Chapter 1075

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 1075

During the carriage trip to Mahihala, I became friends with various people. I got off the carriage for a meal in between, and had the opportunity to talk face-to-face with my companions.

There were four reporters, including Simone and Meilin, and five others were tourists. The other one was a mercenary.

Two of the tourists were newlyweds, and the other three were men, and they seemed to have already become close friends. It was noisy and noisy, and some people were drunk, probably from drinking alcohol they had brought with them during the carriage trip.

“I am a humanist.”

Among the three men, one with a skinny build and glasses said while rubbing his palms.

“The traditions and customs of Mahihala must be preserved. “I cannot help but feel deplored that the advanced civilizations produced in pentamonia and ivory towers seem to be damaging the diversity of old civilizations.”

When the word ‘ivory tower’ suddenly came out, Meilin was startled and threw the spoon she was eating soup with, and it landed exactly on the head of the reporter. Meilin kept saying ‘I’m sorry’ and ran away holding a handkerchief. It seemed like it would be a long way for Meilin and the manager to become close.

Whether there was a fuss or not, the humanist continued to speak.

“Tomato sauce made using the village’s traditional method is consumed by renowned nobles on the continent! With that money, the villagers were able to make a living and focus more on growing tomatoes, keeping the tradition alive! “I can definitely say that it is an ideal balance between civilization and tradition!”

Simon nodded and took out a notebook and wrote down the information as if reporting.

The humanities scholar diligently shared his knowledge without even asking whether the reporter’s attention made him feel better. The senior here gently stuck out his thumb towards Simon. He seems satisfied with Simon’s reporting attitude.

“It’s basic! “Junior!”

“thank you.”

If you pretend to notice this much, you are pretending.

As Simon took the lead in reporting, Meilin playfully pouted her lips.

“Mahihala’s Tomato Sauce! “It’s famous!”

A bald man said as he stirred the soup.

This person has been cooking all the food for the group so far. By all appearances, he had considerable cooking skills, and Simon was certain that he was a chef, or at least someone who was involved in preparing food.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled meaningfully.

“I came to find the secret sauce! “I will definitely find out!”

Simon, who heard those words, looked worried.

‘Spying on the village’s secrets? ‘Are you okay?’

“I know the secret.”

Unlike other people with decent jobs, a man with a black beard wearing a tattered coat raised a bottle of alcohol with a sigh. The smell of alcohol rose from my mouth.

“It’s delicious because it contains human blood.”

“!!”

Meilin and the newlyweds opened their eyes in surprise, and the chef smiled and turned his head.

“gibberish!”

“Don’t believe it.”

The man gurgled again, pouring his drink into his mouth.

“Now, stop organizing. “Now we’re leaving again!”

A sturdy man appeared holding a crossbow. He had thick eyebrows and dark lines, and he was the only mercenary among this group.

Teeing!

He pulled what looked like a trigger, and the bolt loaded in the crossbow shot out and lodged in a tree far away. Meilin was startled and jumped up.

“No, you were surprised! “Can I just shoot like that?”

“Chasing monsters. “Reporter.”

The mercenary looked around, looked at the forest with sharp eyes, and fired another shot from the crossbow into the distance.

“I warned those who smelled it not to approach. I am a veteran who has protected humanity in bloody battlefields, showered with the blood of monsters. “If you just listen to me, you won’t get hurt.”

He confidently gave advice in front of the Kizen third graders and gestured to his companions. The group also packed their luggage and got back on the carriage.

I ran like that for a while longer.

Kuung-!

Simon, who had been dozing slightly, opened his eyes. Suddenly, all the carriages stopped.

“Everyone, wake up! From here, you have to walk!”

At the mercenary’s horse, the men in the carriage came out one by one.

All of the people who had gathered had quite a unique look on their half-awakened expressions. It was an interesting combination to see again. Four reporters, two newlyweds, one humanist, one chef, one drunkard, and one mercenary.

Following the villager’s guidance, the group entered a fairly large building. Of course, the roof of this building was also red.

“You can use this community hall.”

“Wow! So good!”

It was a large community hall where 10 people could fit comfortably. There was also a fireplace in the middle, and the sound of burning firewood echoed loudly as if it had just begun. Simon and his group unpacked their luggage here and decided on a place to sleep.

“If you’ve unpacked, dinner is ready, so let’s go right away.”

Even so, the group, including the manager, got up from their seats because they were hungry.

After walking for about a few tens of minutes from the community center, I came across a large open space, where all kinds of sumptuous food was prepared.

“What is all this?”

“looks delicious!”

As a town where tomatoes are a specialty, more than half of the food was made with tomatoes. Stewed tomatoes, tomato soup, and even meat with tomato sauce. Some alcohol was also provided.

Soon, an old man who identified himself as the village chief walked up.

“Thank you for taking the long journey! I hope you have a great time at Mahihala!”

“thank you!”

Everyone started the first night’s dinner noisily. Tourists and villagers spent time together.

Simone and Maylin sat side by side and talked privately, pretending to share news coverage.

“Looking back, there was nothing suspicious, right?”

“Yes, not yet.”

As another villager was sitting next to him, Simon used the excuse of reporting to talk about various things. About the village’s culture, environment, and tomato quality.

Especially when the topic of tomatoes came up, the villagers spoke with faces full of pride. Simon continued to ask questions as he wrote down their stories in his notebook.

“There are mountains and forests around the village, but won’t monsters come and ruin the tomato farming?”

“haha! Although it comes down occasionally, it rarely causes major damage! And if the monsters came down hungry, wouldn’t we need to eat something to survive!”

“You seem positive.”

Simon, who was talking about ordinary things, said with his eyes shining.

“This area borders the territory of the 1st Corps. Monsters are monsters, but I wonder if the undead are coming...”

Simon immediately noticed that the villagers’ expressions were slightly clouded.

“Undead? There are very few around here. “Even though it is a forest, it is not dense and the days are long.”

“okay. “Thank you for your words.”

As the dinner atmosphere was getting warmer, Simon sneaked out alone, using the excuse of going to the bathroom. Then, he slowly lowered his posture and prepared to open sub-space.

‘Let’s take out some corpse spiders and continue investigating.’

The moment when subspace was opened like that.

Gigigigigigigigiggig!

Suddenly, a terrible voice rang out from the thoughts in my head. Simon was so startled that he closed the subspace without being able to take out a single undead.

Then the voice that was ringing in my head disappeared like a lie.

‘W-what is it?’

When Simon opened the subspace again, the screaming sound rang out again.

My heart sank as I heard the voice conveyed with resignation. Simon finally realized which undead was making this voice.

‘Manus!’

Simon’s former Ancient Undead and former Empire’s Swordmaster Manus.

Currently, I am not using it often. Chaos Dullahan was damaged during the battle, and Manus often suffered from runaway symptoms.

However, this was the first time that Manus suddenly cried out in despair at Simon in subspace.

‘The runaway has gotten worse. I think it would be very dangerous to take it out of here.’

Simon took out several spiders and closed the subspace. The voice quickly disappeared.

‘Manus doesn’t have any memories of his past. But looking at him reacting...’

Something instinctive seems to have kicked in.

And as a reminder, Manus was the sword master of the entire empire.

‘I’m sure there’s something here.’