The Baby Raising A Devil

Tourba was a landmark figure who grew up as a merchant looking for slaves and nobles, starting with the slaves of ruin, and was respected by the ordinary people.

However, it turns out that after being caught selling a masterpiece, it was fraudulent several times before.

"I'm nervous."

This item may be real, but I couldn't rest assured that I knew Turba.

Tourba opens the Wen box on the floor.

There was a white stone in the box, but what was written in it.....

'It's an ancient language.'

Turba said in a tone of pride.

"It's a tombstone from ancient times."

Then North rejoiced greatly with the thorns standing beside the Duke.

"If it's a tombstone that the trust came down to, it's worth as much as Newit."

That's right. If the Ancient Faith is a tombstone, it will be classified as a sacred object by now.

"But how can we be sure that the Ancient is an unintelligible language and that this is the tombstone of the faith?"

Turba opened his mouth with a conscientious expression.

"There are similar items written in the history books, and they have been proven to contain a strong divine power."

"Hmm……."

As the lizards nod, Tourba raises their mouths.

"It was hard to find in the old plateau. That horde of monsters attacked me and my Merchant Guild, but I never retreated."

And then boom! He lowered his hand towards the Duke and laid his hands on the fog.

"Surely the day will come that will help someone. So we can't give up the tombstone! This Turba, it looks like he threw his life away for the good of the day."

However, the Duke only pressed the temples with a dry face.

"Don't quote and recite prices."

Tourba was not in a bad mood at all. Rather, I raised my mouth as if I had waited for it.

"If you buy it, I'll trade it for 100 million francs."

The people who were gathered in the realm of the bull flattered without sound.

"Billion?"

Billion units?!

The unit used in the national budget alone was $1 billion.

I looked at the Duke with a spill and a nosebleed.

The Duke glances at the slate with a sharp eye, but I raise my hand.

"Look closer, Sipher, that!"

Turba, who was looking at me with his thinned eyes, smiled within.

"You are the child of destiny who only listened with words. It's an honor to meet you."

"You look great, Joe."

Leah panicked and said, "Oh, baby." And he called me.

North was also a difficult face. I was worried that if I broke the slate like I did in the New York Times, I would really not be able to do it.

But I had a reason to take a closer look at that slate.

Turba nods with a smile.

"I see you're interested in the Fate's Eye Trust. Yes, you can take a closer look. But you can't touch it."

They said, "Now, wait!" I shouted, but I quickly approached Tourba.

Sitting on the carpet, he squeezes and looks at the slate with a curious face.

"Do you feel the power of God?"

Dubled's men and all the people of the Tourba Merchant Guild met him.

"Stop it. What if he touches you wrong?"

Turba pretends to be extraordinary.

"If you're the Eye of Destiny, you can read the ancient language."

"How can anyone who doesn't even speak the language of the Empire interpret the Ancients?"

"Of course I'm joking. Where can one interpret the lost language, the ancient language?"

"Anti-Gazogle for the rest of my life. Noto, I sleep here. (Noto, bitter for a lifetime family, sleeps here.)"

"Yes?"

Tourba and others dreaded their eyes as they protruded out of nowhere.

I pointed to the slate with a clear smile.

"Are you an idiot? Take it easy."

The tombstone on which the trust is written is not a dog horn.

This was just a tombstone.

Moreover, I don't feel any divine power.

'This impostor.'

I also wanted to take a good look.

I can read ancient language.

No-one can read it now, but in a decade's time, the words of the living ancient language appeared.

"Mina. '

Mina was able to read the ancient language as soon as she moved to the next dimension.

She allowed me to interpret the lines of the ancient language that had been neglected, and others could learn the ancient language.

Of course, it was very difficult, so few people learned it.

'There were only three people who learned the ancient language right before I died.'

John, the eldest son of the Crown Prince and Duke Dubled, and I.

I shake my head in the air and look at Turba.

'It's also a lie that you excavated in the old plateau in the first place.'

The only ancient nation to build a tombstone for the dead was Kalissis.

Kalissis is a country opposite the old plateau, and does not believe in the god Neriad. It is an area where trust can never come down.

'How big is that man's liver?'

I should have thought I'd never be seen. That guy probably didn't know who I was.

The garbage rushed to me.

"Do you know how to read ancient language?"

"Are you sure it says that? Yes?"

They wiped me on both sides.

I bought it with 100 million francs, and it's just a monument.

I nod.

Then Turba's face panicked.

"What, what nonsense!"

He quickly shook his hand and excused himself for the Duke.

"No, this is a slate on which the trust is written. Sacrament! How can a child read an ancient language like this?"

Turba, who was sharply staring at me, said, "A child who lies is punished!" I hurt myself.

North, who came to me one day, bent one knee and asked me for a glance.

"Do you really know how to read ancient language?"

"Uh-huh."

"How? Did you learn?"

I knew these questions would come, and I was prepared!

I tilted my head and said,

"You look like shit."

I said, "How do you know how to read ancient language?" '

Everyone was flattered, but I was just persuaded.

That's when I learned that the title "The Child of Destiny" is used for this.

I'm in the middle of a killing spree, and Turba says, "Lie!" I shouted.

Then he made excuses for the cowardly.

"For me, there is a way to prove that this is a slate of faith. But you're different. How will you prove that you know how to read ancient languages?"

One of you, Duke Dubois, said, "Hmm..." and silenced.

Obviously, it was Turba who brought the Divine Power Emotion.

'It must have been a manipulation.'

People couldn't take it easy, and Turba smiled and shrugged with both hands.

"After history began, the emperor of the founding empire was the only one who knew how to speak ancient languages."

It was then.

I stretched my index finger and pointed to the tapestry that embroidered the Ancient Fish on the back of the Duke.

"The one who snatches the yoke, take it upon himself. (Blessed is he who bears the mission.)"

"……!"

Everyone's gaze was focused on me.

North takes a breath, and the spines scream without a sound, stopping his mouth. The Duke rarely looks at me with his eyes widened.

And I wedged the last one.

"Phid Ennis Semen Khalid. (Fried Enniss Shaman Carliard.)"

Speaking of the name embroidered at the end of the tapestry, the Duke squeezed the armrest of the chair tightly.

"Name of the Founding Emperor……."

People stared at me with dismay at his murmurings.

"A real name?!"

"That's the name of Fried I!"

The Middlename "Shaman" was evidence of the blood of some tribe.

The tribe, which is called the creature of the evil god, is now forbidden to even mention it.

The Emperor of the Empire erased his full name from all records to hide the Emperor's false blood line.

At the moment, only the Emperor and very few people knew his real name. And very few of them would, of course, also include the Duke of Dublin.

'Different in the future.'

Mina once told me the true name of the Founding Emperor engraved on that tapestry on a public statue.

Until now, Mina had not even known what to do with the beautiful Emperor who died.

So I read the name of the founding emperor embroidered in the tapestry as proof that I can really read the ancient language.

North burst into laughter.

"You have no choice but to believe this."

The thorns swallowed the dry saliva and grabbed the forehead.

"How ridiculous..."

"Are you a child of destiny?"

"I thought it was a little clever, but I didn't think it would be this great....."

Everyone was flattered.

I smiled in my heart and looked at Tourba.

How are you going to make excuses now? '

It would be advantageous to just talk about it.

Turba couldn't open his mouth as easily as he expected and threw it away.

As he shook his hands less with a bluish face, he immediately shouted.

"I came up to this place as one of the gods!"

Stupid.

What if there's a god out here?

I shake my head, and the Duke spills the truth.

"I asked him for a reason, and he's lucky to have a problem he can't answer."

"Well, that....."

I shook my head in a fist.

'Just give it up, it's over.'

The Duke may have been suspicious of what he did in the first place, as if he didn't care much.

He stirs up slowly.

"I guess I've been pretty busy lately."

"…… Yes?"

"When you see it crawling up to the flying bugs. North."

North bows his head to the Duke's call.

"Yes."

"Bring this God's overflowing target to Oxa."

Nolan Turba said, "Go to the blue face, sir!" I shouted. The Duke looked at him like that and said in a dry turn.

"Bring me a definite answer to that slate. Split the ship and see if there's a good faith in it."

And North said, "Yes." I said.

Turba's face turned pale.