Chapter 427 Chapter
124. Elders of Crisis (1)
After the Ghost Corps left, Murakan couldn’t control his anger.
I dreamed of a happy time with strawberry pie, but this time, it was because the situation eventually went as expected by the ‘damned little guy’.
A whopping one hundred Guardian Knights raided Jin’s personal training ground.
Since Mew and Ann were an unbelievable number that was just to warn Jin and the ghost squad, Murakan vomited his wrath as soon as he saw them.
The entire sky was dyed black with spiritual energy, and Jin’s personal training ground was shattered in half and the ceiling pierced with a few breaths from Murakan.
The guardian knights, those who gave orders to them, and the 500 mercenaries who sat on the dirt floor of the training ground and watched the prickly black dragon.
It was unexpected that the situation would turn out like this. Murakan overpowered the Guardian Knights in an instant.
Even as the Guardian Knights, being moderately suppressed was a better choice. Even though there was an order from Mu and Ann, it was judged that it was crazy to fight to the death with the family guardian spirit because of the ghost squad.
In the first place, Mew and Ann also did not think that Murakan would be protecting the Ghost Corps mercenaries.
“hey! These meaty fucking bastards. Even after seeing this body, didn’t you use a lead sword at first? uh? Fuck your head straight straight. Neither you guys nor I can sleep today. okay? Damn this…”
After the ghosts left safely, a truly extraordinary scene unfolded in the courtyard of the Garden of Swords.
Murakan is trying to fool the Guardian Knights who attacked him.
“I don’t mess around with two great black dragons. you in front you represent one.”
“stomach… To the Korean Black Dragon.”
“two.”
“Don’t mess around… don’t.”
It was an unrealistic landscape, but no one dared to stop Murakan. I don’t know if Jin is like this, but Murakan was a somewhat uncomfortable existence for everyone in the family.
And there were people who exploded in anger watching it through the window of the main house.
“under! There is no real shit like this. Does it make sense for the Garden of Swords to return to this place?”
“Brother, this is not really true. The youngest and that strange black dragon!”
Mew and Ann had their heads spinning when they saw the unexpected results and foolishness in Joshua’s room.
Joshua didn’t respond to his younger siblings’ harsh voices and was still thinking.
‘Did you expect everything up to this point just because Mew and Ann argued a little bit? The youngest.’
Judgment skills that cannot be expressed in words that are merely cautious. Even so, the bold actions and ripple power that always make the family lively…
Although he has an expressionless face, he feels impatient.
It feels like the youngest has already been chasing her down to the bottom of her chin. The youngest, who seemed like he could be trampled to death at any moment, no longer existed.
“…When you touch the youngest in the future, think twice before acting.”
When Joshua opened his mouth, Mu and Ann widened their eyes. A completely unexpected answer came.
“Brother?”
“What is that?”
“I mean you two are poking around the beehive too thoughtlessly. Trying to fight with the Tona brothers only makes you laugh.”
Joshua smiled softly as he saw Mu and Ann clenching their teeth.
“And your reputation affects me too.”
Mew and Ann looked up at Joshua startled.
Luna, who always disapproved of them, Luntia, who looked down on them no matter how much she liked them, Difus and Mary, who were not interested in each other.
Among such older brothers, Joshua was the only one who cared for and acknowledged them. It’s been a long time since Joshua spoke so coldly.
“I’m sorry, brother.”
“We will do well in the future.”
“…okay. Our job is to tidy up the mess he’s making. And no more clumsy stabbing. We must certainly conserve our strength and engage in an all-out war when the time comes.”
“yes.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“No matter what the youngest does, we better keep our pace.”
“Okay, brother.”
Joshua looked out the window. My head felt pounding at the sight of Murakan angrily punishing the Guardian Knights.
‘It’s a ghost… There will be another fight between the youngest and the elders.’
Joshua was aware of the fact that the elders commissioned the Ghost Corps to kill Jin.
‘The request went back to failure, and rather, some kind of relationship was formed between Jin and the Ghost Corps. Then, the Ghost Corps would have to shut the mouths of the clients or organize things. I wonder how Elder Jorden will solve that.’
Black Sword Chairman Jorden Runcandel.
Joshua was expecting Jin to fight against him, waste his strength, and break him. In the end, Jorden would reach out to him first.
* * *
A cottage east of Hughester on November 16, 1799.
A group of elderly people are sitting on open terraces and looking at the beach. The large round wooden table was full of luxurious gambling cards, and the hands holding them looked incredibly hard and powerful for an old man.
“Damn it. My hand doesn’t follow.”
“If you do this, you will be robbed of all the pension you will receive later. Are you worried about something? You run too much.”
“I keep worrying about the ghost captain visiting the 12th rider. Could it be that he notified the 12 Horsemen that there was a request?”
“Would you like me to inform you? Anyway, neither the 12th Horseman nor the Ghost Corps can touch us carelessly. If you don’t, you’ll turn the whole of Runkandel into an enemy. And if rumors circulate that he sold the client’s personal statue, the ghost squad’s reputation will plummet to the bottom. No one will use the Ghost Corps.”
“The ghost captain wouldn’t do such a stupid thing.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Anyway, I was planning to see an opportunity sooner or later to have a conversation with the elder, so let’s wait.”
They were the elders of Runcandel.
An elder is a class that does not need to take a vacation or reside in the Garden of Swords unless there are special circumstances.
Some devoted themselves to training to improve their martial arts, while others kept their seats in the Garden of Swords, while others spent the rest of their lives enjoying amusement and pleasure.
There were not one or two women in the brothel who only dealt with those in power higher than the royal family of Bemont, and bottles of alcohol that cost hundreds of gold coins per bottle tumbled across the floor.
“Why don’t you stop at this point, Elder?”
“That’s right, let’s go to the beach and cool off a bit.”
The instant the women said so.
The elders’ eyes changed.
“Shh quiet.”
The gazes of the elders who stood up in unison turned to the dark sea. In the night sea where no moonlight shines, only the sound of the waves lapping could be heard, but the elders sensed something else buried in the middle.
“What is a ferry?”
Naturally, the beach where the elders’ villas were located was a location that was generally unavailable.
“I’m not a lost fisherman, who can guess…”
Phew!
A dagger appeared out of nowhere and stabbed the elder in the back of the neck as he spoke. The woman who was holding the dagger was the woman who wanted to go to the beach.
At that moment, the rest of the elders tried to stab the woman with swords. Great! The floor of the nodae cracked and a group of men came out to block the sword.
“Isn’t everyone playing too complacently with a person whom even my older brother admired as a monster?”
The woman took off the ‘mask’ that covered her entire body, revealing her true self. Faye Froch. She shrugged and another elder’s neck fell.
The elders were all skilled people who had survived in Runkandel, but habit and carelessness had dulled their swords.
Conceit that no assassin would touch the elder Runkandel.
That was the reason why the elders were helpless by the Ghost Corps today.
Eventually, when Rata appeared, veins appeared on the necks of the elders.
“The ghost captain…!”
“You crazy bastard!”
“I don’t get goosebumps at all either.”
Chick Ratha lit a cigarette and looked at the besieged elders.
Just like when Fay camped out a while ago, the inside of the villa was already full of paralysis poison. In addition, dozens of snipers scattered everywhere even hit the elders’ limbs with poisoned arrows.
Nonetheless, the especially outstanding elders showed off their momentum by exuding a variety of auras. Even when everyone was fine, they couldn’t deal with Lata.
Even more so, there were even the most elite ghost crew members led by Lata, so death was predestined the moment they were allowed to infiltrate.
“creeps? What… are you talking about, Captain Ghost.”
“You don’t have any of that creepy feeling I had when dealing with the Twelve Horsemen.”
“Do you think it will be alright? Even if you kill us, the fact that you received our request is already documented. The Council of Elders is Runcandel! I will destroy you guys. Ghosts will disappear without a trace!”
The elders did not beg for their lives. With a confident voice, he only shouted that the Ghost Corps would also come to an end.
“I have chosen people well. Seeing that I am not afraid of that word at all.”
“Are you talking about the 12 horsemen?”
“then. Why did I go all the way to the Garden of Swords to find the Twelve Horsemen? It was meant to be on the same boat with him. Blame it on your complacency and incompetence for not preparing for it even after seeing it. The background of Runkandel seems to make people so stupid sometimes.”
“Neonooum!”
Squeak-!
As Lata began to wield the demon, the heads of the elders fell off.
Then, after killing all the elders with the crew, Lata said:
“Just take care of your neck and put your body on the ferry.”
* * *
The next day, the senior chairman.
“…nearly ten elders were found headless. What the hell is this all about?”
“This is an insult and a challenge to Runkandel! Who are they and who is behind them? We must make it clear and pay the blood price.”
“What kind of crazy thing did this…”
Almost all the elders gathered and were talking about the assassination that had taken place the night before. The figure of the elder Jorden was nowhere to be seen.
“Chief Hobeop! Please say something. How should our elders react to this situation?”
As Lynne Milkano tries to answer, she claps!
The gate of the elder chairman opened and a person appeared.
“Hello elders.”
It was none other than Jin who came in to say hello. A black bag was slung over his shoulder and a piece of paper was in his hand.
As soon as camp entered, the elders intuitively realized that something was wrong.
“…what is that thing you’re carrying on that shoulder?”
An elder asked in a thin, trembling voice, and Jin put the bag down on the long table in the meeting room. The necks of the elders who had died last night continued to roll across the table.
“This is the neck of the elders who targeted me. This is the contract the dead elders entrusted to the Ghost Corps to assassinate me.”
The moment Jin spoke calmly, most of the elders had to feel the sensation of something cool and sharp running down their backs.
It’s a feeling they’ve forgotten for quite some time.
It was horror.
