Chapter 128: Too Much to Refuse

Chapter 128: Too Much to Refuse

“I’m sorry.”

Peter first bowed his head

“I forgot that I was a member of the organization and only burned with revenge.”

“Right. You’re good at talking.”

Lucion was sarcastic.

“Or should I say that I’m glad that you didn’t die?”

“The pursuers... I got stuck with them.”

“So what?”

“I was afraid that I would be a nuisance to the organization, and that my brother would be cursed again, so I had to be a dead man to make sure they could no longer chase me.”

“You did something useless.”

“...Yes?”

“I don’t know why everyone thinks death is the end.”

At Lucion’s brutal voice, Peter swallowed his dry saliva.

“If death is not the end... What is the end?”

“I will tell you in a simple way. Your plan is a failure, Peter. If you had told me, I would have helped.”

It was like going after one pursuer, but in turn, adding more pursuers.

Isn’t there a black magic for pursuit on Peter’s neck?

“First of all, tell me what you wanted to say to me.”

Lucion urged Peter.

“Do you remember the Owl?”

Lucion nodded to the question.

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Isn’t the Owl the one who manages all six branches, including the central cave, created by the Neubra Kingdom?

A cross scar on the back of the hand.

Black little fingernails.

That was the hint that pointed to the Owl.

“I heard that the Owl will attend a large banquet in the East.”

“A big banquet in the East...?”

Lucion remembered the invitation.

For a large banquet held in the East, three invitations were sent to him.

Two typical noble banquets made by eastern nobles in a hurry because of him.

And the festival to pray for the purification of the Sea of Death held together by the temple and some eastern nobles.

He didn’t know any other banquets.

Is the Owl attending the banquet he’s invited to, or is it somewhere else?

“You don’t know what kind of banquet it is?”

“With all the information I got, I only got the notification note asking to be prepared because the Owl will participate in an important banquet.”

“Do you still have that note?”

“No. It was burned because it was a piece of paper with magic.”

“That’s too bad.”

Hume would have remembered the smell if Peter had it.

Lucion shifted his gaze and looked at the ghost near Peter.

‘Now shall we deal with that?’

The moment Lucion took out the darkness, he struck the ghost in the face and knocked them out.

Pop!

Russell’s eyes widened at the same time.

Why would Lucion strike the ghost all of a sudden?

[Wait, Lucion...! Are you using backtracking right now?]

Russell freaked out, but Lucion had sharpened the darkness and thrust it into his heart.

Russell closed his eyes tightly.

Didn’t he already say he would teach better black magic for pursuit later?

Lucion was using the risky backtracking again.

Peter, who couldn’t have seen the ghost, was busy looking around with his eyes wide open.

―Ratta is maintaining it, so Lucion just concentrates on finding the real darkness!

Lucion seemed to burst into laughter all of a sudden.

Wasn’t he hit by Peter’s magic when he used backtracking before?

But now he was using backtracking for Peter again.

Unlike before, Lucion easily found the real darkness hidden in the ghost.

As he held the darkness in his hand, images quickly passed in front of his eyes.

it was in the East of the Tesla Empire.

Lucion was surprised by the information about the place that came into his head.

‘...The tower?’

In an instant, he made eye contact with someone.

A man with yellow glasses and a white beard.

A blue thread coiled Lucion.

“...Crazy. When using the backtracking, the blue thread shows up!”

Just like the last time, it was a blue thread this time too.

[Lucion! Again, it is defense magic!]

Russell exclaimed, startled by the unknown letters drawn around Lucion.

The letter took shape like before and became a multi-headed serpent sticking out its tongue at Lucion.

Hume stood in front of Lucion and held out his palm.

“I’ll block it.”

“No, both of you, stand down.”

Peter extended his index finger and thumb and leaned to the right.

The letters wrapped in blue appeared in front of Hume, and the curtain slowly unfolded.

“So will you be all right, Mr. Reint?”

Lucion asked Reint, hiding his displeasure.

“Yes, I will be fine. Rather, it’s a good opportunity.”

Reint spoke proudly, with flames in his eyes.

“Can’t you understand how powerful our mercenaries are?”

“Then, I’ll let the members of the organization clear the way. I’ll make sure Mr. Reint doesn’t regret coming into the Organization Ale.”

Kran said with a confident smile.

As no orders were given to him yet, Quate looked at Kran and Lucion.

“Please deal with the skilled people. It can’t be helped if they resist, but I want you to knock them out as much as possible.”

Lucion said.

This was the minimum device to swallow the branches.

However, he didn’t want to recklessly sacrifice the members of the organization, so Quate was allowed to kill them.

“That’s right. We came here just to get the branch, not to slaughter them.”

Kran quickly added, affirming Lucion’s words.

He had already spoken about this part with Lucion, and he agreed with Lucion’s opinion that the organization should grow ‘fast and strong’.

“There will be less opposition when you get the branch with minimal sacrifice”

Kran looked at the people around him, and again slowly addressed the core of this plan.

“Well, next...”

Lucion mentioned the areas they should be aware of, such as layout structures and magic detectors.

“...What’s your mission, Mr. Hamel?”

Quate asked.

Now Hamel was the only one who had no mission.

It was a loss to the organization if he, who had power, did nothing.

“I’ll go get the head of the former branch manager.”

Lucion’s mask turned yellow.

“NW-Wait a minute, Mr. Hamel.”

Crane stammered in astonishment.

Didn’t he say he would try to appease the branch manager?

“Ah, let’s appease him first. If it doesn’t work, there’s nothing we can do about it, right?”

Lucion smiled light-heartedly.

The purpose was to take control of the branch, not to appease the branch manager who was neither friendly nor obedient.

If he didn’t like it, he had to die.

Letting go a person who obtained Cronia’s information and joined hands with the Neubra Kingdom, what good it would do?

“Your escort...?”

“I have Rental, so it’s okay.”

When Kran asked, Lucion pointed to Rental.

Rental smiled.

“Then, I will go first.”

Signals from Bethel had been confirmed before the operation meeting.

Lucion disappeared with Hume.

“Kran-nim.”

Reint opened his mouth as he looked at the place where Lucion had gone off to.

“Yes. Tell me.”

“Will Hamel-nim hate it if I asked him about black magic?”

It hadn’t even been a week since Reint joined the organization.

It was strange that there was a warlock in the organization, but that warlock even turned out to be Hamel who had saved him.

Gratitude and curiosity were separate things.

“Don’t!”

Kran reacted like a knife.

It was only for a short time, but since Kran had never been angry, Reint was genuinely surprised.

“I’m against that, too.”

Even Quate quietly raised his voice.

“Why not?”

Reint, who asked the question, thought that there might be a misunderstanding of his words, so he corrected it again.

“Oh, I’m not arguing. I’m asking because I’m worried that I might make the same mistake.”

“He works the most in the organization, to the point where he can’t eat and always stays up all night.”

“He’s being chased by a priest as well.”

Kran spoke first, and Quate spoke immediately after.

At those words, Peter’s face hardened.

Hamel’s words, telling him that he would help, circulated in his head.

Peter running out of the organization was not just a nuisance.

“And, if you would like to ask, Mr. Hamel is not staying in the hideout because of the things that have just been mentioned.”

“...Ah.”

At Kran’s words, Reint immediately put on an apologetic expression.

“I almost made a real mistake. He didn’t seem to be feeling well just now.”

“...Yes?”

Kran asked in surprise.

In his eyes, Hamel seemed unconcerned.

“I felt the heat when he got close earlier.”

Crackle.

Fire was created in Reint’s grasp.

“I know how to use fire magic, so I’m a little sensitive to temperature.”

Kran closed his eyes tightly in response to the emotions that surged through him.

‘...Hamel-nim!’