Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 9

"Cheers!"

Several beers crashed into the air.

During the holidays, there were not many guests at the bar. It was worth it. This used to be a high-end bar in Mullen.

"Here, drink as much as you want. I'll buy it all today."

Alaf smiles faintly.

Then the people around me asked curiously.

"What are you doing here? Every day, a traumatizer."

"I called and came out."

Friends who used to gamble together.

One of them asked as a joke.

"Well, didn't you find any gold anywhere?"

"Hehe, right. I found it."

"Really?"

"Yes. A very big one."

Alaf grins with yellow teeth.

Not long ago, he remembered a request from an Earl knight. And yesterday, I completed the cursed doll and delivered it to him. Bury near the target and tell them it's only three days before they start reacting.

Then the knight said he had done well and paid the contract.

Ten gold coins.

Even if you drink in a place like this for three days and nights, you won't need it.

"So don't even think about going home until you get all the booze out here."

"Hey, that's the nicest thing I've heard all year."

Your friends giggle and laugh.

How long has it been?

An empty bottle piles up one by one on the table. Everyone gets drunk, and instead of talking, they start mumbling only what they want to say.

Alaf was no exception.

"· · · · · · · · Curse. I'm angry."

Borrowing the power of the Qi, Alaf begins to pull out what he had inside.

"The lower the curse, the more material it takes."

First place a part of the subject's body inside the doll. And after putting a death curse on each nail, they pour out all the black dimensional Mana into the doll. Finally, place the doll next to the target to finish the job.

"It's tricky. It's a nuisance."

After three days, he is sick and dies in the middle of the night. Of course, if you are curse-resistant or call a priest from the temple, it will be a foam.

However, since the knight nailed him, this quest is almost a success. Unless we find out who the doll is.

"You'll figure it out."

Ever since I made a doll and handed it to the Knight, Alaf has done everything he can.

So I poured a drink with peace of mind.

"But the harsh curse."

His lifelong hopes.

I was about to mutter about it.

"What are you suddenly so glum about?"

"Let's get him some more booze. We're out."

Friends shake the empty bottle.

Alaf, who saw it, came back to life. I locked myself back up with my insides half open. Then he shouted with a polite tone.

"What? You can't do that. More! Bring all the booze in here!"

A new bottle of wine fills the table with fear of the end of the spell.

Alaf picks up the bottle, panting.

It was then.

[Found it.]

Spooky

Alaf felt a sudden sobriety.

Someone whispered in my ear in a cold voice.

He jumps to his feet with a surprised face. Then the friends asked with a curious face.

"What? What's wrong with you?"

"Is something wrong?"

But Alaf refused. All you have to do is look around with your face turned white. However, no suspicious person was seen.

"Oh, no. It's nothing."

I sat down again, stammering.

The friends talk with a bland look on their faces.

What the hell is that? ’

But it was too clear to call it a hallucination.

Alaf's face is puzzled.

But even for a moment, Alaf soon lost his memory as he got drunk. Then I laughed and talked with my friends.

That night just got deeper and deeper.

* * *

"Ugh, I'm drunk."

The bar was over until dawn.

The creaking floor greets him as he arrives home in a crouching footstep.

Bloop.

A candle on fire. The small room brightens.

Immediately, I noticed the unsightly scenery.

A fungus in the corner of the ceiling.

It smelled wet everywhere.

On the table is a dull, colored vial of reagents, and you hear rats crawling on the ceiling.

"This whole damn house is over."

You will receive a hundred gold coins in a few moments.

Then we need to change the house right away. Build a basement, practice the curse in it. Then he who is not talented will surely grow up.

Perhaps the curse will escalate.

Alaf's dim eyes glitter.

"When the tide rises." "

We can kill them in three days, without waiting a full day.

Or half as much material as you need for the curse.

Either way, it's a satisfying outcome.

"· · · · · · More greed."

The 'Commander's Brawl’ might go up.

I've heard this story before. A really strong commander doesn't need any other materials. You only know the name of your opponent, so you can curse him and kill him.

"But there can't be a commander like that."

It's a dream story.

Alaf grins.

"Let's get some sleep."

I took off some clothes and walked to the front door.

It's because I forgot to lock the door.

But at that moment!

Tuk

The candles are out.

"What?"

It didn't even blow.

Alaf narrows his eyes. I can't see.

I was on my way to light a candle again.

Spooky

Suddenly, I felt cold behind my back.

I was surprised and looked back. And I was shocked.

"· · · · · ·!"

There was something standing at the front door.

It looks like cloudy smoke.

Looking closely, they are in human form. Wearing full plate armor, with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

It looks like a knight.

"Ugh, ugh!"

With a loud scream.

Alaf squats. My body trembled.

Because I realized what it was.

"Get in, Corrupt Ghost Knight · · · · · · ·!"

A famous ghost that no commander would ever know.

He is also a ghost with a 'hero’ temperament. Only a commander of equal power or greater can serve.

That's the Corrupt Ghost Knight.

But it's still early to be surprised. I saw some sort of gray mist coming down from the ceiling. The drifting fog took shape soon after.

Soon, seven eyes looked at Alaf.

"· · · · · ·!"

I know what that is, too.

The seven deadly spirits. Likewise, he has a hero temper.

Finally, a sphere of watermelon burst from the floor.

Covered in thorns, like a sea urchin. It was also a ‘Rotten Thorn Spirit’ with a hero's temper.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh."

Teeth slamming up and down.

I lost all my strength. Between the crotch is wet.

The consciousness was dominated by fear. There was nothing I could do. They're just rattling and trembling like a predator in front of them.

At that time, the three ghosts opened their lips.

[The king of all uncleanness says:]

[I condemn you for your rudeness.]

[Pay with death.]

The knight's sword, seven eyes, sharp thorns point at Alaf.

Soon after, the ghosts gathered together as if they were singing.

[Alaf Thorman.]

Scary to be called by his name.

Wood Duck!

"Ugh, ahhhh!"

The arms and legs are strangely bent.

It's like something invisible is forcing the limbs to twist.

However, the spirits' words are not yet finished.

The second time, his name was called, blood gushed out this time.

Eyes and nose, ears and mouth. Rising blood in every hole in your body!

I wanted to tell her to save me, but I couldn't. I couldn't speak because of the foam that choked my neck.

One last word as a sign.

Kwaek!

Along with a terrifying sound, Alaf slumps.

His left chest spread in blood.

His heart exploded.

After confirming his death, the ghosts disappeared as if they had never existed from the beginning.

Suddenly like smoke.

* * *

The next day.

Ferda finds a room in the living room for breakfast.

And I lost my words.

I didn't mean to be rude.

"No way."

Bloodshot eyes, dull hair. A bed with no traces of sleep.

Taking these three together, I quickly came up with the answer.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

"Ha, ha, ha."

In fact, he scratched his cheek with an awkward smile.

"That's what I mean."

The eyes roll.

I asked him if he had found a good excuse.

"Tsai, the book was so much fun. I don't know how much time I have left."

"A book?"

Ferda looks at the skill book on the table. I don't think I've ever opened it up before, but that's an excuse.

The user frowns and picks up a skill book.

"· · · · · ·!"

Then I was furious.

* [Name]: [Understanding Curse]

* [Grade]: Class A

* [Page]: 350/350 (Completed)

* [Status]: [Curse Skill] Obtained.

You read all this in one night? ’

Ferda's eyes widen.

It might not be hard to read a book all night.

But a skill book is no ordinary book. Because each page you read consumes magical power. For a normal person, it will take a month.

But you managed to do this in one night.

No wonder I was surprised.

‘Let's see where you got your skills. ’

Curiously glittering eyes open the skill window in the chamber.

Then I opened my mouth.

[Ability]: The Word of Death

[Grade]: Legend

[Step]: 1/5

[Effect]: Call out the target's name three times to take its life. However, the target must be under two stages before the shaman can trigger. Also, if the target is higher than the level of the alchemist, the chance of death is reduced.

* Spell Consumption: 100 * 3

* Immediate chance: 100% (every time above level 1, –10% decrease.)

What the hell is this? ’

It was a legendary grade curse.

Moreover, it looked much better than the matter. Of course, there are disadvantages of knowing the name of the target and triggering it under different conditions.

I was staring at the skill window.

"Ferda?"

His voice wakes him up.

Ferda clears her throat.

"Hmmm! Passionate is good, but · · · · · · · ·."

It is commendable to be cursed.

But it's not like I haven't slept.

"You're still a patient. What if you get exhausted?"

It is important to manage your condition.

It'll be okay for now, but if you break the habit, you'll do something all night. So it was better to say something annoying for a while.

Meanwhile, the sentence of reprimand made him flinch.

"· · · · · · · Sorry."

Brow sagging down. My long ears sagged.

You look discouraged. You should be fine by now.

I tapped my shoulder and opened my mouth.

"It's my first time. Sleep well from today. Okay?"

"Yes, I will."

The one with the basil smile.

Ferda bursts into laughter.

"Let's start with breakfast. You must be hungry."

I must have been hungry after seeing the book without a sigh.

I went outside to summon my servant. Looking at Ferda like that, he sighed of relief.

About that time.

You hear a voice that can only be heard in real life.

[My king.]

[I have come back to judge the sinner.]

Sinners speak of ghosts.

I dared to curse Ferda and kill her without knowing the theme.

This is Alaf Torman.

[I broke a sinner's limb and made him vomit blood.]

[At the end, the heart burst.]

[I met my end with horror.]

The curse was a success.

In fact, he raised his prices.

"Silk. You can choose between lamb and duck. Huh?"

Then Ferda, who was out and about, returns.

He then looked at the face of reality, tilting his head and asking.

"Is something good going on?"

"No, it's nothing."

He shakes his head and smiles brightly.

It was a smile only the anxious one could make.