Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 348

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:00:41 PM

"By using the recording technique?"

"Yes, I'm not sure I'll find it sooner than you, but I'm sure I can find it more covertly.”

"Good to hear that."

At present, Jin could not put enough manpower into the search for the Myoin people.

Because now I have too much eyes to see him.

Not only the family, but also other forces, including Zipple, were watching Jin and his forces.

After the cosmetics business began, and Jin fought with the specter.

Everyone's interest in Jin has soared.

Of course, it was the same, but many of the forces that control the world have recently been feeling the unusual flow of air between Looncandel and Zipple.

The fact that there is a gin at the center, not a theory or a Kellyak.

Therefore, if too much manpower was invested in the search for the tomb, it was more likely to be caught in the Jipple's detection network.

Above all, they owe Jean a debt to pay back.

"The horse told me to cooperate more actively, but seeing you execute it so straight away. I think you just realized that you need me.”

Valeria looked up at Jean.

"Let's just say it's because I've built a little trust, as you said."

She was now feeling intense curiosity about a human being named Jin.

Perhaps the arrangement left by the Hister's forefathers, and a man who had memories of his one-year-old years, and had once died.

What the hell? Does he know he's dead once?'

To say that, Jin's past achievements were too drastic.

"Since his days as a backup jockey, Jean Looncandel has been moving like a human being who has no regrets about life. It's no wonder he's been dead dozens of times just by what he's known outside.'

Do you have any faith, or are you just a tough person?

I hoped for the former. Now that we have a cooperative relationship, it is difficult for Jean to die early.

'When Jean Looncandel dies, I have a hunch that I will never get my history back again...….'

I felt strange.

"Aria Outhart."

"Why?"

"I'd like to talk to you again about the recording device, as it seems to have been arranged.”

Chin said, putting down the spirit beads on the table.

"You were sure this wasn't something Soldier made. You said it was made of spirit. I'd like to know on what grounds you made that judgment."

"Where did you get this spirit bead?"

"Second-term family member, raiding Joshua's secret villa."

Jean explained to Valeria what she had been through that day.

The fact that he was attacked to save his colleague's guardian dragon, but encountered an unexpected horse race, and killed him to obtain a bead.

"Rontelgius, the Four Peacocks of the Horse. That explains it roughly.”

"You know everything. I only knew dragons among my colleagues."

Valeria had confirmed the name at the Hister's place of battle.

"The reason I said the device wasn't Soldert's is because of its signature vicious horse. And I don't know if you know this, but among those unrelated to Soldert, there's someone who can use Young-ki."

[Witch, that's what he did.]

What Sarah Looncandel, the guardian of the second tomb, said came to mind.

I couldn't ask because I couldn't talk to Sarah anymore. She had apparently said Helluram could also use Young-ki.

"Do you mean the witch Heluram?"

"You know all sorts of things. Yes, the recorder is probably a witch's thing. If it's not her, there's no such magic in the beads. Rontelgius was a close associate of Orgal king of the Masu, and Orgal was Heluram's lover, so the mana you killed was holding the bead."

Witch Heluram. In Jean's previous life, Valeria had met her in person.

'My teacher told me he met Heluram when he was twenty and twenty-five.'

So Jean wasn't very surprised when Quicantel informed his colleagues that Helluram was a "personal." It was because it was something that Valeria had already heard before her return.

"I'm not sure yet whether this is the horse's or Joshua's.”

"If the recording device is the object of the second Looncandel, your big brother is likely to have something to do with the witch Heluram."

a prophet

Jean, who recalled his presence, nodded.

Maybe the prophet Joshua has is Heluram.'

It was not too late to tell Valeria about it after more solid information was available.

It was a great harvest just to have a cooperative relationship with her right now.

"What about the recorder? It has nothing to do with solderlet, so are you going to leave it to me, too?"

"I'll do that. And, by any chance, can you read some of the Ma's language?"

"To identify the paper and the madoccer obtained in the killing of the Rontelgius' mana?"

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, I don't know any of the language of the Ma tribe. I'm not all-around either."

Valeria packed her robe hanging by the bedside.

Then he burst into a giggle after confirming that Latri's cookies were still left in the lobes.

"I've got to get going. I'll have to look at the recorders you gave me, and I'll have to look for the gravelings, so I can't open my eyes for a while."

"Is the broken recorder of the first solderlet still not making progress?"

"It takes a lot of time, so please understand. I want to finish as soon as I can and get half of my ancestors' magic books."

Unlike the first meeting, Jin asked for a handshake first this time. Valeria held the hand together without agonizing.

"Be careful. Aria Outhart."

"You too."

* * *

August 20, 1799.

Two months have passed since Qin returned to his family.

The cosmetics business started advertising again shortly after the small number of people were rescued, and as a result.

Jean, Looncandel, and Vigung were literally making a fortune.

The high-end product line, Geumseol, and Eunseol, both low-end products, sold like hot cakes and quickly occupied the global cosmetics market.

Of course, Rutero could no longer advertise in the magic federation.

But word-of-mouth had a terrible power.

The Rutero Magical Union aristocrats bought gold-snow cosmetics from underground markets, paying more than several times as much as several times as much.

The fact that Looncandel made so much money meant that the wealth of Jipple was leaking.

Elders could no longer feel sorry for Jin's cosmetics business, and Telot was very satisfied with the idea that his judgment was right.

There was a man who was deeply dissatisfied with the great success of Geumseoljok cosmetics and hurt his pride.

"Uh, you can't do this! You can't be!"

Bubar Gaston.

He was recently losing his job and hobby.

"What the hell is a cosmetic, a bunch of unbecoming people who don't know this Bubar art soul? I can't admit that my transformation is lagging behind cosmetics.…!”

This is because the special product at the top of the goldfish, "Oksul," has been sold out day after day, along with Geumseol and Eunseol.

Okseol's main customer base was assassins, high-level troupes and spies.

Most of the customers who have been asking for a transformation procedure from Bubar were leaving at a rapid pace, as it would be effective to change into someone else by simply dipping it in roughly.

"... ...please shut up, Bubar Gaston."

For days already, Vishkel had been listening to the whining of Bubar for more than five hours a day.

My mind seemed to diverge.

Ever since I got to know this disgusting human being, I can't count my patience. It was especially hard to bear these days.

'So I want to achieve a great job and wring this bastard's neck. No, it's not enough. Cutting out the whole body alive...….'

The eyes of Vishkel, who had a wild imagination, were hollowed out.

"Gin Looncandel! Nothing has happened since I met him! What's so great about those make-up cosmetics? Mr. Vishkel, please get me some stuff. I'll have to see it myself.

"......I've told you so many times, but the top of the goldfish doesn't sell that jade or whatever disguise to anyone. You can't buy Kinselo or Gipple at all."

"You can save it if you send out some underclassmen whose identities are not exposed!"”

"Such a dog, hoo. Such a low-ranking member of the troupe never gives an opponent in the first place." How many times do you have to explain, Bubar?"

"Ahh! No, I can't stand it. You know that, don' I don't know anything else, but I can't allow the artistic spirit to get hurt!"

"What does your art soul have to do with their cosmetics being sold well?"

"There is. I feel like I lost. Oh, I'm so angry that my head is going to explode. ID Vishkel, I think I'll have to eat something sweet. Please buy me one sweet potato croquet."

Vishkel momentarily reached out to his waist.

If he had regained his reason for a second late, he would have cut Bubar's throat by pulling out the sword.

It would have been a very happy ending for a Vishkel individual.

"For the patient, for the great, for the great...….'

Vishkel's hands were shaking.

Despite barely getting himself together, Bubar didn't stop his daily speech, even splashing saliva on Vishkel's crisp blue coat.

"Sweet potato... ...the croquet......I'll get it. Calm down....Stay."

I felt like I was going to lose hair due to stress.

Aah! I wanted to scream, but I couldn't because I thought Bubar would go crazy with a crab bite and start hurting himself.

"Orbany, Mr. Bubar."

Margiela in a wheelchair entered the room.

"Margiela."

"Miss Margiela! Listen to me!"

"Haha, I've heard everything you two are talking about outside. Mr. Boubar deserved to be upset."

"As expected, Miss Margiela understands my mind!"

"Yes, Mr. Bubar is our friend!"

As Margiela entered, Bubar immediately appeared to ease his anger.

"Then, Miss Margiela, will you save the cosmetics of their jade?"

"Mr. Bubar, I wish I could save you. Wouldn't there be an order in everything? We have to go step by step."

"But I can't stand it anymore. At this rate, I'm really going to die.”

"I know, I know. I can't let my friend die. I'll go see Lord Jin."

"Ik, that unlucky man? No, I'm sure she'll be beating Miss Margiela."

"At last I have a debt to pay, so I won't. Well, brother. Why don't you take Uncle Veract and visit the Sword Garden?"

Chapter end