Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Sword Master Chapter 112

Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Sword Master (112)

Francis answered briefly.

“yes that’s right.”

A way of speaking that leaves the other person talking without answering all their questions.

Gordon’s eyebrows twitched as intended.

Since joining the United Council and rising to my current position, I have never been dragged around by anyone. Even the members of the United Council, with the exception of two or three, were busy groveling to him, not to mention the adventurers.

However, Francis was now acting as if he had forgotten his position.

The old wizard’s eyes naturally turned to her back.

‘Are you coming out recklessly, trusting that chief elder?’

Russell, who did not avoid his gaze but returned his gaze, tilted his head with an expression as if he was looking at something.

There was one difference in hierarchy, but it was very close to the 8th hierarchy.

Since he was superior to Gordon in terms of actual combat experience, there was a high possibility that he would suffer a loss if he faced him properly. Even so, he would have lived longer as a politician than as a wizard.

But Gordon Haywood soon withdrew his thoughts.

‘No, that girl can’t be that stupid. The daughter of Njord, the thing that crawled back up from the bottom after losing everything she had. In that case, you seem to believe that you can avoid offending me, but it seems that the trading material is quite large.’

Even if he returned to Class A, Aquamarine was still not in a position to face him.

However, it was because of that keyword that Gordon responded to the rude invitation that came in the middle of the night.

[Evidence from 8 years ago].

The day when the most dangerous plot was carried out in the Maritime Union, which cannot even be called history yet. It was an allusion to an incident that occurred before Gordon even settled in Atlantis and is being desperately covered up by the current rulers.

‘If I could just get that into my hands, I could make more than half of the ‘United Council’ submit or fill it with my people.’

The most important thing in parliamentary politics was how much control one had over the people who made up the parliament.

Gordon Haywood.

The 8th rank archmage from a foreign land indeed had tremendous influence, but in the end he had to experience the situation of an outsider. The limits of attracting people with sticks and carrots were clear, and their popularity among the citizens of Atlantis was low.

Even after joining the ‘Crack Preservation Sect’, he was in competition with Pablo, who was one step inferior to him, so he had no choice but to be tempted by this bait.

“You’re so anxious about this old man. “Why don’t you tell me the main point?”

“If Rep. Gordon says that much, I shouldn’t hold back what I have to say, too.”

“Please. “I am ready to listen.”

In front of Gordon, who took a step back, Francis began his story with a look on his face that said he had been waiting.

In addition to the information Leonard dug up, it was a story full of eight years of hard work she had collected herself.

Among them, the report about one man was decisive.

“Christopher Conrad, you know, right?”

“Of course. “I enjoyed watching the betting duel that day.”

“So, what do you mean, that scum had a secret meeting with the person sent by Pablo right before the betting duel, and took a suspicious drug?”

He had heard the trick directly from Pablo’s mouth.

However, like a seasoned politician, Gordon, who did not even raise his eyebrows, asked back with a puzzled expression.

“You’re not taking issue with his doping, are you?”

“What would you do if you dragged a corpse out of the grave? “What should be the problem is not the doping, but the drug used for doping.”

Memories of that day are stimulated by what Francis said.

The ‘leap’ that Pablo, who had made a mistake that was not a mistake, made a leap of faith in response to my words.

I remembered seeing something that resembled a dark red bead.

As an archmage, I sensed an unidentifiable ominousness within it, but I just assumed that it was like any medicine with side effects.

“After the betting duel, I took some of its fragments and examined them. “This is what the chief elder here personally inspected.”

At the same time, Russell took out a wad of paper from his pocket and flew it in front of Gordon.

The floating magic activated without chanting sent the wad of paper flying at a very gentle speed, landing on the palm of my hand. Gordon said nothing more and began reading the report.

It was some time after that.

“… … “Is this really true?”

For the first time, the old wizard’s voice trembled as his face hardened.

It had to be that way.

The Jack Russell responded by nodding his head once, as if he knew he would react that way.

“It’s true. “I put the authority of the Magic Tower and my name on the line.”

We couldn’t even say we were close, but that’s why a more trustworthy relationship exists.

A vortex of mana as powerful as a storm arose around Gordon’s body, which even received Russell’s notarization.

If he were not careful, he too could have been dragged into the abyss.

‘Pablo… ! This lunatic has truly crossed the line!’

What was recorded in the report was very simple.

It was an experiment to examine the pattern and mutation state of magical power remaining in corpse fragments and trace its source.

And what remained in the fragments of Conrad’s body was the influence of a power that could not exist in this world. The remnants of a foreign body reaching out from beyond the ‘crack’ were detected.

Just like the crack preservation faction of the , they may pursue the benefits, but the act of directly associating with the and dealing with alien gods was taboo on all continents.

“He is active as a crack preservationist and he directly led the incident eight years ago. “I am guessing that this is part of an operation to join forces with to swallow up this maritime alliance.”

Francis’ soft voice awakened Gordon, who was filled with indignation.

“But Rep. Gordon is different from those guys, right? You had nothing to do with the incident eight years ago, and you would never have had anything to do with ‘Crack’. “Isn’t that right?”

Gordon’s mind spun at super speed for an instant.

Which side is it beneficial to join hands with or not?

Is it the right time to cut off Pablo or not?

Is the hand card that Francis holds reliable enough to decide my position or not?

‘Tsk, I guess I have no choice but to join in on gambling.’

He chose.

“It’s just as Director Francis thinks. “I’m glad you came to the right place.”

Above all, for magicians, ‘cracks’ were a material for studying their power and by-products, not something that could be negotiated or coexisted with.

As the degree of contamination of progresses and it degenerates into a demonic world, the rituals and laws of the world that exist within it are greatly weakened.

Although their form may be ugly, they are different from warriors who can become more powerful than before. Although it was possible to become a being subject to the Rift itself and manipulate alien laws, the same thing was true: that one would have to give up everything one had learned and mastered.

“But this report alone is not enough. “There’s no way that careful bastard wouldn’t have created an escape hole.”

“of course. “Have I not even told you my main point yet?”

To Gordon, who was trying to stay away until the end, Francis leaned out his upper body and whispered softly.

“This report is nothing more than proof that Pablo and Rep. Gordon cannot go together. “You still don’t know how to prove what happened eight years ago, right?”

“Hmm, now that I think about it, I haven’t heard it yet.”

“I’ll tell you straight.”

Francis, with a deliberate pause and a smile on his face, dropped the bomb.

“Aquamarine’s second ship, the Pequod, which sank eight years ago, is now wandering around as a ghost ship.”

“… … “What?”

“And the ship that sank the Pequod is that Moby Dick.”

Even though it has been a long time since Gordon Heywood turned his attention to politics rather than magic, the knowledge he accumulated as a wizard does not disappear.

There were few magical phenomena at sea more interesting than a ghost ship, and the conditions for their occurrence and behavior were still remembered.

So I immediately realized the meaning of what Francis said.

“… indeed. “It can only be evidence that Moby Dick participated in the incident eight years ago.”

The Ghost Ship’s principle of action is completely based on revenge.

Just by the Pequod attacking Moby Dick, it was as if causality had been proven.

If Ahab, who became the core of Pequod, could testify with his memories from his lifetime, all the citizens of Atlantis would have no choice but to agree, even if it were the words of an undead.

After listening to that point, Gordon decided to take his side.

“Director Francis, I owe you a big debt.”

Francis secretly clenched his fist after learning that the negotiations had been successfully concluded.

Yet, he smiled without showing it at all.

“No, Representative Gordon is the right person to be the head of the ‘United Council’. “I was just trying to make myself look better.”

Gordon, with a fake smile, extended his hand to Francis.

“Huh, really? “Then it was a complete success.”

“Oh my god, is this really true?”

“Prepare a location and means of communication out of Pablo’s sight. He did something that should not be done either as a councilor or as an adventurer. “If we leave him alone any longer, he will become a nuisance to the entire maritime alliance.”

“I feel reassured when the congressman says that. “The squad leader and members will also be able to sleep comfortably.”

The hands the two people shook were extremely cold, but their gaze was not as if they were contemplating how to tear apart their prey.

Gordon and Francis smiled without any hesitation.

Both had facial expressions that were far from peaceful, with their fangs clearly exposed.

* * *

Capital Atlantis.

District 2, the outskirts of the commercial street.

At a low-cost restaurant that sells food from a stand with a few seats on the side of the road, a boy set down his empty bowl.

It was Leonard.

‘For something cheap, the taste and quantity of the food are good. Most adventurers would use a street stall like this rather than a high-end restaurant, so they had no choice but to make it good for the sake of reputation.’

If you play with food to those who use force to fill their mouths, you will not die well.

Even if they were not grade B or A, adventurers were much stronger than ordinary people. If you offended someone for no reason and got stabbed once or twice, you could die on the spot.

It was not for nothing that people who ran guesthouses in Jungwon did not live long.

Leonard shook off the trivial thoughts and recalled the night before.

It was about Herman Melville.

‘… He was a talented person who exceeded my expectations.’

Neither Leonard nor Herman fought with all their might, but it was possible to guess the outline.

What if you use all four cutlasses?

What if you can also use non-geomsul and fishy swordsmanship?

Herman’s strength, which was built in his head, was already at a level comparable to that of Yeon Moo-hyeok. Is the Transcendence seen from the Cardenas family on par with or half as high as Fabian, the commander of the Dragon Knights?

‘But is Pablo stronger than Herman? Even though he has a chance to try again, he doesn’t seem to be able to win?

Herman was a man with a wandering nature who could not settle down, and was often called a horseman in the central plains.

There must be a lot of resistance because he was forced to hold on to that, but despite this, he is putting off fighting Pablo again.

There was only one reason why.

This is because the odds of winning are very slim.

“Howdy.”

It was then.

The man sitting next to him naturally said hello.

“I don’t think we’re in a position to exchange greetings.”

“It’s chilly! “You seemed more energetic when you were stabbing, is that how you are in normal times?”

Leonard, who had sensed this pretense of popularity, was not surprised at all, and neither was the other person.

Sword Master Herman, who ordered one of the menu items, spoke.

“hey.”

“What.”

Herman, who laughed at his grumpy attitude, made an unexpected proposal.

“If I told you to have a duel tonight, would you do it?”

Leonard said casually.

“Where?”

fantasy,