Episode 266 < Family interview. (3) >
4.
“I’m sorry.”
slowly.
The Heretic Questioner knelt down.
“I was wrong, guys.”
The Sanwa tribe, who were watching the Heretic Questioner from afar, held their breath. ‘Huh,’ ‘Sigh!’ ‘Huh!’ No matter how much the truth has been revealed, the Heretic Questioner was a god they had worshiped for thousands of years. He was a transcendent person who provided care from the beginning, and a father who showed the Sanwa tribe both glory and prosperity.
The godman knelt before them.
“I am aware that I am by no means normal. I think I’m normal, but other people… … Especially since I said it wasn’t Death King, hmmm. Probably not. Then, as you said, the term ‘psycho’ might also suit me!”
-why.
Sameslam spoke on behalf of the entire Sanwa tribe.
-Why does psycho happen to be…? … .
“It’s not a very rare story. She was kidnapped by the mafia when she was about three years old. I don’t know if it was taken away because my parents couldn’t pay, or if they took a useful child from the orphanage. “We have already killed all the people who could tell us that.”
-…….
“I was trained how to kill people, how to keep them alive without killing them, how to cut people like steel into hundreds of pieces of iron and tear them down and turn them into your subordinates, and how to charm people. I learned this by looking over my shoulder and peeking into the process of an organization collapsing from within and being destroyed from the outside. I am a person who only knows these things. I can’t help it… … .”
The Heretic Questioner sighed.
Then his expression brightened and he looked at Sameslam.
“I thought I shouldn’t teach you [these things]!”
-Why?
“what. These are the things I can do best and are the best at. Still, you didn’t want to live a life like me. If there are too many people like me in the tower, it will be difficult! For me, just me is enough.”
The Heretic Questioner smiled brightly.
“of course… . Still, I couldn’t not teach them anything. Dear Sanwa tribe. The world, this world, is not an easy place. It is truly a scary place. “If you just sit still, something will happen to you one day, and you may even be kidnapped like me.”
-…….
“I had to raise you to be strong.”
The Heretic Questioner.
He used all his knowledge to develop the civilization of the Sanwa people.
“There is no such thing as a person in the world who can be completely trusted. If there is, only 1 person. It is like a miracle that is granted only once in your life, and it solely depends on your luck in life. So ignore it. Ignore others and control others before they betray you.”
They captured all the remaining tribes and made them slaves.
They were locked in a cave to prevent them from betraying, the cave was divided into hundreds of sections and isolated, and a watchtower was installed to watch the slaves at all times.
“Then, there will be no need to be afraid of this world.”
-…….
“Because I’m a psycho. “I’m sorry that my father is a psycho.”
There was a dark silence in the jungle.
Sameslam slowly raised his head and looked at the Heretic Questioner.
-Father Kukra.
“yes.”
-You’re a psycho, though. Still, he tried to teach us only the most moderate, most common sense, and most valuable things in his head.
“That’s right.”
-The house was made with boards for the walls and a hammock for the roof due to the lack of living expenses. Even though it was a house that could easily collapse and collapse due to cold rain and wind, my father tried to make the best house for us. is not it?
“I did.”
-In that case, it’s done.
Sameslam released its tentacles.
I grabbed the hilt of the great sword that was stuck in the ground.
-You tried to teach us your best. You hid the worst of yourself and never asked us to understand. but,
“than me.”
『I hope you at least become a better person than me.』
-He really just did his best to take care of us.
-I am like that father… . No matter how many shortcomings there were, I don’t want to curse you and ask why you gave birth to us and why you raised us.
Cheoeok.
Sameslam pulled a greatsword from the ground and placed it on his shoulder and on his shell.
-I’m glad you’re my father.
“…….”
-perhaps.
Sameslam laughed.
The Sanwa tribe, who always had an expressionless expression and only laughed when they smiled, became the first person in history to become the chairman of the Huaxia Council and ruled for several decades, lifted his lips and smiled brightly.
-I might be a little happy at this moment.
“…….”
-For telling me and us that you’re sorry. thanks.
and.
-Thank you so much. father.
[Quest progress.]
[Voting for the Sanwa tribe begins.]
[no. 1. It was nice to be guided by you.]
[No.2. I hated being led by you.]
Slurp.
Fireflies began to fly from the jungle.
No, if you look closely, it wasn’t a firefly.
The Sanwa tribe bending down at the base of a palm tree. A Sanwa tribe clinging to a wooden pillar. The Sanwa tribe spread out their bodies in the canopy of a tree. The Sanwa tribe was hiding in a shady part of the jungle, where they listened to the conversation between Sameslam and the Inquisitor.
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[Voting is in progress.]
A bluish light emanated from the bodies of the Sanwa tribe, then they separated and flew into the air. From a distance, it looked like a firefly.
Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands of fireflies flew through the palm trees and jungle and rose into the sky, into the dark night sky. Numerous fireflies twinkled, making me feel as if I was floating in the middle of the Milky Way rather than a jungle.
[Vote counting completed.]
A voice rang out in the Milky Way Forest.
Like a little bell.
[Vote rate 2: 22.5 percent]
[Vote rate 1: 77.5 percent]
[Please note that number 1 received more than half of the votes.]
“…….”
The Heretic Questioner looked up at the night sky in confusion.
The Milky Way swirls blue and green in the dark sky.
The Heretic Questioner was simply distracted by the breathtaking dance of fireflies and falling stars.
『I’m glad you are my father.』
Maybe Sameslam’s words just now took away everything from him.
that.
As long as I live with the Heretic Questioner, I will find out at any time.
[Stage cleared.]
[The 40th floor stage has been cleared!]
5.
-that’s right. Money is the best.
The fairies shrugged their shoulders.
Besides her, many other fairy people said, “That’s right.” “Life without money is terrible.” “Do we have no money without Gao?” He expressed his enthusiastic agreement. If the elves before returning were fanatics of the Flame Emperor, on this continent the elves were fanatics, apostles, and evangelists of the Golden Almightyism.
hmm.
I have great doubts about the race of elves themselves… .
-My mother’s words are so profound that I cannot refute them. To be honest, we were just curious so we asked. What are you thinking… … Why did we raise our fairies to be misers who only care about money?
“I feel relieved that I have fully satisfied your curiosity.”
The Count chuckled.
“If you knew how much it costs to talk to me, filial piety would naturally arise. After all, every minute and every second is precious. Well, since I watched you like I was raising my children, I’ll call this a parent discount service.”
-The discount service is good. I gratefully accept it.
The fairies bowed their heads gracefully.
-Well, since I received the service, I would like to ask one more question.
“I don’t know who you learned it from, but you are frugal. Well, ask me.”
-Why are you still so stubborn about making money?
“Hmm.”
The Count blinked.
The fairies were also blinking.
“What does it mean?”
-Didn’t your mother tell you that money makes many things easier? If you want to learn music, you can learn it. Even if you want to do something else, you can do something else. So that you can even think happily about your own life. We completely agree.
“however?”
-How long do you plan to earn?
The fairies tilted their heads.
-Mom, it seems like you have a lot of assets. Now, aren’t you free to do whatever you want, what you want to do, what you want to worry about? Don’t you already have enough life to choose from without needing to make more money?
“…….”
-Why do you earn more?
The fairies opened their mouths.
-What are you going to do?
-What do you want to do?
-What are you trying to think about?
-why?
The jungle was dark.
So the whispers of the fairies seemed to come from the forest, branches, and leaves at the same time.
-What are you doing?
-Is there something you really want to do?
-Are you worried about something?
-now?
“…….”
The Count held a fan.
Kuuk.
As the fan was rolled up, the Count’s expression was revealed. The Hunter, ranked 5th in rank, was staring straight ahead with an expressionless expression, anger that had been too long and too frequent to be revealed to his face, and that he had not even a trace of anger left to express.
“Trash… .”
The anger that left nothing but dregs first gave off such a bad smell,
“It will change the world.”
Once filtered through the air, it was refined into sentences.
“Oh my god, there is so much trash.”
-…….
Even after being refined once, the voice was too disturbing for the fairies to handle. An auror fluttered over the earl’s shoulder. Even the Count, who originally had difficulty handling Aurors well, has become somewhat accustomed to them after going through previous stages.
With the auror he had become accustomed to, the Count was revealing the color of his heart.
“Listen. There is one thing I realized as I was born in a garbage mountain, grew up in a garbage village, and moved to a garbage city. “It’s really a unique realization, and it makes me feel kind of lucky to have been born in a trash can.”
-…What is it?
“Trash that washed up in the sea, trash that fell while flying in the sky, trash that was buried under the ground, trash that was thrown away after rolling somewhere, is trash that is less dirty than [humans].”
The Count laughed strangely.
It was a laugh.
“But I couldn’t find a professional cleaning company that only cleans humans anywhere. So I thought. “If this market is such a blue ocean, shouldn’t I take the lead first?”
-…….
“I will get rid of these trash people with money.”
The Count crossed his arms and smiled.
“Of course, I don’t think all humans are trash. at all! Quite the opposite. Indeed, many people believe that it sparkles more beautifully than starlight. The distance between stars is very far, so it is difficult for beautiful people to meet each other… … It’s just difficult. “If you look back from afar, you can see countless stars decorating the night sky.”
Are you thinking of someone?
The Count tilted the corners of his lips as if he was pleased.
“They need a cleaner like me for them.”
-How do you mean?
A fairy asked.
-Do you rescue those who shine with money?
-Do you use money to drive out bad guys?
-how?
The Count burst into laughter at the fairies’ question.
“Is there a need for that!”
That laugh was boisterous.
“There’s no need to be a hero. There is absolutely no need to wear bat wings and fly across the border between illegal and legal, to spin a web between crimes to save poor victims, and to raise a huge shield to block them.”
The Count’s voice was firm.
“Just spend the money!”
And it was simple.
“Just let me make money!”
Establishment of a proper economy.
“Good companies and bad companies. Good organizations and bad organizations. Good business and bad business. Good people and bad people… . okay. There are many people who have difficulty distinguishing them. Those who wonder how and when they can see [human nature]. Most people who harbor such curiosity artificially create such an environment, saying that such things can only be seen in [extreme situations], but this is nonsense. Do you understand? Listen carefully.”
And praise for undistorted circulation.
“It’s about human nature.”
Constructing quantification over aggravation.
“It is something you can finally see, not when you have nothing, but when you have everything.”
perhaps.
I trust people more than anyone else.
“I sprinkle money, good people show their good nature with it, but scumbags start to stink. Even so, what I do doesn’t change! give money It makes you money! It fattens them and makes their meat fragrant. Until they become corrupt on their own, until they commit crimes on their own, I will invest my money in them.”
It might be that woman smiling on a rock in the middle of the jungle.
“And if any person or company turns out to be a rotten piece of trash…” what.”
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.
“The heroic people to whom I have sponsored a lot of money will take care of it.”
“For that, I am constantly, as you say, earnestly earning money. Sometimes, well, unavoidable situations happen in life. “By breaking the law a little.”
Sangryeonju smiled brightly.
“This is why I make money.”
Suddenly.
The fairies were looking up at the Count blankly.
Her gaze was a little more hazy than when she regarded and worshiped the Count as a god. From the beginning, the fairies were not very enthusiastic about religion. I was faithful to God’s command to make money, but I was not faithful to God itself. Among all races, fairies were among the most religious.
“and.”
but.
“That’s also why I raised you.”
Today was different.
There was definitely something like faith seeping into the eyes of the fairy looking up at the Count.
A yearning for someone higher than oneself. Respect for those who have walked before you. Respect for those who point further than oneself.
“You are far more capable than most of the merchants who work in my tower. of course. They just live their lives and make money, but you people just live your lives by making money. Do you understand? “You are merchants from birth.”
-…….
“I can’t wait for people like you to come to my tower. sincerely. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”
The Count stood up.
The fairies flinched.
Regardless, the Count got down from his seat and walked towards the fairies surrounding him.
“A person who knows how to make money.”
one person.
“A person who sees through the flow of funds and materials.”
one person.
Every time the Count walked in front of the elves, he raised a fan and gently supported the tip of the elf’s chin with the tip of the fan. And then he made eye contact with the fairy in front of him. The fairies seemed to be dazzled by the count’s eyes and could never avoid her gaze.
“A person who finds pleasure in making money, but also finds other pleasures at the same time. Those who worry about what this money is for. A person who finds worrying to be a pleasure. in short… … .”
One by one, the Count raised the chins of dozens of people, looked into hundreds of eyes, and spoke to tens of thousands of ears.
“People like me.”
The jungle was dark.
So the Count’s whisper seemed to come from the forest, the branches, and the leaves all at the same time.
“My children.”
said the count.
“Follow me.”
The fairies’ breathing slowed.
“This continent is small. It’s just a corner of the universe. Even if you are well-versed in the logistics of the corner and have a monopoly on the things in the corner, what’s the point in that? follow me Follow me, climb the tower, and seize all the streams of money flowing freely in the universe, tearing apart and trampling all the wealth accumulated in the universe, so that everything from a gold coin floating around the world to a handful of wire discarded in a trash can flows without interruption.”
“I need you.”
Already, the eyes of the fairies were hazy.
“I will love you.”
The fairies’ breath was redder than their body temperature.
“I am the head of all merchants. He is the master of commercial communication. “Become my children and join me in causing all the world’s trash to be swept away by the waves.”
The fairies were shocked to see the woman who was once their god.
And then I looked at the woman who was now my mother.
“Would you like to follow me?”
It didn’t take long for the fairy’s lips to part.
-yes… .
dark jungle.
The palm tree forest, branches, and long, wide leaves were whispering at the same time.
-yes. mother.
[Quest progress.]
[Voting for the Fairy tribe begins.]
[Vote counting completed.]
The Count smiled as white as the moon.
[Vote rate 2: 11.60 percent]
[Vote rate 1: 88.40 percent]
[Please note that number 1 received more than half of the votes.]
Grumble.
As I unfolded my fan to cover the lower part of my face, the moon embracing my smile split in half.
“Thank you all.”
The Count had a slanted half-moon on his lips.
“Come with me and flush the world down the toilet.”
and.
[Stage cleared.]
[The 41st floor stage has been cleared!]
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