Main Character Hides His Strength

The one on the table is solid bread and a glass of water.

It was too stubborn for a man to eat half the wealth of the world.

A man named Governor of the Merchant Guild and Head of the House of Merchants, put a hard black bread in his mouth and wept for a long time before pouring it into his esophagus with a glass of water.

A meal reminiscent of the cow's chewing was long overdue.

Such a long, frugal meal of Horneco was a fact known to all members of the League of Merchants.

But Hornico didn't have this kind of meal in the first place.

Like all wealthy merchants, he enjoyed a variety of exquisite garments and bought expensive drinks that were decades old.

It was due to a theft that changed his lifestyle for a long time.

It was too great an incident to steal.

Robbery of the Infinite Vault.

Once called an Imperial enemy, the honorable man plundered the gold coins of the Vault of Infinity, a source of power between himself and the Merchant Guild.

The rise of the League of Merchants, where the money itself is directly tied to power, has been steadily broken, and all the arrows of blame have naturally returned to Governor Hornico.

It was around that time that Hornico, who enjoyed all sorts of pleasures, suddenly became like a black monk. Even so, there was still a need to drown out the blame around him.

Of course, the title Continental Thirteen Days and the full support of the World Congress were the most powerful force to preserve his position despite his great commitment, but clever Horneco knew that one small act in the public eye was the power to change public opinion.

His thoughts were accurate.

Nine years after the infinite vault heist, the last burial of his jeopardy was a small reputation built on a long and modest life.

If it hadn't been for that, he would have been thrown out of the viceroy's position and elected as a small shop or merchant.

when the World Congress, supporting him, became famous for its announcement of the third disaster.

But even now, it was pushing the boundaries.

Once Hornico's solid background has disappeared, the conflicting allies are after him.

Young youth merchants support him against the conduct and character of Hornico, but middle-aged traders never forget an event nine years ago.

There was pressure on the Hornico from all sides, and now Hornico is faced with the most severe crisis in many ways.

“Now, let's move on. ”

After the meal, Horneko stared at the man who was standing by the curtain all the time, wearing a black robe.

A full-grown, shabby face.

Horneko only knew that the man was once a professor of the famous School of Magic.

The man nods, rolling his eyes at Hornico, with a big look in his eyes.

“… Our Church intends to provide all the details for free. ”

“That's great. But isn't it too much to invest in an old, weary merchant? ”

In response to Horneko's thorny question, the man in the black robe placed a parchment scroll on the table.

“Of course there are conditions. But it's not that hard. All you have to do is accept this scroll. ”

An old scroll, apparently.

Rugged and without any other decoration.

But Horneco knows what it is.

Is this a summoning ceremony to summon the power of the goddess? ’

The scroll itself was producing an unbelievably powerful and enormous energy.

Horneko, who had been trading numerous treasures for a long time, recognized the scroll at a glance.

“This is like God's writing. It's a little different, but it's got ripe shapes and energy in it. ”

The man in the black robe covers his face and says nothing.

Horneko grins strangely and clasps his hands at the parchment.

“Would you believe this was once the best product in the League of Merchants? The current Wandering King, Cromgard, of the Unsullied, has written and collected this vile scroll. ”

A hand with a pumpkin ring touches the parchment. But Horneko's hand did not pick it up from the rest of the parchment.

Horneco said.

“But you get something like that for free. That's strange.”

Hornico's eyes sparkle.

“In my experience, there's no such thing as free. ”

Horneko had an instinct to stand out early with his brilliant brain and his natural precautions, but put him at the top of his game.

An intuition that flashes like lightning at the moment.

Horneco has achieved great success many times through intuition, such as divine revelation, and similarly avoided deadly dangers.

But right now, his intuition is whispering to him.

This transaction is unsafe.

The hand that stayed on the parchment suddenly clenched its fist and then moved away from the parchment.

The head of the man in the black robe turns to Hornico.

“I'd like to know what your real terms are. ”

Hornico's small, sharp voice echoes through the darkened room.

The man in the black robe has been silent for a while. Hornico seemed to like it.

“Even if I fall here, I'm not worried. I've sat here and worked hard on the foundations that will allow me to live in solidarity until old age. You really think I'm gonna make a deal with someone who doesn't even know who I am? ”

Horneko turns his back on the parchment.

An immersive stream of air was emanating from his body that he was not interested in the work.

“… what we want. ”

Finally, the black robe man's rattling voice echoes back into the room.

Horneko smiled strangely and looked at the mystery man.

“It's chaos.”

Rude voice with nothing to add or subtract.

Deep in the blurry blue eyes of Horneko, this tower rises.

“Chaos?”

“That scroll is different from what we gave the Governor. It has a more special and powerful power. to make the world a better place. That's what we want chaos to look like. ”

“Do you think I would write something like this? ”

The man in the Black Robe gives no answer to Horneko's question. It was a sign of absolute surrender to Hornico's judgment.

Hornico's face brightens slightly.

“I like that. ”

In short, the scroll will be the last resort.

Pick it up when Hornico's in trouble.

Hornico had no idea what the consequences would be, but an apocalypse official briefly said the approximate wavelength.

Chaos.

It is an unbelievably good sound for a man who has reached the end in many ways.

‘The Apocalypse may be a servant of the Chaos. ’

Horneko turns around and picks up the parchment scroll without hesitation.

The profane energy spread through the body on my fingertips.

A tremor erupted throughout his body, but after the tremor, all he had left was a smile.

"Oh my. The Apocalypse. I can't believe you're handing this to me. ’

Horneco felt an unstoppable temptation.

A scroll, or a giant being hidden in it, was pulling him away.

Horneko picks up the parchment and takes it to his pocket, feeling like he's drowning in an endless abyss.

However, just before the parchment went into his pocket, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside.

Horneko drops his parchment and approaches his desk to shake the bell.

The door opens and the merchant's reconstruction bows down and reports to Horneko calmly.

“An enemy from around the world has appeared in Nimpes. ”

“Enemies of the world? ”

Hornico reminds me of this.

At the same time, he reaches for the scroll.

As the Apocalypse man stared at this side in dismay, Horneko squeezed his hands together and said in a different voice.

“Wait, let's hold off on this deal. ”

Another instinct flourished in Horneco's brain.

The direction your gut is pointing is incredible.

This is the hardest opportunity to sow as a merchant.

*

The non-dragon knights on Sylphide are from a country called Nimpes.

It was also an unfamiliar name for Kim Sung-cheol, who led the world.

At the time when the World Congress was formed, Kim Sung-cheol didn't have to stop by Illeboro. It is because the delegates representing the four kings of Illeboro have come to Lagreine in person.

Horneco is the current head of the Commercial Guild. He has since attended parliament on behalf of Illeboro's predecessors as a continent of 13.

Tuck.

The baron who burned Kim Sung-cheol landed in the central garden of an old fortress.

Kim Sung-cheol, who was looking at the whole of Nimbus in the sky, could see that this country is a weaker country than he imagined and has a poorer national strength.

‘The capital of one nation is not the size of a second-class city in an empire. ’

It's okay to call the king a herd in the first place, but they have had the power to treat the rebels generously since the difficult times.

It's a good line. If that was also a skill, Kim Sung-cheol walked forward thinking that way.

“This way.”

Tough non-dragon knights now lead Kim Sung-cheol to their king's castle.

Although it was called Wang Sung-cheol, I could only see houses that were a little more glamorous and taller in Kim's eyes.

The king of Nymphas sits in his usual clothes in the middle of the hall, just as he opens the gate.

It looks so unfamiliar.

He was much younger than that.

Maybe he just passed the terms and conditions.

A so-called generation of doomsday people who have managed to escape the curse of extinction.

“Welcome to the court of Nimfath. Former Imperial Officers.”

The young king stood up to meet Sung-cheol Kim.

Kim Sung-cheol could feel a strange emotion on the king's face.

The king was staring at Kim Sung-cheol with a cheerful face as if he had met a respected scholar or an aspiring actor.

An unfamiliar experience for Kim Sung-cheol who had only received a cold gaze or fearful gaze.

Kim Sung-cheol, in contrast to the king, noticed the light of the boundary in the eyes of his midwives, took out his arm karaz and said in a soft voice.

“I, Sung-cheol Kim, swear on this hammer that I have no malice against you. ”

Said that, Kim Sung-cheol flashed up his arm.

The mouths of the royal people who saw the noble nobility burst out.

Especially the king's reaction.

“Ooh... ooh! ”

The young king stood up, opened his mouth and stared at Karaz.

“Th-that's a hammer made of shrapnel from the sky...?! ”

The king's reaction is strange.

After seeing only a psychopath, Bertelkia trembles vigorously.

“Something doesn't feel right. ”

Kim Sung-cheol nodded and watched the king's reaction.

The Middle Church clings to the young king and whispers something.

“Your Majesty, you can't do this. Protect your body.”

The young king seemed to have lost his mind, even to the point of the Middle Church.

Rather, he came to Kim Sung-cheol, spreading his hands on the goddess.

“What an honor. I can't believe I'm about to see something I've never heard before. ”

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol took a step back.

It was rare.

When the overly dazzling young king approached, he felt unwittingly repulsed.

“I'm so sorry, but can I just touch that hammer?! ”

"What the fuck? ’

Kim Sung-cheol desperately took care of his face, relentlessly handing out his body, Arm Garaz, to the king.

“W-wow. It looks so cold. It's not cold at all. This is amazing!”

The young king smiled happily, touching Arm Karaz as if he were touching the Shinju complex.

Meanwhile, Kim Sung-cheol felt that the atmosphere in the intestine was getting cooler.

The sudden act of the king made everyone feel disappointed or embarrassed.

As the atmosphere gets colder, you hear the sound of crooked shoes coming from a distance.

“Your Majesty!"

The cold woman's voice echoes.

The young king, who did not blink at the Chinese New Testament times, slowly turned his head back in anger as he heard the woman's voice.

There was a young woman in a more glamorous outfit standing with her eyebrows raised.

“Hmm. She's the queen of this larvae country. ”

Marrakia in Kim Sung-cheol's back pocket said in a proud voice that she knows everything.