Frenzy Troll

The man opens his mouth. Like you're making excuses.

“I · · · · · · · ·”

“You can't give up everything and fight monsters? Of course, it doesn't matter.I don't just carry out my duties as a nobleman. But I want you all to know, ”

Roland turns his gaze toward the nobles he watches.

“Most of you here are busy sitting on silk beds trying to figure out how to squeeze people's hypertension more efficiently. Those of you who will die and face Hell. Sometimes I will donate some to the Monastery to try to make a better afterlife, but don't expect the gods of heaven to keep a book of donations made by nobles. The gods place little value on Vejø, as if you were not burdened with it. ”

It was the Pope who defied him.

“So you have to die fighting to get to a good afterlife? I'm sorry, I know that's not true. ”

“Of course, a warrior isn't the only way. Just as God Thor takes a farmer who died while working diligently to your villa. But can't all farmers go to Lord Thor? Not even every warrior can go to Valhalla. The gods can't see everyone.

But, you know, it's different here in the world. The gods are watching all the warriors fighting up there. If you get gifts from the gods at the end of a firefight, you'll realize that. So if you die fighting honorably, you will receive the best gift. ”

“Valhalla?”

“Yes, Valhalla. ”

People were silent for a moment. After a while, someone opened their mouth and pointed out.

“If it's such a good gift, why did the warriors who were here not long ago leave without it? ”

Roland replies without changing his expression.

“I got some gold. After a glorious fight. ”

“I have quite a bit of gold myself. ”

“Glory?”

Along with Roland's smile, there is silence again.

Roland looks at everyone's reactions while maintaining an arrogant smile.

Apparently there was no need for any more speeches. Roland turns around, then goes back to the table and starts eating the stuffed pig's hind legs again.

It felt pretty good, but my heart was still pounding. I barely felt the taste of meat, chewing my thistles and looking at my colleagues.

Jason wasn't worried. Standing just below the Valkyrie, no one could argue with him now.

As always, there was nothing to worry about in this position, but fortunately, he didn't show his face now.

Mozzie folds her arms silently behind Jason. It didn't look particularly pleasant, but it didn't seem awkward. Just a boring face.

That is what Maurice, the faithful wizard of old, would have seen at the banquet of the living.

If you were doing well, you wouldn't have to care more about the users. Roland turns his attention to his local colleagues who brought him with him.

You see Amaric standing still. The mask hides its face, making it seem as careless as Mossy, but Roland speculates otherwise.

‘Maybe he just can't get his thumbs in here. ’

Roland approaches Amaric.

The moment in front of him, Amaric flaws and says,

“Sir Roland? ”

“I see. Were you thinking something else? ”

“Oh, yes. Sorry · · · · · ·"

“Nothing to be sorry about. Come with me for a minute. ”

“Yes?”

Roland leads the Amaric to the priest in purple. The Pope saw Roland and asked for it with a complicated expression.

“What?"

Of course, it wasn't a favorable gesture over here, but Roland didn't care.

“From a theological point of view. The knight here, Sir Amaric, has a skin condition that is somewhat difficult to heal. What do you think of this? ”

The Pope's attire that covered Amaric's body suggested skin disease was courteous.

“Leprosy?”

“Leprosy. That's why Amaric was kicked out of theology. Since the university was the office of the Pope, I think I can argue with you. Do you think the disposition was justified? ”

The Pope responded after a moment of thought.

“You were right. You must have done something to deserve this. You've been punished." You know, prostitution or something that's hard to put in your mouth. ”

Roland smiles bitterly.

“But Thor disagreed. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“He didn't care that Amaric was leprous. He said he was more uncomfortable than blind or crippled. You don't think they're sinners, do you? As you know, there are blind gods and crippled gods in heaven. Likewise, if you do not persecute the blind and crippled, you should not persecute even better lepers. ”

How dare you come after God? The Pope's envoy asked, furious in his voice.

“Does he not only claim to be a hero but also the will of God? What, are you going to quit playing Roland and play Thor? ”

“It doesn't matter who I am, priest. It was true what God Thor said, and the evidence reached Lord Amaric. Look."

Roland pulls out Valisada. And I took the knife to my neck and I said to Amaric,

“Amaric? Pray. ”

Even before Amaric said Moore, Lollan slashed the Valisada on his side. A red bloodline draws and a red waterfall spills down its neck.

Even the Pope, who was standing in front of him with the people who were watching, cried out.

A pool of blood rises from the ground. Lollang sits on it stumbling. It was as if I was going to die soon, and I was going to.

Amaric was embarrassed at the scene of a vivid suicide attempt, but he didn't just scream.

Amaric follows Roland's instructions.

“Thor, please have mercy on him."

And as Lord Thor replied, a miracle was done.

As Amaric takes his hand to Lollan's neck, a sheen of intense radiance envelops the bloodline. Blood returns to Roland's body just before he collapsed.

Roland rises from the pool of blood. Then, as if nothing had happened, I pulled the towel out of my lap and wiped off my bloody neck.

Suddenly, a red scab appeared around his neck.

Roland raises Valisada again.

“Stop!”

The Pope yells, but Roland doesn't quit. I took Valisada back to my neck, and then I moved to the side again.

But this time, I scratched it, not painted it. Then the blood spatter on his neck fell into red powder.

Lollan's neck was revealed to be intact.

The only proof of the waterfall's bleeding was the blood on the clothes and the uplifting blood on the floor.

Roland asked.

“Have you seen Thor's work? ”

* * * * * * *

Only after the riot was over, after the blood was washed from the floor, did the chairman recover from the heat.

As Vikappa, I'm happy to say that the subject of the presidential election was now a temple. Everyone began to ask about what the Temple was like in the water of the world. What it's like to fight monsters. What you can see, what you can get.

Perhaps I couldn't ask Lord Roland who knew him best. Now Roland was eager to eat blood sausage to replenish his spilled blood.

I ate formally like an orphan noble knight. Even though that shit and his shirt don't go all red on him.

At that interval, people felt fear beyond their foreign senses, so they remembered the existence of the berserker.

The author may be a real Roland, but he must be a Berserker. And the Berserker was not a suitable contact.

After all, he asked more arrogant people questions, but they were excluded because the moss in the corner was not a happy place to answer questions.

So the thing that caught my attention the most was Jason and Alonso next door. The two were excitedly asked to satisfy all of the chairman.

Of course, I couldn't just ask them questions. As such, another world number of warriors was also of interest, Boerzoa.

“Have you received the gifts of the gods as well? ”

Bojo smiles and replies.

“Of course.”

And speaking of that, Bojo flicks his fingers. Then, he said, and the body of the man who asked me questions came into the air.

“Ahhhh!”

It wasn't until the screaming caught people's attention that Boerzoa was satisfied and let down the man.

In doing so, Bozoa proved herself to be superhuman. The questions I received were as follows:

“How long does it take to fight? ”

“A lot. This is what happens when you fight enough. ”

“So you can get superhuman. What else do you get? The gold you have won is already well known, and something else is · · · · · · ·”

“Monster corpse? It's a good shot.”

“What else is there? Treasure or · · · · · · · · like a golden sage. ”

Bojoa smiled so satisfactorily at the question.

“It's not easy to get. ”

“Can you get it? ”

“If you're good.”

The eternal answer sounded like this in everyone's ears. ‘Maybe you'll get it if you're lucky. Like I was lucky. ’

“Did you really get the golden apple? ”

“I don't know.”

“It's about you. Why do you sound like someone else? Not vague answers · · · · · · · ·"

“Would you answer me even if I did? The jewelry. It's priceless. ”

A man in Bojoa's words said,

“Can't you put a price on it? Is that so? You know that everyone here is one and the same. who will be able to trade in golden apples, all of them. ”

Bojoa asked.

“So how much if I live? ”

Of course, it was a question I could not answer simply. It's literally worth calling for.

The first one to open was a merchant.

“Two million dollars? ”

A tremendous amount. Others, however, started to call for a much higher amount competitively. Like an auction.

“Three million.”

“350!”

Then a diplomat in fancy outfits opened his mouth.

“My dear emperor sent me here and said, If there really is a golden apple there, buy it. ”

The Emperor was fifty years old. When you think of the age when you die of old age and are not strange, you will desperately want a golden apple.

Bojoa asks, pretending to be less interested.

“How much? ”

“If you want, I can clear some of the treasury, but if I don't have enough, I will tear down your territory and make you lord of it." ”

Territories, and positions to be taken. Of course it wasn't bad. As a Bojo, I wasn't that interested.

When people thought about the size and value of the land that the emperor could remove, they began to call for a higher amount.

“12 Million · · · · · · ·"

Meanwhile, Lord Roland approaches. People shuddered to warn me to talk dirty about money.

But Roland has entered the auction.

“This time, all the gold we've taken. ”

As Melon's guests, I could not figure out how much it was right now.

However, Bojoa and Bikappa, who were listening, opened their eyes wide. They knew. That Roland and his heroes share a tremendous share.

“How much did you take? ”

The answer was Boerzoa.

And I realized that most of the guests gathered here at the weight of the gold coming out of their mouths now have to keep their mouths shut. It seemed impossible to transfer that amount.

“Crazy."

Suddenly, someone asked me as if it was unfair.

“Do you need a golden apple to be an ancient hero? Besides, you said you were Roland. Who is famous for giving away golden apples to the Emperor · · · · · · ·”

“That's what we were called here for. Getting a golden apple. So it is the duty of the Queen of Mediah, King Osma, to heal him. What can't I give you for the mission? Gold on this earth is worthless to us in Valhalla anyway. ”

As Lolance speaks, Vikappa glances at Bojoa. And I saw that smile that I was trying to suppress, but I couldn't.

‘Master of Golden Apples · · · · · · · ·'

End

⁄ Blacksmith