Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 436

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:58:36 AM

The cold air spreading like a spider's web tied the spray fast. He tried to get out, but was helplessly tied up to avoid the sword of Talaris.

"큭..."...!

Within seconds the spray was trapped in a long stretch of ice-cold crystals, unable to move, and after a little longer it was only possible to roll its eyes in the ice.

It was because she was Talaris Endorma that could defeat a nine-star fighter so easily.

"Huh, it's hardened very nicely. Just wait in there calmly until it's cleared up. Don't try to commit suicide or commit suicide. You can't lift a finger in the first place."

Entering inside the Tikan with the spray behind him, Talaris once again thought about where he had seen him.

'Yes, about 30 years ago. It was the day I went to see Zion.'

One day about 30 years ago, Talaris once visited the secret residence of Siron.

There was only one reason why Talaris in those days sought Ciron.

an affair of honor

I couldn't even remember how many times I had applied for a duel. Until then, Talarias had been losing at least 100 times to Ciron.

Even after losing the day, I felt much more angry than usual.

Therefore, he continued to make a fuss even after the duel was over, hoping to see the end.

He had broken the secret dwelling of Zion, uttered all sorts of vulgarities to him, and shouted, "Let's keep fighting until one side dies."

"Uh... ..I haven't had such a dark history in a long time. At that time, I thought I would go crazy if I didn't do that.'

Although Vigung has never exceeded Looncandel's power in the past thousand years, it has often been a case for Vigungju to possess a higher level of military power than Looncandel's.

Talaris also challenged Ciron every day with that goal. I never succeeded.

At any rate, Ciron had given clemency to the riotous Talaris.

Talaris. Rather than aim to win me, I'd rather dream of a tragic turn over Looncandel.

For Ciron, Talarias was almost the only friend he had ever had, and there was no reason to kill him, because he was the one who could help the most if he was eroded by " Chaos."

But to some of the executioners of the time who watched it all, Talarias was a thorn in the side.

Not only was her profane attitude toward the public opinion, but also the rumours between the two that had spread like plague at that time. It was rumored that the theory could not cut Talarias because it felt sympathy.

'Oh, I remember at last. Lutton Ferman, it was definitely that name.'

Luton Ferman.

He was just beaten by Talaris and tied to coldness all over, and was the leader of the first team of executive engineers 30 years ago at a young age.

Lutton and other executive engineers at the time thought they had to deal with Talarias. That's what we thought was the way for the prestige of Zion and the authority of the family.

Naturally, Ciron never ordered to hit Talarius, but neither did the order not to hit him.

That was the trigger for the first group of executive engineers in Luton's group to attack Talarias.

' bigung, the chopping and sent to death, to get mixed up. without notice.'

Even then, Lutton and his crew were mostly nine-star, or nearby, powerful men, but could not be matched by Talaris. Especially within the palace.

Slashing and overpowering the executive knights, Talaris had thought their excessive loyalty was cute.

I also felt fortunate to have such a hot subordinate in a cold human being like Siron.

In other words, the rudeness committed by Lutton and his team members was not enough to hate.

Talaris has not told Siron about the deviation of the executive drivers, and they have challenged her every time (even though they all fight together).

Like Talaris did to Ciron.

Violent, pure and beastly bastards, Talaris had recognized Lutton and his crew as such.

As a result, I had a short relationship with some of them. Lutton was one of them.

With a smirk, the memory that began to come to mind clearly, Talaris burst into laughter.

Soon after, however, he had no choice but to think like this with a firm expression.

'You seem to have been living like a nameless woman, but why would a man so loyal be like that? Maybe the others who hit the island are also made up of deportees. I don't think Zion would have been like that.'

If the three tribes were destroyed neatly, they were destroyed, and it was not the way of the argument to make their faces look like that.

It wasn't so good that I couldn't forget, but I was a little sad and curious as I realized that I didn't hate them.

Whatever it is, it's Looncandel's business, so it's none of my business. But if possible, I'd like my son-in-law to absorb those honorable beasts.'

Whether Jean becomes the housekeeper of the Looncandel or the mistress of the palace. In the eyes of Talaris, as long as the gin absorbed well, the deportees would be a considerable force.

The deportees were those who could be an important cause for future senate strikes, even if not necessarily absorbed by electricity.

At first glance, the interior of the Tikan seemed to be in chaos.

The sky was darkly colored with ice and the spirit of Murakan, and below it was a mixture of stairs (the free city of Tikan is a tower-shaped structure) and a mana, causing an explosion.

However, the inside of the building was not damaged.

It was thanks to the largest power in the palace, the territory was small, and dragons were able to fly through the small territory and look at it in an instant.

Murakan and Quikantel flew between floors and took care of civilians who had not escaped.

The wild beasts were being stopped by Jin and Siris, the Vigung Seven Swords, the Tonya Brothers and Tikan's colleagues.

Talarias quickly toured all those floors on the ice of Manbing, empowering the seemingly needy side.

"My son-in-law, I've found out who these men are...….”

Talaris, who found Jean, approached him and opened his mouth. However, he stopped without finishing his words because he had never seen such a scene before.

Jean, who kills the sprayers, had an almost evil-looking face. The flesh and venom were so deep and so thick that even Talaris was astounded.

'This looks just like my father.'

As a young man, there was a glimpse of a poem that was lost and hated by his colleagues.

Perhaps more sensitive than that. No one among his colleagues has been confirmed to have suffered casualties.

Although not all of them were exiled as executive engineers, they were quite powerful. But Jean was cutting them down as easily as a leaf.

"You ripping shit, how dare you...…!”

What a shame!

Jean jerked her head around and looked at Talarias.

She belatedly felt her presence and caught the opposite sex, which had been buried in anger.

"Sorry, Mr. Talaris. I didn't hear you well. Please say that again."

"I said I'd found out who they were. The Looncandel deportees.”

"I thought it might be. There are only a limited number of organizations that can move these levels of mercenaries.….”

"Huh-huh. Some of them, including the one I faced outside, will be from the executive engineer. Before we kill them all, if Tikan's damage isn't great, then maybe we should have a conversation. They weren't so bad in my memory."

nodding gin

"I will, Mr. Talaris."

"You've just been a mad demon, but you've regained your composure."

Jean smiled embarrassedly at the remark.

"It was a mistake. I was mindful that this could happen, but it's not easy to control my anger because I'm confronted with it in person.”

What if Talaris were absent? What if Mott couldn't move dimensionally? What if he was in a position where he couldn't hear straight from Kashmir and Petro?

Such assumptions were angering Jean.

"On the way here, fortunately, there seems to be no other major damage. There was not a single casualty in sight once."

"Including civilians?"

"Yes. The buildings and facilities were pretty much damaged. Finish up and check the exact damage. I also recommend that you show a little mercy, because the Salss may be your swords because of their status as deportees."

"Thank you, Mr. Talaris."

"If you're grateful, marry my daughter quickly."

Jean didn't answer the question and just bowed her head.

On the night of talking to Jin and Siris at the palace, they kissed to ignore the talarisman's marriage.

[Jin]

Quikantel, who found Jean in the flight, called him down.

"Mr. Quikantel! Is everyone all right?”

There is no damage to the mansion. Thanks to you, Murakhan, and Vigung coming at once.]

At the words Jean swept her chest inward, and Quikantel and Talaris exchanged greetings with a wink.

[Thank you, 51st Bibongju.]

"Not at all. I've heard you've often had connections with your predecessors. I look forward to working with you, too.”

It was only half an hour after Jin, Murakan and Bigung's party arrived in Tikan that the terror was completely suppressed.

The spray that attacked Tikan was a total one. There were initially 20 confirmed by the Tonya brothers, as well as 50 others who entered from the other side.

And Talarias, who checked the scale, decided that even if they hadn't come in the first place, Tikan wouldn't have happened to them.

"The old men of your family seem to have sent only this man because they thought Quikantel was not here."

If it weren't for Quikantel, and if Jean hadn't come quickly. Enough was enough to destroy the Tikan completely.

Jean was captured alive and looked down at the sprayers who had been captured in the mansion.

It was all about Lutton Ferman, who was tied to the chill of Manbing, another executive engineer-turned-exporting man, and three regular sprayers.

The rest were all killed by Jean and her colleagues.

Jean asked three of them, looking at the regular spray.

"Are you also those who have been banished from Looncandel?"

"No."

"If the position had been the opposite, I would have been the same, so don't take it unjustly."

Squirt!

Jean took the three lives without mercy.

I didn't wield a sword in anger like before. They could not have hit their own land without such determination, so they just thought they had to pay.

What's left is two evictees of the executioner.

Jean's gaze at them was cold.

"I don't understand how you thought of touching this place as a refugee. Tell me what the elders promised you. Or, have even family members been taken hostage by those old men?"

"The whole family has been murdered for a long time. It was the very day we were banished. You asked me why I was being ordered by the elders on the subject of deportation, 12 jockeys?"

Lutton shook his head and continued his back talk.

"For revenge."

Chapter end