Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (13)
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Kwasik!
“hmm. It’s improved a lot. So, shall we stop with the training and get to the point?”
“Gya, gyasa ha….”
Grumbling, rattling,
The shattered teeth were stabbing my tongue, so my pronunciation came out in a garbled manner.
When I lifted my head, which was stuck in the thick wooden floor, I could see crumbled teeth falling from where my cheek was torn. Teeth falling out like crazy and a hard sensation rising from the roots of the teeth.
‘eww. ‘Not even a shark.’
It’s a disgusting scene even for me who’s experiencing it myself, but it’s even more appalling for the person in front of me who’s watching it.
I rubbed my eyes for a while, feeling my crushed eyeballs grow, and before I knew it, my godmother was right in front of me, scanning my tattered body with her only eye.
“I heard the explanation, but… it’s a rare scene, even for someone who can be considered to have lived a fairly long life.”
“Yes, yes. It’s a bit gross. “It’s not some kind of shark.”
“I’m not saying that. These are limbs and mashed flesh that I cut into pieces with my hands. “It’s not that effeminate.”
I’m proud of you, human being.
“What I’m talking about is your fighting style. It is a body that can take some damage from the fast and aggressive power of Roharam monks. It’s an interesting combination. “Thanks to you, I also felt quite a chill down my spine.”
“Ah, yes….”
“hmm? Are you not happy? “Even 70 years ago, very few people complimented me on the way I used my body.”
That’s a bit ambiguous. Because I don’t even know how this happened.
It’s the same in the morning, and it’s the same when I’m dragged out again after eating.
I felt it clearly after using it until my whole body lost all its strength.
That my movements themselves are following a certain memory without my knowledge.
‘That skill book the archbishop gave me… did you say it was Light Fist? Apparently, swordsmanship and martial arts were limited to system assist effects…’
In general, the effect of general swordsmanship and martial arts-type skills was to lead the body along the path of swordsmanship, giving various strengthening effects, as if being pushed by a magnet.
Now that I think about it, it’s all in my head. I just thought, ‘Oh, this can be done like this here!’ Rather than remembering it, it’s like dragging and dropping the entire compressed file. I don’t remember learning it at all, but it was clearly in the back of my subconscious. So deep that when you stretch out your hand to die, your hand naturally follows that path.
‘It probably has something to do with the fact that I was said to be in a semi-NPC-like state. ‘I have come to live the way the inhabitants of this world live.’
It was not difficult to guess why this phenomenon occurred.
Assuming that all the vivid NPCs that exist in this GG world were created based on the data of users who passed through this place,
‘Data of Mr. A, who lived his entire life as a salaryman and died after working only on the Dome’s production line.’
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‘He is sensitive and picky, but when you get to know him, he is a very affectionate innkeeper – his true identity is a retired sword master.’
Transforming him into this kind of being was a technique that naturally implanted memories, just like the skill that was now in his head. We convert human memories into data and store them in their entirety, but it’s just editing.
‘Hmm, you’re messing around with the memories of someone who only has memories. It’s quite scary… but honestly, I’m a little excited, right?’
I heard that your body can somehow keep up with the strongest hero unit in the world. Even if the Godmother had taken matters into her own hands, it was a high-class battle at a level that would have been impossible without these upgrades. Even when I move my body, I think, ‘Me? ‘This?’ So much so that I thought,
But what if this inserted memory follows you when you go out later?
What if I, who have lived my entire life as a gunfighter and have only trained in assassination and grappling, developed close-range fighting skills that would be enough to withstand a 300-year-old elf monster?
Whoosh, whoosh!
While lying down on the wooden floor, I swung my fist once. As if the explanation ‘What is the speed of light?’ wasn’t a lie, the fist flew out as fast as it could.
‘I don’t know what Gwangmyeong is. It feels like a mixture of Krav Maga and Jeet Kune Do…’
Imagine taking this out as is. Well, since it takes a while for a human body, let’s say it returns to its original body, which is close to type 3, like riding a robot.
A monster that makes a large laboratory seem cramped, so you can imagine how powerful it must have been when it was alive just by its dying appearance. Instead of moving randomly, it uses its strong body to make elaborate movements.
I just let the tank bullet flow by weaving, cut off the track with a low kick, and blew off the tank turret with an uppercut…
“Oh, that sucks.”
It’s crazy. Romance boils over. If I were to go outside, wouldn’t it be okay to live in that monster body I saw in the video for a few months? Like the robot cartoon I watched when I was young.
To be honest, I thought it was kind of cool when that Bex guy crawled in with a knife and came out covered in blood and gave a hand signal like [clear]. I wanted to do something like that too.
‘I want to go out. I want to go out and check it out!’
Of course, it is an impossible dream right now. You have to clear these 3 worlds somehow to find a solution.
Tduduk, woodduk! Suddenly!
“K-mm. “Wow, my waist.”
“Even the original guy. “I am this old and I am still, so why are you, so young, like this?”
“Regardless of age, this is what happens if you get hit with a kick that makes your back bend like a bow. Oh, isn’t it? “Normally, if you get hit by something like that, you die.”
After confirming that the broken and rotated spine had slowly returned to its proper place, the professor stood up and spoke to his godmother.
“Ugh. Now that I’ve recovered enough to briefly talk about it, let’s get to the ‘main point’. “I guess I didn’t call him out because I really wanted to beat him up.”
Looking at the atmosphere, it seems like it would be a bad idea to go down with my godmother.
I’ve had enough rest, and the group seems to have recovered most of the stamina they lost on the way over here, so it’s time to get to work. At Roderick, he’s probably still blocking the mutes that are trying to kill him.
Godmother smiled knowingly at my words, then casually sat down next to me, who was lying on the floor, and said,
“okay. I can’t just play around forever. Before speaking, I would like to ask you one question. “There are two ways to get to the elf forest right now. Do you prefer the easy way or the difficult way?”
Umm. It’s like, ‘I got a bad idea!’ It’s the godmother with the same mischievous expression. What is this talking about again?
“Well… of course, wouldn’t the easier way be better? How can we get reinforcements a little faster and go down to Roderick?”
As soon as she heard those words, the godmother smiled as if she had been waiting.
“It’s the easy way. Are you really satisfied with that? “You might regret hearing it?”
“I’ve been regretting coming here since I got my ribs cut into 24 pieces this morning, so just tell me. “What are you so hesitant about?”
“That’s right…”
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Keck.
As my godmother continued, I felt the urge to go back in time and beat myself up for getting into this.
This time too, the godmother was right. I thought it would have been much better not to have heard about the solution.
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“It’s taking longer than I thought?”
“hmm. Even the elf called Godmother and the captain are people who do one thing at a time. There will be many conversations to be had in many ways. Either with your mouth or with your fists. “I guess it’s closer to the latter, seeing as the wood chips fall like a shower on a summer’s day.”
After breakfast is over.
While the professor was taken by the godmother and listened to a blood-curdling lecture on ‘the difference between friendliness and courtesy to elders’, the rest of the party leisurely stayed below, interacting with the elves around them and buying elf items they had purchased in the village. We each waited leisurely, spending time organizing things.
After a while, just as it had on the first day, the bottom of the tree came down along the trunk, and from there came down the professor and his godmother, both looking very upset.
Professor Park doesn’t smile. Otman sensed a bad omen. The professor tended to show his feelings on his face unless he had to hide it.
The professor who came down from above wiped his bloody face with a stream of water flowing down a nearby tree branch, and then walked toward where the group was.
“I’m home-”
“Umm. Looking at you, it looks like you had a hard time. So, what did your godmother say? Did she offer to guide us through the elven forest? “You’re asking me to appoint a guide?”
“Well, it got a little complicated.”
“Is it complicated?”
The professor frowned and answered Otman’s question again.
“They say they don’t know.”
“….huh?”
“Not even the Godmother can pinpoint where they are in the elf forest. “They say that from the moment you left the elf ritual community, you lost the right to enter the forest barrier.”
“Well, then isn’t it a big deal! I’ve wasted so many days to get here, and even the elves here don’t know! So should we turn towards the western desert right now?”
“Geuuu. I don’t like hot places. “I like the forest.”
“I completely agree with what Notum said. My friends who live in the desert all have something strange stuck in their souls, so I feel uncomfortable every time I see them. A fragment of something old that should have disappeared long ago. Uhmmm. “I don’t want to go to a desert country.”
The companions muttered at Otman’s words.
Well, if Roderick were to fall right away, the entire country east of the Blue Line would become a battlefield. It would take time to take a long way back to the desert, but it was clear that the hardships would be indescribable. As the crisis approaches, borders between countries become stricter, security becomes more unstable, and all of this will hinder travelers who travel long distances.
“That’s not it. I told you. It has become ‘complicated’. If my godmother had only said that she would help me and then said, ‘I can’t do it because I don’t know~’, I would have just said that things went wrong. They say there is a way, but it’s a bit… um…”
“a little?”
“It sucks. both.”
Haaaa.
The professor had difficulty opening his mouth as if he had stuffed a whole boiled sweet potato into his mouth.
Aldrich was so frustrated with that situation that he unconsciously urged the professor.
“I can’t believe I have a choice. Isn’t it better than nothing? Please don’t talk nonsense. “What about the one that’s a little less shitty?”
“Go to the emperor of the empire and ask for help. “It’s not a cooperative relationship, but since the empire’s territory and the elf forest are on the border, there have been large and small encounters over a long period of time, and it seems like the emperor would know how to communicate with them.”
“Woah, you mean the emperor? “Agdan VII himself, who treats that person like an insect?”
“Well, there may be no need to confront him. “I have an old relationship with you, so I’ll write you a letter of recommendation, so I’ll use that as an excuse to give it a try.”
That letter of recommendation would be a key item similar to the archbishop’s handwritten letter. El-Farna, the great elf hero who helped Agdan II in the past to correct the foundations of the empire that had been dividing around high-ranking nobles, and who saved the human world against the undead army that came like a cloud 70 years ago.
With El Parna’s name and that of the Archbishop of the Church of Light, it was not impossible to meet the Emperor face to face, even from afar.
but….
“The problem is that we don’t know what or how much the psychopathic emperor will demand in return for connecting to the empire’s hotline.”
I guarantee you that if you just walked in front of the emperor with two letters, you would say, ‘I received your letters. Get out now, delivery man. help? I have no intention of talking to scum who are of no help to the empire.’ There was no doubt that if they heard the same thing, they would be kicked out. I heard that the young emperor of the empire has that kind of personality. Even if he were to listen to me, he would demand ridiculous things in return. Since he has acquired a high-class manpower called a warrior, he is like Hercules and insists that he will accept it if he completes all 12 tasks.
It’s probably the type of quest that you can’t just do, and have to slowly delve into the empire’s noble line and then proceed with a conversation with the emperor with your own power behind you. Ah, my head hurts already. Explaining to the nobles of the aging empire the benefits that can be gained by joining hands with the powerful Ro Haram Church in the eastern part of the Blue Line, playing tug-of-war with the nobles who secretly asked to divulge their names in a conversation with the emperor, Also, a significant number of nobles who are dissatisfied with the current regime will come to a ‘strongly armed foreigner who has the opportunity to have a conversation with the emperor’ and ask him to rip out the emperor’s head, offering all kinds of sweet talk…
Ugh, that’s terrible. Among GG’s quests, which are largely divided into ‘combat’ and ‘non-combat’ quests, this is the extreme ‘non-combat’ quest. A quest for territory aristocratic players armed with aristocratic skills such as [Aristocratic Speech], [Cunning], [Speech], and [Clumsy Murder].
Well, I’m also a bit of a slob in this area, so there’s nothing I can’t do…
I really, really, don’t want to get it dirty. It’s not like I have a taste for abusing myself, and there’s no way I’d want to step foot into the empire’s social world, which is full of old nobles who are just stagnant in the demon cave called the empire.
“Umm. It’s a conversation with the emperor… The forest elves also know that there’s nothing good about siding with the emperor, so as long as it’s successful, we can definitely cross the border of the forest. Is it time that matters?”
“It’s time.”
Actually, there were some things I didn’t want to do, but this was the biggest problem during this time. Imperial nobles are not something you can meet just because you want to meet them. If they don’t have a particularly well-known name, they are arrogant people who only need to build up a reputation, complete related quests, and catch the attention of nobles to meet them for about 5 minutes. Even if I were to push for a way to meet with the warrior name value, it would take another year to explain my plan and get them to agree. In the meantime, Roderick will completely fail and turn into a mute party.
In other words, this method is impossible regardless of the level of difficulty.
“As a wizard of the Reedflow school, I have some ties to the empire, but… I think it will be difficult to progress quickly. “Then what about the second method, which is not better?”
“….”
Puhaaaaa….
In response to Otman’s question, the professor let out a sigh.
“Shit. “Captain, what on earth are you doing so slow?”
“…Damn it. “It’s something I don’t even want to talk about.”
How I thought it would be better if it was a joke.
“Go to the only people who trade with elves now and get their help. At least forest elves appear when goods are exchanged. “I want you to meet me then, talk about it, and then go in.”
“….hmm?”
The expression that came out of my mouth made my companions look at ease.
“That… doesn’t seem like a bad offer?”
The werewolf’s expression seemed like he didn’t know why I was making such a fuss.
That’s certainly true in general terms. On one side is the emperor of the empire, and on the other is a merchant who trades with the elves. When we weighed the odds, it was clear that one side’s level of persuasion was overwhelmingly lower.
The problem is that this is not a common case at all.
While everyone was filled with hope, Lucilla, who was alone with a pale complexion, spoke in a trembling voice. As a merchant, this guy seemed to know who brought in goods made by elves.
“Well, if we trade with the forest elves… you mean ‘those’ people, right?”
“okay. ‘Those’ humans.”
“No, that’s ridiculous. I’m leaving here. “I never want to take that kind of risk…”
“hmm? Who on earth are you to make such a fuss? “Are they even barbarian nomads who kill people and take off their scalps?”
“Ugh, it’s a lot lower in comparison to that. “You can’t believe you compare them with a savage on horseback.”
“Hey, I can’t stand it anymore. So who? “Those elven traders!”
….gulp.
The name that I swung around in circles because I couldn’t bear to say it. I really didn’t like it, but I had no choice as it was the only option.
“A wizard.”
“….huh?”
“A wizard, a wizard. It is wind-type wizards who exchange goods with elves. Just as merchants hire wind-type wizards to smuggle goods across the Blue Line and float them across mountain ranges in balloons, they also trade with elves in the same way. “Meet them, go inside the trade tool, and meet the elf.”
The faces of the party members, who had been regaining vitality at the word wizard, suddenly died.
The group took turns looking at Aldrich, me, and Ottman out of the corner of their eyes.
“Hmm, more wizards here….”
“If you calculate the eccentricities that an average wizard performs in a month, if you add another wizard to this number of wizards….”
“Yes, yes. “Maybe something you worry about will happen.”
What happens? Nobody knows. The thing that scares me the most is that no matter what I do, I don’t know what will happen the moment I’m with those Cheadles.
Wind wizard. Those called Wind World Wizards were famous for their unpredictable personalities.
What if a water-type wizard or a fire-type wizard disappears before your eyes?
Oh, this guy must be in the water somewhere. Ah, it is possible to predict that this person will start a fire somewhere.
The Wind Wizard was not something that could be easily predicted. Just one second ago, I thought, ‘I’m craving tomato soup today. I say, ‘I don’t feel well,’ and when the waitress comes, I say, ‘I’ll order two plates of lamb steak, whole wheat bread, and Paul Doneb.’ These are people who say the same thing.
Wizards with wind-attribute mana were extremely capricious and at the pinnacle of ‘wizard-ness’. Like most wizards, he is a wizard who wanders the world, never staying in one place for even a moment, with the desire to become one with the nature of the magical power he works with.
A wizard without a magic tower. The Wind Wizard, the least numerous wizard among the four major attributes of Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth, was the key to the ‘easy’ method that the Great Mother mentioned.
“Let’s go towards persuading the emperor.”
“I think the Emperor would be good, Captain.”
“Gwok?”
“There’s no need for it, so just send it back to the top safely, please…”
Whenever it is said that it is impossible due to time constraints, the group all unanimously recommend the emperor’s method.
“….I am sorry.”
“Aaaah! Guidance of cursed mana! Flow of fate!”
“Crrrrr! I didn’t come down to the human world! “If it weren’t for those slavers, we wouldn’t have had to go through this tragedy!”
“Hehehe, hehehehe… I’ve worked so hard to save up so much money, but I can’t believe I’m leaving like this without even being able to use it all…”
“…Gwok?”
Unfortunately, when we were told that we had no choice, among the crying companions, only Notum, who had not yet fully understood the wizard’s spicy taste, was tilting his head.
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