Chapter 364,
Chapter 111. Trace (4)
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September 19, 1799 An inn toad house in the southwestern part of the Kiken Empire.
Valeria was sitting in the lobby, drinking beer, dyed her hair black and wearing light leather armor. The staff was wrapped in cloth as if it were a spear and stood at an angle, and it looked like a novice adventurer in training.
Her eyes had been fixed on a flyer hanging on the wall of the inn.
(Gene Runkandel once said that beauty is another name for you. Entrust yourself to the amazing rendition of gold top makeup.)
Embarrassing advertising copy aside (however, the advertisement at the top of the gold top was a huge box office hit every time). ) It was amazing that flyers were attached to such a small city.
“I bet there aren’t many mercenaries in the world who order beer alone in broad daylight and look at advertisement flyers with such a cold face. I recommend changing the settings a bit from now on. It would be perfect if you cook a lot and put a magazine for mercenaries in front of you.”
Jin sat down in front of her and shrugged.
“Did you really say that?”
“What about your other name? no way.”
No one recognized him even though Jin himself was in front of several ad flyers attached in succession.
Jin opened the menu and naturally called the owner. He even ordered a bunch of dishes.
“Steamed lamb and beef intestine stew with lots of peppers and onions. This is a bit of pepper. And…”
After saying that, Jin looked at Valeria’s mood.
‘Unknowingly, you mentioned the menus you often ate when you went together in your previous life. As I ate according to the teacher, my taste buds also changed a bit.’
Fortunately, Valeria did not react otherwise.
‘Well, these are foods you can eat at any inn. I don’t think there’s anything strange about it.’
But Valeria thought to herself like this.
‘Plenty of pepper onion, lots of pepper. what is so accurate? It’s not very unusual, although there are often people who eat like that.’
It was during her time in the Gray Owl Mercenary that Valeria was accustomed to that taste. Valeria, who suddenly remembered them, smiled bitterly.
‘Strangely sometimes… I feel like Gene Runkandel knows me well.’
It had been a long time since Valeria had eaten those menus with others, but she thought she didn’t hate it. Not very good, though.
I filled my stomach to the fullest. In order to create a duo of ordinary mercenaries, they chatter about requests and the future of their lives as mercenaries.
“You worked hard, Arya Owlheart. It’s amazing that you found the Myoin tribe in three months.”
After leaving the inn, getting a horse, and entering the quiet road to Wantaramo, Jin opened his mouth.
“I haven’t completely found it yet, but as I wrote in the letter, I only found traces. It leads to Wantaramo Forest.”
Jin nodded.
Actually, I don’t know that Wantaramo Forest is not an ordinary forest. This is the first time I’ve even heard of the name.
Just as he was about to say that, Valeria continued talking behind his back.
“Besides, if the Myoin didn’t leave it on purpose, I wouldn’t have even found a trace of it. It’s them, not me, that’s great.”
“The Myoin Tribe intentionally left traces?”
“okay. They know I’m looking for them. He seems to have noticed about a month ago, but since then, he has secretly sent messages to me, as if telling a riddle.”
The Myoin were inducing Valeria to come to Wantaramo Forest.
‘If I could leave a message for the pursuer, at least not everyone was killed then…’
When I found the third tomb, I thought of the moment I left the cave barrier with them and left alone. One part of my heart felt heavy, as if a lump of iron was still on it.
-I heard that the barriers of the Cats are quite interesting. you or them There are only things that make it harder than you think.
The words of the specter who broke the barrier of the Myoin tribe and entered the cave at the time.
Even after hearing that, Jin hadn’t asked the Observer what they had done to the Myoin.
It was because there was no time to catch weak points or engage in psychological warfare with them.
Afterwards, Berakt appeared and the fact that he was unable to ask about the life and death of the Myo-In tribe remained in his mind even with the other wraiths he encountered while escaping the forest.
“If possible, I tried to contact you after meeting them in person. However, since it was the Wantaramo Forest, they needed to accompany a person they had a crush on. I thought they might have decided to get rid of me.”
“eliminate?”
Valeria tilted her head at Jin’s question.
“You don’t know what Wantaramo Forest is like?”
“uh. I don’t know.”
“Then why did you pretend to know?”
“When did I…?”
“You did.”
“No, I was just trying to answer honestly. You just didn’t give me a chance to speak.”
food.
Valeria gave a light laugh.
“I actually tested it. I was a little curious about the intelligence of the riders of Runkandel. It seems that Wantaramo Forest is at least unacceptable information for lower riders.”
It wasn’t a big deal, but it felt like a blow to the back of the head.
“I apologize if I offended you.”
“are you okay. What is that forest?”
“I don’t know about Wantaramo Forest, but I’m sure you’ve heard of Kawangju, right?”
“I have been drinking. Father gave it to you.”
“Most people in the world would know you as the youngest hated child, but you were a beloved child. To the extent that Shiron Runcandel would bestow the King of Kings. The Wantaramo forest is the land where the king is made.”
Only then did Jin realize why Casimir had talked about negotiations with Wantaramo Forest by the previous emperors and ministers of Bement when Casimir was young.
Gawangju.
Sake brewed for a special person at a special time on a special day.
There was only one race in the world that could create the King of Kings.
‘It must have been a forest with descendants of the fairies.’
Very few people knew that the descendants of the fairies lived in the Wantaramo Forest.
Although it is the twelfth, most of the dragons who have lived for thousands of years, not to mention Jin, the rider of Runkandel, do not know about it.
Literally standing at the top of the world, or close to the top, those in power and their aides. Or, only those who had the special ability to reveal various secrets of the world could know the identity of Wantaramo.
And everyone who knew Wantaramo used to approach him very cautiously.
It was because the Wantaramo forest was a ‘public property’ of the powerful. If there is a problem in the forest after telling useless people about Wantaramo, everyone will suffer a loss together.
“Jean Runkandel.”
“huh.”
“The other day, while peeking through your records, I learned that the fairies are closely related to our family.”
–< The ancient fairies in the solderlet recording device confirmed by Jin Runkandel had a duty to record. > –< All the ancient fairies who did not defect a thousand years ago. >
–< The humans with the name of Histor and a deep It is related. >
In addition to the investigation to restore the spiritual record device and the search for the Cat Humans, the sentences in the record have always been a big topic for Valeria.
“Also, you said that you saw that the ancient fairies use abilities similar to Hester’s record magic in the hideout of the Myoin tribe.”
“It did.”
“So while I was looking for the Myoin Tribe, I thought about it and thought that the royal wine made by the descendants of the Fairy Tribe is also a kind of record. I wondered why I only realized that now.”
“You mean there might be some connection between the descendants of the fairies and your family?”
“that’s right.”
“Then there is a possibility that the Myoin tribe are aware of your identity to some extent. In that it was deliberately induced into the Wantaramo Forest.”
“That’s why I called you. As far as I know, the race of descendants of fairies deviate considerably from the common image conveyed to people.”
Gawangju is an alcoholic beverage with the characteristics of telling a story.
As romantic as it is, countless bards have created songs about descendants of the fairies.
Because of this, people usually think of their small and dainty appearances and mysterious and beautiful forests for some reason when talking about the descendants of the fairies.
Although their appearance and scenery are exactly the same as the general imagination.
In reality, their personalities were not like that.
“The descendants of the fairies are extremely exclusive and terribly harsh towards outsiders. To the point where ignorant people visiting Wantaramo Forest are sure to be killed if they happen to run into them.”
“That’s the first time I’ve heard of that, too.”
“I don’t even kill without pain. They play with it like a toy, and when they get bored, they stop it.”
Valeria’s position was completely different from Jin’s. She has no trust in the Myoin tribe at all.
So it was not unreasonable to think that the Myoin were intentionally trying to get rid of them as they were deliberately guiding themselves to the Wantaramo Forest, leaving traces behind.
“Perhaps, if the Myoin tribe had a crush on me and induced it, it would be time to leave a trace. I must have also informed them that Wantaramo is a dangerous place, right? Well, even if it’s like me, I’ll do this if a pursuer suddenly comes along, so I don’t have any ill feelings toward the Myo-Ink.”
“If the descendants of the fairies are such cruel people, I also think that the Myoin people might have sent a rescue signal.”
“There is no chance of that happening.”
It was night when we reached the beginning of Wantaramo Forest.
The cry of a distant animal permeated the chilly wind, and the forest seemed to show that there were no roads at all even at the beginning, as if to let people know that there were few people coming in and out of the forest.
Whoa…!
As Valeria performed the record magic, blue glowing marks appeared all over the floor.
< Lulu, a Catman tribe, leaves a trace here so that the pursuer can find it. >
Such a sentence was written on the translucent window floating in front of Valeria. All the blue marks were footprints left by Lulu.
After following the shining footsteps into the forest for about thirty minutes, the two could feel the scenery suddenly change.
The trees that were growing densely nearby began to twist. The forest moved organically, like a huge mass, and there was a gurgling sound as the trees attached and fell.
‘under…!’
Jin’s eyes widened when he saw the inside of the twisted tree.
And at once, the intent to kill arose.
It was because the bloodied Lulu was tied up in a tree.
