Chapter 211

My Villains Episode 211

46. Master of Dreams (1)

As I remember as Kim Seung-soo, Starmaker Soleva was quite a tricky opponent.

Soleva itself was a powerful wizard, but the Drake he rode was also a more dangerous monster than most other names. The slaves summoned using the golden ring were also quite strong.

And the reason he felt stronger than anything I encountered in the game was probably because he came out with two more other names.

What this means is that there were only three slaves summoned by Sol Reva in the game: ‘Archibald the Pure White Knight’, ‘Silverfang’, and ‘Shunkasle the Thunderbolt’.

But for some reason, in reality, ‘San Druid Wunstead’ and ‘Sezala the Witch of the Den’ came along. These two originally appeared as independent random names.

Well, if I use my imagination a little...

I wonder if Soleva, who was wandering in the evil mist, accidentally met ‘Sand Druid Wunstead’ and ‘Cesala the Witch of the Den’ and enslaved them as well.

Since all six people who knew the context have become corpses, there will be no way to hear the truth now.

In any case, the battle against Soleva and its slaves was in fact similar in difficulty to dealing with six or seven named names at once.

And I was able to get a pretty good reward for the hard work.

First, I looked at the man in white armor, Archibald the Knight in White.

“...Lord, how can such a calamity happen?”

Gidon, the crossbowman, touched his forehead and chest once, then looked up at the sky at a misty haze. Then he turned to me and said in a heavy tone.

“It is a great sin to kill a cathedral knight. The Lord of Light will remember this and will punish you one day.”

“well.”

I shrugged and answered.

“It was unavoidable, so wouldn’t the Lord forgive me? Actually, that’s not true. A heavily armed knight is attacking you. How do you know if it’s a cathedral knight or something?”

“I have eyes too, Nari. I have clearly seen him use his divine powers.”

“O uh” — 丁that”

I scratched my eyebrows, unable to hide my annoyance, and Fritz, a ponytail who was digging a grave, sarcastically drove a shovel into the dirt.

“Nimi Then what should I do? ‘Oh, the cathedral knight has arrived. My neck is here, so go ahead and take it.’ Should I have said that?”

“It’s not like that, it’s that I had to make an effort to keep my life. If you fear the wrath of the Lord, you should do it.”

“Ha Lord’s Wrath? Do you think the Lord of the Order of Neg is as narrow-minded as your dick? You’re talking nonsense, you bastard.”

Gidon’s face turned red at Fritz’s verbal abuse.

“I will cut off your filthy tongue, you son of a bitch.”

“Before that, your shit-like face will be crushed first?”

“Okay, try it!”

When Gidon jumped at him in anger, Fritz, who had been giggling, also clenched his fists and strode forward.

“stop!”

Before they could face off, Steedman and other mercenaries came forward.

“Stay back, you assholes!”

“Kidon, you endure! It hasn’t been a day or two since he put a rag in his mouth-”

...It’s just that there’s no such thing as a mess.

Everyone fights like a veteran mercenary, but they are more like gangsters than soldiers, so accidents of the sort often break out.

For me, who had never worn epaulettes in the army and was always a pawn at work, controlling these thugs was not usually difficult.

“Ehh.”

As I let out a sigh and leaned my back against the withered cherry tree, the loud snoring I heard from one side ended.

“7 o uh” ―L–T that.

Utequai stretched out with a growl and brushed away a frown like someone suffering from a hangover. Then, seeing the blood and bodily fluids on the palm of his hand, he narrowed his brow and opened his hand.

“Leave this! I’m going to burst those bastard snake eyes!”

“under! Stop blowing your mouth and try it!”

Meanwhile, the mercenaries were still making a fuss. Utequai puffed out his chest and inhaled,

”Shut up-!”

He roared so loudly that the air quivered.

The mercenaries, startled by the thunderous voice, stood tall. Utequai glanced around and asked Fritz.

“A grave?”

“...Uh, I dug it all up.”

“Buy two more.”

“Yes? What to do”

“There are two more people to ask.” Fritz and Gidon’s faces turned white at the dark gaze directed at them.

“Heh heh heh. Even if hyung-nim joked,

“Joke? Do you think so?”

“...uh”

Utequai burst out laughing as the two mercenaries’ lips dried up.

“It is a tomb for the knights of your god and the warriors of the steppe.”

“Ah”

“What? Come on.”

The fuss was over when Fritz and Gidon gasped for shovels.

“lily.”

The veteran conjurer, who was smiling bitterly at the sight, gave me careful advice.

“I think it would be better not to bring that cathedral knight’s equipment.”

“Ugh,

what Archibald was wearing was proper plate armor. It’s probably something made by the ‘Royal Dormena Armor Workshop’

...

“What’s wrong. If you carelessly ate something like that, I’ll pretend.”

“you’re right. It could be misunderstood by the clergy of the church, and Gidon will not stand still.”

I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for the divine power flowing gently through the armor, he would have painted it black before wearing it.

In the end, I had to watch Archibald’s headless corpse enter the tomb, wearing pure white plate armor and holding a broken two-handed sword.

“...it sucks.”

After all, I have nothing to do with plate armor. I’m fed up with changing armor every time.

Next was ‘Cesala, the Witch of the Cave’.

She was decapitated by Mungchi and was wearing a frayed robe. All he had was old dice and a hand bone of a leather puppet, and other junk of unknown use.

“Still, this seemed a bit usable.”

The freckled mummy said that while holding out a black wooden staff. It was not painted separately

, but it seemed to be the original color.

After meditating, Ellen looked at the cane and opened her mouth with a sad expression.

“It’s a cottonwood stick. It must have been around 200 years.”

“Is it valuable?”

“Whatever. It is a favorite of summoners and necromancers. It strengthens your dominance. I would have liked Siren.”

As I recall, Siren, the mage of the Lao family, said that at most two golems could be summoned at once. Ellen’s explanation was that the number would have increased if this wand had been used.

It’s a pretty rare item, but it’s useless right now, so I decided to keep it.

Like this wand, as well as the ‘Rainbow of Incidents’ set I got from the soul shaman Karamek...

No matter how precious a magic tool is, if there is no one to use it, it’s just a burden. This is why it is important to gather talented colleagues.

The third was ‘Sand Druid Wunstead’.

The ‘Ancient Dragon Horn Flute’ that Soleva blew earlier belonged to this Druid. Blowing the horn to inflict wide-area paralysis, then transforming into a bear and charging at it was the pattern.

The Horn of the Ancient Dragon is a very useful item, but unfortunately it was smashed by Cole’s arrow. It’s an old item, so its magic power is almost volatilized, but it could have been used ten more times... Well, there’s nothing you can do about it.

The goat horn helmet that the Druid was wearing was also a

In addition to all the property she had, she received a combat allowance for this battle and a month’s wages in advance, and only after making 25 gold coins was she able to obtain the nude curve sword.

Well, 25 gold coins is not that expensive. I bought a magic sword for the price of a few horses, but this is very reasonable.

“...Hmm, are you okay?”

Whether he realized this or felt that his strength was growing, Dervish’s contorted expression relaxed slightly as soon as he gripped the curved sword.

After distributing the gold coins she paid with the party, she turned to Ellen.

“Then what is this leash?”

“...Well, it seems that ‘blur’ is engraved on it.”

“haziness?”

As for the blur, I had experienced it indirectly in Longville.

The mercenary ‘Uncle Joe’s gang attacked Atalanta’s party after drinking a potion of obscurity and hiding on the side of the road.

“Aren’t magic tools that can cast spells pretty rare?”

“Yes, but there seems to be something else.”

“You don’t know what it is?”

“O” Heh.

I opened my mouth after scratching my eyebrows.

“Would you like to take a ride? If I had magic resistance, it would be quite.”

“You idiot, don’t be foolish.”

Ellen bit her pink lips and examined the leash again.

“It’s something that werewolves used. There might be something like a mutation-type curse hanging on it.”

“The Curse of Mutation?”

I unconsciously turned my head and met Mungchi’s eyes. He somehow had his ears perked up and his eyes shining.

Following my gaze, Ellen nodded and continued.

“okay. If you use this carelessly, you might turn into a dog or a pig, just like Mungchi did.”

“Then, shall we keep it without touching it for now?”

“huh. It’s better to stay that way until you get cleansed in church.”

...It seems like a line is tenaciously attached to the leash that goes into the backpack. Is it because of the mood?

After burning Silver Fang’s corpse, I checked the equipment of the ‘Thunderbolt Ax Schunkasle’.

“Isn’t this something unusual?”

What Mira held out was an ax with a white handle. As she said, the blade of the ax felt a strange energy.

“okay. I can feel the energy of the elements.”

“for a moment.”

Before Ellen could appraise it, U Tequai stepped out.

“I keep this axe.”

“you?”

“right. I will pass it on to his family.”

“...what did you know?”

“I don’t know the warrior’s name. But I know he is a warrior from the Sueatan tribe.”

Come to think of it, before burying Schunkasle’s body, he said he had taken a feather sash from his arm. Maybe that’s how they figured out where they came from.

“We make treasures at Sueatan Hill of the Wind. That ax is the same.”

“This axe?”

“Yes. I am the great warrior of the grassland. It protects the treasures of neighboring tribes.”

“okay?”

I scratched my eyebrows and looked back at the group.

“Anyone dissatisfied that this ax Utequai keeps?”

there can’t be

Utequai wrapped Shunkasle’s ax in leather and put it in his backpack.

I’m curious about the options, but arguing with Utequai over this is stupid. Let’s just pretend there isn’t.

And the sixth and last.

The long-awaited highlight was Starmaker Soleva’s equipment.

“I will write this.”

Ellen picked up a conical hat with crimson feathers and pulled it down. It looks a little big on his head, but I like the mask so much that it just suits him.

And, for wizards, conical hats are a national rule.

“What is that thing for?”

“wait for a sec.”

Ellen closed her eyes to concentrate, and the crimson feathers on her cone-top hat sparkled. At the same time, the boy disappeared in an instant.

“oh!”

“Wow-”

The mercenaries looked around in amazement, but Ellen was nowhere to be found. Even Mungchi and I couldn’t feel his presence.

How many seconds have passed?

I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and I quickly turned around and grabbed the wand that was about to hit me in the back of the head.

WO ”

=

“...what are you doing?”

Ellen, whose wand was taken away, replied with a puzzled face.

“I was just kidding. Are you complaining’?”

“what the.”

I smiled and held out the wand, and he returned it with a sad face.

“What was that? It didn’t seem like invisibility.”

“It briefly escaped to the dimensional boundary.”

“To the border of dimensions?”

“huh. To be precise, changing the structure of the body and taking on the prize of another dimension and existence... Oh, anyway, it has so much magic that only I can use it.”

I was making a rough guess based on its ability and appearance, but it seems to be a ‘hat for walking down the sidewalk’.

Since the activation effect ‘escape to the dimensional boundary’ is a very useful survival technique, it is a equipment that is often used by high-level casters as a rare item.

You got the perfect equipment for Ellen. If you’re a guy, you’ll be fine.

The splendid robe that Soleva was wearing was also familiar, and it was a ‘dignified robe’ that prevented attacks with blades to some extent.

Of course, it’s an incredibly good item, but mercenaries couldn’t use it. The hem was too long and the collar was too high, so it got in the way.

What Ellen can’t wear is that she’s already wearing the robe she inherited from her ancestors. Besides, it’s a good thing that can’t be compared with the majestic robes.

It’s a very useful item, but there was no one to use it, so I sneakily turned to Heila.

“Hey, you’re wearing this

.” “No.”

It was a very agile answer, not like her.

“......uh?”

I opened my eyes wide, and Heila blinked and explained why.

“I can’t wear that.”

“why?

“You look ugly.”

“...Is that a problem now? Safety first”

“If you’re concerned about safety, I’d rather make you a ring.”

Her demeanor was unusually determined, and I ended up tossing the majestic regalia into my rucksack.