Chapter 145: Remove The Silent Mask (3)

Chapter 145: Remove The Silent Mask (3)

Those involved in the blue thread were all directly or indirectly related to the incident.

The reason he thought he was a slave trader was simple.

It was because of the name ‘Chayton’ written in the contract.

If he’s really a fake.

If he had someone with the same name as him.

No wonder his methods were wrong.

Smashing a fake won’t change his fate.

“You said you were a pawn.”

Asked Lucion.

“Are you the servant of Nevast?”

Ting!

Only then did the blue thread respond tightly to his question.

Chayton nodded, barely covering his face with his arms.

You’re lying.

That guy wasn’t a real Chayton.

Lucion did not hesitate any more.

He used the darkness to delude Chayton again.

“Give me a piece of paper and a pen.”

Lucion pointed to Chayton and ordered Hume.

[Yes, it’s a rough outline, so it’s better to get certain information through deception.]

Russell nodded.

It was the Holy Nation of Nevast who tried to take the bracelet.

Maybe he knew in advance that that bracelet was a ‘property’.

“Write down the location of the hideout to which you belong. To where the real owner is.”

There was no need for liars.

All he needed was the truth.

“Hume.”

He’s going to die anyway.

Lucion quit his fake role in front of Chayton.

“Yes, sir.”

“Remember his smell. Maybe the real owner of this guy is hiding his identity in the hideout, and his smell is bound to get buried.”

The slave traders had many enemies.

Maybe it’s for a similar reason to his.

If it wasn’t for that reason, there was no need to put “fake” in front of it.

“I’ve already remembered.”

“Good.”

Lucion took the paper Chayton handed him, and turned his back slightly.

Crush.

Hume crushed Chayton’s neck completely.

―Ratta is going to call the ghost.

Ratta touched Chayton.

As Lucion’s darkness diminished, Chayton’s ghost sprang out of his body.

Chayton felt something strange, trembling as if he had remembered his death a while ago.

“Remember well. No matter who dies, the god of light doesn’t come to meet you.”

Lucion’s darkness penetrated Chayton’s body.

“And that death is not the end.”

[Arghhhhhhhhh]

Lucion slowly kneeled down on Chayton.

To the point of distress.

Just enough not to go straight to the sky.

The night was longer than he thought.

Lucion’s mask was stained yellow.

* * *

After the fake chayton was sent to the sky, the blue thread was cut off and the red thread was newly wound.

He didn’t know where it was heading, so he headed to the hideout where the fake Chayton stayed first.

There were a total of two hideouts, as the fake Chayton said.

One was the place where he currently resided, written by the fake Chayton when he was alive.

The other was where the real slave trader was, vomited on by the ghost fake Chayton.

As soon as he saw the first place, he had to doubt his eyes.

It was because it was near the mansion where Lucion was staying now.

Of course, there was some distance, but he didn’t expect much because it was a fake place anyway.

The second place was the Myronist Kingdom, where he thought it was fortunate that he could reduce his movement because he had to stop by to get a black bead from the first prince.

“Shall we go in, young master?”

Hume cleared all those who were guarding the mansion and opened the door of the mansion with the key he got from the fake Chayton.

‘Should I be glad that there’s no ghost?’

Wouldn’t the presence of a submissive ghost itself indicate that Nevast joined hands with a Warlock?

Creak.

The noise and the inside of the mansion were revealed.

Unlike the exterior, which looked normal, the interior is desolate and old enough to doubt whether it is an inhabited house.

Squeak.

As soon as Lucion stepped forward, the sound echoed.

For a moment, Lucion was startled.

‘Isn’t this going to break...?’

Groan.

Ratta ran around the hallway with joy.

―Ratta has never heard of that sound! That’s a lot of fun!

“Don’t run, Ratta. I feel like this is going to collapse.”

<You can tell me anything.>

“I was around here and there, and met a slave trader.”

<A slave, slave trader?>

He could hear Kran swallowing heavily as he was startled.

<What does he look like. No, I’m really sorry, but can you bring me the necklace he had?>

“They were illegal slaves.”

<.......>

He could hear the sound of Kran sucking in a breath.

“Probably unidentified or abandoned. They have nowhere to go. I’ll save it, so I’ll take responsibility.”

<Where are you? I’ll come to you right away.>

Lucion calmly said the address.

“I’ll contact the head of the southern branch manager. Maybe that’s the only place that can accommodate them right now.”

<Okay. I’ll be right back.>

“Yes.”

<Hamel nim.......>

“Say it.”

<Thank you. I’m really... Thank you.>

“It’s nothing.”

This time, Kran cut off contact first.

It was conveyed from his voice how hectic he was.

Lucion asked Hume as he put back his contact item.

“Hume. What time is it now.......”

Bam!

Hume, who was walking around with Ratta, suddenly broke the floor.

“Hume...?”

[Hume is really good at smelling.]

Russell suddenly chuckled.

“What?”

There was a situation that only Lucion could not understand.

Do you know why Hume is doing that?

[There’s a treasure trove down here.]

At Bethel’s kindly informed voice, Lucion felt like his eyes were wide open.

If there’s a treasure trove, he must get it.

“Hume.”

When Lucion spoke stronger than before, Hume stopped his actions.

“Ah. I’m sorry, young master.”

“You won’t be like this because of the treasure. Do you happen to feel something mixed with monster bones?”

“That’s right. That cry was the strongest I’ve ever heard. I was unknowingly led to do this.... I’m sorry.”

Hume was restless with embarrassment when he saw what he had done.

Trying to break down a decent floor without an order.

“No. If it’s a good thing, you should continue it. Go on.”

Lucion urged Hume.

He was going to clean up this place anyway, so he didn’t have to hesitate.

‘By the way, it didn’t break even though Hume hit it?’

Lucion looked alternately at the floor where Ratta collapsed while running excitedly and the floor where only the dent was formed even though Hume hit it.

It was definitely the same place, but there was such a difference.

“It’s not a normal floor, is it?”

Asked Russell, looking at him.

[How did you know?]

Russell was surprised to see if he was trying to make any observations.

“Is it a magical floor? Or is the defense magic working?”

[The defense magic is working. It operates purely as a defense without any form of attack.]

“.... Yet it’s still got dented? Was magic something you could break even with bare feet?”

[Of course not. Hume is the exception. You shouldn’t think like that.]

Bethel shook her head.

Crumble!

He heard the sound of breaking the defense magic without overcoming Hume’s power of stepping on it with his feet a couple more times.

Only then did the floor break down and the passage down come out.

―Oh, Oh, it’s a secret passage that Ratta likes! Can Ratta go first?

Lucion shook his head and looked at Hume.

‘Light doesn’t work, he can catch the ghosts even though it’s not enough to see them, he can break magic with physical force, he can absorb the power of monsters, and he’s a monster himself.’

Moreover, he was a guide who guided him to a black bead.

‘What the hell is Hume... What is he? Can I really refer to Hume as “Monster”?

How can he be a monster?

“Do you have anything to say?”

Hume asked with a grin whether he felt Lucion’s gaze.

There was something I wanted to say.

Is the warlock who made Hume dead?

And who was that warlock?

But Lucion did not ask.

He said that a tiny room with no space to lie down was all Hume had.

He said that he was happy that he could see the stars in his room and feel the wind.

Hume was not emotionless, but he was slower than others and dull to himself.

Only once, when introducing himself, had Hume brought up the warlock.

“Never mind.”

Lucion swallowed what he wanted to say.

“Let’s go down.”