Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 519

Chapter 519,

Chapter 142. Negotiations (5)

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Kingelo Plenary.

The bitter loss in the Sota Desert was not enough, and the leader suddenly coughed up blood again, so the atmosphere was not good. Only Boubar and Inas were giggling.

“Hey Zephyrin. You’re using power again…”

“The leader would have to regain consciousness to control Zephyrin-sama, but I lost my energy again. It keeps repeating itself. Vice-captain, I thought that I should also speak in unison this time.”

When Vishkel and Berakt spoke in frustration, Joe nodded.

“No, if you are the Grand Duke of the Demon World, you are the Grand Duke. Isn’t this a bit too much? You spit out a handful of blood!”

“You don’t intervene, shut up, Joe. Seriously, every time I have to tell you to shut up like this, do I have to leave that snout alone? Shall I break your jaw so you never speak again?”

“Eh, Zephyrin-sama couldn’t help it either. Isn’t Zephyrin the one who wishes for the leader’s recovery more than any of us? You must be frustrated because you are in a similar situation to Mr. Murakan from Sir Jin.”

“Hmm that’s right. Margiela.”

It was difficult for Joe to hide his absurd mind whenever this happened. If he had done exactly what Margiela had just said, without making a single mistake, Berakt would have rushed to death, asking where he was talking presumptuously.

‘A narrow-minded, dog-like, dirty, smelly discriminatory prisoner!’

The moment Jo thought so, Margiela turned her head to meet his eyes.

‘I can’t think of such a bad idea, Mr. Joe!’

Then he showed his mouth like this, and Joe let out a clearing of his throat with his hair standing upright.

Dreuk!

The door is open. It was Zephyrin that entered.

“Are you here, Zephyrin-nim!”

Those who were seated stood up in unison and were polite.

“Uh Archduke… I’m here. Something like this… Even the tiger… will come if I say it.”

Zephyrin waved her hand as if it were annoying to those who stood up and instructed them to sit down.

“Sister! Archduke Zephyrin is here? Everyone was talking about the Archduke.”

“Did you talk about me? what?”

“Ah, what were you talking about? Everyone is Archduke Zephyrin.”

“I was talking about something cool. Wouldn’t it be burdensome for those below us to visit enemy territory alone? Thank you for your hard work, Zephyrin-nim.”

Vishkel hurriedly cut off Ainas’ words and changed the topic. They found out that Zephyrin is extremely low-pressure.

Berakt, who said he would say something, only sighed when he saw Zephyrin’s atmosphere and ‘face’.

‘Damn, I’m a great warrior, I’m in the middle of the day. Why is the chin like that…? Could it be that he was hit?’

Zephyrin’s chin was very swollen.

“Hahaha, by the way, Grand Duke! Where did you get this hump from? If you explode it, will something like a story come out?”

On the other hand, Ainas, despite being stopped once, seemed to chuckle as she put her hand on her swollen chin without notice.

Of course, it was created by being struck by the giant or Talaris.

“Ah ah Ainas… that’s not okay. The Archduke could be angry…”

“Hee hee, this is the first time I’ve seen it! sister! Touch your sister too.”

“Ah… no… no… no, you madman! Just die die! What are you doing to the Grand Duke? Die! Die!”

Bubbubuck!

Bianca suddenly changed and spat out fists and nutheads in rapid fire. Ainas started to run away, but Bianca soon followed her with a club in her hand.

Margiela rolled her wheelchair and approached Zephyrin.

“Um, how was it? Mr. Zephyrin.”

“…We were supposed to have a meeting, Margiela. The date will be notified by Jin-Kyung and we can analyze things in the meeting room. Any information we find at that time must be shared. That goddamn Lord Gene Runcandel.”

“Wow, that’s a great harvest!”

“Do you really think so?”

“Sure. If any other of us had gone, wouldn’t we have gotten nothing?”

In the meantime, Caligo’s sister Bianca, who had been circling among the executives, regained her reason somewhat.

“Uh… I… what did I do. I’m sorry… It hurt, Ainas.”

“Uh huh. no. It’s okay… Huh? But what does this smell like? Grand Duke, what did you eat there? The Grand Duke smells so delicious.”

This time, Bianca also sniffed near Zephyrin.

After the beating, Zephyrin had returned from eating at Tikan. Refusing a meal in such a situation seemed somehow against the dignity of the Grand Duke of the Demon Realm, so I couldn’t help it.

‘Ha… Why was that cookie so annoyingly delicious and crazy? That strawberry pie…’ When

Zephyrin took out the Ritra cookie she had brought from her chest, the Caligo sisters immediately took a bite of it and jumped in joy. expressed

In other words, it was a piece of shit.

Bishkel couldn’t help but feel bitter and sad, as if frost had landed on his chest, wondering how on earth Kingelo had become like this.

“Should I tell you a funny story for the depressed Zephyrin?”

Tsarruk Margiela said as she rolled the wheelchair.

“What is it?”

“Maybe something sad will happen to Jinkyung sooner or later, Mr. Zephyrin.”

“A sad thing…?”

Margiela smiled softly.

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“Hmmm, I ate a lot. Even the cookies I had left for the kids were swept away.”

“Still, I kept the strawberry pie, Jet. I couldn’t help but eat at the table because of strawberry pie, but it’s not as good as strawberry pie. cancer.”

“Of course, Mr. Murakan is the best!”

After dinner, the party gathered in small groups to talk or smoke cigarettes.

Talaris had heard of everything that had happened in Sotha Desert and was examining the blueprints and machinery.

“Huh, there must be wizards specializing in proper analysis of blueprints. This password magic is probably a new type of zipline. The machine… the seer said it was a game-changer?”

“Yes, Mr Thalaris.”

“I’d rather be talking about the cannons of the Dark Kingdom that talk about mana inhalation, but I can’t figure out how such a small thing is used?”

All of Jin’s colleagues and helpers he has met so far have had the same reaction.

“I did too. But as I kept thinking about it, I came up with this idea. I wonder if it has something to do with the cube summoning device used by Ziffle in the Gaifa Islands…” “It

must be the last survivor of Hester named Aria Owlheart and Mischa. I’m not sure if it’s possible to decrypt the blueprints with record magic, but can’t we definitely find out the maker of the machine?”

“I think so too.”

“And it would be nice if Kingelo could do all the decryption, but… I think the Black Dragon Misha would be of some help as well.”

“Misha is not in touch. It’s been a year. I am a little worried now.”

The last time Jin met Misha was around this time last year. After visiting Temar’s second tomb, he went to ask about the recording device.

At that time, Jin was able to reunite with Valeria naturally after receiving information from Misha that ‘Aria Owlheart is in Mamit’.

“It’s one year, so it won’t be a big deal to the dragon, so you don’t have to worry about it, son-in-law. Having fought together, it was not something that would be caught anywhere. As a comrade in arms, I also want to have a drink with Missha.”

“Yes kid. The mistress is right. That oblivion will show up on its own when the time is right, so let’s just stop caring about it. huh? When I think of that face, I get goosebumps. And it’s not omnipotent either. He’s good at shady things like breaking codes, but he often fails.”

“Uhhh, the handsome brother must be afraid of his sister, right?”

“Are you scared?”

“Ah, so you’re actually the one who’s worried?”

“If you know the devil as much as I do, you can realize how pointless the act of worrying is. If you make up your mind and hide, how will humans find something that even the gods couldn’t find?”

“Demon stone is a combination of the abilities of several gods, so you don’t know yet, right? I think you need to be a little more honest.”

“Noisy. Anyway, I think it would be more helpful to find a genius magic engineer as soon as possible instead of Misha. Improving Dark Kingdom equipment and recognizing that mysterious machine.”

“I need a magic engineer and I need to meet Mischa. I have a lot to ask.”

After reminding himself of the need for a magic engineer, Jin was diligently searching through his memories of his previous life.

It was to recall who among the real genius magic engineers he knew had not belonged to Ziffle or the imperial family until now.

‘Ramos Phil? Ah, he was already a member of the Imperial Academy when I was a reserve rider. Hopper Newman? no. Was the Sylar family… a family that only existed until the early 1700s?’

Magic engineering was one of the lowest ranked areas of Jinn’s interest in magic.

As a result, there were not very many people I remembered, and most of them were either dead or already affiliated.

“He’s a genius magic engineer, hehe… There were a few like that among the kids who were my girlfriends. Can I contact you once? son-in-law.”

“Your lover? I don’t trust you very much, but the mistress. And did you like those corrupt kids?”

“I would appreciate it if you would, Mr. Thalaris. I’m thinking of meeting all the magic engineers who don’t belong yet.”

“Okay, but there are conditions. If you call me mother-in-law, I will do it.”

“Sure, mother-in-law. Of course you should call her mother-in-law. How much did my mother-in-law do for me so far?”

“Jin, now to you!”

Siris sighed and widened her eyes.

“Kheung too! My son-in-law is the only one who responded to my jokes today! It’s all just straight-up. Ahaha!”

Talaris and Jin giggled.

‘Mother and Jin, is this so funny? But somehow it makes me laugh too. Is it because of the harmonious and friendly atmosphere?’

Siris held back a smile.

“Oh son-in-law. Look at that. Just a little more and he’ll laugh too. son-in-law know that? When she was little, she called herself Ice Princess.”

“Ice Princess… no, Ice Princess, Mr. Siris. How old are you talking about?”

“ha? Are you an ice princess? My little boy is the black prince. have you heard The Black Prince of Runkandel.”

“Black Prince? Poor. I think Ice Princess is better than that, Jean.”

In the end, Siris burst into laughter and answered those who were giggling. I think that’s good.

After laughing and chatting for a while, Talaris straightened her hair and stood up.

“Ahaha, I laughed a lot thanks to my son-in-law.”

“Are you going? Mr. Thalaris.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“I will prepare to see you off.”

“Your son-in-law has to go with you.”

“Are you saying secret words?”

“okay. To be precise, at the secret palace training ground.”

“Why is the secret palace training ground…”

“I heard that you received a secret book written by Shiron himself from your sister, Mary Runkandel. This mother-in-law will directly help you complete the property. This is the price for my laughter.”