182. Some crazy guy is chasing me with a knife (2)
Originally, this type of sword was not a magic sword.
They say it’s an evil spirit, but it’s not really an evil spirit.
Should I say that it is actually a part of the image?
However, in the past, a genius wizard realized an ingenious idea through a spell.
“Is there any way to pass on abilities to descendants?”
He pondered and pondered. The genius idea soon made it a reality.
However, although his magical talent was outstanding, his understanding of humans was poor.
The soul trapped in the sword with only one purpose existed for the sole purpose of teaching.
Because of this, he made blood flow from the ears of everyone who learned it.
That could not be a proper transfer of knowledge.
After the failure, the wizard created a way to transmit the skills of a swordsman or warrior, that is, the art of manipulating the body.
“We will pass down swordsmanship from generation to generation.”
The magic sword that was created was the Tutor.
“Did you say Dolph? “It seems like he really hated his descendants.”
Ruagarne said, licking her cheek with her tongue. It was an expression of embarrassment.
The Demon Sword Tutor actually touches the realm of necromancy, but it does not suck blood or turn the person holding it into a berserker.
What would happen if a human was trapped in a sword in spirit form?
The wizard did not know humans. I really didn’t know much. He ground the human spirit and soul.
So, a soul with only one purpose remained in the tutor.
The actor just does his job regardless of whether he dies or vomits blood from his ears.
I had to climb the mountain of death dozens of times to learn just one skill.
The soul trapped in the ‘tutor’ will disappear only if you overcome the opponent with the same sword skills as the opponent.
The treasure referred to here is probably.
“fence.”
Ruagarne blinked one eye.
“All you have to do is acquire swordsmanship. However, although your body won’t die, you won’t be able to endure the death of your mind. So rather than doing anything with that sword, it would be better to find another way to open the curtain.”
Ruagarne spoke, and Encred calmly looked at the sword once, then turned his gaze back to Ruagarne and asked.
“So you have to overcome death and learn swordsmanship?”
“Yes, this is ridiculous. “What kind of person could do that?”
Ruagarne’s tongue hit her cheek again. Is that similar to a human clicking his tongue?
“Oh, shit, that was my mistake. sorry.”
Kreis lowered his head.
“Huh, this is crazy. We can last for more than 15 days with the remaining food, but can’t we sell oysters below or above?”
Finn said. As expected, she was defeated, but a ranger is a ranger, and she immediately thought of another solution.
And Esther slept face down.
Is he sleepy even in this situation?
Encred thought while looking at everyone.
‘So you just have to risk death to learn swordsmanship?’
“Hey, um, does that sound like a scam?”
For some reason, it seemed like the boatman would come out in my dream and mutter something like this.
To be honest, compared to being surrounded by a bunch of gnolls and being poisoned to death at the end.
‘Isn’t it easy?’
Encred frowned. I wonder if this is really true.
It really feels so easy, but since when did things in this world become this easy?
Probably not.
All I have to do is learn swordsmanship?
No way.
“What is the probability that it is another trap?”
“Well, if there’s even a hook attached, I’ll see what I can do.”
Ruagarne spoke while showing her smooth palm.
Encred said after reflecting again on whether that was really all.
“I will do it.”
“Experiencing death multiple times is really not easy. Shall I show you what happens right now?”
Ruagarne got angry. The human mind wears out easily. Yes, I know that Encred is a great guy who moves forward without backing down.
My skills suddenly improved, and I also got a glimpse of something ridiculous and unknown.
But for mortals, death is the worst experience of any kind.
Enduring that was something that could not even be attempted without a great deal of discipline.
“Even among the priests who worship the god of patience and suffering, nine out of ten failed.”
A tutor was something like that.
Now, there are only a few items left on the entire continent.
But that’s the one here.
Antiques are things that collectors would want even if they had to spend gold coins to get them.
‘You’re setting a trap here.’
It seemed like the veil couldn’t be opened unless it was a magician who could use the right spell.
Ruagarne was not very well versed in magic, but she knew it to some extent.
I tried hitting the curtain with a whip just in case, but as expected there were no scratches.
It was clear that it was an awkward situation.
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“I will do it again.”
In the meantime, Kreis grabbed his sword again.
“It keeps chasing me, it looks like a berserker.”
I let go of my sword like the wind. It wasn’t even a matter of holding and letting go.
That was also the core of the magic sword called Tutor.
‘If you let go of your sword, you can go back.’
You can give up at any time if you want to. It’s easy to give up. Then, perhaps the curse tied to that demonic sword called Tutor will never be lifted.
Overcoming the mound of death was impossible unless you had a special constitution that made you feel joy every time you died.
Of course, Encred himself was not that kind of pervert.
‘I don’t think it will be difficult.’
I couldn’t help but feel this way. Hasn’t there been something you’ve done so far?
I wondered if this might become a wall again and a boatman would come out, but it doesn’t seem to be the case.
“Damn, I really thought it was something like picking up a fairy tale in passing.”
Chrys, who sometimes becomes a fool when he gets Crona, kept complaining about his suffering.
“Should we divide the food into small portions and try to survive as long as we can? “Don’t you think the veil will fade over time?”
Finn spoke realistically and worried about the future.
“It was unexpected.”
Even Ruagarne expressed his embarrassment.
Scratching.
Encred was calm.
So I calmly held the sword again.
“Enki!”
Ruagarne raised her voice in an unusual way, but that was the end. Soon it was muddy again.
It was the second time.
The moment Encred stepped on the muddy ground and became aware of his surroundings, he immediately swung his sword.
earth!
He struck horizontally and pushed the opponent’s blade away.
The opponent’s sword, which seemed to be retreating, bent and pierced his side.
Encred reacted immediately and swung his sword downward.
visor.
When the blades clashed, a cheerful sound was heard.
Phew.
The wind blows from somewhere and the fog clears.
I saw a guy with an iron head, blue flame eyes, and a body partially covered in plate armor.
‘Heart of mighty strength.’
not moving.
‘But it seems a bit like foul play that this doesn’t work.’
It didn’t matter.
All I had to do was recognize it as a spirit world, the front yard of an evil spirit, or something similar.
This has happened once before.
It’s only once, but I’ve had to repeat today at the cost of my life once or twice.
And thanks to that experience, once was enough to do some things.
For example, if you were to recognize the situation, all you had to do was once.
Therefore, Encred was able to remain calm even though he was unfamiliar with the current situation.
“iced coffee.”
The voice comes out.
I opened my mouth as a test, and the sound came out just fine.
“Do you even know how to speak?”
The answer was a sword instead of words.
puck!
The armor holding the cold sword hit me like it was splashing muddy mud.
Hung.
A heavy blow, a slash falling from above.
Not only is it a combination of speed and power, but the trajectory of the downward strike is also difficult.
Encred blocked it in the same way.
Block and push. Then the other person stabbed his side in the same way. Encred’s response was the same.
Just as I was repeating the same thing over and over again as if in a play, the blade suddenly shot up.
No, it was a sword attack that was planned from the beginning.
The blade rising from below seemed to have caught his chin. En Creed bent his left knee and twisted his waist.
He picked, and the blade grazed his cheek on the right side of his chin and grazed the area around his forehead.
Encred’s sword cut into the man’s waist through the gap created by dodging by twisting his body.
Ta-ang.
‘Are you blocking this too?’
As they repeatedly exchanged swords, Encred became intoxicated with the situation. He continued to swing his sword. He tried to read the other person’s intentions by opening the door to his sixth sense, but failed.
The price came in the form of a body.
The iron blade pierced Encred’s chest.
Let’s stab Ruagarne in the area where it would freak out and wake up.
“after.”
A tingling pain spread from my heart to my entire body.
died again.
It is the second death. However, the body was fine. The heart is pounding and there is pain, but the person is not truly dead.
So you’re saying this is something that’s hard to bear, right?
No, isn’t this okay?
I guess it’s a lot better than actually dying, right?
“Did you get stabbed there?”
Ruagarneda was right next to it. Encred nodded and stood up.
After taking a few breaths, I was fine. She deserved a move. It’s not like you’re seriously injured.
‘If you hold it, you will suffer the pain of death. That moment is short-lived and all you have to do is steal and learn swordsmanship.’
It was somehow very familiar.
“It’s stupid. Trying itself is stupid, unless you want to go crazy… … .”
But was Ruagarne nagging this much?
For no reason, Encred remembered the first day of repetition.
Hasn’t that stabbing from back then become something you’ve become accustomed to and become your own skill?
In Encred’s eyes, he also saw Froc, who was absorbed in nagging.
In addition, the sword he was holding a moment ago, the Demon Sword Tutor, is said to be inhabited by something resembling an evil spirit with amazing swordsmanship.
“Is it right to do this this way?”
Encred calmly ignored the nagging. He swung his sword instead. It showed shape. He unfolded what he saw and learned from his opponents.
His meaning was clear. To train or train.
Ruagarne stopped nagging and looked at Encred without blinking.
Ruagarne moved her lips and spit out what she was thinking.
“Did you hurt your head? “Has it already taken a toll?”
I wasn’t hurt. Encrid did not shake his head or add anything to Ruagarne’s words, but swung his sword as he pleased and muttered.
It seemed as if a trace of something was emerging.
“No, was it like this?”
In Ruagarne’s view, Encred is slow and sluggish. Sluggish and sluggish. He was a human being who significantly lacked the talent to move his body or wield a sword.
‘I can only increase this much by teaching myself and this body?’
Roagarnet calls himself a scholar. Just because he was a scholar, he wasn’t a prog who just sat around and sold books.
She also studied swordsmanship. Ruaga Rene’s understanding was so deep that she had a great influence on the swordsmanship of the leading families of the Central Continent.
It wasn’t a frock that I bought for a long time for no reason.
She was a prog recognized for things other than her military power.
What was especially outstanding was his ability to teach.
Nevertheless, Encred’s skills improved slowly, really slowly.
Of course, there were moments when I couldn’t understand it.
The moment I faced an unbelievable crisis, I changed completely in an instant.
No preparations, no signs, no signs.
My skills quickly improved without anything else.
Even for Ruagarne, this was his first time seeing a person like this.
A person who is incomprehensible, incomprehensible, and cannot be understood by anything he knows.
“Can you take a look at this? “You’re trapped anyway.”
Suddenly, at the words spoken calmly, Ruagarne once again spoke out what was in her heart.
“I think I hurt my head.”
“Kyaa.”
The leopard lying down next to me also nodded.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
Kreis also asked.
“What, isn’t there an evil spirit?”
Finn said with anxiety.
Encred calmly swung his sword again. He couldn’t be said to be perfect. In reality, it was clumsy.
But in Ruagarne’s eyes, the sword’s intention was visible.
If the opponent is in front of you, drive them to the left and follow up with a stab.
Encred moved similarly.
First of all, using my feet and a few other things were problematic.
So now, Encred was in the process of implementing the form.
This is the moment when Ruagarne is about to say something.
“I guess we can see it again.”
Encred spoke and immediately grabbed his sword again.
“You crazy bastard. Totally crazy bastard.”
Ruagarne was once again impressed.
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