109. Shaman (3)
“Uh, what’s going on?”
‘What is it, you stutter bastard?’
Seeing Torres speak, the bandits’ momentum rose even further.
Although a bit bulky, they believed in their numerical superiority.
“We are members of an organization called Greenwood that manages this mountain. You have trespassed through the mountains our Greenwood manages. So, I will have to pay a toll.”
“Saturday, how much is the toll… … .”
“Three hundred for two.”
3 million won each.
The bandits enjoy the outrageous reactions of those who hear this outrageous amount.
But the atmosphere over there isn’t bad.
“Isn’t it okay if it’s three hundred won for two? Do you all have three hundred won each?”
“These are… … .”
Due to the great misunderstanding of the people, the bandits’ patience was full and cut off.
“Three million won, these guys!”
“Three million won? Isn’t that too expensive?”
“no? then… … They must give their lives.”
The bandits approached with a sly smile.
But it was strange.
People’s reactions weren’t that scary.
Usually, in this kind of atmosphere, people feel embarrassed, but people didn’t even pay attention to it in the first place.
When I felt strange, I should have run away.
But, it’s already too late.
Puck, puck!
I wondered what had passed in an instant, and the stutter knocked down all of the subordinates who approached it.
“If you come any closer, I will not leave you alone.”
The bandits felt a clear difference in abilities.
I realized why people aren’t very afraid.
“Come on, wait!”
Only then did I discover the pattern on the man’s clothes.
That’s Aeroque’s best academy, the Glyph of Grasco.
Speaking of Grasco, it has recently become famous in the field of combat science and is being reborn as the best on the continent.
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Moreover, well-trained academy undergraduates are hard to deal with.
Of course, it should be possible if you push it with a numerical advantage, but significant damage is expected.
Then there will be problems in sales.
They know when to hit and fall.
If you want to push yourself, give up without looking back.
Because that’s why they’ve survived until now.
“ha ha ha! There seems to have been a misunderstanding. It’s a toll, a joke. pass by Please arrive carefully and safely to your destination.”
Sending a wagon like that-
“Chief! Awesome!”
“What this time!”
“It’s a carriage!”
“What?”
The reports of his subordinates are completely understandable.
There is a difference between a horse-drawn carriage and a horse-drawn carriage.
If it was enough to operate a wagon, it means that you have unimaginable wealth.
“Besides, there are no vehicles that look like escorts!”
Guys with such wealth are reluctant to ride in the same car as an escort, so they run their own car.
But I’m alone
It’s like saying there is no escort.
“Who is riding inside?”
“One young man and two women!”
“Oh oh!”
Although I have a memory of being hurt by a young man a while ago, it is only because he is an undergraduate at Grasco.
“Isn’t it something like a chintara that actually hides its power like it was a while ago?”
“Hey, this time it’s different. Was it because you were scared while driving a carriage, or was it that you were running very slowly? He is clearly the son of a typical pawn.”
A smile spread across the branch manager’s lips as he heard the subordinate’s promise.
“Come on, guys, get your tools. Let’s get ready for business!”
* * *
The road from Grasco to the mansion was deliberately slow.
Because Ritt and Annesa loved the scenery outside the car window.
“Wow, Professor. Look outside over there. The scenery is so pretty.”
Anessa was also looking out with her eyes shining.
I like it that much, but it’s not urgent to go to the mansion.
I don’t think it’s bad to move while driving like this.
‘By the way… … .’
A series of crowds before me break this peaceful atmosphere.
‘What are those?’
The enemy is so clearly visible.
Eventually, they block the way.
“I think we should stop for a moment.”
“professor… … .”
Tung, Tung!
They put their faces to the car, peeked inside, and grinned.
Anessa’s face was pale, as if terrified by the sight.
– Oh, the branch manager! That’s awesome!
– Heh heh. I see It’s pretty pale.
The man who looked like a captain smirked with a fishy laugh.
Pretty… … I was unhappy.
His clothes, his attitude, and his every appearance were making all my senses uncomfortable.
-I’ll make up for all the damage I got from sending Grascoe a while ago!
At that moment, a familiar name flew into my ear and stuck in my ear.
Grasco.
‘Is Torres gone?’
Judging by the flow of the conversation, Torres also passed by, and it seemed that he ran into them.
“Professor, I… … .”
“No, you stay here with Anessa.”
Ritt glanced at Anessa.
She clasped Anessa’s trembling hand.
He looked away from the two of them and grabbed the doorknob.
“It will take a moment.”
Bump-
“Wait here.”
* * *
Amazing, Great.
The occupants of the carriage, seen up close, were more a hit than the explanations of his subordinates.
A man and woman of beauty that seems to stop the heart.
And a woman with a simple charm.
‘This, this, I made a trick today, and this kind of jackpot is coming next.’
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Men will sell high to indigo men, and women will be able to sell high prices to women.
look at that look
Isn’t it beautiful enough to make your mind wander?
It is an appearance that makes you bruise and makes you laugh out loud.
‘Before selling… … No, there is nothing to sell, so I… … uh huh.’
It felt like my lower back was already burning.
“Come on, turn them off right now… … .”
Bump-
Oh my, to come out on your own without being forced to take it out. I was worried that I might get scratched in the process of handling it harshly, but this reduces my worries.
Startle-
When the door opened and the man in the carriage came out, he unknowingly stepped backwards.
It’s not fear.
It is right to think that his body naturally reacted to the momentum he exuded.
But for a while.
The man’s appearance without a filter was truly shocking.
A demonic beauty that makes even the lust that I harbored disappear.
Indeed, it was reverent.
Every move he made gave off a magical energy that couldn’t take his eyes off him.
The man quietly closed the door of the carriage and took a few steps to sweep them away.
The moment their eyes met, the dry saliva was swallowed without realizing it.
“The Bandits of Greenwood.”
The voice that came out of his mouth was low, cool, and dignified.
Wouldn’t it be natural to bow down and worship at any moment?
“I am different from my disciple. I won’t let anyone who has been openly hostile to me is okay.”
The meaning of his words doesn’t come.
just to watch
Consciousness is entirely focused on him.
spatula-
An unfamiliar landing sound followed.
“Uh, uh…?”
When he woke up, he found himself facing the floor.
“What is this… … .”
no strength in the body The muscles that should support the whole body don’t listen to me.
The forced eyes followed the whereabouts of the subordinates.
Then, a strange scene unfolded before my eyes.
His subordinates, like himself, had their noses stuck on the floor and collapsed and fluttered.
I tried to share my body somehow, but I struggled to see if it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to.
Even at that moment, the man in front of him was wielding a sword that he did not know where he came from.
He was also bizarre.
Obviously, the sword was swung in his flesh, so blood should be spit out, but he just fell down and not a drop of blood flowed.
Just like a marionette doll with a broken thread, it just falls to the floor.
The bandits who counted hundreds turned into dolls that were broken by a single man and were thrown to the ground.
Do you feel that the scene is beautiful even at that moment?
All the moments passed, and he withdrew his sword.
His sword swept through everyone here, but no one lost his life.
However, it was not at all hopeful.
“From this moment on, you will regret that you are alive.”
* * *
Greenwood.
He is in charge of the position of miscellaneous mobs in the ＜A.Chun.Mang> worldview.
However, that race is only human.
So it didn’t kill.
It only cut off a major nerve, making it impossible to stand or walk properly again.
But that doesn’t mean it ends there.
The eyes they saw as they peered into the car.
That alone is reason enough to die, but the reason why I didn’t kill it.
Because there is a lot more suffering than death here.
“Lit. It is your turn.”
I called Lit, who was waiting in the car.
She cautiously stood by me after a month or so.
“I will finish it.”
Lit covered her nails with magic and made them in the shape of long beasts’ nails.
“No, what you have to do is not stop them from breathing.”
“Yeah?”
But even if I pointed it out, I was wrong for a long time.
I did not keep them alive to make Rit end their lives.
rather-
“Absorb their energy. Just enough to keep you conscious.”
“School, Professor. However… … .”
Ritt turned his gaze towards the car.
It seemed to speak of Anessa’s existence.
“Okay.”
However, it has nothing to do with Anessa’s presence and Ritt’s manifesting the powers of the dreamer.
“Anessa knows that you are a demon.”
“yes?”
The shaman has a ‘mind eye’.
Even if he didn’t feel the magical powers, he would have seen the essence of Rit through his heart.
However, the reason why she didn’t respond is because demons are just one of the options, not ‘evil’ to her.
Because what she judges is the soul itself, seen with her deepest eyes.
Ritt’s race had nothing to do with it.
Anessa also got out of the car and nodded her head as if agreeing with me.
Only then did Lit feel relieved and begin to absorb the spirit of the fallen bandits.
kuo ooh-
The spirits of hundreds of bandits—at once, are sucked into one being.
However, speeding up the spirit for the dreamer is an exhilarating experience that accompanies pleasure.
It doesn’t suit them.
The real thing is here, Anessa.
“Anessa, you do what you have to do.”
A shaman is a being who sees, feels, and handles spirits.
you will see it in her eyes
The spirits of those who died groaning in pain due to those bandits here.
Anessa nodded, stepped forward, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands.
sususu-
In an instant, a gloomy energy spreads around it.
As Anessa’s closed eyes opened, a gloomy energy moved in a certain pattern.
Requiem.
A ritual to soothe the souls of the spirits.
It is seen in this eye.
The way those spirits move in search of the cause of my death.
A huge soul march.
He landed on the bandits who were dyed with pleasure.
Now, those spirits will honor those bandits through the shaman Anessa.
The process will arguably be painful enough to make you regret living.
