Count Scribe's Tutor

It's been five days.

Ninety-nine roots of only commander herbs collected.

After grinding it into powder one by one, I slipped it into the food I was eating. Is it because of its odorless, tasteless character? In fact, I didn't even notice.

The results were as follows:

[Mythical Command]: Survival Conditions

* Achieve a negative dimension Mana [1,000]

* Current Mana: [744/1,000]

"· · · · · · · I'm going crazy."

Ferda grits her face.

It was good at first. The more I fed them, the crazier Mana went up.

Suddenly, from the time the readings exceeded 500, the absorption rate had halved. It's over 600 there, so it's down to half again.

Right now, feeding four roots of Commander Herb should do the trick.

"I don't have a grave anymore."

Near the northern mansion, you collapse immediately.

Moreover, I dug every grave outside the castle. The only way to save the Commander's Post now is to leave for another city or buy one.

Wait a minute. Purchase?

"That's right."

The Northern Slum. If you go deeper through the back alley where the correctional boats roam, you'll find a street filled with waste houses.

It looks unpopular from the outside, but the reality is a little different.

"There was an underground market."

Smuggled goods, drugs, slavery.

Where you buy and sell everything. There is an entrance to the underground market.

And there was a very special merchant.

"The commander of 4th Street."

He's not a great guy. An intermediate commander at best.

It is only mentioned in a few sentences in the original article.

What should be noted here is that he works as a merchant in the underground market.

Which means...

"That means you can handle Commander's Post."

You smiled at Ferda's mouth.

* * *

That evening.

In fact, he finished eating with Ferda.

How the moonlight shines. The room with its back against the couch looked at the sliding Ferda.

Sitting by the window, gazing at the night sky.

Is it because it seems to be deep in thought? In reality, I only twitched my fingers without being able to speak.

"Do you have something to say?"

Then Ferda opens her mouth first.

In reality, I was embarrassed for a moment, but not embarrassed. Instead, he squeezed his fist.

"Speaking of tomorrow's class,"

"I know. It's swordplay day, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right."

Nod silk.

Ferda looks at him with curious eyes.

It's only been ten days since I entered the mansion. In the meantime, the relationship with reality has progressed a lot.

I was stuck with him all day, but it was worth it.

"Well, that's the thing."

What is he trying to say?

In reality, it was not easy to say. Ferda, on the other hand, had a rough feeling.

‘You want me to come with you to the sword class. ’

You're gonna get in trouble again if you go alone.

But if you go with Ferda, the story is different. You'll feel good just by holding a strong man with a broken cushion.

Better alone than alone.

Ferda smiles lightly at the obvious trick.

"It's going to take a lot of stamina, so let's take a break tomorrow."

In fact, he nods silently.

He clenches his fist tightly. Decisive expression.

"Well, tomorrow, if you don't mind."

"I'm glad."

Then Ferda stopped speaking.

"I have business tomorrow."

"On business?"

"Yes. Personal errands."

Ferda nods and realizes, momentarily dumbfounded.

After a while, the realm looked at him with a twitch of a finger.

"Yes, I see."

At first glance, it looked familiar, but it wasn't real.

I feel a slight tremor in my voice and a slight increase in pointed ears.

I'm disappointed, but I don't want to look cute. He smiled softly, covering his mouth.

Shortly after, he clears his throat.

"In fact."

No more jokes.

I don't want to lose interest.

"Two bags of water should be enough, right?"

"· · · · · · · · What?"

"You're weak in heat, so you should prepare your debts."

Another blurry look.

Soon, he wakes up and asks with a voice.

"I have work tomorrow."

"Yeah, but it's okay. I'm leaving at dawn. I'll be back in the morning."

"Oh, yeah?"

"We'll be there before the swordplay begins."

Tomorrow's swordsmanship class is an absolute spectacle.

It's nothing special, but I want to test it.

"Yeah, that's good."

The realm nods and shifts.

Then I buried myself in a blanket on the bed.

"Well, good luck with your business. See you tomorrow."

It may seem like an indiscreet reaction, but it's also a fake.

He would, too, because his voice was buzzing when he was blurry.

My ears suddenly went back up again.

Like a puppy's tail.

Ferda smiled unknowingly at that cute reaction.

"Yes. Rest well."

I wanted to make fun of it more, but I endured it.

I have work to do at dawn.

* * *

Earl Archdut.

A massive underground market in the metropolitan city of Mullen.

There is only one way to get there.

Go to the old man who picks up scrap metal in the middle of the village, tell him the password, and get a letter with directions. When you go there, you get another coded message. Approximately five repetitions like this will allow you to enter the underground market.

"That's foolish."

I don't have much time. Why would you do that?

Ferda laughs.

"I was totally blown up watching it."

8 seasons in total.

Among them, I learned about the existence of the underground market since Season 2. And until Season 7, the characters who were looking for this place followed that action together.

I don't know how much I insulted Yeon-hwan at that time.

I know how to do it all, and I keep repeating things that aren't fun, and there's gonna be a fire. In fact, there were comments at the time that asked us not to make any fuss about increasing the quantity.

"In that sense, Season 8 was new."

The newest member of The Savior's circle.

The same season that led to Kang Tae Min's back neck.

"· · · · · · 8th Author, Yoo Baek Hyun of Sword."

When I thought of him, I split my teeth.

Because he was the one who made Kang Tae-min, the reader of the novel, Ferda.

As a reader who's been watching novels for a long time, can you give me some advice? But he made this look because he wanted to write it himself.

The more I thought about it, the more I sighed.

"Well, it wasn't normal in the novels."

Yoo Baek Hyun was a knight at Bondi Shane Archdut.

However, Yoo Baek Hyun also knew that if Silvan, the protagonist of Savior, died, the novel would end. Since the beginning of time, I betrayed my lord Shane and cling to reality.

And his ride didn't end there.

That morning. The underground market turned into a huge graveyard. It was a stunt committed by an assailant who visited the market last night. I tried everything I could to stop him, but it all went back to failure.

All dead. All the merchants, all the guards!

Viper, the sole survivor of the underground market, trembles with a face filled with horror.

‘I knew there was elixir here. ’

A full-blooded assailant.

Yoo Baek Hyun opened his mouth.

‘Give me everything. If you don't want to die. ’

Ferda shakes her head thinking back to Season 8.

If I block the road in front of me, I break it. I don't have to break it.

A man who would come from a truly unstable novel. The man who was Saida himself.

That's what Ferda remembers, Yoo Baek Hyun.

"Well, thanks to you, I know how to get in."

Yoo Baek Hyun uncovered a new route to the underground market.

penetrating the ceiling of the marketplace and infiltrating the empty space. Ferda tried to infiltrate the underground market, following the way he did.

"I think it was here somewhere."

Where Ferda is now, there's a little lung.

He tapped the floor there one by one. A dull sound that fills the lungs. Then I found a place that sounded different until now.

Thump

"Bingo."

Ferda grins.

He had a lot of Mana in his fist, just like when he punched him. Then I hit the floor without hesitation.

Kuang!

Suddenly, the lungs shook with a loud sound.

As the dust cleared, a hole was revealed. It was dug deep, but it didn't matter.

"Let's go inside."

To an indifferent muttering.

Ferda throws herself into the pit.