Chapter 115

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Chapter 115 Mmm, thats right. It says right there, Luspel Castle. Youve worked hard. Yes, yes. Thank you, my lord. Thats enough, you may leave now. Yes! Thank you very mu Thud. Gurk. To the underworld. The sword that brushed past lightly grazed the throat and drew out a fountain of blood. Logan closed the glaring eyes of the man who looked at him with resentment and threw the bushy mans body into the forest. He had kept him alive at least three days longer than his comrades who had died earlier; it was mercy enough. The waste of life, may you become fodder for the forest. Of course, the animals would probably tear it to pieces first. Logan turned and walked away down the mountain without looking back. *** A merchant from Grandia? What brings a merchant here? Ha ha. You see, I took a wrong turn. I was supposed to head to Luspelheim and Ugh. If you ended up here trying to get to Luspel, youre completely directionally challenged, arent you? Are you really a merchant? In fact, I had a guide, but he suddenly turned into a robber, and well I killed them all. Swallowing the lethal truth, he trailed off, but showing the soldier his completely empty traveling bag elicited a pitying nod. Heh heh, poor thing. Tsk tsk. Well, its a humble place, but rest here before moving on. Things are cheap, so if you have a bit of spending money you could stay a few days. He was a kind one. Except, a good Imperial is a dead Imperial. Luckily for the soldier, Logan was not here this time for war. Logan expressed his gratitude to the non-identity-checking soldier and entered the castle. Despite being a country fortress he had never heard of in his previous life, it was several times larger than old MacLaines. It wasnt built simply for strategic purposes, but rather as a lifestyle-oriented castle where plenty of people could live. Feeling the difference from the kingdom even from this remote fortress, Logans taste soured already. He wandered around and eventually found an inn along the main road. Creak. Welcome! Innkeeper, a mug of beer and a room. Ill be staying for a while. Ping, a gold coin of 10 gold flashed, and the innkeepers face lit up as he took it. A spectacle that would have made the soldier who had seen the empty bag frown. Fortunately, the innkeeper was not that soldier. But your accent isnt from around here. Where are you from? Im from Grandia. Ended up here by mistake. Tsk tsk. Well, we have everything here too, so take your time looking for anything you might want to buy. Seems like youve got nothing worth selling, though. Thank you, innkeeper. While Im here, could you tell me about the area? Another gold coin quickly disappeared into the innkeepers hand as he opened his mouth with a smile. An hour later. A mage? Are you saying theres a mage here? Thats what Im saying, buddy. At first, I thought he was a weird one, but the lord showed him great hospitality. They say hes a rare mage? Before long, the innkeeper had loosened his tongue and laid out everything about the target comfortably. Hoping to hear some information, he was sucked into a full-blown gossip session over beers with the affable innkeeper. Thanks to that, Logan swiftly memorized the names of dozens of people in the domain. Fortunately, it seemed his target was among them.New novel chapters are published on Cough. If there is a mage, perhaps he would buy my goods too. Chern Kraune? That person no, thats not it. Where could I find them? Krou, that is. Youre young but such a poor memory for a merchant? Tch tch. Ill explain, so listen carefully. After cross-checking Noxs information, Chern Krous location was secured. It seems hes not using the name Kraune. Logan didnt even check the room and, with his bundle in hand, left the inn. He probably would never return to this inn again. Is anyone there? Thump! Thump! Anyone there?! Thump! Thump! In that instant, Logan couldnt help but flinch instinctively. The Orbs of Slaughter?! What made the mage Kraune most famous were his mass-produced low-tier artifacts, but regarding combat, it was exactly these spherical chunks of metal. Orbs that automatically shielded and repelled enemies around Kraune, an integrated offensive and defensive artifact. Though the Slaughter Mage was said to be weaker in combat compared to his peers, those cursed objects enabled unmatched firepower for killing lesser people. As far as Logan remembered, he wouldnt sell those artifacts to anyone. No, no, thats premature. They shouldnt be that level yet. Logan forcibly settled his flinch and smiled. Isnt that quite an unwelcoming treat for a guest from afar, Mage? Guest? Who enters by breaking down the door?! Well, I had to since the homeowner wouldnt meet otherwise. Here, Ill compensate for the door. I apologize. Clank. He tossed a pouch full of gold coins, and, with a wary gaze, the wizard cautiously opened it. Seeing the heap of gold inside, he widened his eyes in surprise. Hmm. You seem to have some money, Guest? Plenty. Then perhaps we can talk. The grumpy wizard led Logan into his study. Scribble. Here, here. Its not often guests come, so the tea is to my taste, but it should be fine. Now, why were you looking for me? Not familiar with honorifics. Despite the common language of the continent. Irritation bubbled up again, but compared to before, it was manageable. Logan transformed his anger into a grin. Ive heard rumors of the wizard and came to propose to recruit you. At those words, the mage paused. Rumors? What rumors? He seemed more fixated on the rumors rather than the recruitment offer. His expression even hardened as though something hit a nerve. This bastard must have committed many sins. No, that cant be true. It was just prejudgment from the anger of his past life. Logan tried to think positively. Ive heard youre a master of artifacts. Just looking at those items around you, I can tell. Ho ho. Where did you hear such a rumor? Ive come from quite far. It sounded like he had fled from a far place. Logan maintained the twitching corners of his mouth while speaking as gently as possible. I was looking for a skilled mage, and the information guild told me about you. I cant say the name of that guild, though. Sharing that bit of truth caused the mans face to harden even more. Information guild? Which one? His eyes even held a malicious glint. It was hard to pass it off as a misunderstanding. Uh-huh. Looking to recruit, but you seem unconcerned. What would you do if you knew the guild? Ah. Thats naturally, selling and buying my information would concern me. All Ive heard is that a mage good at making artifacts showed up in the Luspel domain. Hmm. Is it not your real name? If its someone shady, Id have a problem too. Noxs current name for him was Chern Krou. But in the past life, it was Kraune Ranfield. Which one was the real name, if either, Logan wasnt sure. Dont joke! Ive lived a very honorable life! The more he flared up, the more it seemed like he was admitting to shameless deeds. Ability aside, if his character is trash and he could backstab at any moment, it would be better to deal with him here. The floating metal bodies wrongly presumed Orbs of Slaughter were properly assessed to be only up to class 3 artifacts, made by a mage of class 5, not a superhuman. He could handle this easily if he decided to. A cold light briefly flickered in Logans calculating eyes. Time to verify. By any chance, do you recognize the name Kraune? In that instant, from the floating metal chunks, red light beams shot out without warning.

Chapter 115

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