Chapter 296

My Villains Episode 296

54. Paladin (4)

Even after distribution to Utequai and Mungchi, the warehouse was full of equipment.

“The rest of the problem...

As I looked back at the equipment and lost myself in my thoughts, Heila blinked drowsily and asked a question.

“problem? what?”

“I want to know how to handle this.”

Heila, who was sitting on a chair in a corner of the warehouse, brought Hrunting (what was) and held it in her arms. Even while drowsiness dangled from her long eyelashes, her hands stroking the eggs did not know how to stop.

“It’s not a bad way to distribute it in the form of an auction.”

“I think that will be difficult this time.”

“why?”

“So um... they are precious things.” A lot of the words were abbreviated, so Heila blinked quietly as if asking for an explanation. I scratched my eyebrows and opened my mouth.

Among the trophies obtained this time, most of them are objects worthy of being called treasures in legends.

Of course, a longbow that shoots wind instead of a glaive that instantly kills an enemy with a certain probability just by brushing against the blade, or a trident that enchants opponents with purple brilliance, isn’t it a common item? I have no idea how to price it.

In retrospect, Confair robbed all of his fortune to buy a shield with low-level spell reflection. Fritz paid one hundred and ninety silver coins to buy a hatchet with the ‘discharge’ spell on it. that was only a few days ago.

Then, how about the shield and ax you got this time, the ‘Corinthian Rock’ and the ‘Blue Thunder’?

The rock of Corinth is a shield that completely blocks most fire and cold air and has a considerable level of resistance to space-type spells. Cheongroe is a vicious object that emits electricity even when a farmer who does not even know the letter ‘Ma’ of magic powers it.

In short, both are of a high level of equipment incomparable to those bought by Confir and Fritz. Corinth’s rocks and blue thunder aren’t the only ones special. All the trophies obtained this time are precious treasures.

Even if the mercenaries held an auction, the money that came out was limited to a few dozen gold coins. Getting a legendary weapon with just that amount of money was ridiculous.

“It’s not a waste of money, is it?”

“Of course not. Money isn’t the problem... Equity isn’t the problem either, so it’s not just one or two things that take a hit.”

I sighed deeply and continued.

“Imagine that you bought something for only 30 that would have cost you 500 gold coins no matter how low you set it. It’s really a fortune, isn’t it?”

“O” Heh.

“Do you want to continue working as a mercenary after making such a fortune? Pungchan Homeless is a 3D industry where you are treated like a thief, and you have to risk your life every time to fight – no, there is no reason to maintain a hard job.”

“Obtaining treasure does not mean that you can immediately fix your situation. Even a skilled mercenary would have to risk his life to dispose of that much treasure-”

“The security of this world is the opening, I know very well. But do all mercenaries think that way? As soon as you get the treasure, what if you beat it all up and go back to your hometown?”

Heila nodded quietly, then opened her mouth.

“Then lend me the equipment, but keep the ownership of it.”

“I thought about that too. But if I do that, I end up monopolizing the loot.”

Heila looked up at me and blinked slowly.

“Why?”

“...why?”

“What is the problem?”

“Since we fought together, we should share the loot. I’ll put a difference according to the contribution, but I

can’t just gulp it down on my own.”

“It is also the employer’s right to decide how the loot is to be divided. If you don’t want to share the loot, you can use combat pay instead.”

“Then back to square one.”

“origin?”

“There are more than ten treasures I got this time. If we were to share a reasonable combat allowance, we would have to give at least dozens of gold coins.”

Heila blinked again.

“Do you think the mercenaries contributed as much as dozens of gold coins in this battle?”

“As a result of the battle, you got a treasure worth thousands of gold coins.”

“But”

“Yes. You and I, the Utequai gang, did most of the work. But even the mercenaries risked their lives and fought. 10 or 15 percent should be taken as a share.”

“If it’s 15 percent, then I’m going to take it for roughly four hundred gold coins.”

I started counting, tapping my forearms with my arms crossed.

“There are only 14 mercenaries left, and if you look at the distribution rules... Fritz and Confyer will take sixty-two copies, Donnel and Mittelman will take about twenty-five. The youngest will take eight each.”

Heila blinked for a moment, then nodded slowly.

While quietly scratching her eyebrows, Heila stood up with Hrunting in her arms.

“...Where?”

“I’m going to wash up and go to bed.”

“Ah... yes, you must be tired from waking up, so hurry up and get some rest.” “you?”

“Well, I need to rest soon.”

I smiled at the mungchi, who was still squirming in my arms.

“Should I wash the bundle too? Shall we wash together?”

“What is it?”

“It’s not surprising that we washed together not once or twice. Let’s wash together after a long time. huh’?”

“Ah—”

Did he remember his days as a wild boar? Moongchi was crying with his face dyed red.

I burst into laughter and tousled his hair.

“Hey, it’s a joke, a joke.”

“Eh”

“Wake up. You too, go and get some rest.”

As I was pinching the tip of my cute little nose, Heila was staring at me from the side.

“Why?”

“...no.”

” huh?”

She blinked a couple of times and left the warehouse.

The group spent a very leisurely time resting in the communal house, taking care of the injured and repairing equipment.

On the other hand, the Monastery of Seteniora seemed very busy. There seemed to be a lot of work to be done, such as sending dispatches to various parts of the kingdom, repairing the battle-scarred walls, and cleaning up the messy cathedral.

I asked the cathedral knight Sir Kabar if he needed any help, and he said it was fine. I’ve already been indebted to protecting the holy ground, but I can’t open my hands any more.

I could have argued that I would help by claiming that I was a member of Kwangmyeonggyo, but I just said I would. I was asking out of courtesy from the beginning, and I wanted to take a break after working hard for the past few days.

After three days, a funeral service was held in front of the church where the roof had been blown off, under the supervision of priest Marcel.

“Lord, the source of all things, shine a bright light and bless the deaths of these people-” It was a

ceremony for the soldiers who died at the curtain wall, as well as the mercenaries under my command, Viredin and Jill.

Almost everyone in the monastery gathered for the martyrs who died defending the holy ground. Seeing them pray with all their hearts, it was very comforting because it was not like the people buried in the ground were dying forever.

I personally engraved the words on the tombstones of Viredin and Jill. The two were mercenaries from Modos, and had never had much conversation except during training. So I had to enlist the help of Heila and Donnell to add some flesh to it.

“Oh, that’s cool.”

Right after the funeral, a heavy soldier, Dervish, came to me out of the blue.

“Sir, I will ask for my tombstone later.”

“...What kind of favor are you asking? Ominously.”

He frowned, but she didn’t care and smiled.

“If you’re going to search, shouldn’t you pass on your name to future generations?”

“...what does it have to do with me writing on the tombstone and passing on my name?”

“My lord will go down in history like ‘Talokhan’ or ‘The Knight of the Lake’. If the tombstone was engraved with the words of such a hero, someone would pay more attention to it.”

Dervish pointed to the tombstones of Vireddin and Jill with a firm jaw.

“Look. They will be renowned for hundreds of years as warriors who fought against the undead and died as martyrs, companions of a generation of heroes. To be honest, I envy them.” Instead of answering, I stared blankly at Dervish.

I think Heila is right. Like Dervish, who talks about fame and envy the dead, there were people under my command who wanted something other than money.

The only ones who can follow my journey from now on are these abnormal ones.

While I was still thinking about it, a middle-aged cathedral knight, Lord Kabar, approached me.

“Sir Phoenix.”

“Ah Lord Kabar.”

He said, glancing at Princess Theodora and the Paladin going down the stairs in front of the cathedral.

“I have something urgent to tell you.”

“yes? What...

“It’s an important matter related to the church’s work.”

Suddenly, I felt a gaze from the side of the cathedral. After Hekabenko died, Masel, a priest who served as the bishop of Seteniora Monastery, was staring this way.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable, but I nodded and followed Lord Kabar.