Chapter 72 – The Magic Bandits
There was a dilapidated watchtower built in the past when the empire was at war with the kingdoms.
The hunter, Booker, was up there.
There, where the wind blew every day, Booker was holding a bow and looking around with his eyes shining.
Even though his body doesn’t look the same as before, his skill with a bow hasn’t died yet, so his skill with a bow could pose a threat to the bandits.
Booker said he would wave his torch five times as loudly as they approached.
The village chief, standing near the wooden fence and looking at the situation, glanced at the very nervous villagers.
The men were holding spears one by one. The young women and young women had also gathered a handful of bamboo spears and stones to lend a helping hand.
A young man came running to the village chief.
“The reinforcement of the wooden fence is almost complete!”
The man who appeared holding the spearhead was Stern, the only son of the ‘Drunken Wild Boar’ inn couple.
Beads of sweat running down his sideburns showed how nervous he was. Nevertheless, look at how he straightened his back and straightened his shoulders so as not to show fear. He was truly arrogant.
War was such a worthless waste of youth like a flower.
After the unification war of the empire, war was no longer the same as other people’s business unless it was the territory war of the greedy lords.
However, in the end, a cloud of war hung over the village that had been peaceful for nearly ten years.
“How about the Magic Bandits?”
“It’s still there. They block the road from the outside and look for opportunities to pounce on them, keeping their distance.”
The village chief scratched his white hair. How could this have happened before? I didn’t want to die yet, even though I didn’t want to die yet. Also, he didn’t want to hurt any of the villagers.
The village chief looked at them one by one, hoping that they would not get hurt and that they would be safe.
And he looked at the corner of the road where Ian had left.
About an hour ago, he went to ask for help to warn the neighboring village of Dejero, so he would have just crossed the creek.
If he held on until then, he hoped that the bandits might give up and retreat after seeing the number of defending troops in the village… Or, there was a possibility that the letter sent by the Bishop of Luton would arrive safely at the Viscount’s house.
I couldn’t give up any hope.
Even though he was the old chief of a small village in the corner of the country, he had many things to protect. Seonsando, where the ancestors were buried for generations, and his sons and grandchildren were all here.
Hee hee-
The neighing of horses came through the fence again.
Bishop Luton and Sister Mary, who went to send a copy, have yet to return.
Come on… I think their expressions will only get better with the bishop’s presence…
The village chief looked toward the Holy Church with a face that had grown old in just a few hours.
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Bishop Luton and Sister Mary arrived at the Holy Church in a hurry.
The Bishop of Luton, who was dying of old age, breathed heavily as he ran and motioned to the nun to take out the dove.
However, when Sister Mary approached the cage where her pigeons were kept, agh…! And a shrill scream broke out.
“Lord, Bishop…! Jeon Seo-gu is…!”
Sister Mary found no birds in the cage, only bloodstains and stray feathers.
Behind her, the Bishop of Luton, with her astonished face, pushed her to her side, opened her cage, and looked every nook and cranny of her.
Even so, the doves that had already disappeared did not return.
“What shall I do with this…? Boo, he was definitely alive until morning…!”
“Who···. Who the hell would do this…”
The Bishop of Luton staggered and rose from his seat. But in the wreckage of the dove, I caught a glimpse of something.
“Bishop…?”
“Wait a minute···.”
When I carefully pulled it out, a torn piece of blue cloth came out.
Blue cloth was not common to obtain unless it was a city of a certain size.
Especially in rural villages like this, most of the clothes were white, brown or red. This was because the only dyes that could be used were safflower, gardenia fruit, and persimmon leaves.
But blue…?
The old bishop searched for his memory.
Then something vaguely passed through his memory…
Among the mercenaries who came to the village, there was definitely one mercenary wearing a blue shirt.
So, was his name David…?
This must have been a trace of him. But why is he…
A gloomy imagination passed through the mind of Bishop Luton, who was agonizing for a long time holding a piece of cloth. Maybe they are one of the bandits…? Imagine doing-.
“Ah····!”
It felt like I had been hit hard in the head.
Bishop Luton turned around and asked Sister Mary.
“Mary, come to think of it, did mercenaries appear on the west road…?”
“Yes···? Yes, was it…?”
Sister Mary wondered why the Bishop had suddenly asked, but her expression changed when she saw the blue piece of cloth the Bishop held out.
“No way···.”
To Sister Mary’s murmur, two people appeared from the darkness as if to answer.
“So did I tell you to take care of it carefully or not…? You bastard.”
“Damn···. Did I even know that bastard pigeons could peck at the fabric…? Cibal… I didn’t know it was torn there…”
The two were David, a mercenary with a goatee, wearing leather armor over a blue shirt, and Saxon, the mercenary leader, with blond hair.
David laughed softly, pulled a sword and dagger from the belt of his waistband and held them in his hands.
The astonished bishop shouted, his graying beard trembling with betrayal.
“You, you… Are you really human…! How could you do something like this…! The Holy Ghost will curse…! I will definitely put a curse on you…!”
No matter what he said, David just bobbed his head left and right.
“Shall I kill him?”
“You have to kill them both. Things get messy when our personal information is passed on to the Holy Church. Do it neatly.”
“I feel sorry for that big breasted nun.”
“…Kill the old man first, then take care of the nun properly.”
“You hoo···!”
David smiled and approached the bishop. Sister Mary hurriedly grabbed a brick under her feet and stood in front of him, but she was useless.
“These bastards…! I’m dying…! Sigh…?”
David, dodging Sister Mary’s sudden attack, tripped her leg and knocked her over, then struck her temple with a pommel, knocking her out with one blow.
And then -! And spat in Sister Mary’s face. Sticky phlegm runs down the nun’s cheeks.
David, who hit hard on the ass with his sword blade, giggled and turned his gaze to the old bishop.
He approached the bishop without hesitation, turning his sword around.
It was true that even an old religious person who had no lingering attachments to the world would be frightened when faced with a blade that reflected the moonlight in a deep blue color.
Swallowing his breath and stepping backwards, the bishop bumped his back against the wall of the Holy Church.
“Hey…! Like reckless bastards…! Someday there will be karma for your killings…!”
“Shut up and die, old man… Even if you didn’t dig like this, I wouldn’t have messed with you and this suckling nun. We also feel burdened to touch the Holy Church.”
David approached with a fishy smile and grabbed the bishop by the nape of his neck. The moment he held his sword against his chest and tried to strike it down-.
Someone burst into the darkness.
“Uh…? Who, who are you…! Cheek…!”
The being that came in the dark threw the spear he was holding in his hand.
Whee-ae-ae-!
A spear flies through the air.
It was so fast that David gave up dodging to his side and brought the knife in the direction the spear was flying.
Kagaaaaang…!
The spear that struck the side of the sword broke the sword as it were and stuck itself into David’s chest.
“Cheuk…!”
A spearhead thrust into his chest, breaking several ribs. David rolled on the floor and groped his chest.
A spearhead pierced his chest and protruded from his back. Blood spurts out of his teeth. The broken ribs stabbed his lungs, making it impossible to breathe.
The man approached David, trampled on his hand, and snatched the dagger away. Then, without hesitation, he thrust the dagger into his eye socket.
Kehehehe…! 껙···.
David pulled out his tongue and died instantly.
“You···!”
The blonde-haired mercenary commander chewed on his teeth.
If he was so fast, he wouldn’t have time to help David.
He killed people without hesitation. It wasn’t something a kid born and raised in the countryside would do.
More than anything···.
The spear he threw was definitely imbued with mana energy. Didn’t the well-smelted iron sword break at once…! I could tell just by hearing the sound of flying through the air.
Mana…! Mana in this corner…!
“You bastard…! Citpal…! What’s your true identity…!”
The mercenary leader, Saxon, gritted his teeth and glared at Seo-jun, a black-haired man who appeared in front of him.
