Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 189

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:04:45 PM

The money was collected again and handed over to the water-tailed gentry. The Red-Ho people were too busy running away to watch the scene.

"Thank you, thank you. Human!"

Upon arriving at the Yucayuca market, when the water-tailed watermen with Qin explained it to their own people, representatives of the Dark Flame and the village thanked them.

"One day, sleep, go, man. Water-tailed people, parties, hot."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry and I have to go right away. See you next time."

"Eat this, and go!"

The water-tailed gentry rushed over to roast the fish. Twenty well-done fish disappeared like a crab.

"Oh, that's right. Dark flame, can you dye your hair?"

"Suddenly, dyeing, why?"

"Because I needed it."

"We can't, wait, wait, look. Golden snow, chromosomes, bring them in."

The gold snowmen of the general store descended through the secret passageway.

"Ah, man. Our dyeing is a bit expensive because of our good technology. It's no match for the cheap coloring of human beings, and the price starts at this point...….”

In the midst of the golden snowflake trying to rip it off, dark flames and water tails stepped up. When they told the Geumseolites that Jin had brought down the Jeokho tribe, the Geumseol people smiled.

"If that happened, I could do it for free. Ha, I wish I had seen those scumbags with my own eyes!"

Dyeing was quickly done.

After saying good-bye to them, Jin used a secret passageway to escape the land of the Sioux, as he did when he came.

* * *

On the last afternoon of May, 1797.

Qin was able to reach the southern island of the Empire of Belado.

'This town still remains.'

The unnamed island is a land that has become a playground for pirates as it is vaguely off the territorial waters of the Empire of Belado.

That's where Jin visited to take part in Cosmos's arena. Even though it was daytime, the streets were a mix of drug addicts, lunges and gambling-mad aristocrats, creating a bustling scene.

"Hahaha!"

A wretched man, who appeared to be an addict and homeless man, lingered near the camp with a grotesque laugh. These beggars were common in the harbour, mainly mercenaries who lost a lot of things after participating in the respective fields.

But this man, smiling faintly, was Jean's acquaintance. So Jean had no choice but to be glad and mournful to see him.

'It's Jet... crazy.

Jet.

He came here in advance about two months ago and mingled with the beggars of the harbor.

It was to act as a secret liaison. In a sense, he was a perfect beggar to the point where it was hard to tell the difference in progress from a little distance.

"Heehee hoo! Confucius there, give me a penny! Hooch!"

Zet, who came up pushing the other beggars, lifted the barrel.

There was a note in the barrel.

(How are you, Bill? Saeburi Inn No. 203. Three nails under the bed.)

After confirming the note and selecting a few fairy tales, the beggars behind Jet cheered. Whooooooooooooooo!

"Hi-hoo! Well, you'll be blessed!"

When Jet stepped down, the other beggars ran after him like a monk. He seemed to have been playing the role of a compassionate king.

'It's a good thing you did it. It's been a nasty one in my previous life.'

Smiling, I went to the Saeburi inn.

The owner, who was leaning against the chair, waved as the door opened.

"No room, let's go somewhere else."

"How are you, Bill?"

Then the owner gave me the key number 203.

As soon as I entered the room, I pushed the bed away, and tore off the board with three nails. Under the board was a thin red wooden board and a letter.

(Lord, long time no see. All the other colleagues arrived a month or two ago and settled in different inns.

They're all safe, and they don't even notice.

I'll let you know what we've got so far.

Kinselo's power is Anz's Magi Master Chukon Toldor, five eight-star estimated wizards, and five Assumed Baekrang warriors.

We cannot rule out the possibility that there are many other assassins, snipers and other powerful men in disguise.

No power to the jipple has been identified. It looks like he's about to show up on the day of the operation. However, it is highly likely that a talented person in disguise, like Kinselo, is already in place.

Operation commencing time is 10 p.m. on June 1st, with no changes. The location is the same as the gambling place in the abandoned house north of the island. The enclosed red wooden board is a ticket to the gambling house.

The places of escape after the operation are also the same for 1, 2 and 3.

On the back of the letter is the address of the inn where my colleagues are staying.

Oh, and Siris of the palace, with the consent of Sir Kashmir and Murakan, will participate in the operation. He's had a lot of intelligence, assassination, guerrilla experience, and he said it would help.

I'm returning to Tikan today, with the last time I delivered this note to Nari. I'll say hello to Gilly. Bless you, my lord!)

All the colleagues were staying at different inns. The move was aimed at not being seen as a suspicious group by the prospect of Gipple and Kinselo.

"One nine-star wizard, five eight-star wizards, five assault-grade white langs."….'

A suitable kingdom was a force to turn over.

'Jipple's side will get at least this much right. Tomorrow night the dirty, dirty pirate's playground will be the battlefield of the stars.'

Six months ago, it was well above what my colleagues had expected.

Therefore, an all-out war had no answer. Jean was stronger, but not yet enough to handle them all.

But if Jean hadn't grown up, she would have had to seriously rethink her operation.

Whether to carry out the operation or to fold and withdraw it was all up to Jin's choice. Jin kissed her six months ago to return quietly if she didn't show up at the gambling house.

Of course Jean had no intention of backing down.

'If you bring these people, that means the compass is the most important thing. I'll take it.'

The operation will be guerrillstyle anyway, so there will be no full-scale war with them.

Even if an all-out war continues.

Maybe it's worth fighting for. When eight or nine-star wizards or fighters went on all kinds of magic and techniques, it was only for a moment that the small island collapsed.

It's all about dying together. Not only the island but also all ships will be smashed, and a whirlpool will spread in the middle of the sea. Just as Luna wiped the uninhabited island of Beimant off the map with a single blow.

'And when the fight gets bigger, Looncandel and Beams will smell it, which is what Kinselo and Jipple are most concerned about.'

Neither Looncandel nor Beacon had yet clearly recognized the existence of the compass. If they knew, they should have already been firmly embedded on the island.

Bradamante and Sigmund.

Jean was only quietly grooming the two swords.

* * *

The next day, at six p.m. on the first day of June.

Jini visited a gambling house in the abandoned house north of the island. The rich golden hair dyed by the golden snow, colorful costumes, and thick makeup that makes two swords caught in the waist "false to the full."

It looked like a common hoodlum of a rich and stylish aristocrat.

'It's been quite a while since makeup became popular at the nobleman's ballroom, but I don't know why you're doing this.'

Her pores were clogged with thick powder and rouge. The face reflected in the mirror looks almost like a woman, but the musculoskeletal bone has developed, so it felt strange somewhere. It was the power of the special cosmetics for the Geumseoljok.

I think I need a disguise, but my friend is very fine, so she looks like a woman when she puts on a lot of makeup. Why don't you dress up as a woman instead of just dyeing your hair? No one would know!

That's a bit.

Anyway, make-up is a must! Our products are different from the poor techniques of humans, so if you just scoop them up and put them on, it's a pretty good production. Put this on your cheeks, this on your lips, this on your forehead, and this on your neck.

Unlike Jin, who felt awkward inside, those who gathered at the gambling house were busy looking at Jin regardless of other people.

I've never seen such a pretty Confucius, I want to hang out with him tonight, and if he's depressed after losing money, I'll lend him some.….

Outright voices were ringing in the ears. I've been in the spotlight for a long time, but it's been so noisy. Even men who have free tastes are openly showing interest.

"I've never seen you before, but when you come in, the gloomy gambling house is brightening up. Nice to meet you, I'm Zelia."

But as a black-haired woman approached, the murmur stopped in a moment. Zelia was a woman who appeared two weeks ago and quickly became a gambling house celebrity, whose real name was Siris Endorma.

At first Jean didn't recognize her. Not as much as the sculpture of Bubar, but the man-made face of the Vigung was also a tremendous object.

In that way, all of his colleagues were wearing the face of the palace. Except for Murakan, who has become a butterfly looncandel and is held in the arms of Siris.

"Here's the best marbles, Confucius. It's like a specialty. I don't think you know the rules, can I tell you?"

Jean gently pushed her away.

"It's all right."

"Well, I can't help it if you don't want to. But if you go to the bead board without knowing anything, you'll be robbed of everything, so go to the familiar side if you're used to it. A hole or a dice. When you think of me while playing, come to the marbles."

It meant that his colleagues gathered on the bead board, and the power of Jipple and Kinselo, who were disguised on the hole and dice boards, so he should look at them and come back.

"I'll do so.

"May it be not too late, because it's night."

To those gathered at the gambling table, Jellia sounded like a line playing tricks on Jean.

When Zelia left, people who were really flirting gathered one by one. Jean, ignoring them lightly, paced the slabs and dice, and took the enemies one by one into her eyes.

"Kinselo, even the Zipple put a lot of effort into it. Who knows that the jipple wizards of pride are waiting here disguised as gamblers.'

Zipple's wizards all seemed to be express as expected. As soon as I was looking for a face I knew, two giants in robes turned their eyes toward the camp.

A height close to three meters. Of course it's not the usual giant.

He was a white-eyed person.

They tilted their heads as if something was strange, and soon rose from their chairs and strode toward the camp.

"There, you. Can I talk to you for a moment?"

It was because of the energy of the Ming Dynasty.

'You're as much hidden as you can, did you feel it?'

Jean looked at them and replied:

"Oh, my God, aren't you a white heron? I didn't expect to see you guys on the gambling table!"

Chapter end