Chapter 325 – 319 Krabin, the Village Next to the Forest
= Ah, ah, ah. How to. How is it ah…… !=
Raviola, in a half-panic state, stomps at her feet in a distraught look, muttering what to do, how to harm her repeatedly.
The opponent must be a high-ranking person in Pravu, but to have a dispute like this.
Yurpa looked at Raviola for a while, then crossed her arms and crossed her legs as if she had planned this situation, and smiled awkwardly at the unconcerned Hwanin.
=Wow~ It’s been a while since I’ve seen a person with such a sense of choice.=
= Yuri unnie, what the hell is that woman? Is she also a nobleman? =
Isilite raised her eyebrows as if angry and asked, and Yurpa thought about it and denied it.
= Wouldn’t it? Judging by the feathers of the Zoin tribe attached to her ears, I think that she is most likely a direct descendant of the Fraver family, a first-class noble family. What does Lady Anne think? =
=I heard that in that neighborhood, the Join tribe are the key figures in society. Since the crystal ball is not left to anyone to manage, her sister must have guessed right. =
While the girlfriends were talking, Hwanin calmed Raviola, who was crying in despair.
“I’ll take care of this, so you don’t have to worry too much.”
= But, but…….=
“As long as I have given the names of two people who guarantee my identity, I will never pass over that side lightly. If you try to ignore this situation…….”
At that time, after arranging her labyrinth, return to Helumen and report this situation.
Even if the excuse of not having enough time to care works, there are countless villages that appear and disappear within the city area, but if you treat a village that even dispatches apostles to manage, it becomes a point of controversy.
She heard from Siha why she did not rule the tyrant dragon’s labyrinth.
Why doesn’t the city manage the village in front of the tyrant dragon’s labyrinth?
There is a high possibility of a problem, and I do not want to take responsibility for such a problem and lose my reputation.
That should be the case, but what happened to Kravin Village is not normal.
A labyrinth broke out nearby, killing village leaders and apostles, and causing hundreds of casualties. In the meantime, the fact that there has been no contact or action for 5 weeks is sufficient evidence of negligence. It’s about losing your reputation.
“It’s a matter of spiritual involvement. If you don’t properly sort this situation out and normalize Krabin Village, you’ll be stigmatized for not being able to properly manage a single village under your command.”
The Baron values honor above all else. I wonder if the department that manages crystal ball communication doesn’t know that.
“So, after a while, the other side will try to establish a communication connection. Then we can sort out the rest.”
=I really?=
“Yes. Also, do you remember the person who called for help over the phone five weeks ago?”
= I remember…….=
“I’m sure it’s not that woman.”
=Yes. No.=
At Raviola’s more sincere answer, as if the persuasion had worked, Hwanin quietly gazed at the crystal ball through which the other side was clearly visible.
If it wasn’t the woman who just received the report five weeks ago, there’s a high chance that this hunch I’m holding now is wrong, but it’s never good news that there’s no news for five weeks…….
As I crossed my arms and hoped that the feeling I was holding was wrong, the crystal ball began to flicker again.
Raviola clung to the crystal ball as if she regarded the phenomenon as the light of salvation that came down from the sky.
= This is a signal that a communication request has come from Prabur!! Holy saint, shall we connect?!=
“Yes.”
Beep-
A low-frequency sound rang out once more, and an illusionary screen floated in the air, this time a gray gull-headed man.
[Check signal, 10-1597357-0000. This is Arkham Dran, the head of the Permanent Communications Correction Management Department in Praver Castle. Request confirmation of crystal ball identification in Kraver Forest Village in the Southeast Roatings Jungle.]
= Head of department…… ? Ah yes! It is a communication crystal ball for Kraver Village in Kraver Forest in the Southeastern Roatings Jungle. The identification number is 56-435-884351!=
[… Confirm.]
This time, just by listening, you can feel that it is a normal communication process.
Hwanin calmly stared at the man’s response from a place where the other side could not see him.
[Confirmed the use of the emergency communication crystal ball. Requesting an explanation of the user’s identity and circumstances.]
= Oh, that… That is…….=
She gives a small nod of her head to Raviola, who glances back at her, and briefly summarizes the key points of what has happened over the past two months.
Maybe it’s because he’s learning the occult, but the summary is simple and concise, so there’s no shortage of understanding the situation.
The head of the communication crystal ball manager, who had been silently listening to the explanation, visibly distorted his expression when he said that he had put in an emergency rescue and support request five weeks ago.
Chollak, choralak-
Beyond the screen where the man bows his head, the sound of paper turning quickly continues. And Hwanin witnessed that he made an expression of being fucked for a moment.
‘As expected.’
Since the contact that Raviola had delivered, probably not through the regular communication procedure, Hwanin, who foresaw the possibility of chewing on the other side, realized that it was real.
Even if reinforcements were to depart right away, it would take at least three days. It’s a city, so if you think about the procedures, it’s five days.
[… Miss Krabin. Do you remember the officer in charge of the crystal district who received the report at the time?]
= Yes? He didn’t even tell me his name…… But I do remember the face!=
[…… I’m sorry to Miss Kravin, but at the time, the report and contact was not a formal communication……….]
“Director Alcan Dram. Please forgive the sudden interruption of rudeness.”
Here, a structure where the head of the department apologizes and Raviola accepts is not acceptable. After an apology is made, it becomes difficult to make it a problem.
Hwan-in apologizes to Raviola and intervenes in the conversation, switching places with her.
Alkan-Dram, who was watching it from the other side, lowered his head while chanting, ‘Damn it’, to the inside of the man’s appearance.
[If I’m wrong, please point it out. Aren’t you Hwanin, the Green Saint of Bijalux and the owner of Isilite, the Swordswoman?]
“You’re right.”
Alkan=Dram had a hunch that the worst situation had become reality. In an instant, his eyes became dizzy, so he closed them tightly, then opened them, and lowered his head deeply.
[…… We apologize for the rudeness of the subordinate and the response that does not conform to due process.]
“I will accept it. Let’s add it to the protest because it’s the discretion of an individual employee who has nothing to do with the department head.”
At the words that she would accept your apology but not reap the protest, Alcan = Dram felt anxiety, anger, and fear burning like fire as if dozens of holes were being pierced in her stomach.
Then, at the words of the saint, I was convinced in my heart that it was not the village’s ignorant who had awakened as a spirit master, but a well-educated son of a high-ranking aristocrat.
“I don’t think it’s the case to bring up now what was dismissed as a report five weeks ago. We will postpone the resolution of the matter until later, and request urgent support from Praver immediately. Two days before my knights and I arrived in Krabin, and four days before we entered Krabin Forest, the number of parasitic tentacle toads we’ve dealt with has reached 600. It is speculated that the unidentified open labyrinth has turned into a den of parasitic frog mutants…….”
The current state of damage in the village is such and such, and it is also revealed that women are taken away and used as breeding grounds for breeding heterogeneous species.
Although he and his knights are cleaning up the heterogeneous species for the safety of the village, Hwanin demands it again, saying that it is unknown how long this safety will last.
“We urgently need support that simplifies the process. The village of Krabin has been on hold for over five weeks already, and the condition of the residents is reaching its limit.”
The truth is not so.
Perhaps because they dealt with close to 500 heterogeneous species, the village was never attacked for two days.
In addition, thanks to Hwanin and his women who protect the village, the people regained their stability, and the anxiety and fear that prevailed in the village almost disappeared, and smiles returned to people’s faces little by little.
To be honest with this, support will be delayed. There was no doubt, it was Hwanin who slightly corrected his words.
It’s not even a lie. He was on the verge of an explosion by the time he arrived.
[Yes. We recognized the seriousness of the situation. I will use my hand to shorten the process and urgently upload a report so that support can go out to Krabin Village.]
“Please. If it is late again, I will have no choice but to suspect negligence of the telecommunications correction management department.”
[… Ancient.]
Fit-
‘Well then…….’
Now Praver’s support will arrive within a few days.
Seeing her alkane = dram’s expression crumpled when her screen went off, the woman who made her feel like a dick would be beaten by her department head.
She’s quite sensible, and since she’s moderately intimidated so that even a fool can understand her, she won’t let her go, even for her own safety.
She’s been able to deal with the girl’s full-fledged since she arrived in Prabur.
Hwanin started asking Raviola questions about what he needed to explore the open labyrinth.
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Praver always-on communication correction management department.
Bang!!
=Damn it!! Rita Arnohon! What the hell have you done!!
As soon as the communication was terminated, Alcan = Dram, the head of the communication correction management department and a first-class baron, smashed her desk with a bang, and then vented his anger at his frozen nephew.
=Sah, uncle. I…….=
=At work, I told you to call me department manager!!=
Rita = Arno Horn is Hick. She shrugged and shrugged her shoulders with a shrieking cry.
=How many times have I not warned you to be careful! You don’t know what will happen with urgent communications from the town, so be polite!! Is your head full of dirty water instead of a brain?! I know why you talk, but you can’t eat it!!=
Bang! Thump thump!!
Rita- Arnohorn’s desk is turned into garbage by the steel-hard wing and kicking, and employees over 30 bow their heads and shrug their shoulders as sparks emanate from the head of the department.
Alcan = Dram shouted again, breathing heavily in her rage.
= What are you going to do now!! The other side is a high-level soul mate and saint who is protected by the 7th and 8th grade barons, both in name and reality!! Instead of treating such a person respectfully, you carelessly tease them and make them angry. Yes?! How will you take responsibility!!=
=Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry. Department head, I’m sorry…… !=
=…… !!=
At the behavior of her nephew, who only apologized like a parrot, Alcan = Dram raised her hand to cover her eyes and suppressed the tantrum that was welling up inside.
She did not expect to be told that she would take responsibility for everything. But all I can say is that I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to listen to my brother’s request because of this. As soon as he was assigned to the department, he had a series of frictions with the staff and eventually had a major accident.
Can not be done. This is a super-large accident that neither he nor his older brother can cover. I have seen so many eyes that I cannot bury them silently. Somehow, the documents will be uploaded to the lord.
Then the fire will fall on my brother’s family. Then the fire will spread along the line to you, who are separated from that family.
Calmly calculating, Alkan = Dram glared at his trembling nephew with icy eyes and said,
=Rita Arnohon.=
=Yes, yes.=
Rita = Arno Horn spews fire and she suddenly hides her anger and fears her uncle who spits out her ice and she trembles like an aspen tree.
=The green saint of Visalux is a person with a social status who can submit a direct petition to the lord. That person only took pictures of you. I think you know what this means.=
= Ah…….=
=If you have even a little bit of a heart to think about the safety of your family, whatever happens in the future, think of it as a trial and punishment from the beast god, and accept it with patience. There is no other way for you to survive.=
She said it was the way to survive, but Rita = Arno Horn, who intuitively felt that she could never survive, became contemplative and stretched while holding on to her uncle’s crotch.
=Boo, department head! Uncle! Help me! I was wrong, help me!!=
It’s so unfair to die with just one mistake like this! Please!!
If it’s unfair, you should have done well from the beginning.
Right.
Alkan = Dram, who called the guards with a snap of his fingers, filled out a document with the name of the crime and what was going on, handed it to the guardsman, and ordered him to be taken to the City Crime Investigation Bureau.
= Uncle! Three seconds…… !=
Ignoring the cries of his nephew screaming for help, Alcan = Dram returned to his seat and felt the staff in his department complaining inside him, nervously touching his beak and pacing around in his seat.
‘To think this would happen at a time when the second lady committed suicide and the atmosphere was gloomy.’
Currently, the atmosphere at Praver Castle is close to the worst. All vassals, servants, and attendants, regardless of whether they are noble or noble, are trying to save themselves.
What should I do to preserve myself in this situation?
Alcan = Dram squeezed his head to get through this situation with minimal damage, then grunted and bit his teeth enough to make a noise from his beak.
‘I can’t. This is a number I’ve been saving for when the worst comes, but this is the worst.’
It is a 4th and 5th grade join family network.
It was an insanely wasteful Alkan = Dram to use his trumpet, which had both the characteristics of a professional and the characteristics of a join tribe, for something that was not his mistake, but he had no choice but to survive.
Alcan = Dram hardened his face as he took out a small portable communications device hidden in his closet.
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