Hunter of the Perished World

The guard commander runs out that way and runs to where Gene and Leona are.

"You son of a bitch!"

Boom!

The guard commander appears kicking down the wooden door, breathing heavily. Gene was working on his weapon, and Leona was sitting across the street watching it. The disassembled gun parts didn't bother me.

"You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?"

"I told you, it's a curse. And you said you don't believe in magic."

Jin glances at him calmly, with a cold expression. Just by looking at the wounds on his cheeks, Gene can only guess what happened.

"Aren't you supposed to think what you're going through is just a coincidence? The attitude of being angry at me is that I trust magic. Is that okay with you?"

"Well, that's..."

Then the Guard Commander will have to admit defeat.

"Either way. Or admit that what you're going through right now is just a coincidence, or that it's my curse. Agree to pay me back if I admit it, and get lost."

"I…. I just... I feel like I'm falling for this!"

Boom!

"Unh!"

As he kicks out the door, he makes a sound of death, whether he was stabbed in the foot by a protruding pool. Leona laughs.

"No, don't you think you should know something's wrong by now? Why does he have to die right away?"

"There are many kinds of blind faith."

Gene wipes the gun parts with a cloth, oils them and laughs. While speaking, Gene's work speed was never slower. After staying, Gene decided to spend some time rearranging his weapons in a relaxed environment.

It's a precious time, so always use it efficiently.

"He's under the delusion that magic is a scam."

You don't have to believe in anything to be blind. Blind faith is blind to something. In that sense, the Guard Commander was quite a fierce fanatic. Gene finished repairing the automatic shotgun, reassembled it, and put it in the blanks. Leona relishes Jean's ability to see weapons.

"Can't you see any more?"

"You'll be busy now."

"Huh? What's keeping you busy? We're done here."

Jin woke up slowly, gazing at everyone passing by the lodge.

"I'm going to have to make a fool of myself."

"Fool?"

"What are you going to do for fun? You have to make a penny."

Four days is the time of death, and Gene didn't want to waste it. Gene sits on the giant in the right place. Leona had no idea what kind of nonsense Jean was doing, but soon after someone opened the door with a frightened look on her face, she could see everything.

"Stir... Shaman... Wait a minute... Can we talk?"

Leona notices what's going on, and Gene nods with a solemn expression.

"Come in."

"Thank you!"

Shamans are often subject to fear.

However, some people are in urgent situations that must be overcome and approached.

The Anak who came brought a child. When she came to Jinn desperately, she sat down and told him what she needed to know.

"My child keeps saying her stomach hurts..."

"Looks like it's been a while since you've been sick."

"Oh my God! How did you know?"

Anak, crouched across from Jin, is furious and greeted.

'If I had been sick for a while, I wouldn't have come.... You must be here because you're still sick.'

Of course, Gene didn't say it out of his mouth. Jin stares at the child with a frightened expression. In Gene's eyes, he looked like he was going to pee right away. Leona watches Jean's footsteps quietly.

"After three days, treat your child as if he had nothing to say to you until the day after the morning, except sleep and eat. I'll tell the Holy Spirit to exclude them from the morning, evening, and communal activities. Then he will lose interest and leave."

"Well, is that really necessary?"

"That will suffice, since the deaf are not even on the cattle axis. Also, go out and give your child a simple ceremony. Cover your eyes and ears away from the building. If you don't, the deaf might catch up with you."

"Yes, yes!"

That said, Anak went out of the house as if he had been burned, and only the children remained in the room. The child looks puzzled, staring at Gin, and starts walking backwards.

"Kid, come closer."

"Yes? Yes..."

The child approached Jin with a tearful look on his face. Gene whispered in his ear.

"I lied to your mother."

"Yes?"

"Don't play tricks on me."

"!"

That made me think about his face.

"If you keep pretending to be sick, you really get headaches and become sick. And remember, if you're bitten by an adult, you can actually kill a child like you."

"Well, I'm sorry!"

"You'll be free to play for as long as you want in three days, so don't pretend to be sick. A person pretending to be sick will want pain without my knowledge, and demons will really make you suffer in response to their call. It's not a lie. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes! I won't!"

"Now go out and get your mother."

The child ran out of the fire like a mother and called her mother.

"The ceremony is over."

"The hemorrhoids...."

"Oh, don't spit out those mean words. Just put it down like your heart tells you to."

Forbidden to talk to shamans for free is a long tradition and knowledge that even those who do not know about magic. In Anak's eyes, it was quite a challenge to "do as my heart tells me" to Jin, the elusive shaman.

I think a shaman will be angry if I don't give him some money. I don't have much to give him.

But they want to be free of fear rather than Celia. Anak thanked me several times for placing five chips, and then left for Chor's lodging. There can't be that many individual chips in the castle, so even five chips would account for a lot of the wealth of that girl.

Anak grabs his child's hand and flies away, and Leona looks at them like they're ridiculous.

"How far did you lie?"

"From beginning to end."

"… Isn't that a bad idea? I'm here to see a shaman. What if he's bluffing?"

"You got rid of the worst habit of faking, so you did something even more divine than the most divine shaman in the world."

"You're really good at sticking up.... But how did you know it was fake?"

"This Ju-Seong was also working with children."

That's what I already understood by looking through the castle. Gene, who was always looking around, was looking at all of those things.

"It's natural that kids don't want to work more than adults. And if you don't want to work, you have to be sick."

"Oh…."

"Critically, the kid is faking and he's being dragged in front of the doctor, but it's weird he doesn't know it."

After all, divination is often associated with intuition. It also gives credibility to speculate on past and present behaviors and habits, gain trust from them, and then conquer the future.

This seems crazy, but it worked even better in the past.

At first, Leona opens her eyes and nods, looking at the impostor.

"That's what I hear.... You look fucking nice."

"You're not stupid anymore."

"... But I still suck at it."

Looking around, remembering, and finding out why a child had to play tricks because of his observation when he needed to.

Gene was still not the worst con man in terms of solving the cause. As Leona looks at Gene, she's increasingly curious to call him a real hunter.

If you cast a frightening spell that spreads the plague, you are now a cheap fortuneteller and a fool.

Even though Gene is a life of the wealthy, there is a reason why he has survived so desperately.

"It's hard to get your first guests. There's gonna be a big crowd."

Reliability has already been demonstrated at the time the guard commander is eating the golden goose. It was clear that the shaman was not a man-eating devil because everyone went to the first guest while they were waiting for the well.

Residents are usually required to work at designated locations at designated times, but there is, of course, free time. Most of them couldn't go because they were afraid of Gin. The people overwhelmed by the horror atmosphere shown yesterday were reluctant, but when the first person with the courage came out with a bright face, others asked him what they had heard.

Since then, when it was free time until dinner and sleep, people stood in line at the door of the accommodation.

"These days my ankles are tingling..."

"Grind a Mutant Black Bitterling, dump it in the water, sharpen a chip, make Salve, and stick it for a week. Must be a Mutant Black Bitch."

"I've been having these dreams lately..."

"Drink one month of water every night before going to bed, put the moon and the remaining date in the water, prevent the light from coming in from the window, and then go to bed. Never, never let light in the room."

It was quite unusual that Jean agreed, but if you think about it a little bit, it was just a mix of magic words in private therapy. The word 'must' or 'never' implies a prohibition of some kind. That's why people think it's magic just by putting it in.

If not, absolutely not. You should never do that. Gene knew quite logically how shamans put the magical meaning into words, so he was good at using them.

Ultimately, it was no different than saying that the ankles were crooked, and it was no different than saying to a ferocious person, "Drink hot water at night and close the window properly and grow up."

Of course, Gene knew the night guard was keeping the lights on here even at night, so he was able to guess that the nightmare man was fierce because of the light pollution, so it wasn't even a zero-sum scam.

Private therapy there was useful knowledge because it knew what herbs were and what birds were used for.

There were many kinds of abdominals, but some people without chips also gave cotton fabric to the grain.

Gene began to build a bounty on the lodge, and Leona was in charge of controlling the people who stood in line as more people started to flourish. After a long night, Leona cried out, looking at the people standing outside the lodge.

"Today's business... No, I scored a point! Go home!"

When I made the trumpet and shouted, people looked sad and said well.

"Shaman, when you're angry, you're afraid. Go while you're gone!"

"How come it's not just me?"

"I've been waiting!"

Leona made an impression on the sound of people making noise.

"If this shit's going down, I'm going down. Guys! Come back tomorrow!"

Leona screams with an impression, and the people run away in a panic. Some people complained that the boy is not unusual either.

"You know what? I think I heard a baby."

"I thought you said there were no loose ends.... That's 'cause you heard of a thousand-year-old babysitter."

"Come on, let's go."

"Oh, you're not usually the new shamans."

Leona's laughter bursts when she sees people muttering during childbirth.

I was just trying to positively interpret what was not cheap.

"Damn, I could use a fortune teller."

Leona thinks it's better to be a fortuneteller, not a hunter.

"What is all this...?"

The short birds look at the ambush they left behind, and Gene clears out the giant that was laid out.

"Looks like the Guard Commander's manipulation is paying off."

"I think so. I need a cart to carry all this."

In fact, the chips as well as the grains were quite thick.

"Not a cart, not a junk wagon."

Gene sighs.

"I still have three more days."

It was just this much for one day, but I didn't know how much more would be piled up.

Ironically, the more shit happens to the guard commander, the more people come to Gin. In fact, the guard commander had a bad reputation in Chuul.

"Just open your mouth and I'll be damned if I'm going to lie. I'm just doing my duty as a guard commander, so I have to be polite... Eww, fuck."

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"I know you're good, but when I was in the wilderness... I don't want you to say this."

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"Honestly, he didn't live in Juul that long. The Princess only picked it because of her talent, but lately she seems to be regretting it."

If a Guard Commander came out while passing by, the villagers would talk harshly.

"Come on, man. Actually, I was scolded by the Holy Father when he told me he wanted to have another wife. I think I've had a little bit of a grudge since then. Yeah, well, only someone I know knows..."

It turns out I've tried a lot of nonsense since I'm about the Guard Commander of Castle. Seeing everyone saying, "It's a shame that I prevented the Holy Spirit from doing so," it was not revealed on the surface, but the guardmaster's network was at the bottom.

"Honestly, I can't help it."

Despite the guards, the residents seem to be happy that the commander is picking on them in real time. Everyone I met didn't even ask me, but I felt thankful in secret, and there was a reason why the villagers kept coming.

You see a dot on the person cursing the guard commander, and they reveal a friendly hostility to the guard commander.

Just as the Guard Commander was politically pressuring the Holy Spirit, the residents were expressing their aversion to the Guard Commander in the manner of the villagers. It was a passive way, but it was clearly a pseudo expression.

Gene felt weird every time he felt this way about a small group of microscopic politics.

"What is it? It was really dangerous the last time. Now that I've put up with the shooting... If it wasn't for the Holy Father..."

He was the last customer, and he said it while gossiping about the guard commander in the relatively spare time. And Gene's expression hardened.

"Shoot? Tell me the truth."

"Ah, how much is a Wargrave shot? Hah... About two weeks ago, I passed through here."

It was Charlotte who came to Gene's mind immediately.