Episode 413
“Come on, the opportunity to hit the jackpot like this will never come again. Watch Raon’s battles, earn money, eat pheasants, and eat eggs!”
Rimmer clapped his hands and raised his voice to attract more guests.
“This is a game board where you can enjoy the confrontation between Raon Sieghart, a dog dealer who leads a gang of mad dogs, and Muston, a young swordsman who is a student of the swordsman and will shake the world in the future!”
At his joyful shouts, the makeshift gambling hall was filled to capacity.
-Huh….
Lars shook his head excitedly while looking at Rimer.
-The main king has seen quite a few demons, but it’s the first time that he’s so different from the character of demons.
The guy muttered, “It’s amazing how a guy like that came out of the lofty elves.”
Raon nodded his head firmly.
‘I didn’t even know there was an elf like that.’
If you think of the elf race, you’ll usually think of a quiet life surrounded by nature with a beautiful appearance, high affinity for nature, and an exclusive personality.
-Didn’t the king say that? If you grab it and pull it, it will fall off.
‘Maybe.’
He smiled and nodded his head. These are the actions that back alley thugs would do, as long as they didn’t have a handsome face.
As Lars said, I wondered if those ears were detachable.
Raon approached the increasingly crowded gambling hall in Limer.
The people who gathered were predicting today’s victory or defeat to bet money.
“Oh, who should I bet my money on?”
“Of course it’s Raon. Do you think I got the nickname White Sword Dragon through gambling?”
“I’d pick a benefactor too, but the opponent is the opponent.”
“that’s right. You shouldn’t take it for granted that you’re not someone else and that you’re a disciple of the Five Swordsman Swordsman.”
“Oh, it is difficult. What should I do with this…”
Originally, the money should have flowed to Raon, who was active this time, but the value of the name of the swordsman was so huge that people couldn’t easily bet.
“I don’t know! I want to trust my benefactor!”
“that’s right. If you’re not sure, let’s go with loyalty!”
“Certainly, the white sword dragon is the main son. You ended this war alone.”
“Me too, Raon!”
When the people right in front of the stall bet on Raon, the people behind them nodded, saying they would bet on Raon.
“Oh, you don’t know.”
Rimer smiled smirking at the money piled up in front of the newsstand.
“As I said earlier, it was not Raon alone who ended this war. I helped.”
He sighed excitedly, saying that he had managed to finish the war thanks to his support, when Raon was groaning from exhaustion.
“uh? The party is over there! Raon!”
Rimer gestured to Raon, who was standing blankly behind him.
“Huh…”
Raon let out a fuss while looking at Rimer.
‘That person is really…’
I never imagined that he would rather use it for gambling, let alone be ashamed. It was as shameless as Merlin’s.
“Raon. you tell me! Did you finish it by yourself at the end?”
“It is not.”
He shook his head, saying he would not have been able to cut the Sphere of Morale without the help of Rimer and Wendy Aryan.
“Then what would have happened if there hadn’t been a subdivision or my help in the middle?”
“It must have been very dangerous.”
This time, I had no choice but to be honest.
“Look! Because they’re all bubbles. It’s the king of foam rubbing both palms together with soap!”
Rimer called it a dog-dog of the mad dogs or a white sword dragon, and now it’s a bubble.
“It breaks my heart to see you all confused. Let me give you a little hint. Rumor has it that the disciple of the Sword Demon captured the White Blood Church’s apostle and the Black Tower’s floor beam before coming here.”
During the festival, he said that it was the first time he knew that the Sword Demon had a disciple, but then he talked nonsense.
“In addition, Raon used to be nicknamed the Little Sword Demon. Even in order to take away that name, Muston will do his best in the confrontation!”
“Huh! Catch the apostle and the floor pillar?”
“Certainly, his momentum was sharp, and it was more than worthy of the name of a disciple of a sword demon.”
“It’s the nickname of a small sword demon, so if there’s something like that, I’ll do my best.”
“Because I hear you. It’s more confusing…”
While the people were thinking more deeply, the three princes went to the front of the stall and put down the bag of gold coins.
thud!
My eyes focused on the heavy sound of the bag hitting the table.
“500 gold coins for Raon Sieghart.”
People’s eyes were filled with desire at his huge betting.
“Huh!”
“The 500 gold coins?”
“If it’s 500…”
Everyone couldn’t even hear their breathing as if they were calculating the dividend in their heads.
“I have decided! Go to the apprentice of the sword demon!”
“Ten silver coins for Muston!”
“Get out of the way! It starts with me!”
“Even my child’s candy money is dedicated to Muston!”
People who were worried poured money on the table without worrying about it.
“Three Princes?”
Raon called the three princes.
“Umm…”
The three princes shook their shoulders and averted their eyes and looked towards Limer.
‘what?’
It was strange for him to look like a child who was caught stealing while betting money.
‘no way?’
He frowned and sent a message to the Three Princes to come.
[Did our Danju make it?]
[That’s it…]
Seeing the answer tremble, it was clear that Rimer gave the order.
[Why the hell did the prince play the sweetheart’s gamble… Ah!]
I thought about how Rimer was playing the three princes.
[Could it be Martha?]
[Keep it!]
Seeing the three princes startled, I was convinced.
It was clear that Rimer knew that the Three Princes had a heart for Martha and that he would give them information about her and asked him to develop a gambling board.
Raon bit his lip.
‘What will that person really do?’
It was almost like a scam. I wondered what kind of person this was.
“here! here!”
“Get the money quickly!”
“I’m going to bet on the disciple of the sword demon!”
“I am Raon!”
I was going to stop it, but people’s eyes were already stained with madness. It seemed like a riot would happen if it dried.
“Now it’s your turn!”
Rimmer couldn’t handle the customer alone and gestured aside.
“Yeah…”
Dorian, who was hiding in the corner, popped out and wrote down the amount people bet on and put the money in his belly pocket.
“What are you again?”
“They say it’s the bank today…”
Dorian sniffed and took the money.
“Today, some of the fees from this gambling board will be donated to help rebuild the Aryan family! Think of everyone as donating and bet your money!”
Rimmer made a noise that a large amount of the fees earned today would be donated to the Aryan family.
“You donate?”
“Then let’s go further!”
“Shut up and take my money!”
“Raon!”
“Muston!”
When the good intention of donation was intervened, people started betting on the money they had saved.
-Wouldn’t it be?
Lars shook his head, saying that the ears couldn’t do anything good.
‘I can’t say I donate but I can’t.’
Even Rimer would not lie about donations. I couldn’t imagine that he would think such a good idea, so I laughed out loud.
Looking at it now, the signboard of the newsstand also said to donate.
‘I thought I’d see Danju again… Huh?’
Raon opened his mouth wide as he read the words.
end of the sign. [Fee 40%] was written in very small letters so that even the master could only see it if he focused his eyes.
‘Forty forty percent?’
Illegal gambling commissions were only 10% to 20%, but 40% was an insane rate that even usurers would cry.
‘I can understand why you want to donate.’
If the fee was 40%, it would literally sweep the money, so it was clear that he was thinking of taking the snot out of it.
-Didn’t the king say that? That ear piercing is incurable.
“Whoa…”
Raon sighed as he looked at Rimer whose eyes turned into gold coins.
That
‘s the real Dark Elf
.
“Master.”
He bowed his head to Rektar, who sat on the sofa and looked out the window.
“It is time for sparring.”
“Right.”
Rektar, who stayed that way for two days after meeting Raon, turned his head for the first time.
back.
Muston bit his lip as he looked at the teacher whose eyes were empty.
‘Damn it…’
I tried to fight him to show that I was better than Raon, but it seemed to only show his spirit.
Ever since he met Raon, Rektar had been drinking wine without looking up at the sky.
Muston grabbed the sheath, remembering Raon, who seemed to be reflected in Rektar’s eyes.
‘bouncer.’
You’re going to beat me and share the sword with Master?
I remembered the face of the guy who said arrogant things without knowing the skills of this side, and without knowing it, my hands went into strength.
Pudeudeuk.
He let out a twisted groan as if the scabbard was about to break.
My stomach shuddered as if I had pretended to think of Raon, who had the nickname of the Small Sword Demon and the Sword Dragon and even took the teacher’s interest.
‘I’ll break it no matter what.’
Raon only belongs to Sieghart and has not been taught Glenn’s martial arts.
It was only natural that he, who inherited the sword demon’s martial arts and trained for a longer time, would win.
“Master.”
Muston took a step closer to the Sword Demon.
“Today, I will win Dalian, and I will prevent that cheeky bastard’s sword from reaching Master.”
“Be careful.”
Rektar slowly turned his head.
“The kid is strong. Don’t look at it lightly, and fight as if you were the strongest enemy you’ve ever fought.”
“The greatest enemy…”
Muston bit his lip.
‘So you’re saying you’re recognizing him…’
Rektar is someone who doesn’t easily admit it. My heart tightened at the thought that such a lofty teacher had praised the young bastard over him.
In particular, since he was not chosen as a disciple by Rektar himself, he was now filled with anger beyond anger.
“Please watch. I will prove that I am the only one worthy of being Master’s disciple!”
Muston turned around with a cool look in his eyes.
Lektar shook his head as he looked at Muston’s back.
“You are firmly mistaken.”
The first apprentice seemed to be in a big delusion, but now it seemed that there was no meaning to anything he said.
Rather, I thought it might be helpful to him, so I left it alone.
“Huh…”
Rektar looked out the window again and let out a thick breath.
“I’ll find out today whether I’m right or not.”
* * *
Raon went up above the arena before the sun rose in the center of the sky.
Rumors about the Dalian spread, so the area around the Dalian was full of people from the Aryan family as well as the warriors who had volunteered this time.
“Wowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“He came up!”
“Raon! Raon! Raon!”
“White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon! White Sword Dragon!”
Perhaps because they had all met at least once, cheers erupted that were grander than Sieghart’s.
As Raon responded to the cheers by raising his hand, the crowd on the other side split and Sword Demon Rektar and his apprentice Muston approached with heavy steps.
Muston bowed his head to the Sword Demon and came up to the arena.
“Oohhh!”
“Muston! Muston!”
“Disciple of the Sword Demon!”
“The divinity that killed the apostle and the floor leader!”
Thanks to the people who bet on Muston for Rimer’s tricks, the voices of support for Muston weren’t too far behind.
As Muston approached the center, his bloody eyes glistened as if he was on the verge of life and death.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this day to come.”
“I did too.”
Raon nodded calmly.
“The nicknames of a small sword demon and a sword dragon. You got them because you were lucky. If I had come before you, those names would have been put before me.”
“I’m not interested, so take it.”
I have no interest in this name. He shrugged his shoulders as he didn’t mind being called Raon Sieghart like before.
“That’s the point. I don’t like that arrogance.”
“I don’t think that’s all?”
From the first sight, Muston fired a similar ferocity. It’s not like they’re just being cocky.
“I’ll make it impossible for him to open his mouth today.”
He grabbed the swordsman and fired an intense eye light that seemed to be on fire.
“Nobody could do that.”
“Shut up!”
“Even that curse is the same.”
Raon smiled and took a step forward. We faced Muston at a distance where we could hear each other’s breathing.
As soon as the two took the posture that they were ready, I looked over the arena and Keaton came up.
“It’s Owen’s Borini Keaton, who’s refereeing today.”
He bowed his head to Raon and Muston in turn with respect.
“You can never live. Since it’s Dalian, please set an example for each other.”
“yes.”
“Okay.”
Borini Kitten heard the two men’s answers and retreated to the edge of the arena.
“Then let’s start the match between Raon Sieghard and Muston!”
He lowered his hand that had pierced the sky and went down the arena.
“Raon Sieghart.”
Muston immediately drew his sword and charged. An aura that draws out with full force from the start. With eyes filled with inferiority complex, he struck down the sword.
“hmm?”
Raon frowned as he watched Muston’s sword strike falling obliquely.
‘what?’
There are not just one or two tricks embedded in the sword attack.
Faaaaang!
It was fast, heavy, intense, sharp, varied, and imbued with fantasy.
Tuong!
In order to observe his sword a little more closely, I stepped on Taehwabo to the left and stepped back.
“Where are you running away!”
Muston’s sword bent like a snake chasing a mouse and caught up. Accuracy and flexibility were combined with the various techniques of swordsmanship that he felt a while ago.
Chee-ying!
Raon bent back and let Muston’s sword slip away. I could see the bangs that hadn’t sunk in the madness parted and fluttered in the air.
Percussion!
I squeezed my ankles and stepped back as if I was pushing ice, narrowing my eyes.
‘…A long sword.’
Swordsmanship techniques are as diverse as the number of swordsmen. Most swordsmanship is made by harmonizing some of the techniques of various martial arts, but those who master the sword are different.
They gather the swordsmanships they are learning and will learn in the future and constantly develop them into new swordsmanship.
Right now, the smell of that long sword flowed from Muston’s swordsmanship.
‘The Sword Demon’s sword was a full sword…’
The people known to have learned the Man Sword so far were Glenn Sieghardt and Derus Robert, but it seems that the Sword Demon also learned the Man sword.
‘Just…’
Raon clicked his tongue briefly as he watched Muston pour out sword strikes one after another while wearing a blazing strong wind.
‘Iza only listened to the show.’
Mangeom is his own swordsmanship created by condensing numerous swordsmanships, but Muston’s sword technique did not harmonize with each other.
A quick sword, but not fast, a heavy sword, but not heavy, and a strong sword, but not strong. I mixed all kinds of swordsmanship, but none of them harmonized with mine.
‘And the author doesn’t look at me.’
His shoulders were stiff and his hands were full of strength. From the beginning, he used useless swordsmanship, but it seemed that his goal was to show the Sword Demon behind him, not this side.
‘It’s meaningless sparring.’
Raon’s eyes hardened coldly. There was no need to waste any more time because the one who had nothing to gain was only getting angry.
“You can’t avoid this!”
Muston rushes in like a thunderbolt and unleashes the sword he had leaned back.
He surrounded his son-in-law with the technique of a heavy sword so that it could not be avoided, and in the center of the sword, a quick sword and a strong sword, and even the trick of a deceptive sword and a fantasy sword were included.
Koo Goo Goo!
As if gravity had strengthened, his body became heavy, and his eyes were filled with the light of swords entwined in red rivers. It was a sword strike that contained the height of splendor.
‘Even an excellent master would not be able to properly respond to that flashy and intense swordsmanship. But…’
I’m not.
Because he was walking the path of the Mangeom, one step ahead of Muston, he could break through such a clumsy swordsmanship.
I decided to give a lesson to a fool who walks the same long sword path.
cooong!
Raon stepped on the advance. The hot energy rising from his legs wrapped around his whole body, narrowing the gap with Muston.
Chiririling!
The moment his sword was about to touch his skin, he pulled out the Jecheon sword. The explosive energy of a cartoonist sprinted through the mana circuits of his whole body and emitted intense red flames from his right hand.
The eyes of Muston, who was overcome with jealousy, change. With eyes widening in astonishment, he opens his mouth wide.
‘It’s already late.’
It’s meaningless even if you come to your senses now. Because the foot swordsmanship was already touching his swordplay.
Quaaaaaa!
The techniques of the Celestial Sword were not as diverse as those of Muston, but the speed, accuracy, and strength needed most at this moment were in perfect harmony.
The simple yet harmonious techniques faded like moonlight and collided with the mighty swordsman Muston raised.
Wow!
The tricks in Muston’s sword are erased one by one.
The speed disappears, the heaviness is broken, and the change and fantasy subside. Where all tricks disappeared, all that was left was an ordinary sword.
Jiji Jijik!
I gave strength to the wrist that bent the Jecheon Sword until the end.
Kyaaaaaang!
Muston’s sword, where everything had disappeared, was split in half and stuck into the arena.
“Ah….”
He swung the sword and placed it on the scared Muston’s neck. He trembled his lips without any reaction.
“We kept our promise to show results.”
As if Raon hadn’t realized the reality yet, he lowered his jecheon sword while looking at the sword demon behind him, not the blinded Muston.
“I’d like a second sparring, please.”
