Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 827

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Chapter 827

Episode 208. The Barmal Alliance will do what the Barmal Alliance has to do (4)

When the red owl completed its space jump, the scenery that appeared was a beach full of the Milky Way. The kingdom of Shucheron, the area where Jin went to meet the contractor of Olmango after becoming a jockey in the past.

“Ugh… … It seems that there is nothing to regurgitate now. Damn it, Reet Nom! disrespect me so much… … ?”

“I drew it hard because I thought of you while I was busy, but don’t do that too much, Murakan.”

“Next time I go to the Garden of Swords, I won’t leave you alone… … really.”

Murakan looked at the tavern on the beach with a drawn face. A warm orange light was dimly illuminating the surroundings. It was the pub where Jo Geobi, the contractor of All Mango, worked.

And now, not only Ormango, but also Katam, Oaks, and Telpen had their seats in the tavern. The safe area they asked Jin to go to is this bar.

Jin and Murakan looked at the tavern and fell into memories for a while.

Memories of the first vacation together with Tikan colleagues and the opening of Temar’s second tomb sealed in a giant clam in the sea and meeting Sara were coming to mind.

“Oh, Sir Jin!”

[jin?]

[It’s Jin!]

All Mango’s contractor Jo Geobi, Oaks (god of frames), and Telpen (god of pencils) greeted Jin. The three of them were playing a card game.

“long time no see. How are the gods?”

“Hello.”

[Muh, Murakan!?]

[Murakan!?]

“Ah, stop being surprised when you see me! Aren’t you crazy about the old days now?”

[Hmm. Right.]

[I hear you’ve almost regained your old strength, congratulations.]

“Thank you.”

Ox and Telpen smiled shyly. And Jin looked at the two gods curiously.

‘Gods whose powers are so low that they can manifest freely without a contractor… … .’

Ox and Telpen were literally miscellaneous gods among miscellaneous gods. Some scholars classify them as spirit creatures or special creatures rather than gods.

‘Do these people actually have special abilities like Olmango-sama?’

At the moment of curiosity, Jogeobi rolled his eyes and called out Mango.

[jin! It’s Jin! Cookies, crisp crunchy Did you bring the Ritra cookies… … !]

“Because I heard about Katam-nim at Geomhwangji, I couldn’t take care of it, Olmango-nim. By the way, Tikan must have been sending quite a few cookies on a regular basis.”

[Huh… … Cookies won’t be left after these guys come. Since the number of mouths has increased by three, you need three times as many. Thanks to that, I can only eat fish and shellfish.]

“Anyway, every time I see a man called the god of clams, all I can say is cookie. I have the best spirit.”

[Your god won’t like it very much, Murakan. Solderlet’s friend must have wanted to consume something other than aura, right?]

“Let’s assume it is. Anyway, I have some business with a nobleman who is a new artist, so let’s finish it quickly. this body is busy Come to think of it, I can’t see only that man.”

[Katam is working with the contractor in the room over there.]

Keitam was the only one among the new gods to have a contractor.

“work? what work?”

[What kind of work would the artist’s god do? Of course he would paint. So wait a bit, if you touch it while working… … .]

jump! Murakan suddenly opened the door before Olmango finished speaking. The entire interior of the room was plastered with picture boards and picture hooks, and among them, a man and an incarnated Katam could be seen struggling.

“Aaaaaagh! What are you doing, don’t touch me while I’m working, I begged you so much!”

[Who are you, what kind of idiot did this? He was freaking out to die. I’m not afraid to live the wrath of God… … What, Murakan? Hey, hey mango. This friend Murakan is right… … ?]

“… … Sir Jin?”

As soon as the man and Katam saw the two of them, they softened their anger and relaxed their expressions.

“Ayu, Jin-kyung. If you had told me in advance, I would have gone out and waited. Oh, sorry for looking weird for a while. I’m a bit sensitive during work, so I don’t even know Jin, and I made this mistake. I was just drawing the Garden of Swords.”

The man was Billy, Katam’s contractor.

[That, nice to meet you. Murakan, I am Keitam, the God of Painters. I don’t know about you, but I had a pretty close relationship with Solderlet… … A god who granted his important request. So, I was surprised and screamed a little, so please don’t hit me.]

“Well, it looks like he was concentrating on something, but I’m sorry. I was in a bit of a hurry because I wanted to go home quickly.”

[No, no. I don’t care. I am the one who called Jin and you. Rather, I called and couldn’t even greet you properly. … But this kid! If you are Murakan, then everything? Do you know how hard I am right now!? f*cking Ziffle guys are plagued with demon stones or something, the work doesn’t come out, my best masterpiece suddenly went wild as if it had a plague, I wonder if you guys know this feeling!]

“Hey, Katam. Calm down.”

[Let go, Billy, let go! Kill him today, and I will die too!]

The appearance gave Murakan a fresh shock.

“Oh, yes. Whether a god is weak or strong, he must have a temper like this. If you know who I am and still can’t get over it, here’s the cold water (Ol Mango gave it to you). That’s right, drink it all the way.”

[Whoa! Sanity is back now. Please understand, Murakan. When I’m like this, if I touch it, it turns a little.]

“This can be happen. I’ve seen art gods do that a few times in the past. But why did you call the kid and me?”

[Because of my greatest masterpiece.]

“masterpiece?”

[Yes, it’s a work I put my all into. So perfect that even I, a new artist, will never be able to draw again… … .]

Tears welled up in Kate’s eyes. Murakan naturally patted him on the shoulder.

And from the moment Jin entered the studio, he couldn’t take his eyes off the works filling the walls.

I was overwhelmed by the indescribably beautiful paintings and was stunned for a moment. Landscapes, portraits, even abstract paintings scrawled like graffiti. It felt like my eyes were wide open and my mind was on edge wherever I looked. If it were not for the god of the painter, if not for the contractor, he would never be able to paint like this.

“Everything here looks like such a masterpiece, Katam.”

[These are mere rubbish compared to the child.]

“What kind of work is it?”

[This work.]

The one Katam pointed to was the work he and Billy had been working on just now, and it looked like a painted black board.

Perhaps because he saw his skills, it seemed that there was something profound hidden in the black painting board.

“Isn’t it just painted black?”

[It’s bound to look like that in your eyes. However, this is not just a painting, but a space.]

“A space?”

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[Yes, Murakan. The space depicted on this drawing board can only be recognized by me and Billy. Also, a space that only I can come in and out, only I can edit, and only I can control… … It was.]

“Let me explain a little bit.”

[This painting means a sub-space that was commissioned by Solderlet.]

“You mean Temar’s tomb?”

[Yes, to be precise, it was the painting that was used as Temar’s tomb. Solderlet moved the Temar buried here to another place shortly after. And this work is wholly owned by me… … .]

Murakan felt sorry for the fact that Solderlet left an arrangement with Picon or All Mango in the past without his knowledge.

But not now. He believed that if he approached the truth with Jin, the day would come when he would naturally understand his will.

“… … Please keep talking.”

[Solderett didn’t tell me much. As with Olmango, there was no prophecy that the promised contractor would appear after a thousand years. But Solderlet said that with his weary face. Unlike other tombs, this burial was not caused by Ziffle’s pursuit, so you can rest assured. Zipple says he doesn’t know that I helped him.]

Zipple had no idea Katam had helped Solderlet. If he had known, he wouldn’t have disappeared and he wouldn’t be meeting Jin and Murakan right now.

“Didn’t Solderlett explain why he moved Temar?”

[does not exist. Perhaps it was a consideration to keep me from getting caught up in it. Even when I first asked for a drawing, the solderlet seemed to be in poor condition. I also received the request because it was an opportunity to draw a masterpiece, but I did not want to get involved in your war. It’s embarrassing, but I was afraid. As the god of painters, I just wanted to bless the painters.]

“Is your change of heart because I recently guaranteed Katam-sama’s safety?”

[There’s no reason for that, but to be quite honest, it’s because the work suddenly broke recently. And if it gets worse than it is now, the things I put in my work from a thousand years ago will disappear completely. Before that happens, I felt that beings who deserved it should take a look.]

The ‘existence who deserves to see the work’ that Katam said was Solderlet or those closely related to it. Only Jin, Murakan, and Misha were eligible.

“To put things from a thousand years ago into a painting. You, like Mango Mango, were hiding great abilities. Is that the case with Mr. Ox and Telpen too?”

[We don’t have that, Murakan.]

[Yeah, we just make a picture frame for Katam and sharpen pencils.]

“Right. So, what did Mr. Keitam include in his work from a thousand years ago?”

[The problem is that I don’t remember that. Until recently, even the smallest elements were clear, but it became difficult to recall right after the work was contaminated. But, Murakan, it is certain that it was against you. That’s why I called Jin as soon as I heard the news about you.]

“It’s about me… … .”

“Ka-tam said that the work was suddenly destroyed, and that he could not remember the contents from then on. If so, it’s likely Zipple’s fabrication of history, but isn’t Zipple unaware that Katam-sama helped Solderlet?”

[It is highly likely that this is not a fabrication of history, Jin. As I said before, this work is a masterpiece to which I gave my all. Since the work itself is closely connected to the mental world, if the work is damaged, there will be problems with my memory.]

“I kind of understand now. So, me and the kid go inside the painting and check before things from a thousand years ago get ruined further, right?”

[Yes.]

“Wouldn’t it be better if we found out who damaged the painting in the process?”

[Exactly. If you find it, give me a very quick verse.]

“Okay, that’s easy. We can go right in, so get ready.”

[…] … It won’t be easy, Murakan. There are guardians I drew in the picture. Originally, it was a painting to be used as Temar’s tomb. And since the guardians are paintings, I have depicted them very strongly at will.]

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