solderlet a traitor. It was said that it was in the past that the little guy saw there through the recording device made up of aura.”
As Jin explained about the recording device for a while, Picon’s eyes widened.
[…was there such a thing? I was told by Solderlet that there would only be Guardians who emulated the will of Silderei. That’s why I tried to strengthen Bradamante by obtaining a fragment of Tamur, the great sword there.]
As Murakan expected, the aura orb was not an item used for blacksmithing.
Picon looked around at the orb and once again said he hadn’t heard of anything like this from Solderlet.
[Moreover, I don’t understand why Silderray called Solderlet a traitor. Didn’t he honor Soldert more than any of the Teenage Knights? I was always polite to you.]
“Picon. Were you still alive after I fell asleep?”
[I lived about three more years. Was it five years?]
“In the meantime, Solderlet did something bad to Runcandel. Do you remember anything like that? I hadn’t heard of it from Quikantel or Misha.”
[Oh, I guess I also met Quikantel. Yongke is alive. Anyway, as far as I know, no. As you know, Runcandel was defeated by Ziple and made a pact. If you and Temar had led that war with both of them intact…]
Picon stopped talking and looked at Murakan.
Because he knew too well. How much hurt and humiliation the two of them and Runkandel had suffered at that time.
[…I made a mistake. I’m sorry, Murakan.]
“At first, as soon as I saw you, you accused me of being a bad guy, but now do you apologize? Anyway, even though you mustachioed have become gods, you have nothing to do with dignity.”
[Anyway, that’s what I think. The reason Silderray said that seems to be an area that can be known by looking for more recording devices left by Solderlet.]
“Picon. Do you have any more keys from Solderlet?”
Picon shook his head at Jin’s question.
[That was all I had. Instead, we know who holds the key to the second tomb. Likewise, there will be a guardian in the second tomb, and there will be materials to strengthen Bradamante.]
“Who has it?”
It was an unexpected name to have the key to the second tomb.
[Olmango, the god of clams.]
