Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 16

Accompaniment

The Saint's party arrives in the reception room under Alter's guidance. As you open the door, you see Earl Archdut sitting in his chair.

"Thank you for letting us visit so late."

Dussel greets you on behalf of the whole group.

Earl Archdut is a man of straightforward character. In front of such a person, appearances make it uncomfortable to sow. Dussel snaps out of it.

"I found Earl Archdut this time because · · · · · · · ·."

"I heard. To find the sacred."

Earl Dussel stops speaking. Due to his disrespectful behavior, Dussel was a little embarrassed.

"· · · · · · Yes, it is the sacred image of the moon's eyes."

But I didn't feel bad. Instead, he clears his voice with a clear-headed cough and then goes back to talking.

"It is one of the five most sacred things in the Holy Land, a treasure with immense sacred power. They also have the ability to suppress negative forces. But unfortunately, here, in the arctic decree, the whereabouts are unclear."

"There's something I don't understand."

The Earl cut off his horse again. This continued to make me feel like I'm doing this on purpose. As Dussel narrows his glabella, the Earl asks with a stiff tone.

"If it's such an important treasure, why did you keep it here, not in the Holy Land?"

A sarcastic voice creases Dussel's forehead.

I see now that the Earl is not favorable to the Holy Nation envoys. But we shouldn't be pushed out of the conversation right now. I was about to open my mouth again to bring control of the conversation.

"I can tell you that."

You hear a beautiful voice behind you.

The Saint. As he steps forward, Dussel takes a steady step back.

"About 300 years from now. This land was a swamp in an unnamed forest. It was also the realm of the unclean monsters' kings."

Scared to the end of the Saint's explanation, the Earl twitched his eyebrows. He snorts with a look that is not even petty.

"Are you talking about the history of the archduke in front of me?"

"Haha, of course you know better than me."

The lightly smiled saint suddenly wiped his smile. After a while, he brought it back up again.

"As you know, the Lord of the Archdut family's invitation asked the Holy Land for help in sealing the monsters' kings. because there were a few tools required for sealing."

"One of them is a sacred object called the Moon's Eye?"

"Yes. The Moon's Eye suppresses its unclean power. It was the perfect tool for sealing the Monster King. So we built the Moon Temple on this land to store the sacred, so that we could draw out the true power of the sacred."

In the Saint's explanation, the Earl nods as if he understood. But another question bloomed like a flower.

"Then why isn't the king of monsters waking up? If the Moon's eyes have disappeared, shouldn't you wake up and bow?"

"That's why we came to Earl Archdut. The king of monsters doesn't wake up, which explains why the Moon's Eye is still here."

This also made sense.

Don't you think there's something to argue about? The erl silently shuts up. The Saint did not miss this gap. He continued to speak again with his face splendid.

"In order not to wake the king of the sealed monsters underground, the moon's eyes need to be restored to their original position. So we came here to seek the Earl's permission."

"Permission?"

"Yes, you need the power of the Sanctuary to find the sacred object. And to maximize their power even more."

The saint began to describe the verse. I vomited hot water over the course of about ten minutes. Shortly after, the Earl tapped his knee as the saint closed his mouth with the face mentioned above.

"So Yo-Yo wants to increase the number of temples."

The story of the saint looked like this. In a brief, clear summary, the saint smiled as if the answer was correct.

"In a nutshell, I could say that."

An Earl with a smile on his face.

The gaze of the two men was tangled in the air. Shortly after, the Earl smiled. Then I nodded happily.

"As long as you pay enough, you can increase it. It doesn't matter if you want to, even outside the city. As the number of temples increases, so does the tax on walking."

His voice suddenly changed. But the saint didn't care.

"Thank you for your generous permission."

He just smiled and lowered his head slightly.

Then the Earl opens his mouth again.

"I have something to say to you instead."

"Tell me. I'll listen."

Half of what we were aiming for was accomplished. The saint gazes at the Earl with his sheep's mild eyes.

Then the erl got up and took a big step. Dussel tries to block his way to a sudden approach, but he doesn't make it to the Saint's Keep. Later, the Earl stopped, leaving him three steps behind with the Saint.

"It's good to expand the temple. I won't even stop you from finding the Sacred Ones."

I felt his expressionless face.

I felt an unpleasantness.

"But don't put your foot on my turf."

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

The saint tilts his head, saying he doesn't know English. Earl added, just as he was about to ask what he meant.

"There's a rat in my castle. Nine, too."

"· · · · · ·."

That said, the mouth of the saint, which was half open, was closed. Dussel's eyes trembled. I thought you said silence was positive? The Earl smiled and said.

"Leave the rat alone and you'll get in trouble. Less grain, less bottles. So when I see one rat, I let the cat go."

At that moment, the door of the reception room suddenly opened. The late Archdute knight, Burke Logwood, was revealed shortly after. The Earl mutters with a cold smile.

"Looks like the cat's back."

Fearful to be finished, Burke bows his head to the Earl. Then I opened my tightly closed lips.

"I report. I have captured nine wild rats, as you ordered."

"Was there a problem?"

"The rebellion was so severe that I broke each leg."

Broke his leg?

In response, Dussel grips the hilt roughly. And so were the other paladins. You feel the sharpness of the blade as if it were a well-forged scaffolder. However, the Earl and Burke continue the conversation regardless.

"What's the damage?"

No answer came out this time. Burke turns his head to look at the paladins, including Dussel. Then he slightly raised his mouth and replied.

"Archdut knights don't get bitten by rats."

Laughter echoes through your dull voice.

Dussel bites his teeth tightly. If it weren't for the Saint, he would have drawn his sword by now. And I would have challenged that rude knight to a duel.

But I couldn't. Leading this herd was always a saint. Without him, the paladins, including Dussel, cannot advance.

Soon after the report, Burke leaves the room. The erl turns to the saint again. Immediately, a dull voice dug into the ears of the saint.

"If you don't have anything to say, leave."

The Earl turns away. The Saint's party leaves the reception room, looking as though they had no intention of speaking. A knight waits outside to escort the Saints to their quarters.

"Rest well, then."

Kuang

The door is closed with the knight's words.

The annex was filled with silence. I couldn't open anyone's mouth easily. Then the saint opened his lips first.

"Dussel."

"Yes, Saint."

"Looks like the erl didn't want us around."

Dussel was speechless. Because it was true.

Then the saint opened his mouth again.

"Then we need to re-establish relationships first."

"Do you have a plan?"

The saint nods to the question.

Immediately, I heard an unexpected answer.

"Find the Ace's weakness."

"Yes?"

"If you shake your weakness in front of your eyes, even a ferocious wolf can turn into a gentle sheep. Then it will be easier to achieve your goals."

Let's make it simple and intimidating. Dussel asked with an awkward face.

"But is there a weakness for the Earl?"

"If you don't have it, you have to press it."

A clear answer came back.

But Dussel doesn't seem too happy about it. Even if he was following the Saint's orders, he was a knight. Then the saint added a single word in a bold tone.

"Dussel. Don't forget the shame on your brothers."

That made me feel refreshed. Yes. Nine brothers are captive here now. At the same time, Burke smiles, saying he broke his brothers' legs.

"· · · · · · · Understood."

Grrr!

Dussel lowers his head, gripping his teeth.

I decided it was right to obey the saints, even if they wanted to repay their disgrace. Dussel's head again growls ferociously.

"There's an old colleague here."

Close your mouth, Dussel.

His gaze is toward the mansion to the east.

* * *

Two o'clock in the morning.

Ferda's group leaves the White Writing and settles in a rare forest. I was going to rest here for a while. The reason was simple. I ran out of physical strength.

Glug-ug

You gather the dried firewood together and light a campfire. Is it the warmth? The face of the blue bored reality gradually turned red. Ferda plugs the duck meat into a pointed branch and starts roasting on the campfire.

The eye of Royana who saw this became a double. I thought you were a nobleman's master because you're a family teacher, but you're not. You can start a campfire. You can cook well.

"Ferda was a mercenary like Irina."

In fact, he added an explanation. If you're a mercenary, I understand. Irina nods reasonably. Then I suddenly remembered something in the car.

‘I see · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

It reminds me of the first thing Ferda said to her.

Red Leopard. The Battlefield of Tulan Seas. Eliminate pirates, etc. He's quite a veteran, considering Irina was a mercenary.

‘But I've never heard of him. ’

Usually, if you have been active like that for a long time, you should have heard the name somewhere, even if it's not your full name. Especially if you know the sea battlefield of Tulan. All the mercenaries who fought in that battle were second class and above.

‘It's suspicious.'

Irona's eyes narrow.

Then he opened his mouth.

"But Ferda."

"Huh?"

"I have a question about what I said earlier."

He shut his mouth for a moment and turned around.

"Why did you call Irina a red leopard?"

"· · · · · ·!"

At that moment, Irona's shoulders twitched. Because that name was one of the darkest things I've ever wanted to forget. On the other hand, Ferda opens her mouth in an unorthodox manner.

"Ah, it's like · · · · · · · · · ·."

He tried to tell me the origin of the red leopard. At that moment, I felt Irona's gaze, turning my head. There, you see Irina, trembling, holding her spear tightly.

I didn't see the mouth on the mask, but I can see what you're trying to say. You're asking me not to talk about the origin of the name. The original Gina was so ashamed of the name Red Leopard.

I silenced myself soon as I saw him. We're in a bad place right now, but if we say this, we're going to be irreversibly bad. So Ferda naturally avoided the answer.

"Why don't you ask yourself instead of me?"

"Well, that, too. Irina's here."

No, you just say you don't know. Why would he answer that?

The face hidden behind the mask crumples. Meanwhile, a glimmer of reality flashes into her eyes. What's the word around it? When Irina turns her head quickly.

[My king, I have returned from scouting.]

[I can't feel the power of divinity.]

[You can rest assured now.]

Three ghosts have arrived at the rear. The fact that I don't feel divine power means I'm pretty far from the white paper. In fact, he grinned and stroked the ghosts.

"Yes, thank you."

At that, the ghosts swirl around the room joyfully. While watching the strange scene, Irina suddenly asked as if she was curious.

"In fact, how did you find out about those ghosts?"

"Huh? It's just that they came to me first and got to know each other."

"You came to me first?"

"Yes, I became a commander, and I came to see you shortly after. And just because I wanted you to be my servant, I told you to be my servant at some point, and now it's like this."

It's hard to believe.

He will, too. Each one of them is a fierce ghost. You came to three of them, even compared to the Supreme Spirit, without any shortage? You even asked me to make you a slave?

There was strong doubt in Irona's eyes.

"Maybe there's another purpose?"

"Another purpose?"

"Yes, for example."

I've heard stories of several commanders in my time as a mercenary.

that I was captured in reverse while dealing with a parent ghost that doesn't fit in my fountain. Or I was disturbed to hear that I was taken away by a ghost.

So I told him the story I had heard before with a mixed voice of concern. The reality of listening to it with a surprised face soon turned to the three spirits. Then I tilted my head and asked.

"Will you do the same?"

I'm afraid of the end of the sentence.

The three ghosts fall flat on the ground, with no one standing before them.