Haroon

Harun returns to Beyond and heads to Durbon's chamber. Just after she and Remi finished bathing and changed their clothes.

"What do you think?"

Durbone expressed his satisfaction as he looked back at the comfort of the Empire tunic for the first time. The tunic was originally a body adherent garment with an undergarment and an outfit. The low-tech tunic made the lower back, thighs, and shoulders stick to the skin and lengthened the rest of the body to enhance activity.

As a warrior, Durbon's body sinks like a leopard, so the imperial tunic fits perfectly. Her long, damp hair, sunburned face and intense eyes were exuding ferocious charm.

Harun raises his thumb and compliments her beauty.

"I've never worn anything like this before. I feel itchy, but I like the way it sticks to my flesh. Huff!"

She was enjoying the feel of terra silk touching her skin because she had never worn a tunic as well as underwear. They were even wearing women's underwear, bras and panties, which were popular among women recently because of the influences of foreigners.

Unlike her, Remi looks like a girl. Her body looks pale due to her untrained flesh, and her dust-free white face is a sheer purity. Not unlike Durbon, who had a fierce ferocity, but she was also very attractive.

Harun raises his thumb toward her, staring at Harun's gaze for shyness. Whether he was satisfied then or whether Remi who turned red liked his clothes, he was looking around his body.

"Let's have some tea."

Harun decides to speak comfortably to Durbon and Remi who appear to be about the same age.

Since they all use the same building, they will be free to use the space in their home so that guests can talk lightly among themselves.

You see the warriors through an open door as the three of you travel to Tearum. They were talking loudly about tunics they had never worn before. There were a lot of people who looked embarrassed or strange, but no one seemed to really dislike this outfit, looking at their shiny eyes.

Among them were Dion and Auxerre, who were making an awkward look, but when they saw Harun, they followed him straight out.

In the center of the room was a tea kettle and tea cup brewed with dry tea leaves. Harun followed the tea because it was a bit cold, but the aroma was fine.

"Woof! It tastes weird!"

Curiosity once drank tea, Durbon frowned and made an impression. The other three people were impressed by unfamiliar aromas and bad flavors, but Harun enjoyed a warm flavor that was hidden from the bad flavor.

"How many more hides of magic do you have?"

Durbon replies, impressed by Harun's question.

"It has the most lambby and the fewest prozly hides."

Given that the answer is many and few, rather than quantities by type, the water system does not seem bright. She also gives a detailed answer when she looks at Lemi, just in case.

"Twenty-six Lambs, twenty-two Sloaks, twenty Beckets, twenty-four Brolls, sixteen Falcons, fifteen Viyans, and eleven Prozli leathers."

As expected, there were quite a lot of quantities. Especially for Prozli, the leather was very large, as it was more than twice the size of other horseshoes.

"Hm. Then bring me all the hides and herbs."

At Harun's words, Dion and Auxer return to the room without delay, accompanied by warriors with a tall backpack. Suddenly, the room was full of stuff.

"Dinner will be ready soon. Let's eat today, get some rest, and go to the forge tomorrow to buy your favorite weapons."

I did not know the necessities such as groceries, but I decided it was better to choose the weapons myself. In fact, if you choose a weapon that you like for them, you can combine it with the merchant's jokes and increase the price indefinitely, but you agree.

"Can I?"

Perhaps the merchants who traded with her village were done with bringing refined weapons, so Durbon and the warriors were all excited to hear that they could choose their own weapon.

'Well, it's not for sure, but it's worth it if they brought it.'

Cash is good enough for you. Harun had no intention of selling the cobblestone from the beast's body. Though we don't know how to write it in detail yet, the same type as Manasik would be very useful for himself and the Gust Mercenaries with two high-ranking wizards.

The waiter just informed me that the dining room downstairs is ready.

"Let's go quickly."

Durbon and the warriors rushed to the Ur Restaurant, not caring how Harun handled the beast's hide, because they had been so hungry with hot water for so long.

Foot!

Harun felt good because he saw the naturality of children in their appearance. It makes you feel better when you see good people.

Harun puts the bags of corn hide and herbs in the sub-space and heads to the restaurant later.

This evening's menu was lamb stew. The sheep were very thick, and the smell of delicious spices filled the restaurant. It's still early for dinner, so there are only Tantun Village warriors in the restaurant.

"Does it taste good?"

"Yuck, it's so good! You eat too!"

"No, I'll eat later."

Durbon's face looks very happy as he talks and chews the lamb. The faces of the warriors who were eating soup and meat of Elongated Stew with surprised faces were also filled with sincere happiness.

Harun liked those who felt happy just by eating delicious food, maybe those who lived with true happiness.

"Rest well today when you're finished."

"Thank you. You are a true friend, Harun. I've never had food like this before."

Pure Durbon thanks Harun without knowing that such food can be eaten as much as they want. Harun leaves the restaurant for those who are distracted by the food.

"Oh, my God!"

Master Tarim, who was tanning, was surprised as if his eyes would protrude from Harun's hide.

"I've never heard of so much at once."

Jenner foams at her mouth and touches the leathers.

"How the hell did you get all this?"

"How much is all this?"

Diner and Mike were horrified.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tarim asked in a calm voice, surprised. No matter how much I thought about it, I wondered who Harun was. He knew he had to move at least the Imperial Knights to catch this quantity of water.

"You know? I'm a mercenary."

"Yes, I said mercenaries. Wh-what did you say your name was?"

"Harun."

Tarim and his three sons' faces suddenly changed in Harun's reply. Tarim cautiously asked again as if he had remembered something.

"… Harun? Snow, you mean Harun from the storm troopers?"

"Yes. I'm leading a small but stormy mercenary."

Tarim and his three sons stared at Harun as if he had become a stone statue. After a long time, Tarim sighed and said.

"West, I didn't know you were Harun, commander of the famous gale mercenaries. That's why you caught the Iron Snake and captured the Demon Orcs so easily. I thought you were good, but I thought you were just a good mercenary at hunting because you're friendly with Gatz."

Master Tarim must have heard Harun's name. Harun was proud of their surprise, but at the same time he was embarrassed. If the craftsmen who live only in workshops know the name of themselves and the storm troops, they can imagine the fame.

'Damn, if I'm wrong, I'm in big trouble.'

This is indeed the Pyrin Empire. He has a history of breaking the plans of the Pyrin Empire in the land of tranquility, so there is no way to see him well for him. If he was known to be here, the Knights of this city could have marched on him by now.

In fact, I didn't even know that it took me so long that I didn't intend to go to the imperial city. Unlike here, the Imperial inspection will be strict just by showing the Mercenary Commander the bracelet.

"My God! That Harun, the commander of the gale mercenaries, is right in front of me!"

As expected, the tyrannical tar quickly escaped from the horror. He looks at Harun's aunt with a curious gaze and reaches out his main hand.

"Let's shake hands. I apologize if I didn't recognize you as a hero of the empire. I can't tell you how proud a great friend like you is to be wearing the armor I made."

Harun's grip on Tarim's hand is as rough and rigid as a rough rock.

"You're welcome."

"No. I've never heard of anyone as heroic as you as my mercenary.

It is widely known not only for its shortening of time, but also for its heroic actions in saving the lives of nearby fishermen by capturing the monsters of Lake Tinnon and saving them from the threat of death in the Valley of Wind.

Moreover, even though it is blasphemous to the Pyrin Empire, your outstanding base and leadership, which has saved countless lives from the Dark Elves, is to be respected by our people. "

Harun was surprised and couldn't even conceive of Tarim's grip. I never thought it would be known. It was the laying of the legroom that caused many witnesses, but no one knew about the monster in Lake Tinnon. Of course, I've spoken to the crew in passing words.

"It's an honor."

"Dad, let me shake your hand, too."

"Hahaha! The name of our workshop is now widely known to the Empire. When it comes to the fact that Captain Harun, hero of the storm troopers, wears armor made in our workshop, our workshop is absolutely stunning."

The three sons of Tarim also looked at Harun with respectful eyes, and they shook Harun's hand as if it were gloomy.

"Don't worry about the armor. We will make the best work with all our strength and skill. We will also invite the 6 Circle Wizards of the Enchanted Family to use the magic power of a Magical Hide on their own. Just trust us."

"Thank you. But I'd like to engrave a symbol on my defense gear to represent our blast mercenaries. Is that possible?" "

It was something I had thought about before. Every noble family in the world had a unique sentence. The Gentiles were the same. Guilds have revealed themselves by engraving symbols on weapons or by engraving them on clothing.

"Of course you can. May I put the symbol of our workshop and the name of our master next to it?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Hahaha!"

Tarim and his three sons burst into a happy smile at Harun's words.

Harun told me the image of a strong whirlwind made by the pattern of the Gust Mercenaries, and Master Tarim made the pattern so that I could recognize it at a glance like a pro.

"You're a hero. I moved here, but I don't have any orders to give this opportunity to me who was about to close my workshop and retire. Thank you, thank you!"

Tarim's stubborn mouth melted away without a trace. The dark shadow that was lying on the face of my three sons disappeared.

Now all you have to do is make the best defense gear out of the hide of a monster, and the workshop and their names will go out to people along with the names of Harun and the Storm Mercenaries. At that time, they and their father were widely known as artisans who made defense gear worn by heroes of the Eastern Wind Mercenaries.

Harun, who compared it to Master Tarim, was a real hero, who was so famous that he didn't reveal his identity and intimidate or ignore him as his father-in-law. It's also an honor for such heroes to wear their own crafted armor, but if that armor does its job properly, their names will also climb to Harun and Chung.

Otherwise, it was a big conversation between the blacksmiths about the existence of his white sword and who made it. A blacksmith guessed that Harun's greatest artisan would have made this weapon. Rumor has it that the dwarves may have made the sword now that no one has stepped forward to make it.

He has already shown people a huge bow and arrow of power, presumably made by dwarves. Due to the massive influences of countless foreigners, Harun's attention has been drawn to the fact that he doesn't have many craftsmen who make rare weapons, not just unique weapons.

Money is no longer an issue. Both Tarim and their three sons are natural fathers-in-law who have no great desire for money. The money is enough to buy the ingredients of the items you want to make while living.

The eyes of the three sons of Tarim thinking about the future were full of anticipation and excitement.

Once it becomes widely known that they have made their own defense gear, they will emerge as the best artisans in the empire. Those who hesitated to leave will mind, and new ones will flock like clouds.

Other craftsmen will bend down to learn their techniques and become living legends of the Leather Workshop.

"So how much more money do you need?"

I had given him 3,000 gold before, but that didn't look good enough.

"Just give me 5,000 more gold. We should call a wizard, and in order to do it right, it's best to do it ourselves, but it's going to take a lot of time to get to the Hurdlet, so we'll have to hire apprentices."

"Go ahead."

Harun took out 5,000 more gold and gave it to Tarim.

"First of all, make your defense gear from the leather you gave me earlier. We ask that you do the same magic as last time, so that you can wear it no matter what your body is."

The armor you made first was intended for Tantun Village Warriors. That made me feel comfortable. They share their lives with the witches, so they will need a bit of strength. I wanted to show my gratitude to those who offered me a new path to the top problem.

"Don't worry about it, that's the default option. Anyway, thank you so much for bringing me back without forgetting me. I never thought I'd get a chance to make armor out of a Magical Hide before I died."

As expected, Tarim, a natural craftsman, was more pleased with the opportunity to create a masterpiece of his life with new materials than he would make with such a large amount of defense gear.

"With enough money, the basic work should be able to subcontract nearby Workshops to shorten the crafting day. It'll only take a week, so come and get me then."

Harun left the workshop with the hot escort of Tarim and his three sons.

"Hehe, I feel weird. '

He was not the hero they thought he was. I didn't do that for those who were suffering, so I felt like I was dressed in fancy clothes that didn't fit my body.

"Ahoy! This is all because of HP (Hero Points), right?" '

In my mind, I thought that the heroes he knew also might have interpreted them on their own accord, not with virtue and ideals, but with heroic deeds. Of course, there will be many heroes who don't.

Anyway, I felt nothing but the way I wanted it to go.

"Who the hell are those guys?"

At the end of the evening, the Haran Sister came to the inn looking at the Tantun Village warriors enjoying drinks at Harun's table.

"These are my friends. Do you want me to say hi?"

Warriors were enjoying a drink after their meal earlier. It didn't seem like I was planning to enter the listing yet For them, the city was full of curiosity, and the restaurant with this delicious food was one of them.

They were briefly curious about being friends, but after a peek at their tattooed faces and rough energy, they shook their heads. Remi was still okay, but he had a strong and dangerous energy that was hard for others to sneak up on.

"Okay, so how do we deal with this?"

Harun asked while having a late dinner with her.

"Maybe it's best to sell it yourself."

I heard that the auction is not a good tool because there are many merchants and foreigners here. A wealthy aristocrat, knight, or foreigner guild must participate in order to get a high price, but not here in a commercial city.

"That's going to take a while."

"I think it will take at least a week. Once you've entrusted a skilled artisan with repairs, receiving an item certificate from the Information Guild will take some time to market."

Harun needed that much time anyway.

"I don't care about that. By the way, do you guys know anything about horseshoes?"

"Stable stone?"

Harlan, a wizard with a main job, reacts immediately. It was too violent a reaction to hear the name.

"Do you have a stable stone? Really?"

"No, I'm just asking."

Harun is somewhat surprised by her overreaction. It smelled like something troublesome would happen if she knew she was greedy.

"Hey, quit stalling."

"Why? Is that valuable?"

Harun read the information about the stable stone through his mind, but didn't feel that different from Manaseok.

"Very rare. It's several times more expensive than Manasik. Mana Stone is a gemstone that contains Mana. It is used in various magic factions because of its constant Mana emission and its filling over time, even when consumed."

Harun nods. That's common sense.

"But if you consume Mana once, the stable stone will never be filled again. What a useless piece of rock."

I don't understand the description any more. Even if it took time, Manasseh would be more precious than the horse horseshoe, which would be replenished once it was used.

"The problem is Manat's temper on the cobblestone. Manassite has no activity, so the Mana Stone has a strongly activated Mana compared to special mediators or derivatives, i.e. Mana emissions from the Magic Cube. That means you can randomly make Mana at the stable your own."

"Really? I heard that Manassik holds the pure Mana of each element."

"It's called elemental stone. It's a rare type of Mana Stone that is rarely found. Manat, usually possessed by Manassek, is not a Manat with certain temperaments, but a Manat with all sorts of temperaments, just like Manat around us."

Harun's face still doesn't quite understand the difference, explained in reinforcement.

"In Manassek's case, the wizard can use the sorcerer, but he can't use it to accumulate Mana in his body. However, horseshoes grown from the Shamanstone can accumulate in the body at the wizard's will. That's why the stable is worth so much as Manasik."

Harun's eyes now clearly saw the difference.

'Manna accumulated on the cobblestone can be used as his own.'

Harun looks pretty when he learns about the stable stones. The Tantun Village warriors left him three bags of the stable stones. Harun doesn't know much about commerce, but he can see just how lucky he is.

'Regularly receiving these items, I used them as essentials and weapons. I'm really scared of merchants.'

Of course, we have to consider the risk of entering the area where the water comes from, but there was still no such explosion. Perhaps you can buy all the supplies the villages in the remote part of the Devil Mountains need for a few pallets.

"Then how much can I get for just one nail?"

Harlan looked at Harun with suspicion that his question was somehow spherical and answered him.

"It's not that big. Since Lesser Manassek is usually around 300 to 1,000 gold, the stable will be around 3,000 to 10,000 gold. I don't know the price of that class. There's no deal on the market.

However, I heard that since there aren't many areas where they live and catching horses is so dangerous, the stable stones are mostly minor, but they don't come out for 100 in a year. They say you can't see anything without an auction house because of the horses you buy. I haven't actually seen it. "

Harun, who heard the price range from Harun, smiled unknowingly. This was like finding a dungeon while walking backwards.

"What is it? What is it?"

Harun takes care of his face again, even though the seagull caught the feeling. When Haran learns about this, he will say he will share in the tummy in a tumult.

"I'm just curious. Don't overdo it."

"Tsk! Something's fishy."

"You must be tired. Eat quickly and go back to rest. I'm gonna go talk to my friends, and then I'm gonna come up."

Harun moves to the table with Durbon's group before Harun does.

"How about a drink?"

"Awesome!"

Durbon gives a joyful impression, drinking another sip of beer in a wooden cup that only has his head.

"Remy?"

"Delicious. The fruit wine in my village is too strong and smells too strong, but it's soft and weak to make me feel better."

Lemi also seemed to like the taste of soft and flavorful beer. But Dion and Auxerre had different opinions.

"I'm so-so. Too weak!"

"Sul is our best."

The beer seemed too weak for two people who had been domesticated by the poisonous liquor made by natural fermentation.

Harun summoned a waiter to serve as his distillery master, the thrafire. Beer was right for both of them, but it seemed like a three-fifty torpedo.

"What is this? Why is it so small?"

Auxer grunts as he looks at the bottle and grunts. Besides, even the cup was the thickness of his fingers, so he couldn't have liked it. Harun gives you a small glass, filled with a thorific fire, in front of the two of you.

"Have a drink. You have to hand it over at once."

"Heh heh. That's it."

Dion and Auxerre drank the thrafier in a small glass in a heartbeat.

"Whoa!"

"Woo!"

The faces of the two men who drank the thorofire in a single shot quickly rose red, and a monstrosity erupted from their mouths. The two of them shook their heads and shook their eyes.

"How about that, right?"

The two of them were unable to speak because of the burning sensation of the neck, but only lifted their thumbs and put out an empty cup. It was as if a flame had passed through your throat, entered your stomach, climbed up to your head, and escaped into your ears.

"Excellent!"

"Kill!"

Dion and Auxer glanced back at Harun with one finger, only after he had finished filling the cup.

"This is a warrior's drink. It's a name that's hot enough to burn your throat out in an instant."

It was a drink enjoyed by mercenaries. Of course, because the price is high, it's not something you can drink every time. Even mercenaries who are weak because of the price of 20 gold per bottle do not dare to eat unless it is very special.

"Ugh!"

Durbon, who drank a little bit of the Throfire, frowns and pulls his tongue out.

"Hehe! Hehe!"

"Chuckle!"

"Hahaha!"

The three men burst into laughter as they looked at Durbon. She strangled herself as if she were going to kill herself and turned into a grim face.

"For the honor of the warrior!"

"To the witches!"

"To Tantun's Peace!"

In response to the three men's toast, Durbon and Remi also raise a glass of beer with only a head.

Since then, there have been loud laughter and joyful conversations at the table of five people.

After finishing breakfast early the next morning, Harun takes the Tantun Village warriors to the forge.

"Are you sure you want to buy it?"

Durbon asks with an unbelievable face, but Harun nods heavily.

"You're a really good guy. Remi was right about having the same energy as us."

Although it was not expressed in words, Dion and Auxerre walking side by side also gave thanks to Harun.

'But it is the blood of a new foot.'

With the exception of sea cows and herbs, the horseshoes they gave had 12 superior, 17 intermediate, and 34 minor. The minimum catch was 100,000 gold.

Knowing the value of the stone fortress, I was able to give them as much as they wanted. Even if you have money, you can't save the stable stone, right? Using it will increase the hardship of the crew due to the Mana tribe in a moment.

The tattoos on his face, neck and forearms that appeared out of the tunic, and the speculation of his stomach filled his body, opened the way as more than 20 warriors rushed through the streets.

I feel good.

Of course, not everyone is afraid to avoid it, but walking with warriors under the radar of others is not as bad as it seems.

However, it doesn't matter that the meaning of the eyes is not very good, but they are not his henchmen.

Shortly after arriving at the forge district in the Workshop Street, Harun finds the forge Tarim mentioned yesterday.

There he is! '

The appearance of the forge was understated by two large axes, engraved with the old name 'Oropa Forge'. Unlike the other forges that placed shops that display and sell goods towards the street and set up workshops in the back, the Oropa Forge had no other display space.

Even though I could see the warriors who lived in the country, Harun gave me a strange look at Harun, who was facing Oropa, but he believed Tarim. He said that the weapon made in Oropa is the strongest and most usable.

"Who?"

As I entered the forge, a middle-aged man with a muscle-body body asked me not to make eye contact with the warriors. He was surrounded by ten apprentices, all of whom were taking off their clothes.

"I'm here for my weapon."

At Harun's words, the middle-aged man looked at Harun and his warriors with proper eyes, but no matter how sharp his gaze was, Dion and the warriors instinctively tried to capture the weapon.

"Hmm, nice bodies."

Along with the sound of flattery or sarcasm, I could see the middle-aged man's face making eye contact with Harun. In addition to hitting the cognitive head because it was annoying, the face with few eyebrows looked very ugly.

"I've never seen you before. How did you get here?"

A man who shoots Harun with annoying eyes.

"I was introduced by Tarim."

"That stubborn old man introduced himself? Wow! What a surprise."

When Tarim's name was mentioned, he felt a little curiosity and kindness in his eyes.

"You're not a typical person after all. He's a faint but majestic figure at first glance. Great! Well, I'll give you the proper weapons I made. My name is Bilkman. Come in here."

The thick, rough voice and coarse tone seem to have remained the same, even if the opposing Pokémon is noble. Even though he was a blacksmith, even the dizzy knights were strong enough not to look them in the eye.

"Let's go in."

Turning back, Dion and Auxer stare at Bilkiman's back with interesting eyes. They also seemed to recognize the momentum of Bilkiman.

Bilkiman goes inside, not caring about what they follow, and the rest of the smiths don't care much about what they do in the forge.

Pretty much. '

Whether it was influenced by Exporter or Thunderbolt, I feel that when I look at people, I can see that the blacksmiths at work are not just artisans. When you look at the evenly developed muscles, they are not just muscles that are repeating simple labor.

Bilkiman follows the stairs deep inside the forge. Harun's companions follow him down to the basement, their eyes wide open, and they can't help but stretch.

"Whoa! Awesome!"

Through a single window filled with sunlight, a fairly bright basement was as wide as the upper floor, and there were all kinds of weapons on the walls of the surrounding area and in the center of the cradle.

Warriors glance at the sharp weapons and scatter to the chasm. Since they were born warriors, I had no choice but to be fascinated by their superior weapons. Bilkiman's eyes soften to the actions of the warriors who carefully examine the weapon as if they were treating a young lover.

"Choose!"

Bilkiman says with a expressionless face, but he notices that Harun's group is enjoying the awe. A slightly twisted purchase was revealing his satisfaction.

"Choose your weapon of choice!"

Setting a price range was a waiver in the first place. Harun insisted on continuing to do business with them, but even if he suffered some losses this time, he thought about buying them the weapons they wanted.

'You can't be trying to win more than 100,000 gold.'

Harun is getting thicker with a lot of cash in his hand.

Harun's words distract the warriors who care about Durbon, as well as Lemi.

"You don't choose?"

"Ah! I have my own weapon. You're late. I'm Harun."

Unlike the warriors, Bilkman gives Harun a strangely oblivious look and twitches his facial muscles upon hearing his name.

"Harun? Is it the gale mercenaries?"

"Yes."

"Oh! I knew there was something wrong with my eyes."

Hearing Harun's name, Bilkiman's eyes soften, but his eyes become stronger.

"Greetings. I thought the ignorant were from elsewhere, but they were the gale mercenaries." Well, that's a lot of training and speculation for a knight to piss on. I know I have a fierce and dangerous temperament, but I like my body. "

He seemed to have misunderstood something, but did not make excuses. I want to recruit the Tantun Village warriors myself.

"Can you show me your weapon?"

Harun was a bit curious about what he said, but he took out the Sawyn Sword and gave it to me. The blacksmith's request to see the weapon would have no intention other than to check its quality.

"Hoho! That's a rare Sword. What are the ingredients?"

"Made from bones in the Iron Snake."

In the words Iron Snake, Bilkman observes Bond in detail with a small elasticity. Unlike his body and appearance, Harun nodded his head, showing that his delicate and cautious behavior and attitude are well skilled craftsmen.

"What an excellent sword. Enough bones for thousands of years. Durability and strength are comparable to steel swords. They have excellent Mana conductivity. It's just that the arts are a little lacking and a little dull, but there's nothing wrong with that."

It was far from artistic, and I was not complaining because I naturally sharpened it when injected with Mana.

"Even Expert can't use Mana indefinitely, so choose one that maximizes the power of the weapon itself. This place has been made by the artisans of our Oropa Forge for five generations.

The weapons here aren't organized by grade because I don't like annoying things. There are good people just mixing up. If I find the right stuff, I'll give you my price. "

That's right. Harun was the only one who could keep a finger-length sword for a few minutes in beginner Expert.

"Really?"

"I, Bilkiman, despise fiction."

Harun had no intention of rejecting the favors of his proud father-in-law. Harun shreds the Von Sword again and heads for the armory.

I noticed the guards first. Various masters and daggers cast a dazzling light and seduced his eyes, but Harun turned away. The leaders were enough to have what they now had.

I didn't need to see any battle axes, spears, or weapons. What he wants is a light and exceptional sword that can be wielded with one hand. I wanted a sword that could maximize the power of his feet and quick body movements.

This was Bjorn's preferred two-handed sword for the Black Knights. The holder with the most double-handed swords was also the one with the sword on it. The next was a dagger used by Tantun warriors and Bilkiman's size, and the smallest was a slick, one-handed sword.

Even though the number of one-handed swords was the least, I was hesitant about which one to pick, since it was more than 100. All of them were outstanding. Of course, there is a way to find the right sword. Use your mind.

If you look at an object for more than a certain amount of time, you will automatically see information about the object due to your mind.

'No, we don't have much time.'

I couldn't look at more than 100 swords each day. A large number of warriors have already found a weapon they like and are swinging it around.

'Damn! This is a good opportunity.'

She was in a hurry, so it was harder to judge. If only I had a few bags, I would look into them in detail. It was harder to choose what I liked because there were heaps of things with similar statutes and shapes.

- Master, pick one!

Suddenly, Harun's eyes widen as he hears from the spirit. He was a jerk who spent a lot of time alone.

- Like what?

- See that sack of gold dragons down there? That's the best part.

Harun took out one of the piles of swords below, not the stump.

"That's unusual."

Unlike the other black swords in his hand, the color of the sword was almost dark blue. I don't know what the material was, but it lacked shine. The length was a little longer than the Bone Sword, and it was very light in addition to having a blunt blade as it was only after standing up a black blade with two bloodstreams.

Harun already possesses a sword like this in reality, although he would avoid it if he were a sword picker. The day of smashing is much more brutal than this, but injecting Mana will create an extremely sharp blade.

"Where!"

Harun pulls Mana up and injects her. Then Mana entered the sword at an astonishing speed, and the dull part began to flow with a light Mana light that was neither visible nor detectable. It was an amazing Mana conductivity. The blade of the blade was not injected with half the amount.

Whoo-hoo!

With a heavy vibration, a slight faint sound flows out. It was as if he welcomed the choice he made.

This is the stuff! '

What do you say, the sword sticks to you? I felt welcomed and comfortable as if I had recovered what I had lost. The sound of the sword crying for Mana makes me feel good.

Harun wields his sword and swings lightly. It was lighter and longer than Iron Von Sword, so it was a perfect fit for a messenger sword belonging to a fresh specimen. With this weight, I could wield it half as fast as before.

Looking at the sword like I was possessed, I remembered the information window.

Item: Hidden Tease

Rank: Unique

Content: A sword made by the last descendant of the famous Syrillic family as a swordsman. It was made by mixing Mythril and Manasik in meteorites. He made a blade that only grows blades by injecting Mana into the family teachings that emphasize the grace of the sword.

Durability: 2,400/2 ,280

Options: Agility +10, HP +10, Wisdom +10

'Unique! Yeah, you're fucked, bitch.'

As Harun gives you the name "Smash" instead of "Hidden Tith," you hear Bilkiman's voice in your ears.

"Why that sword?"

Harun turns his head and looks at the sword with a bad look on his face. Seeing his eyes, he seems to think he picked the wrong one.

"That's not a sword from our forge. The crafting technique is different, and this is the sword my four contenders acquired on their journey. I tried to stop the day many times, but I couldn't finish it, no matter what the ingredients were. Moreover, the knights are so light, they're terrible swords that even mercenaries don't want to use water."

Bilkman did not know the value of the sword because he could not use Mana. Probably because of the weight and blunt day, the prosecutors who use Mana would have never injected Mana and tried the sword.

"I'll pick out something else for you."

"No problem. I'll take that."

Bilkiman looks flawed, but nods as he sees the truth in Harun's eyes.

"Good. Well, it looks like there's something in it that my family can't handle. Keep it anyway."

It was a favor, but never a big one. In his words, I tried to throw it away, but Paul felt good about it.

"You don't need a sword, do you?"

"Yes, thank you."

As Harun acquired his sword, the Tantun Village warriors picked out their favorite weapons one by one. Harun nods, looking at the weapons they chose. They consistently chose heavy weapons that fit the body.

'You seem to like it.'

The faces of warriors with pure temperament were very satisfied.

"Oh, let's see! At least you picked out some refined ones. Well, they're not big enough, but they're durable and well balanced. Give me 20,000 gold in total."

"20,000 gold?"

I was a little surprised that Harun had never bought a weapon of his own. On average, I don't know if 1,000 gold is adequate or not.

'Wait! This is a rare class.'

Harun's eyes narrow as he examines the warriors' weapons. Some of them were rare. Even though he didn't check the information, that's all Harun can recognize now.

'It's a different story if there's a rare mix.'

Rare weapons are not something you can easily see. All these people can get their own weapons easily, but it is not a profit that can be won by money.

Moreover, it could have been that the overall price of food, other than groceries, has increased due to foreigners spending money easily recently. Even if he had gotten Hidden Tease, it was never expensive.

"Why, do you think it's expensive? I gave it to you pretty cheap."

"Oh, no."

Harun did not hesitate to pay 20,000 gold in gold coins. It seemed like it was cheap. If not, then he and his warriors will be satisfied. I didn't have to cling to the price anymore

Bilkman slaps his shoulder with a big smile on his attitude.

"Hahaha! I'm glad it's cool."

"Please make their swords and armor."

"Don't worry. I'll go up and make it for you in no time."

Due to the increasing number of foreigners in recent years, his workshop has also often had to do with pushing and pulling details, unlike before. He considers a discount and calls the price up, but he feels better because he didn't expect it at once. He leads people to the workshop.

Their excitement does not subside even after they have completed all the work and returned to the inn. They were too impatient to come out in the backyard with new weapons to test and adapt to their bodies.

Harun also came out to the courtyard with them and sat under the tree and watched what they were doing.

"Phew! Is that so good? '

In my case, I have chosen the weapon I like after breaking the quest. It was hard to understand their feelings because I never thought I'd have a better weapon.

The Tantun Village warriors seem to be in great shape, but the weapons they wield blow through the wind, tearing through the atmosphere. Despite their inability to use Mana, their superpower remains.

It's not a proper technique or weapon, but everyone has their own way of wielding their weapons. Over time, there were warriors who valued the new weapon and took out the old one and wielded it to see the difference.

Approximately an hour later, Auxer reaches Harun's seat with his dagger in his hand. Warriors stop training as if it were a sign and flock around Harun. Remi, who didn't come out of the room, was in between.

"Thank you, friend!"

Auxerre, who picked out a sword as big as his body size, was very single about how good it felt to have a sword. No, not only was Auxerre satisfied, but so were the other warriors. I've never had such a good weapon.

"Thank you."

Given the value of the stable, this is nothing. But they didn't think so. Compared to what the merchants who came to the village had paid them, Harun's was truly a transvestite.

"Remi! The strength of our Aka warriors. Can this fellow take it?" "

"That's ……."

Remi blinks at Auxer's words and does not answer easily.

"I know what Auxer's heart is, but it's an unacceptable force without the warriors of our tribe."

In the end, the faces of the warriors surrounding Harun were filled with regret.

Good guys! '

Even though they don't know how much they're worth, they're willing to give up what only their tribe warriors can.

Harun was as proud as he was of whatever that power was, but a little curious.

"I'll only accept your heart. Thank you so much! But what is the power of a warrior?"

"This is it!"

Durbon points to his face. No, he was pointing at a tattoo that included the forehead and the eye area.

"Tattoo?"

"This is the 'Eye of Shata' tattoo. With this tattoo and a focus on your mind, you can get a good look at fast-moving objects."

Remi, who is proficient in common language, explained.

For example, it seemed to enhance the body's vision. It looked like a strange tattoo. Three concentric circles overlaid one another, and within them were symbols that appeared to have shaped the lightning with unknown symbols.

"That's a Prozli arm tattoo. It's a tattoo that really empowers Prozli."

Lemi pointed to a tattoo on the shoulders of Durbon. As Harun's gaze settles on his shoulder, Durbon reveals his white teeth and removes his tunic. Her body quickly turned into underwear, but none of her or any of the other warriors cared.

Although she was large in stature, her figure was fantastic. As the body of Ari used to be, it was very intuitive because of its perfect upper limbs and small muscles, but there were not many areas with white innards.

It was just that I felt feminine because of scars I didn't want to see. Anyway, her whole body was literally full of tattoos.

"This is the heart of Aka, this is the wings of Viyan, and this is Rambi's feet." "

Durbon explained the tattoos on his body. There are six different types of tattoos on the feet, thighs, and back. What was interesting was that they all had names and specific parts of the water.

"Do you really use the power of a beast through a tattoo?"

"Hehe! That's right. Our Aka, who have lived in the Devil Mountains for a long time, have used this tattoo as a way to use the power of magic."

Harun stares blankly at the tattoo carved on Durbon's body. It was hard to believe.

"I'll show you."

Durbone looks at Harun's doubts and says with a proud face.

She narrows her eyes for a moment and focuses on the inside.

A few moments later, a bright light flows from the tattoo on her legs and feet. Fully opened eyes with a satisfied face, Durbon begins to jump into a wide space.

Whee! Whee!

Her body moves as fast as it flies, covering it for five metres at a time. Harun's mouth twitches with a swift movement that leaves him standing. This was comparable to when he developed his messenger fast skills with power.

"Hahaha! What do you think?"

Durbon, who had just moved several times in support, asked Harun with a bright smile.

"Fantastic!"

Until now, Harun has never met or seen anyone who moves faster than himself. I can't believe I can wield this power with my tattooed power.

"This is the hidden power of our Aka."

At a distance, the tattoo looked like clothes, but there was no place to look, because it came right next to me. Harun stared at Lemi in surprise.

"Is this possible with tattoos?"

If this is possible, you do not need to practice the process of accumulating Mana in your body. With a tattoo, you can borrow the power of a horse.

"It's possible, but you have to be qualified and limited to use that power."

"Qualification?"

"Yes, you need to be able to accept and cope with the power of a demon. Horses also accumulate magical power in their bodies, so they must be able to handle the power of the Horseman's Stone."

I thought I knew what I was talking about.

"How do you do that?"

"It is to engrave on the body the mark of the magic from our ancestors, sprinkle the stone powder on the spot where the blood came from, and then use the power of magic to infuse the power of the magic. If your body doesn't accept Stable Powder, you won't be able to use Magical Power.

I have yet to hear that an outsider has embraced this power, except for the Rumps, who have allied with us for a very long time. "

Harun was greatly disappointed in Remi's words because he was so encouraged by the power of the tattoo. But curiosity remained.

"So what are the limits?"

"The spirit must be strong to wield the power of a demon. With tattoos and imprints on the flesh, Mana has a tendency to dominate the subject. You have to tap it to put it under your control. So you can use the power of the magic just by focusing your mind on that area. But that power can only be used for so little time.

Katya, the legendary hero of our Aka tribe, said that all the sorcerers in the Devil Mountains were afraid, could only use her for an hour, but even the strongest warrior in our town, Auxer, can only use her for thirty breaths. "

I thought I knew what you meant. It means that you must have a strong mind in your natural body to accept the power of a beast.

"But does the tattoo have to be that big?"

Durbone's body looked a bit like that. Although it is said to be a warrior, the tattoos that are gracefully positioned in the body of a beautiful young woman were emitting a terrifying and sharp energy, causing the femininity of Durbon to drop severely.

"That's how big it used to be at first. But the stronger they get, the smaller the size of the tattoos will get, and eventually, like Katya, they'll infiltrate your body and become invisible in normal times."

Harun examines the warriors' foreheads, watching their reactions politely. As Remi said, the tattoos on Dion and Auxerre's forehead, which were praying to the oldest, were also blurry, but the size was small enough around both the eyes and the glabella.

The exposed area was quite different from Durbon or other warriors full of various tattoos.

"Then can we see the power of Prozli?"

Harun was greatly fascinated by the power of the tattoo. Rambi's feet didn't need much for him to master messenger skills, but his strength was different. He's a little overweight right now, but he's still skinny.

"Auxerre, show me the power of Prozli."

"Kahaha! I'll show you."

At Lemi's request, Auxer turns his eyes back and focuses on something, as Durbon did. Then his torso, wrapped in tunic, is caught in the light, and he sees an explosive movement.

He was wearing a tunic that revealed his body, so he could see the muscles of his entire torso fluctuating with the origin of his waist.

"Wow, that's amazing. '

It was still a magnificent Auxerre who opened the power of the beast and his torso was full of muscles as if it were going to explode. Auxer, who is on one side of a huge rock to test his strength, punches vigorously with a stunning fist.

"Hiya!"

Harun's body reacts without hesitation as he swings his fist toward a giant rock as tall as a man, not wearing a gauntlet as usual.

Boom!

This was not the sound of human flesh and stone colliding with bones and flesh. Auxer's fist pierces the boulder and plunges it deep into his forearm, with a sound as if it had been smashed between the rocks.

Amazing!

Harun's eyes widen. The rock in Auxer's fist has gold in many directions. I'd be less surprised if I smashed a rock.

This was a result of speed and strength. With this kind of power, even Export-level tests using Mana could not cope.

Boom, boom! Pair!

Harun applauds without even knowing it. I was amazed at the overwhelming power and power that I had never imagined. I still don't know the true power and ability of a beast, but I think I know how they've lived in the Devil Mountains for so long.

Auxer and his warriors give Harun a cheerful face. Among them, Dion looks serious as if he's thinking something and says to Lemi.

"Lemi, you said this fellow has a friendly energy."

"That's right. Harun smells very familiar."

"That will do!"

The fierce words of Dion open the eyes of the warriors.

"Like Dion said, would you like to test it?"

"Great!"

If you do wrong, you will get tattoos and no power.

'If they see me when I change, they'll be afraid.'

It took a little while for them to look ugly because of the tattoos, but I can't do anything about it. I don't have a boyfriend who cares about his looks, and even now, Harun has lived without worrying about his looks.

"I have to go to my room first."

Remi leads Harun to his room. Ever since Durbone and the warriors became curious? I'm holding. But not everyone can get in the room.

The rest stood outside an open room, and only warriors named Durbon, Dion, Auxer and TaKeem could enter and watch the ceremony.

Harun took off all his defense gear and put on his underwear, just like Lemi said.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Though not as magnificent as they were, Tantun warriors shouted at the evenly developed muscular body. They knew that it wasn't just the volume and size of the muscles that changed the strength.

Takeem was surprised by something else. Harun's armor, guards, and recollection intensify his gaze. He also knew how hard it was to deal with the scaffolding because he was good at using the scaffolding like the other warriors, but he couldn't be surprised because Harun had more than 100.

"Here we go. Never open your mouth."

"Got it."

Harun chews on Lemi's batch of leather.

Remy pulls out a small box of white bones from his luggage and opens the lid. Inside, there were instruments of various shapes, from the resemblance of an awl to the end with a small blade, like a surgical scalpel, and several jars of glass that contained unknown liquid.

The first thing she caught was a pen with a blunt tip, and she tucked the tip of it into a glass bottle. Then he immediately took it out and began to draw an example of the 'Rambi's Eye' tattoo on Harun's eyes and forehead.

Remy's touch begins to move delicately but heavily. Gradually, a blue line began to appear on Harun's forehead and around his eyes, and a thick drop of sweat quickly appeared on her face as she became distracted.

Remi, who drew an example of a tattoo for 10 minutes, closed his eyes for a moment, regained his strength with meditation, and grabbed a tool with a small blade at the end. Then I started moving the blade along the pre-finished example.

What the hell?

Harun was frightened, though he knew that the tattoo was done by stabbing with a needle and inking with a constant pattern.

"Ugh!"

Harun seems to be going mad. It was horrible to feel alive when my flesh was torn in such a healthy state. Particularly the slow shearing of the flesh around the eyes was unbearable. Pain is pain, but the fact that this process lasted longer was even worse.

'Still better than Lemi.'

Harun's eyes are wide open, without a sound to close them. He can still see Remi's face covered in sweat. I could imagine how focused she was and how hard it must have been.

How long has it been? Remy steps back with a long sigh. Along with him, I felt a slight flow of blood flowing from the blade. It was truly a great skill. It cuts only that thin skin without touching the bone.

"I'm going to sprinkle some Stable Powder now. Keep your mouth shut, even if something strange happens inside your body. It's the most important process to accept the power of a demon, so you have to focus."

Harun nods instead of answering.

Lemi, who wiped his sweat with the cloth Takeem gave him, took out a jar of glass and opened the sealed lid. When she notices, Durbon goes behind Harun's back, grabs his head and lays him back a little. Lemi painted a complex pattern with powder in a glass jar and sprayed it along the cut.

Bubbling.

As the powder was sprinkled on the blood rising from the wound, the area began to boil. Then came the unbearable pain. What if it burns the flesh? What if I spray salt on the open wound?

"Hehe!"

It was Harun who thought he was confident in enduring the pain, but his eyes were restored to the terrible pain he had experienced for the first time. Harun, who was about to twist his body without even knowing it, noticed that four people, including Bon, were holding on tight.

I think it would be better if I could scream, but I had no choice but to bite my teeth. Remi repeatedly sprayed the boiling area with granite powder.

How long are you going to do this? '

I wanted to ask you that right away. I don't know why time is so slow.

'This is driving me crazy.'

Harun focuses his consciousness inside his body to forget the pain immediately. Focusing the mind on pain was not an easy task, but his consciousness suddenly headed inside the body because of his desperate desire to forget suffering.

Harun's consciousness naturally turns to where he is experiencing a painful process. Along with the consciousness, the senses that were hiding in that area came together.

What is it?

Harun was able to find the foreign among the senses. I've never felt a Mana of strange temperament before. The mana was scattered, forming an exact pattern that could be painted quickly, but the amount was getting larger and larger.

"We're coming!"

At some point, the foreign mana was gathering to a point in her eyes.

'I have mine.'

Among the Mana that gathered to one point were the ones hiding in his body. Manas, presumed to have been hiding in the bone marrow or cell tissue of the bone, headed towards a point like watering with foreign mana. The amount of Mana gathered there was enormous.

It's not even Mana Point, but when the mana collects and rotates clockwise, it increases density and starts to build up.

How long has it been?

I no longer feel the foreign Mana coming in. One point of her glabella was like a tiny Mana Ocean that accumulated to the size of a cat's eyeball.

"Where?"

Harun's will leads there.

Wriggle!

A tight-knit, foreign Mana grumbles and refuses his will, not listening to her as if she were vomited. Harun, who thought it was oddly interesting, made his will stronger.

Move, move, move! '

When the strong will was expressed, he began to move gradually, as if he could not, by stretching his tentacles and expanding the area like that of the Upper Mana Ocean. Mana's tentacles quickly turned to his eyes. Manah stretched a tentacle-like microfiber around the eye where the fine neural tissues and cell tissues were located.

It was time to move the consciousness into outer space. I had to check the effect of this Mana.

As I think about it, Lemi's face is filled with sweat and chanting an unknown spell. I felt strange because each one of the sweat holes looked so big and detailed.

'What are you memorizing so hard?'

I saw her dark blue eyes, almost closed inside her eyelids. And his consciousness sank into his eyes.

What is it?

The strange videos spread like panoramas as I focused my mind more on the confused but curious mind.

- I like this guy. It smells a lot different than the warriors of our tribe, but it smells nice.

I can feel the five around Harun. You seal up those within your body that have a power you can't touch with your own power. However, as if it were not just a seal, I felt very envious of the sweet smell that comes from a warm and heartfelt heart.

- If I'm not a shaman, I want to hang out with him. I want to see this beautiful world full of strange things.

Remi smiles brightly, holding Harun's hand, walking into the mountains and into a city full of splendid things.

- If this man is human, won't he save our people in danger and get them out of the world?

The power of the Shamans has become much stronger than before. That number also disappeared three villages of the Yaka without a trace because of horses twice as many as a few years ago. The power of the Aka tribe, which was used to hunt monsters and prevent them from leaving the world, is getting weaker and weaker.

- Is Harun the hero Katya told you about? I've never seen a human absorb so much Stable Powder before. I hope that's not wrong.

Legend. But Katya, the tribe's greatest hero, left this behind. The Akas believe Katya's prophecy. I can see Harun with his coat of light subduing all the horses, just as in the old legend. He will lead the people of AKA who have lived like beasts for a long time to a land of abundance.

'Ah! This is an idea.'

A sudden realization breaks the string that runs through her eyes. Harun can see that the videos and thoughts he had just seen and heard were Lemi's.

What kind of power is this? It's clearly a visual enhancement tattoo. '

Harun did not realize that he had simply combined Mana of the stable stone containing the power of the magic horse with his Mana. That is why he gained new abilities in addition to the power of the Shamans.

The pain that was so severe suddenly disappeared like a lie. Those who looked at his comfortably transformed face were relaxing their hands holding his whole body with a face that they couldn't understand.

"Did you absorb it?"

Durbone asked with a serious face.

"What?"

"The power of the devil."

"I don't know. But I feel a strange energy around my eyes."

Harun gives a strangely heavy reply to the glance of the warriors staring at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think something's trying to connect me to my eyes."

"Whoa! Castle, it's working!"

"You embraced the power of our tribe!"

"Hahaha! He was just like us, too."

In Harun's reply, Durbon and the warriors were joyful as they shouted together.

"Congratulations. Harun is now an Aka warrior."

Lemi wipes away the sweat and congratulates you. I performed the procedure in a long time, but I didn't think I would be able to accept the power of the magic in such a short time.

Because he absorbed ten times more granite powder than usual, he was worried that the procedure would fail as well as go wrong, but according to what he said, it was a typical reaction to receive power.

"Thank you, Remy! Thank you."

"No. Harun had a hard time because of the Parts Powder."

Parts is a medicinal ingredient that causes labor and mild hallucinations.

"Oh dear! Then I've endured the pain of my life. '

She tried to get angry all of a sudden, but was able to endure knowing how much effort she had put into the procedure.

"I was only going to see the reaction, but Harun's reaction was active, so I did everything I could. It must have hurt a lot to survive without any parts powder."

After hearing Lemi's words, I could see what was going on, and my resentment and anger disappeared in no time.

"Harun, you're amazing! Our warriors can't take it like you can."

Durbone is impressed. Dion and Auxer and Lemi and Takem also cast a similar gaze. I stopped by Lemi and her colleagues, who were smiling satisfactorily, and Dion opened his mouth.

"Harun is now a warrior of our Akas. Let's give him another boost!"

"I vote yes! But how many?"

Durbon first agreed with Zen of Dion and showed that the rest of the warriors were of the same mind through their eyes. Harun notices something strange about Durbon's words and asks Lemi.

"How many?"

"Warriors are determined by their ability to accept the power of a horse. If you're good, you can accept more power. I can get all ten tattoos."

"Really?"

Even though the tattoo started out out curious, Harun was quite fascinated by its power.

'You have to have powerful power to deal with those who have massive organizations anyway. It is advantageous to have as much power as possible if we do not collide with each other.'

The power of the horse's head, which he received through an engraved tattoo, was completely unrelated to Mana Road or Mana Point. He even bonds with a hidden Mana that he didn't even know existed, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with using a sword.

"Lemi, please!"

"Good. I wonder how much power Harun can take. Durbone, I need your help."

Remi looked at Harun with hot eyes and prepared for the procedure again.

"What's next? The power of Prozli?"

"Are you sure about this?"

Harun nods. I don't know exactly what he asked, but his condition was better than ever. Though it felt strange to have a third eye on the forehead.

Harun focuses on the exotic being in the middle of his consciousness, and soon he hears someone screaming from the aliens.

"The tattoos get smaller."

At Dion's words, people's mouths opened again. After clearing his consciousness, Harun raised his hand to see the tattoos that people's eyes were looking at his glabellar area.

Why are you only here? He's got tattoos all around his eyes and his forehead. '

Strange things have happened. Lemi's big tattoo shrunk and settled across the brow area and forehead. Harun couldn't believe it, so he kept touching the tattoo with his fingertips. We have already seen the shape with the mind mind mind. Although it has been reduced, we can confirm that it is the same as the circle.

Remi looks at Harun surprised and clenches his fist.

"Maybe he fully accepted Shata's eyes?"

"I've never seen tattoos diminish so quickly!"

The warriors look at Harun's tattoo with a frightening face.

'Exactly! You must have fully embraced the power of the beast. If we were in this state, we could use the power of the Shamans right now. How could he do that? It took us more than a month to harness that power, the best warrior in our town. Does this make what Katya said come true?'

Remy looks at it with his own eyes, but his heart beats with anticipation and excitement. Maybe he didn't know that his hand was creating a hero for the Aka tribe.

There is a legend passed down to the shamans of the tribe for generations. When the fate of the tribes was threatened like a candle in front of the wind, a great warrior who was given Katya's power appeared and saved them and stood at the center of the world. He said he was a man who used the power of a beast as powerful as Katya.

Remi is a little tired from his short attention, but has decided to get back to work. Her hands are moving more agile than ever. Four people who had seen the phenomenon before also participated in the work with anticipation and curiosity.

Harun was eventually treated with Prozli's powers.

Tattoos across a wide area, including thighs, waist, and shoulders took a long time to work. While Durbone helped me by stretching out the sweat on Lemi's face and body, Lemi's complexion faded. However, her eyes were on fire on the contrary.

Khh! Khh! '

It's different again. Earlier, the skin layer was only low because the nerve tissue was dense, but this time the depth was so deep that the pain was cut to the bones and muscles that it was beyond imagination. If you can't move your body like you were hit by a Thunderbolt, it would be better. It had to endure the pain with its pure will, so it lacked the grip and the whole body fell down.

How long has it been?

Harun can feel the Mana seeping through the slit and passage of the small scalpel.

Wheelic!

While the three manna oceans that were completely controlled by will did not budge, the mana bunches that were hiding in the bone marrow and cell tissues tried to prevent strangers from circling or gathering around the foreign mana and coming inside.

Boom! Boom!

Strange Mana coming in like a tide and Mana coming out of hiding start to fight. There were many such conflicts throughout the body because of the wide range of tattoos.

I didn't feel it, but Harun's body was shaking as if dozens of snakes were wiggling.

'Exactly! The power of the sorcerer is shivering immediately. I've never seen such a violent reaction!'

After the procedure, Remi was so tired that he just wanted to collapse, he opened his eyes to the unexpected reaction and watched for the change. Warriors who have never seen such a reaction dare not breathe properly and stared at Harun's body.

At this rate, your body will explode! '

Harun's heart was urgent. The collision was getting rough. Particularly, the collision between the waist and shoulders was most intense. The foreign power of the beast and the power of Mana hiding in the body were tightened and the aftermath was influenced by the surrounding muscles or tissues.

Harun concentrates his mind and begins to dominate the two crashing mana.

'Now you two are reconciled. You're both me now.'

Unlike his mana, Manawa has an urgent and violent tendency, but he has nowhere else to go but into his body. You have to stay home as your body. The same is true of Manas who was hiding.

I've lived through this without even knowing it exists, but once I show myself, I won't be able to get away from his sharp attention. I had no choice but to stay close to the foreign Manas.

Is it through will?

After a slight decline in the two Mana clashes, you begin to blend into one. As the white cream was mixed with chocolate liquid, the two Mana who rotated and showed new colors and properties were divided into six places not too long ago.

After checking that the situation was stable, Harun opened his eyes and was instantly nervous because of those who looked at him with astonished gaze. I was worried that something was wrong. The moment you say something, Remi speaks in a weak but clear voice.

"Try focusing your mind on the tattoo area."

Harun nods at the same time at six places.

Qajik!

As he focused his mind on the tattoo and put his will, the tattooed areas on his back, shoulders, and arms and hands flashed and an explosive force surged through his body.

With a floppy sensation, the anatomical Mana fills the body, not the anatomical Mana.

What is this? '

Obviously, he is not Manawa in his Mana Ocean. Mana, full of flesh, was ready to rush out quickly, and her fist felt a powerful force that I had never felt before.

I think I'm gonna break something! '

Once activated, the whole body muscle twitched and fluctuated due to its uncontrolled force.

"Let's test that power."

I was curious, so I listened to Remy. Harun crosses through the side of the road among the warriors and heads out to the wide, large rock next to the rock that Auxer broke earlier.

I can break it! '

Despite rational judgment that his fist could be broken into bones, emotion and instinct seemed to be able to smash the giant rock in one punch. It's boiling full of energy. The moment he remembers his fist, a powerful force gathers in his fist.

"Thyat!"

Harun yells seismically at the crazy feeling and flies his fist at the rock.

Phew!

At once, Harun's fist struck the rock, as well as his elbow pierced into the rock. It was only a little later that long gold began to form around the hole.

"Wow!"

"Perfect! Prozli's power is fully operational."

The warriors who were watching shouted.

"Ka, Katya's spirit!"

Lemi's words from Durbone's side with a pale face intensified Dion and Auxer's eyes.

"Katie?"

"Prozli's tattoos are already getting fainter and fainter. Only Katya was the only warrior who received the power of the beast so quickly. Only Katya can do this."

It was just like Remy said. The tattoos on Harun's waist, shoulders and arms were shrunk like six big dots and the lines that followed were blurred.

"Katya!"

Durbon, Dion, and Auxer's face tremble with agitation. It occurred to me that Katya's legacy might be true for their generation.

"We must take him to our village. If you are Latika, you can engrave all the tattoos our tribe knows, so you have to test them. If Harun really accepts all the tattoos, then the great Katya will be the one to save our people in crisis."

Remi has no strength to snap a finger, but his eyes are burning with a vivid glow.