Frenzy Troll

Auction paused for a while. People began to wonder if they could afford to go beyond the gold mentioned just now.

It was only a virtual auction, not a real auction, but I was still faced with it. You can't act like a bluffer.

The diplomat who mentioned the emperor earlier opened his mouth again.

“It's too much, I can give you more than that, I can assure you. But if His Majesty decides, he can give you more. Not only will they reward you with silk materials, but they will also give you a good deal of diplomatic concessions. You can guarantee a spot in politics. ”

Bikapa was moved by the word "a place in politics." If the emperor gives his title himself, the capital nobles will not envy his authority.

If we have the emperor's assurance, shouldn't we offer an apology to the emperor instead of the king of Mediah?

Vikappa wondered who the choice for the future would be to offer an apology. The apple in his head was already his.

Vikappa was going to ask Morgana to steal it as soon as the banquet was over. How can Bojoa protect my belongings in front of the Ancient Witch, no matter how famous she was?

‘No, should I leave the presidency and ask him right now? Wouldn't it be easier for the landlord Bojo to steal while he's here? ’

Suddenly, I thought about it, but in the end, Vikappa didn't leave. Watching the virtual auction going on right now would be more helpful.

Roland, who had just presented a tremendous amount of gold, was eating banquet food with my acolytes again. Like I'm not interested in the auction anymore.

Yet Roland and the golden presence he presented in this virtual auction remained overwhelming.

Everything that had been presented since the auction, the gold that Roland had presented, should have been worth more than that, but it couldn't be. The only things that are presented here are the territorial privileges as a guarantee. The value was ambiguous and uncertain whether it would be fulfilled.

On the other hand, the gold that Roland presented was visible. Just like you can go get it right now.

And Bozoa would want to sell apples at prices above the gold.

It could have been possible. In fact, a few of these assets would have gone beyond the gold they presented.

It was just Vikappa. The total value of the wealth that has been earned has been astronomical. If all the bonds are recovered and assets sorted out, a battle of money equivalent to Roland will be possible.

As Bikapa, however, he could not exchange most of his property for an apple. It's impossible for a banker to empty everything in the water right now.

And the other nobles will be just like Vikapas. They are all different from heroes who don't need to think about the future.

Vikappa suddenly thought.

‘If you fail to steal an apple, would you say that your hero is most likely not really from Valhalla, but a copy of a toy by Frey God or something like that? So there's no need to complete the mission, but you can get a golden apple and disappear as a shadow of a hero once you've completed the mission. So instead of wasting that much money on an apple, save for the future · · · · ·'

If you drive the heroes away, you will be able to eliminate the most powerful competitor in saving the golden apple. Of course, when you talk like that, the gods don't know how those heroes will react.

Anyway, it seemed worth a try under the circumstances. Vikappa decided to put this plan in her head.

Meanwhile, the virtual auction ended without a clear winner. It was an implicit winner, not a Roland. In the end, no one could surpass the heap of gold.

Since then, there has been a monster stuffed exhibition and performances by trained Harpies. Only what you can see in Bifrost.

The high-ranking spectators who had seen and heard all kinds of things in their lifetime also rejoiced, not expressing boredom in the sights.

The previous performances were just as interesting. Therefore, around the time of the banquet, a man declared that he would raise his spirits in front of everyone, but he didn't get much attention.

The man said with a face full of drunkenness.

“I, who am lacking, will recite a poem to please your ears. ”

“Poetry?”

“Well, I'm a poet. The bard.”

Why the bard all of a sudden? I can't believe you just said that drunk. Everyone was unhappy about the appearance of this Yein.

Even Bikappa, the host of the banquet.

Vikappa was confused by the situation.

Did I invite the bard? ’

I felt like I had invited or not invited. Then I thought that I was invited for some reason. How can there be no bard to praise them in a city of heroes and monsters?

Vikappa trembles.

“Tell me about it. ”

The bard took off his hat and set an example for everyone in the throne. Then I began to recite the harp.

“Listen quietly, my nobles.

Son of a vine and an ash tree.

I know my heaven and the secrets of this city.

Shut up and let everyone listen.

Gentlemen, I know Lord Roland.

Knight of the Emperor, great warrior of Odin.

A great knight against the old suit.

To his enemy, Surt, the flaming giant.

Lord Frey gave me a precious sword.

He came to Bifrost to save his descendants.

I know the gods of heaven.

I know their king, Odin the Great.

I know Odin is the father of the gods.

It's been hundreds of years since my father was strangled by the world's numbers.

Those bastards won't save us.

I know the Lord of Light.

I know the Lord who sits on the throne, abandoning my father.

Lord Valdur, beloved of all things.

I know the trust of Lord Valdur.

If handsome Loki is set free, the gods will fall to their death.

I want the Humans to climb a tree and kill the enemies of the gods. ”

This was enough to realize that everyone had to strangle the bard immediately.

Now, that drunkard dares to mock the hero and the god, but he can't sing horribly because he's drunk. Even the rhymes were wrong.

But for some reason everyone was silent and listening to that bullshit poem.

The bard continued to tear the harp.

“I know your sacred army.

I know the army that left the temple at the behest of the gods.

They hurt the Trolls that lived among them.

There's justice in this world. You've been killed by a swarm.

It's a good thing you got the gold, though, right?

I know the general who played at your temple.

I know a general who incited and fired on an ally.

His name is sacred too, Bojo.

This son of a bitch thinks he's the reason he survived that day.

Why don't you kill yourself, asshole? My brother was killed by your cannonball, you crazy bastard. Die, motherfucker. I've been so busy, I can't figure out the topic. How dare you play the big man in front of people who are better than you?

I hid in your mansion to kill you, you son of a bitch. But there's no yellow apple anywhere. High Priestesses, do not be deceived. There is no golden apple! ”

Later, the ridicule was over that I had not even thought of hiding my intentions.

No one knew why they let the rubbish be recited to the end. But I acted late.

Vikappa shouts.

“Get him out!”

Bojoa continues shouting.

“Kill him!”

But Vikappa didn't want to kill him. Since I was able to participate, I could be a drunken nobleman, but no matter how insulting the words were, I could not slap his neck.

“Be patient, General. I'm just a drunk. ”

Vikappa tries to calm down, but Bozoa yells out in anger.

“He insulted me and the gods! How dare you? How!"

Everyone on the left looks at the screaming Borzoa. It was a natural reaction, of course, to look at the screamer.

However, Bojo, who was furious at the moment, looked at him and laughed at him. Laughing at the content of the poem.

I couldn't bear it.

Borzoa then makes a threat.

“I must say, I have a golden apple. I found it in the temple that day. And I will never hand over the golden apple to anyone who believes that word because that drunken bastard has spoken nonsense to me. I swear on Gunnir!”

The bard who was being dragged away by the mercenaries shouts.

“Didn't you already break that oath and shoot an ally? ”

“Shut up!"

Bojoa cries out, shouting for everyone.

“Not just him, but everyone here! How dare you say a word?

The angry nobles have finally shown their anger.

“What are you going to do? You don't sell apples? If you don't want to live in the first place, if you don't have money, can you just swear at me? Anyone shooting at an ally? ”

“Shut up! ”

Bojoa raises her hands, shouting. At that moment, the power inherent in Bojoa was released and directed towards the disgraced nobleman.

The nobleman's body rises in the air due to his mental impulse. With my feet in the air, the nobleman grabbed my neck and struggled.

The sound of a drowsy breath. His mind was tightening his neck.

I couldn't stand by while people were dying. Lollang steps forward and shouts.

“Stop!”

At that moment, Bojoa's gaze shifts toward the ovaries. The accused stare of killing even the intruder. But when I saw the fact that the eggbeater was a hero, Roland, who was hard to kill even with his mind, was frightened. Soon his shoulders shrugged.

And I was even more angry because I was not ashamed of the fact that I was shy.

Bojoa exclaims, her eyes glaring at Lollan.

“Didn't I tell you not to say a word? I have sworn an oath to Gunnar, and I will not hand you the golden apple! ”

I shouted so loudly, but I let go of the stunning psychokinesis. Thus, the noble who had been bound by the psychic powers came to rest on the ground.

After all this commotion, I couldn't keep the banquet going. Eventually, the banquet cooled down and soon stopped.

Vikappa stares at Bojoa in anger. And then I thought,

"Son of a bitch, you made a fool of yourself, so pay the price. Your apology is mine now. ’

* * * * * * *

After the banquet, Roland returns home with the group. I apologized to my colleagues on the way back.

“I'm sorry.”

Jason rebelled.

“What?”

“He said he wouldn't sell me an apple anymore. Put it on a goatee too."

“Tell him not to sell it if he doesn't want to, you idiot. ”

Roland looks at Osron and says,

“It is our duty to get the golden apple. ”

“It's okay, don't. You don't have to worry about him being pissed off. Isn't he the one who broke his oath in the first place and forced his army to attack him? I can't break my oath twice. ”

The mosquito was confronted.

“Yes, this thunder-naked fellow is right. I never should have forgiven you, Roland. Rather, he would have been ashamed if he had not stepped up to the situation. ”

Thunder-naked? Jason stares at Moshe more frantically than angrily.

Did he do something to piss you off? Jason thought he was taking good care of his shy colleague.

But after his personality changed, Mozzie was poisonous to Jason. I didn't know why.

Meanwhile, Roland looks at others' reactions.

Osron was not uncomfortable wanting to get a golden apple more than anyone else. He also didn't pay much attention to the Bojoa Declaration earlier.

And Amaric.

Amaric is not a total waste at the moment. Rather, he said in an impressive voice.

“Yes, Lord Roland. It wasn't against the knighthood at all. What are you guilty of?”

“I owe you an apology. I've decided to give you a second apology, so why don't you go get your first apology? I led you to the risk of not being able to do that. ”

Amaric shakes his head.

“Didn't I tell you? I don't want that apple at all. I'm so happy right now. It is already a cold happiness for him because he has seen God again and again through glorious fights with his heroes. What more could a leper want in this situation? ”

That was not an empty word at all. Amaric was satisfied with the state he was in, and didn't even want a golden apple to cure leprosy.

I wish I could eat, but that was it. It was God's blessing in the beginning that leprosy no longer consumes the body.

Moreover, I had no intention of insulting Lord Roland, the great knight. None at all.

Today, Roland cut my throat in front of the Pope and got kicked out. And Osron, who had been on the case too late, made a pact in front of Roland and Amaric. I urge you to rescind your irrational expulsion.

Since then, Amaric has been wet with emotion.

Really? What more do you want?

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End

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