Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 168

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:05:15 PM

A woman appeared with the sound of crunching, crunching, and leaves shaking.

A woman with red hair and a suit, sitting next to Jean at the mobile gate earlier. She glanced, glanced, and glanced around among the branches, then jumped with a big smile.

"The youngest! Jin! Hehe, hehehehe, hehe!"

an exuberant

Jonah has been hovering around him since yesterday when Jin visited the Empire of Con. Jean also knew she was nearby, using the inside of the eye.

There was no prior consultation, but the siblings were beaten.

"It was so hard pretending not to know!"

"Me too. How are you? Sister, what kind of disguise did you make? The red hair was probably stained with blood, you were frightened at the mobile door."

"You said you'd die if your father caught you seeing me, Oul. So I dyed it my favorite color. Fix your face with make-up, hehehe."

"Well... ...I don't know what your favorite color has to do with it."

The remark reminded me of a warning I had been trying to put aside.

You warned me through Gilly. In a way, stop thinking about using Jonah.

"Do not use Jonah, the warning of Zion, which came with the black-lighted.

But this time, I wanted to close my eyes and use Jonah's ability. It's not going to kill Bubar, it's just a light request to eavesdrop on the story.….

'If my father noticed, this would be okay.…?'

If you don't get caught, that's all.

And even if it gets caught, if the busts of Zion containing the sculptor's artistic spirit are laid to rest.

'What kind of complacency am I? If my father was a great man to forgive me for that, my family wouldn't be like that. Never get caught, never.'

"Don't worry! He said he'd keep it a secret. And I've been keeping my senses up, and no one's coming after us.”

"That's a relief. I've been checking all along."

"By the way, what brings you to me this time?”

"Half-and-half. Just half the heart you missed your sister, half the intention of doing a little favor. By the way, look at this."

"What is it?"

Jean took out a small glass bottle of unidentified black liquid from her bosom. Then I opened the lid and drank it in one gulp.

"K. I'm using it well. You have to show what you got as a gift like this.”

"Ahahahaha..."! So funny, Jin. It's the Black Moss Dog, which is quite hard to get. Did your colleagues save you?”

"Yes."

"I'll have to kill you, I guess. I can't believe you fed my brother that.”

"I asked you to save me."

"Be quiet, I don't like it anyway."

Jean shook her head as she looked at Jonah, her eyes twinkling. I thought I might really kill him if I found out that my colleagues poisoned me right after I woke up after drinking the Manchurian liquor.

"Hee, but it's good to see for yourself that the Manchurian is well soaked. I'm proud!"

Yona, who met after about two months, is still hard to catch a bell. However, Jin did not hate that of his sister anymore, nor felt sorry for her anymore.

Jonah wouldn't want to be sympathized with, no matter what her grotesque personality was derived from.

"So, what's the request?”

"I'm meeting a sculptor named Bubar Gaston from now on, and if you don't mind, please shut down what he says. Whether it's talking to yourself or talking to others."

"Simple, okay. Play with me after you're done.”

"I may have to wait and see for a few days, if you have time.”

The brothers and sisters chattered away and began to walk again. As I walked slowly for a couple of hours, I soon saw a detached house with the sign "Art Explosion."

It was a sculpture workshop of Bubar Gaston. A sculpture workshop, nestled on a low hill, was being colored by the sunset.

Dozens of large and small pieces were seen in front of the workshop, apparently lacking space inside. What's interesting is that each piece is so strong that you can feel aura from afar.

'Shocking. I feel this way as a stranger to sculpture, so artists deserve to fall into despair.'

When I approached and looked closely, it was even more so. The carving of life seemed to move at any moment, and the sculpture expressing the object was more three-dimensional than the real one.

But Jonah's eyes on the sculpture were extraordinary. Instead of being struck with admiration like Jean, she has a fierce look as if she had seen something ominous and unpleasant.

"Sister?"

"These pieces... ....”

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, it's all right. Uh... I'm a little embarrassed. This is made by the same kind as me. I can tell.”

"What? You're not my sister's type?"

Is it related to your sister's special power? The idea crossed my mind, but I didn't ask.

"That's interesting. Youngest, can you tell me how you got here?”

Jin, who had been pondering for a while, released information from Mato Baker to Jonah. She was as reliable a brother as Luna.

"Well, that's what happened...... a metamorphosis artist? This sculptor? I've been hit by you at a banquet at my house."

"I'm not sure yet. That's why I came here to see if I could find anything."

"First of all, I'll kill the spirit from now on. The youngest does what he has to do. Don't think strange even if I don't feel it."

at a pinch

As soon as the horse was finished, Jonah disappeared. Even if I opened my mind to the fullest, I could not feel Jonah's presence.

'If you've got the right spirit removed, you must be hiding between the pieces. More than that... ...the reaction is strange in many ways. Your sister's like Bubar?'

Worm, woof, woof!

First, I shook the bell on the door with all my might. As the sculptors of Curano often work underground, they were not aware of the guest's presence by tapping lightly on the door.

As I shook for a long time, I heard a thumping sound of footsteps from the inside. It was the sound of Bubar leading his heavy body up the stairs nervously.

Boom!

"What kind of...….”

It's him.

Unable to continue the backstabbing, Bubar was forced to stare at the camp for a while.

"Bubar Gaston, long time no see...….”

"Yeez! Where the hell is this place?"

And then a handful of salt is thrown out of his bosom.

Most of those looking for a workshop by his standards are "bad and dirty" guests, so salt is always ready.

From Bubar's point of view, Jean was the most unlucky of all.

Argh!

Yuck!

Of course, Jean did not get a single grain of the salt that Bubar had sprinkled on, and lightly turned around to avoid it.

"That's just too much. I came as a guest today."

"Customers freeze to death! I'm not taking customers like you!"

"Do you really have to come out like that? I'm as good as your benefactor.”

"Uh-eun-in? Eun-ee-in?"”

"If another brother or guardian had heard of the absurdity you had committed in the banquet hall, you would have been torn to pieces. Then you wouldn't have dreamed of making such a beautiful sculpture after that day."

"Shut up and died!"

Bam!

Bubar's fist hit Jin's philtrum.

"Hoo, stop it. Even if I'm a backup jockey, this isn't...….”

Two blows gave me a sense of breaking up. It was a sense of patience breaking in my head.

'Yes, the one who beats this guy might not have any doubts. No, but is this fearless or unlearned?'

The moment the third fist was about to fly in.

Boom! Chin hammered Bubar's head down with his fist.

"쿽!"

It is different from the banquet, which produced a plausible fight in its own way. Jin has since achieved remarkable growth and Bubar was still a clumsy five-star.

As soon as Bubar's legs were about to fall, Jean grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to fix his posture.

Someone else showed up inside the workshop.

"Bubar, why is it so noisy...... Jean, Confucius?"

"Sir Vishkel... ...?”

I never thought Vishkel would be in the 'art explosion' today.

"No, why is Confucius Jean here? Aren't you performing a preliminary jockey test?"

"That's."

"Vi, Mr. Vishkel! He humiliated me so much at the banquet, and then he came to me again and......! Argh! Please kill him!"

Then Vishkel's gaze touched the salt that fell on the floor. I could see Jin's philtrum and forehead slightly swollen.

'You disgusting fat bastard, you can't see what's going on.'

Vishkel swallows the horse and sighs low.

"......you'll have it in, Bubar. Apologize, who are you going to kill?"

"Why me!"

"If you didn't hit me first, I'll ask Prince Jean to apologize first. Do you have anything to say?"

Vishkel was singing delightfully at the sight of Bubar, whose forehead was crushed. As always, the stress of Boubar in recent years is enormous.

"Ugh. Still......I can't apologize!"

"Oh, yeah, I'll just apologize first. I'm sorry I hit you, Bubar."

As if Jean was not the same, he pushed Bubar and shook hands with Vishkel as he walked inside.

"Even this decent, cold-blooded human being is Kinselo....? The Seven-Coloured said Bubar was probably higher in rank than Vishkel, but I don't think so.'

And Vishkel doesn't seem to know Jonah's hiding around.

'Vischkel, eight-star, would have had a better mind than me. She'll take care of it.'

Vishkel, who shook his hand, shrugged.

"I'm sorry, Confucius Jean."

"No, I came here expecting this much. I should have endured more, but I'm rather sorry to have embarrassed Lord Vishkel."

"No. But, what's the matter with you...…?”

"I'm going to make a bust for my father, and all the sculptors on the streets of the workshop recommend Bubar. I was thinking about it until the end.

"Well, I see.”

"I have some past with him, but it's probably his father's bust. When I saw the pieces at the entrance of the workshop, I thought it was a good find. I was absolutely amazed by the works of Bubar."

Vishkel's eyes have become thinner.

"Prince Jean."

"Yes."

"I know Bubar's sculpting skills are better than anyone else. But that alone doesn't make any sense to me that the youngest Prince of Looncandel is so low-key."

"Oh... ...you think there must be something impure about it?”

"Yes, the Confucius I saw at the banquet was not a self-defeating figure for nothing. And if you needed Sir Siron's bust, you could have sent someone else here instead."

Jean nodded as if she had lost.

"You saw it exactly. Yes, I actually have some impure intentions. What I really wanted to see was not Bubar, but Lord Vishkel."

Jean looked at Vishkel, decorating her eyes quietly blazing.

Chapter end