Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 375

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:00:03 PM

It was a woman who brought the message, and it was clearly weakened.

Nevertheless, the mischievous pranks of inferior fairies were no help.

Some fearless fairies did not recognize their opponents and attacked them recklessly. All such fairies were killed with their wings torn and their bodies exploded. It was fortunate that there were not many numbers.

Who are you?

Despite Sheila's question, the woman did not reveal her name.

Only the eyes hidden under the hood were shining lonesomely. The woman smelled of blood and ashes, as if she had just come from the battle.

I came to inform you of the message of solderlet.

The shadow told us?

The woman looked down at Sheila quietly. It meant to bite other fairies.

When the fairies stepped down, the woman opened her mouth again.

Don't forget your duty. And promise me, I'll leave you a story that you should never forget.

That was the message Solderlet left to Sheila and the fairies who followed him.

Is that all?

All of them.

Why should I obey that?

It may be the only hope that you will restore your honor and regain your original form. That's what he said.

Sheila's eyes grew bigger.

Solderlet knew everything that had happened to Sheila and the fairies. Even the fact that they met Heluram and turned into a miserable figure.

The woman turned back. He seemed to be leaving right away after the message was delivered message.

Where should we go?

Sheila asked. She was obviously having intense curiosity about the woman, and somehow could only ask where she was going.

The woman paused.

Where I didn't break.

The woman left the Wantaramo Forest at the end of the horse.

It was from then on.

Fairy, no. It's the fairy's descendants that started to make kawangju.

* * *

Jean and Valeria took their breaths and rose at the same time, just as the liquor awoke.

As soon as the two opened their eyes, they took up their weapons reflexively and looked around.

There was a black scene all over. Jin, a subspace made up of spirit, was immediately able to realize that this was the fourth tomb of Themeer.

"Inside the tomb."

When Jean was nabbed, Valeria also put down her cane. Cold sweat was running on the two people's foreheads.

"Inside the tomb? So what you just saw was just a record in the royals."

"I think so. "Now that the record in the Gaza Strip is finished, the seal on the tomb must have been lifted."

The road stretched straight ahead of Jean and Valeria. After a brief tour of the road, the two quickly reached the same conclusion.

"You were attacked by someone, this grave."

"The graves we've been to before were like this. From the fact that this is the fourth tomb, there have been at least four burials. It is also evidence that Jipple persistently visited and damaged Themeer's tomb. Maybe it wasn't a jipple, it was the Beement's.”

Two people began to walk.

It was a long road, but even after a long walk, I could not feel any animosity or energy peculiar to the guardians guarding the tombs from the darkness beyond.

"There seems to be no guardian."

I was relieved that the existence of the guardian might lead to an unbearable battle, but on the other hand, I was sorry.

The absence of a guardian means that there is a high possibility that nothing important will remain inside the tomb.

Buck. Buck. Buck....

Soon the two reached the end of the road.

There lay a huge sarcophagus where Themer lay.

The interior was empty and welcomed without a speck of dust. The cover was broken and debris fell nearby.

Jin first laid down the sarcophagus with a young flag.

"Nothing."

said Valeria, who looked inside the sarcophagus.

As she said, the only thing left in the fourth grave was an empty sarcophagus. There are no records of solderlet or legacy of the old Looncandel.

A momentary sense of despondency soared.

"You don't seem to have anything to gain from the grave. Still, there's an old Buddhist temple that I've seen through the kawangju, so it's not a harvest at all...... ahh!"

Jean went on to say something as if she had come up with something.

"Come to think of it, you're a record user, so this tomb itself is nothing short of a record. Isn't that right?"

It was.

For Valeria, this tomb was simply a repository of records. In some ways, it is easier to analyze than a recording device like a spirit bead.

"That's right."

"Can I check the records right away?"

"It's impossible now to read a thousand years ago with my record magic."

Valeria pulled a well-folded leather sack out of its lobster inner pocket.

"You can take the pieces here instead and go back. You'll find out as much as you can when the record magic improves.”

Like the archaeologist who discovered the ancient relics, Valeria carefully put the fragments in a sack. Jindo helped her pick up the debris.

"You don't have to put it all in. It was one thing anyway.”

A dagger was used to scrape together fragments of stone that formed the sarcophagus and corridor, and several blood stains that began to be seen. The blood was placed in an empty glass bottle.

"I'm so glad I brought you here.”

If she had not met Valeria before her fourth tomb, Jean would have had to return here without getting anything.

Valeria shrugged.

"I think this much should be enough. Let's go back now."

nodding gin

But there was a problem.

'How do I get back....what is it?'

Other Temer tombs that I have been to so far were different from the fourth here.

The first and second faced the guardian, looked at the records and the recording device, and naturally the subspace collapsed, leaving the tomb. The third was led by Leet himself.

But the fourth?

The only thing I could see as soon as I inhaled the glass was the empty space of eternity. There was no guardian or other information or phenomenon to guide them.

As Jean remained still, agonizingly, Valeria met him in the eye.

"... ...Jin Looncandel, no way. You don't know how to get back?”

"Well, well. Never done this before. Until now, the subspace had automatically collapsed after meeting the guardian or checking the records."

There was a moment of silence.

Jean felt embarrassed for no reason, but unexpectedly Valeria did not scold or laugh.

"Well, you can. This is not a normal place. Let's think about it together."

First, I went back the way I came.

I had already looked at it once before I reached the sarcophagus. At that time, there was no exit, and the results were the same.

"Shall we destroy the subspace itself?”

At Valeria's words, Jean shook her head this time.

"I think you'd better leave it as a last resort. When the subspace breaks down, the debris you pack may be affected and disappear. I can feel that the subspace spirit is connected very organically.”

"Oh, I think it's possible.”

"Let's just wait a little bit, Valeria. The power over this tomb in the seal of the Crown will not last forever, and when it is done, it will naturally return."

* * *

It was a great fortune for Jin that Jonah was following him.

The same was true of the fact that the space where she was waiting for the camp was the entrance to the Wantaramo Forest, that there were strangely dark clouds and untimely heavy rain.

Hoodie, hoodie......! Kureung!!

a heavy rain and thunderstorm dawn

Time passed quite differently from outside the grave. Three more hours have already passed outside since Qin entered Themeer's fourth tomb.

That meant that the additional support group of the Jipple, the Ghost, had arrived in the Wantaramo Forest.

The three ghosts who came to the forest.

But they were unable to enter without permission when they were told that Jean Luncandel was in the forest.

"......I think it was a mistake for only the three of us to come.”

"I heard the mana reaction of the three horsemen who went to the Wantaramo Forest was cut off, so I came here...There must be something in there. Seeing that Jonah Looncandel is here.”

Jonah Looncandel.

She was also known as a super-high risk figure among the specter. It was not just for the specter, but for all the wizards located at the top rank of the Zipple.

a man who should never be reckoned with

The sorceress of the specter never thought they would face Jonah in search of the Wantaramo forest.

"And it's raining like this. It's too much for the three of us to handle that woman."

In this rain, dealing with an assassin named Jonah Looncandel was an act of suicide, even if it was a ghost band.

"The captain was also very angry at Jonah Looncandel. I know the reason after facing it in person. It feels like his sword is already touching his neck."

Jonah was still humming at the spot where she killed the three-horsepower wizards. He was an assassin, but instead of hiding it, he stood in front of him like a gatekeeper.

Nevertheless, the specter were feeling intuitively. Unless you burn Jonah whole with Wantaramo Forest.

There's no chance of winning. It wasn't even likely that Jonah could be killed if he burned it with the woods.

Just blow up the forest, which is a public good, and the Jipple will lose a lot of money to take responsibility for it.

"Maybe there isn't much important inside the forest. It's possible that while Jonah Looncandel was just digging through the Wantaramo forest for fun, Mila asked for help, and naturally the three-horse tower wizards were wiped out.”

"Yona Looncandel could do that. Was there one report about her that didn't include the expression "completely insane"?”

"Should I just go back?"

The ghosts had been fixed their eyes on Jonah for a while, unable to do this or that.

Originally, they should have heard that there was a 'Jin Looncandel and the Record Wizard' inside the forest.

If that had been the case, not the three, but the entire waiting specter would have flocked. And even if only three of them had come, they would have fought Jonah, ready to die.

However, the three-horse tower wizards that should have delivered the letter with the news to their home had already become cold bodies three hours ago. Just to Jonah.

Therefore, the specter did not know what was going on inside the forest or who else was.

"Oh, my God, I can't judge.”

While the specter was torn apart, Jonah was thinking this in her heart.

'They're not here to kill the youngest, are they? No, it's probably not because the correspondence the dead guys were holding earlier didn't come through. Did he just bump into me while passing by? I'm not sure. Kill him or not? Kill him or not?"

Hi.

Jonah smiled and looked at the tree where the ghosts were hiding.

And at that moment, the specter had no choice but to make a judgment like this.

I think we should just go back.

Chapter end