Chapter 892
Episode 223. Uncomfortable encounters (3)
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“I will give my allegiance.”
February 1, 1804.
Jito looked down at a human who came to the realm of Jinma. He knelt down in front of Jito and asked him to accept him as a member of the Jin demon realm.
[Ah, that’s annoying.]
Jito looked at him and openly resented him.
The passage between Jinmagye and Inse has not yet been fully opened. Although the Bongma Wall has been damaged, it has not lost all of its functions.
Therefore, in order for humans to come down to the human world, they needed the help of a special being. Even going directly to Jito’s residence was almost impossible even without the Bongma Wall.
As far as Zito knows, there is only one person who can do such a thing.
[Heluram sent it, right? Damn, for some reason I didn’t properly tell you the cost of the last transaction… … Was accepting you the price?]
The man did not answer and slowly raised his head.
His mouth spoke of loyalty, and his body was on his knees, but he could not find any servility in him.
He is facing Jito with a strangely dignified attitude. Jito wanted to give him mental training right away, but he couldn’t. It was because he was convinced that this was the price Heluram wanted.
[There is no way the witch approached you first, and your god must have begged the witch. Please do something so that I can accept you. Oh, Shinu, I remember that bastard had a really high nose in the past.]
The man’s name is Kelliac Ziple.
I couldn’t find any more marriage in him. In both eyes, a radiance worthy of a person who was called the pinnacle of magic flowed, and the new staff resembling the symbol of the Zipline family, ‘Hroti’, seemed to pour out magic like the great sea at any moment.
[Hmm, I’m not sure what Heluram is thinking. So let me know, then I’ll accept it. He really gets goosebumps at times like this. oh, that’s disgusting In some ways, it’s worse than love and peace.]
“I have not heard the stories of the gods myself.”
[Ah, this bastard… … You’re confident that you’re confident because you’ve already talked about it upstairs, right? If I drag you into the torture chamber and play with you, you know Helluram will give a damn. yes?]
“If you don’t accept me, I will leave immediately. My goal is to recover my family anyway, so even if I just let go, Jito-sama won’t suffer any loss.”
[No, no. What if you succeed in reclaiming your family? At that time, you could suddenly rush at us, saying that you would make me regret my choice, right? Somehow, with the demon stone completed.]
“Think whatever you want.”
[Not too long ago, he was trampled on by his wife and died, but the pride of being a loser on the ground seems to remain. You don’t lose a word, huh? I really hate that kind of thing.]
“Will you take it?”
Jito touched his forehead.
As I told Kelliac, it was because I couldn’t read Helluram’s thoughts.
‘Just a few days ago, we played and talked about every little thing… … After all, a Helluram is a Helluram.’
Since the beginning of the royal tax campaign, Jito has never felt as uncomfortable as today.
Even when Biseps went on a rampage, when Orgal almost died, when he heard that there was a red power user among humans, when he lost some of his power because of Ayula, and when his subordinates broke up every time, Jito thought it was no problem. .
But not this time. This time, I couldn’t have predicted the variables this human named Kelliac Ziple would bring.
The problem is that you can’t deny it. If he refused, Heluram would surely bring ‘bigger problems’ to himself.
[Oh, I’ll accept it. Instead, don’t do anything until I give you my instructions. You’re just the air, the rock by the roadside, the bald hair. It means invisible, immovable, and useless.]
“All right.”
Soon after, Jito waved his hand once in the air, and the dimensional door opened. It was a dimensional door leading to Ragal’s Poison Castle.
“Oh, Jito-sama!?”
[Hey, Ragal. Put this guy in jail number 3 of your last name.]
“uh… … Prison No. 3?”
[Why, what did you hide there?]
“Haha, to hide it. Where can I keep my secret from Mr. Zito? uh what Are you human!? Besides, isn’t this face the Keliac Ziple that was said to have been purged? How to get to the realm of demons?”
[I’ve felt it before, but our Ragal has a lot of questions. Yeah, I’m still annoyed by this, right?]
“If you’re curious, it’s this poisonous horse again, Jito-sama’s cutie Ragal Fern. Hmmmm, how should I treat you?”
[Think of growing a plant. Give them rice and water from time to time so they don’t die, and give them more if they feel too withered.]
“You mean don’t touch me, okay.”
Zito winked, and Kelliac went through the portal. Jito closed the dimensional door grunting in a displeased voice.
“Prison No. 3… … Could it be that Zito recognized my surprise gift? Then it’s difficult. What do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ah, I should start by saying hello. I am Ragal Fern, the king of the extreme poisonous region of the Jin Demon World.”
“It’s a Kellyac Ziple.”
“Come to think of it, this friend’s words are short… … well, yes All the guys who once did well are like that.”
“Raise it if you want.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
Ragal was delighted as soon as Zito left Keliac to him.
It was because he thought Jito trusted him that much.
“Let me guess, you made a deal with the witch Heluram. That’s why I was able to go to Jito-sama’s residence without anyone knowing, and Jito-sama accepted you as a human. And Jito-sama! I entrusted you to me because I believe in Ragal.”
Kelliac didn’t answer and looked around the Poison Demon Castle calmly. It was not much different from Inse’s gender. However, the light of the artificial sun coming through the window was paler than the real sun, and human souls who had fallen to hell were doing chores.
“I have a lot of questions about you. Jito-sama told me not to touch you. But that would just be telling me not to torture. So, depending on how you do it, it means that we can become friends as much as we like.”
“Zito wants me to do nothing.”
“That’s right, of course, you’ll never know what Heluram is thinking! But, my dear Kelliac. You’re right in doing nothing, but I can make credit for things like your information and abilities. Maybe it’s why Jito-sama sent you to me.”
Ragal hummed and escorted Kelliac to prison number three. All of the prisons in Dokma Castle were underground. Every time I descended the stairs I heard the terrible screams of tortured souls.
Prison No. 3 was one of the prisons on the lowest floor, and it had a completely different atmosphere from the entrance.
Rather than a prison, it is full of neat and quiet feeling like a monastery. From prisons 1 and 2 next door, more terrible screams were heard than those experienced earlier.
“Our prison number 3 is, how to say. Traditionally… … It is a place of enlightenment. Among them, it is very close to religious edification. That’s why the jailers and torturers were also called saints in their lifetime. Of course, if the saint came to hell, it means that they were actually nasty enough to come here.”
As Ragal approached, the guards in bridal robes bowed their heads.
“Is the work going well?”
“Yes, one of them is now fully rehabilitated, Lady Ragal. The other three are adjusting in rooms 1 and 2.”
“Three of you are still adjusting? Whoa, it’s holding up better than I expected. If you endure it, you will end up in room 3 anyway. How good would it be if you just came right over and made yourself comfortable?”
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“In the next three days, we will still be in Room 3. By the way, is this a newcomer?”
“Newcomers are newcomers, but they are not subject to reformation. He’s my new friend, whom you should take great care of.”
“I didn’t know you, let me greet you!”
The guards bowed their heads at Kelliac.
Soon the guards opened the door to room 3. Inside, it looked like a huge prayer room, the only difference being that the glass paintings had Zito instead of Ayula or the well-known gods of Inse.
Among them was a woman on her knees, examining a book as thick as a scripture. And she was a figure Kelliac Ziple knew well.
“… … Ann Runkandel?”
Ann Runcandel.
The ninth of Runkandel, and the first to accept chaos along with her older sister Mu. She was killed by the Black Knight, Mon, who came to her aid during a fight with the Tona brothers at the time of the Temple of Evil. Since the Prophet died, he could not even be resurrected.
Naturally, she did not go down the path of reincarnation, but into hell. Ann continued to recite what seemed to be her prayers with her eyes closed.
“Then prison number 1 and number 2.”
“There is Mu Runkandel, and Ran Runkandel and Vigo Runkandel. Right now, Paellito, in order to find these things, has stopped the production of the spirit liquor that we demons enjoy. I intend to use these to hit Luna Runcandel.”
– Sakiel.
-Yes, Mr. Paellito.
– From now on, the production of soul wine will be temporarily suspended. Then, search all over hell and see if Luna Runcandel’s brothers exist. Perhaps they would have gone to hell. If he hadn’t already become a soul lord, he would definitely remain.
The conversation between Paellito and Sachiel when Luna treated the great rift in Hufester Ciatello with the red sword.
Ragal did not directly hear the conversation, but he saw right through to Faelito’s plan. And Ragal ordered his lieutenant ‘Gero’ to secure them before Paellito’s side.
“Friend Kelliac, I will use these to give Zito a surprise present. It is the gift of Baek Kyung’s end. By the way, it’s not just the Runkandel kids who come to our hell. Those who used to be friends and subordinates are constantly coming in.”
“… … Are you asking me to choose the useful ones among them?”
“Ah, you speak well! From today, I will steadily send the souls of Zipple to prison number 3, where you will be staying. As long as you pick out the guys you need, I’ll do it for Jito-sama. How is it, simple?”
“Do that.”
“Hahaha, good. Then, get some rest, and I’ll come back with something delicious in the evening, so let’s have a glass of spirit wine.”
Ragal is gone. The guards went to finish what they were doing, keeping an eye on Kelliac.
Kellyak smiled quietly.
Ganesto’s blood, thinking about it.
