Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 172

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:05:09 PM

A few days have passed. Tikan's colleagues had held meetings day after day until mid-November 1796.

Artifacts exploring contractors.

I also guessed at the time of the Andrei war that such a thing could exist for Jipple. But when I heard the word "compass," I felt strange again.

"First of all, send the kid, the ice snack, and the Enya elsewhere. Contractors should leave Tikan until we retrieve the compass.”

That's how colleagues decided.

What will Jipple do before returning the compass to Kinselo?

We will try to hunt and secure as many contractors as possible. If they haven't produced an artifact similar to a compass.

And there's no more attractive hunting ground for Jipple than Tikan. Tikan was not a land of transcendent figures, with three contractors together and not belonging to a large force.

Jin's party has no idea how the compass works and how clearly they find the contractor.

But judging from the fact that she couldn't find Yuria and kidnapped Ratri instead, I can only infer that it's not perfect.

But what if even one compass points to Tikan's contractors?

For now, too much trouble will break out.

"Of course they can make similar things after they return the compass. But I've never heard of Artifact in my life looking for God's contractor, it's impossible unless it's the God of Sculpture."

Murakhan and Quikantel regarded Boubar as not just a contractor, but as the reincarnation or reincarnation of Well.

"Even if later Jipple produces artifacts of similar function, it will certainly be less functional than Bubar's compass. It may be dangerous then, but it's likely now that they have a real compass when they're going all out to hunt contractors."

That's why my colleagues decided to send Jean, Enya and Yuria outside Tikan for now.

"Enya, Yuria, and Alisa should ask the palace for protection. The only place that Zipple can't touch is Vigung, even if it's discovered on the compass."

Enya's brother Pinte, old dog Poopy and Ratri were all scheduled to head to the palace.

Murakan, Gilly, Kashmir and Jet decided to stay in Tikan.

Kashmir looked calm, though he was about to say goodbye to his wife and daughter for the time being.

Who in the world would want to be separated from his beloved family? But the daughter's life was at stake, and furthermore the fate of Tikan was at stake.

Above all, you needed to be extra careful because you had already been nominated by Jipple.

"What if the palace refuses our request?”

Murakan shook his head at Gilly's question.

"It can't be the tragic lord. Rather, you'll think it's a golden opportunity to properly debt your son-in-law, strawberry pie."

"Well, what a son-in-law...... Is that really so?"

"I'll tell you what. If you fail, I'll try to coax you. She seems quite interested in me, too. How many times I've heard of a handsome brother in Colon.”

Murakan glanced at Gilly, saying so.

No, I looked so blatantly that everyone in the conference room felt it. The look of wanting Gilly to show his jealousy.

Gilly, however, did not respond, only sighing anxiously. It was a far cry from being jealous of Murakan.

"Well, um... ..don't worry too much, anyway."

"I'll trust you, Murakan. Sigh, that's what it's supposed to be, the nanny of the backup rider, with Orser. There's nothing I can do this time either...….”

Murakan shook his head again at the remark.

"You are full of yourself, Strawberry pie."

"By the way, where is Confucius Jean going?”

When Kashmir broke the rapidly awkward atmosphere, everyone's eyes were focused on Jin.

"Oh, the kid has a separate place to go. It's where I thought I'd let it go, even if it wasn't this one, and should I say it was just the right time."

"Is there anywhere else that's as safe as it is?"

Murakhan shrugged his shoulders with a significant expression.

"When it comes to the pursuit of the Giffle, there's no safer place in the world than that. It's not a compass, it's something greater than that, but it's a land you'll never find. You can't go in there even if God comes down."

After returning from Hawthorne, Jin was known as a space where he was tipped off in advance.

"Why can't you send Enya and ice cookies there, everyone. But I can't help it. It is a land reserved only for Solderlet's contractors, especially the Looncandel Magistrates. For now, it's a place no one can go but Jean, a thousand-year contractor."

"So where is it, man?"

Quicantel frowned.

"Land of the Ming Dynasty."

"If you're a Ming dynasty...It's been more than half a million years since it was destroyed.”

There are various species of water in the world.

Across the southern border of the Kingdom of 쟌, the land of the Sioux began there.

There are peaceful tribes such as the water-tailed tribe, which is so weak and good that you wonder how they survived, or the Geumseol tribe, which resembles a mouse and is named after gold.

There are also the Myoin people who live in their own small areas while staying away from other tribes, and the Baengnang and Jeokho people whose members are all warriors.

Now, any 'war tribe' conjures up the Baengnang and the Jeokho tribe.

It was the Ming Dynasty who conquered the land of the Sioux with overwhelming force before them.

Half a thousand years after their fall, even the relevant feed is hard to find, but not all history has been completely lost.

Even now, countless scholars have tried to uncover the secrets of the Ming Dynasty.

It was because the Ming Dynasty, which enjoyed such a powerful power, suddenly disappeared from the past half a thousand years ago.

"Where and how did the Ming Dynasty land remain?”

"It's still in the Mitra Great Membrane. It only explains the extent to which there was a contract between Soldert and the Ming Dynasty. I can't tell you the details. Anyway, Jean will go there."

His colleagues were agitated by the word "Mitra's Great Membrane."

"Isn't it too dangerous? Maybe the whole Baenglangs are tied up with Kinselo. Besides, the Mitra Great Membrane......that's where native watermen get lost.”

"It's dangerous, but it's where the kid has to go a few times anyway. It's a land where he holds a rite of passage to become a real maggots. And since the little face hasn't been sold to Kinselo yet, it won't be a problem."

Colleagues' eyes naturally reached Jean.

Jean has a look of no hesitation, as always. So colleagues thought there was no need to talk more about Katabuta.

"It's next May, when my colleagues get together again. If we get together from Tikan, we'll meet at the Bella Empire, because Jipple and Kinselo might be suspicious when they do their follow-up. By the end of May, all of our colleagues must gather to fight the compass."

Since then, his colleagues have worked out a plan on how to proceed with the operation to take the compass for a while and kissed on various small issues.

The palace accepted Gilly's request easily enough to overshadow his worries.

As soon as Murakan went to Manji Island, Talaris, who was in a mot, came to meet him himself. What happened to my son-in-law?

"Not a big deal, though I'm off to take a test."

"Huh, what kind of test is it?"

"Secret. Anyway, we'll have our kids out in three days. Say hello to your daughter, too.”

At night, a party was held to console the brief farewell. After today, Tikan's mansion will be quiet for a while.

* * *

the southern frontier of the 쟌 kingdom

It felt new to visit this place where I had my first mission as a cadet.

How are the youngest division doing?'

Suddenly, I remembered my men who were being trained as intermediate cadets. When they returned to the Sword Garden, they were also excited about what they would look like.

A big bag on a traveler's robe. The bag contained dried food and water, blankets and some herbs, travel artifacts, and salt.

It's the mitral membrane.'

The huge desert, devouring the heart of the Sui people's land, was one of the hinterlands where even veteran adventurers who were adventurous and challenged did not easily challenge it.

There is no golden island left by the Ming Dynasty, no lost old civilization, or resources of mystery. Not only adventurers but also renowned research institutes from around the world have long proved it.

For some time, numerous adventurers followed myths, legends and myths to the Mitra Great Barrier, but the results were always devastating.

The majority of adventurers failed to overcome Mitra's heat and caprice and eventually became the nourishment of the desert, and those who succeeded in crossing the line had to face the fact that all the stories involved in Mitra were false.

Even strong figures like the Baengnang and Jeokho people thought crossing the Mitra Great Barrier was a suicide attempt.

"There, why, Ghana. Small, human?"

"By any chance. A broken heart. Did you? So, do you want to die? Sometimes, there is. Such, stupid, human."

It was no wonder, therefore, that the water-tailed floodgates, who had encountered each other in a long time and by chance, asked Jin this question.

"What kind of performance is it? I'm just going. And you guys are smaller than me."

Water-tailed watermen kicked their tongues and shook their heads.

"Oh, and you guys. Do you happen to know anything about the water-tailed gentry who lived in that village about two years ago? I think it was a village about a couple of hours' walk west of here."

"Uh, there, Burak, us."

"Really? That means it was you."

Jean grinned and looked down at the water tails. The water-tailed people who lived in the village were the ones who distributed roasted fish to the beggars and cadets during the Sember Bill rescue mission.

Human missing? We don't know, water-tailed, nice. You guys, you suck. Fish. Eat it. It's a present.

Yeah, yeah. I know. Thank you. It's cooked well. I'll return your favor next time.

Flutter, flutter.

Jean searched in his arms and picked up a handful of gold and jewels.

"Now you're paying for the fish you ate then. Take it and use it to trade with humans or people."

"Oh, then, you?!”

One of the water-tailed gentry recognized the gin. Jin and the youngest division are the only humans who have taken fish from their villages in recent years.

"This, too much, too!"

"It's okay, you won't have to spend money in the desert."

"Self-suicide, of course!”

"No, I'm not. Anyway, I'm going to go now. See you again sometime."

As soon as I'm about to walk away.

The water-tailed clasped Jean's belt.

"Sure, go, go?"

"Yes."

"Surely?"

"Surely."

"Su-su, land. Now, Red-Ho people, misbehavior, severe. We, going, road, use it. Just, go, quarrel, get caught, for nothing."

The water-tailed gentry were good people who always paid money when they didn't have to.

Chapter end