Chapter 532
Raon spent a late night at an inn in a small village built near the town of Kapoli.
It was a place where both a restaurant and a lodging business were run, but when I woke up after a deep sleep, the store was empty. Neither the owner nor the chef was in sight.
-I’m hungry. Where has everyone gone?
Lars waved his hand, asking the chef to come quickly.
-Offer a meal to the King!
‘I’ll be there soon.’
Raon sat down at the table in the middle, brushing off Lars who was pushing his plump stomach.
After a while, the door of the inn opened, and a man with a pale expression, as if wearing a mask, approached and stood opposite.
“See you Raon.”
The man put his hands together and bowed his head.
“My name is Denzel of the black fleet directly under the black market owner.”
“My name is Raon Sieghardt.”
Denzel was in a state of open air, so he didn’t care and revealed his real name.
“You came sooner than I thought.”
Raon looked at Denzel and smiled lightly. Unlike himself, who knew about the receiver factory in advance, he had not expected that the black market would come to him so quickly as he had only recently learned of the information.
“Isn’t this a normal thing?”
Denzel let out a sigh and sat down in the seat opposite.
“As Raon said, the number of disappearances of unmanned people has increased recently. “It is said that there were more cases where injured people or bodies that had recently died disappeared.”
“Hmm….”
Raon whetted his appetite as he watched Denzel naturally unfold the information.
‘It’s fast and accurate.’
Denzel also told us where and which drones and bodies had disappeared. To know such detailed information so quickly, it seemed as if the information and financial power of the black marketeers were greater than that of the Six Emperors.
“If we continue to investigate the traces of the missing soldiers, we may be able to create a path to track down the secret forces, even if it is a bit forced. “It will take some time, but is that okay?”
“It won’t take much time.”
“yes? “What is that…”
Denzel widened his eyes as if wondering what he was talking about.
“Yesterday we found the location of a factory that makes assassins from corpses.”
“Are you serious?”
“As expected, it was located underneath the iron ore factory. The scale was bigger than I thought. There were a lot of assassins and necromancers…”
Raon told me the location of the factory and the number of people in the facility that he had seen yesterday.
“Huh.”
Denzel couldn’t close his mouth, as if he didn’t know that he would gather a thousand pieces of information in just one day.
“The Okmyeong ghost and the monster ghost were there. Demons who treat people as worse than animals…”
He chewed his lip as if he loathed the necromancers Shupel and Juran.
“With this much information, we can move faster. Get ready….”
“There’s still some left.”
Raon shook his head at Denzel, who was trying to get up.
“The woman who appears to be in charge there said that new supplies would arrive tomorrow.”
“If we talk about supply….”
“Of course, they will be drones who will be used as material for zombie assassins.”
He told me that the corpses of both living and already dead warriors would pour into that place tomorrow.
“Oh then!”
Denzel exclaimed as if he now understood.
“We can make up an excuse that we tracked those drones and discovered that place! “I can hit it tomorrow!”
“you’re right.”
There is no place on the continent without black market residents.
If we were to say that he was spotted entering the lake while moving to look for missing drones, Derus’ suspicion would be avoided.
“Awesome. “There is no better way than this in this situation!”
Denzel sighed as he looked at Raon.
‘I understand why the black market owner gave me so much consideration.’
The black market owner continued to send invaluable information to Raon.
I wondered why he suffered such a loss, but this young warrior was a person whose value could not be put in monetary terms.
It was clearly an investment made in advance for a man who was looking forward to the future, not just the present.
“We will prepare to enter immediately tomorrow. We quickly summoned our unmanned personnel as well…”
“No.”
Raon slowly shook his head.
“I will fight alone.”
“But they are assassins. “It would be completely different from dealing with an unmanned person…”
Denzel swallowed dryly as if he was worried.
“it’s okay.”
Raon slowly lowered his eyelids and opened them. An eerie chill rose above his cold eyes.
“Because I’m used to fighting like that.”
* * *
The grand garden of the Robert family.
The quiet promenade of Derus Robert was crowded with many people unlike usual.
“Congratulations.”
“congratulations.”
“young master. Happy birthday!”
The people gathered in the garden, dressed in colorful robes and dresses, approached Repon Robert, the youngest son of Derus Robert, and congratulated him.
“thank you.”
Repon, wearing black robes that looked similar to Raon’s, bowed his head to the people. There was even a line lined up in front of him to say hello.
A bit too polite for a child who is not yet 20 years old. It was an appearance that showed how high the dignity of the Robert family was.
However, despite being congratulated by many people, Repon’s expression was not very bright.
As he was exchanging greetings with an awkward smile, the two swordsmen guarding the entrance to the garden stamped their feet loudly.
“The matriarch is entering!”
Derus Robert entered the entrance of the grand garden with the prosecutors’ loud shouts.
A serious step that was neither heavy nor light, but clearly showed its presence. It was an appearance that showed what kind of person he was.
“Matriarch!”
“See you, matriarch.”
Derus received people’s greetings lightly and stood in front of the fountain built in the center of the garden.
“Lepon, come here.”
“yes.”
Today’s protagonist, Repon, approached him.
“Thank you so much for coming all the way to celebrate Repon’s birthday.”
Derus held Repon’s shoulder and smiled softly.
“Absolutely not!”
“Rather, we are honored!”
“Call me anytime!”
People bowed their heads, saying they were just happy to be here.
“I just want to thank you for saying that.”
Derus Robert smiled softly and made eye contact with each person one by one.
“Lepon. “You should say hello too.”
“yes. father.”
Repon came in front of Derus with his mouth tightly shut.
“Thank you so much for sharing my birthday with me.”
He smiled somewhat stiffly and bent towards the center.
“Waaaaaa!”
“Congratulations again. young master!”
“I hope you continue to be healthy.”
Even though people knew Repon’s expression, they applauded to the point where their ears were ringing when they saw Derus behind him.
“Now Repon, you don’t have much time left until you become an adult. “Do you have any goals?”
The head of the Lapatan family, a vassal of the Robert family, who was sitting in the front row, asked with a smile.
“I want to become a prosecutor like Raon.”
Without hesitation at all, Repon brought out his goal and dream.
“Raon Sieghardt?”
“Ah, White Sword Dragon…”
“So…”
The people seemed to have noticed why Repon’s expression was not good, and briefly took a sip of their food.
“This child’s goal has always been to become a Raon prosecutor. “The situation is not good right now, so please understand.”
Derus held Repon’s trembling hand and smiled kindly.
“There is no official announcement yet that Prosecutor Raon has left, so just trust and wait. “I don’t think he would die that easily.”
“yes. father!”
Repon nodded, looking at Derus as if he was moved.
“I’m sorry for ruining the mood of a good day.”
Controlling his emotions, he first approached the guests and greeted them.
People smiled as if they were touched by the affectionate father-son relationship and the kindness of Derus, who even thought of a warrior from a rival family.
Derus watched with pride as Repon began to chat with the guests, and then slipped into the empty space on the left.
“What’s going on?”
As he turned his back and asked, Kubara appeared from the shadows of the bushes holding a tray and prostrated himself.
“It is said that the supplies you ordered have arrived in front of the factory corridor.”
“What are the numbers?”
“The living material is sixty-two, the dead material is one hundred and thirty.”
“Who went as an escort?”
“This is Balmail.”
“It’s a good choice.”
He nodded, satisfied that Balmail had moved.
“Balmail has excellent senses, so it must have moved well on its own. good night. “Let them in.”
“yes.”
Kubara handed over the drink he had brought on a tray to Derus and quietly disappeared.
“You don’t die that easily…”
Derus moistened his mouth with the alcohol Kubara had left behind and looked at Repon.
His eyes sank coldly as he looked at his son, who had regained his smile.
“There is nothing like that in the world.”
* * *
Lake Bayonne, which borders Mount Haro, splits without a sound.
When Resia, who was standing in front of the lake, briefly gestured, the flow of mana was distorted, creating the illusion of a peaceful lake as if the waterway had never been split in the first place.
“That’s it.”
When Resia nodded towards the back, monsters wearing black robes and masks appeared.
“From now on, just follow where I step.”
“….”
The masked people did not respond but quietly followed behind her.
Lesia walked along a path covered in mud and moss until she reached the turtle-shaped rock sticking out in the center of the lake.
When she touched the rock with her mana-filled fingers, the floor opened and a passageway opened.
“….”
It was an amazing sight that would make anyone’s mouth drop open, but the masked people’s eyes did not change at all, as if they felt nothing.
“Please come in.”
Lesia went into the passage first without any reaction, as if she knew that would happen.
Wooooow!
She touched the wall as soon as all the masked people entered the passage. The open ceiling closed and the cracked lake returned to its original appearance.
“This way.”
As soon as the door closed, Lesia led the masked people and ran down the passage.
Her walking skills were so fast that even the average unmanned person could not keep up with them, but none of the masked people fell behind.
Wow!
Lesia stopped walking and turned around when she saw dozens of iron bars imprisoning dead warriors.
“Thank you for your hard work coming here. Mr. Balmail.”
Lesia bowed her head to the masked person standing in front.
“Lesia.”
The tall masked man with fierce eyes slowly clenched his chin.
“You know he’s very interested in this place, right?”
“of course.”
Lesia carefully lowered her head.
“Are the improvements being made to sign-up customers going well?”
“If we use the materials Balmail brought, we can definitely improve it.”
She looked at Balmail with calm eyes, as if she was confident.
“hmm.”
As Balmail gestured backwards, the masked men placed their hands on the floor.
Hwaaaaaaa!
The black shadow that rose up from their grasp vomited out nearly two hundred people.
The sixty people on the right were breathing lowly as if they were still alive, while the people on the left had already stopped breathing.
“The living material is sixty-two, the dead material is one hundred and thirty. “All of them are Expert or higher, and there are three Masters.”
Balmail raised his finger and pointed it directly at the Master.
“To the master!”
Lesia nodded deeply while checking the status of the masters.
“Let’s go up together. “You two will be very welcome.”
“done. “I just feel dirty when I see those old people.”
Balmail waved his hand as if he had no interest at all.
“…All right.”
When Lesia lightly gestured, the assassins hiding around the prison came out and started to lock up the people that Balmail had taken out.
Because the hands were rough, the living people came to their senses one by one.
“What…”
“Where are we…”
“Who are you!”
The warriors screamed as they were locked in the cage, but Resia and Balmail paid no attention.
“How old is this guy?”
“It’s all Danjeon….”
“The aurors are blocked!”
“this!”
Their lips trembled as they tried to break the cage but realized that they could not use their Aurors.
“Then I will report back.”
After trapping all the warriors, Lesia went up the stairs built at the end of the passage.
“these guys! Get me out now! Do you know who I am?”
The middle-aged warrior who came to his senses belatedly shook the iron bars and screamed.
“I am the master of the Ciceron family….”
“I am Ciceron.”
When the family name was mentioned, Balmail was the first to take a step. He approached the man who called out that he was from the Ciceron family and smiled brightly.
“Cikeron and Sieghardt mean nothing to me.”
“Now wait a minute…”
The military person leaned back as if he felt fear from his laughter.
“Wherever you go. Master of the Ciceron family.”
Balmail twisted his mouth and pulled out the warrior’s right eye with his finger.
“Kwaaaaaak!”
When he fell down screaming, all the people who had been screaming to get him out fell silent and their eyes trembled.
“It’s nice that it’s quiet.”
It was time for Balmail to shake off his blood-soaked hands.
Cheeeeee!
Behind his back, dozens of daggers stretched out like soaring hawks and pierced the hearts of the assassins and masked people hiding in the gaps of the prison.
“What… Wow!”
Balmail tried to move his body before turning around, but before he knew it, a blue blade was sticking out over his heart.
“Ii….”
“Sieghart is also meaningless?”
Raon, who had dyed black hair and black eyes, covered Balmail’s mouth and let out an eerie smile.
“That doesn’t seem to be the case.”
