The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 151

but… … .

“that is… … Repenhardt somehow looks more like a father than a man… … .”

Tila, who had a blank expression for a moment, burst out laughing a moment later.

“… … Wow, never say that to Mr. Reppenhardt. “Just get frustrated and lock yourself in the corner of your room again.”

“Okay… … But does it really feel like that?”

“Oh, I understand that. “He’s obviously still in his 20s, but strangely, Repenhardt feels like an old man, doesn’t he?”

That’s natural, since I’m in my 50s. Siris smiled her wry smile.

Tila kept tilting her head.

“It’s strange. If you think about it, Repenhardt, you lived for a little over 20 years, right? But why does it give off such an old vibe? Actually, my face isn’t that presbyopic either. “Is it because of the size?”

“Ho Ho… … .”

Siris just laughed.

Since I couldn’t tell the truth, all I could do was smile.

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In the conference room, five mixed-gender humans were waiting for Repenhardt. As I sat at the head of the table and looked down at them, a middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader bowed his head politely.

“It is an honor to meet the renowned King Kwon. Bounty Hunter, Jackal. And these are my colleagues.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

These were bounty hunters contacted through Taoban Trading Company.

In the past, Reppenhardt had thought of hiring a bounty hunter to get some information about Tethron. But I didn’t have any money at the time, and I kept putting it off because I was busy getting involved in the Crovence civil war.

Then, after being treated harshly by Tethron, he came to his senses and decided to collect information again.

“I have a request that I would like to entrust to you.”

With a gesture, Flora handed the documents she had prepared in advance to the Jackal group. The jackal’s eyes lit up as he looked through the documents.

“Tesron? This is my first time hearing this name. He’s an Auror, but he’s not known yet… … .”

A woman in her 30s who was looking at the documents together noticed a familiar name and added it.

“But Paladin Christine and Golden Knight Eusus are famous people. “I have to start from here and trace my traces.”

The request that Reppenhardt gave them was all information about the current life of Tethron and his companions. We ask you to find out where they live, what they do, who they interact with, and what kind of power they have.

“I put in a hundred gold coins as deposit. If you complete the task successfully, you will receive this bag of gold coins again.”

The expressions of the bounty hunters brightened. Two hundred gold coins was a large reward that was difficult to obtain except through a serious request.

Of course, the jackal still looked nervous. It was not something I liked because it was proof that this work was difficult.

“I will do my best.”

The jackal bent down with a stern look on his face. Reppenhardt nodded his head as he watched the Bounty Hunters retreating.

‘Okay, I prepared for Tethron with this… … .’

Leffenhardt motioned for the next person to come in. Soon, a man in his 40s came into the conference room carrying a thick document.

“This is this month’s information, White King.”

The man was a merchant belonging to the Grade Company. Reppenhardt commissioned merchants with trade routes throughout the continent, such as Taoban Trading Company, Grade Trading Company, and Doron Trading Company, to collect rumors from various places, and received reports like this every month. The purpose was to determine the location of different races scattered across the continent.

“Good job.”

As the merchant walked away, Reppenhardt took the document and began to look through it.

‘You can’t just focus on Tesron. ‘You have to keep doing what you have to do.’

Most of the information was useless because they were told not to judge the severity of the rumor and to collect everything that seemed unusual. Most of the information is that an ogre appeared in the northern part of the Kingdom of Vasily, or that a giant octopus monster appeared in the North Sea of ​​the Kingdom of Grime. There was even an absurd rumor that a calf with two heads was born in a mountain village.

He was reading the document with a somber expression.

Suddenly, Reppenhardt’s eyes lit up.

“This?”

It was a rumor from monster hunters who were hunting trolls in the southern jungle of Halaine Kingdom. The document stated that while capturing trolls, they were attacked by the legendary monster Ivory Fang and most of them were killed, with only a few barely escaping.

“Ivory molar was Atilka’s nickname in the old days!”

Repenhardt’s expression brightened.

In his previous life, he met Atilca after the founding of the Antares Empire. Until then, Atilca had been wandering around the continent without a fixed location, rescuing her compatriots who had been captured by humans.

As a result, even Reppenhardt could not guess where the current Atilka was.

“found! You said it was the southern part of the Halein Kingdom, right? Then, given Atilka’s personality, there is no way she wouldn’t attack the nearby alchemist guild.”

I immediately left the conference room. This information was relayed already a week ago. If it gets late, Atilka may head to another area again. She had to hurry.

Reppenhardt ran straight to the training ground. And he screamed at Siris, who was still practicing magic.

“Siris! Call Cilan! Russ and Tashid too!”

Chapter 23 Ivory Molar, Atilca

One

Kaltijan, a coastal city in the southern part of the Halein Kingdom.

Kaltijan City, a historic port city, is one of the backbones of the Halein Kingdom, where numerous ships and people travel. It is one of the largest trading cities not only in the Halein Kingdom but also in the southern part of the continent, where sailors, adventurers, merchants, and travelers always reside.

As it is such a large city, all kinds of forces were concentrated in Kaltijan City.

There are three magic towers built by the Magic School, and the number of various temples, including Sayre, the main god, is seven. The number of guilds was also significant. The Adventurer’s Guild, which provides information to dungeon explorers, the Hunter’s Guild, where monster hunters gather, the Mercenary’s Guild, which handles various requests, as well as the Alchemist’s Guild, which produces all kinds of excellent medicines, also had branches established in Kaltizan City.

Santana’s Tears, a large alchemist guild that is gaining influence in the Kingdom of Halein and Grime.

Its southern branch was a large three-story stone mansion located west of the city of Kaltijan.

This large-scale mansion, which surpassed that of any noble family, was filled with numerous laboratories and drug manufacturing rooms. The alchemists’ drug recipe was a secret, so most of it was not made public.

And among them, the most strictly managed place was the basement.

Under the dim bonfire, the image of a large underground stone chamber is reflected. A gloomy groan cries out from a stone room filled with various flasks, glass bottles, and unidentifiable pipes.

“Oooh… … .”

“iced coffee… … .”

Those who were moaning in pain were all dark-looking trolls with blue skin, thin bodies, and clawed jaws. Ten trolls were locked in a large steel cage, bound with thick chains.

One of the alchemists who was checking the condition of the trolls between the steel cages suddenly opened his mouth.

“No. 3’s condition is a little bad?”

“Let’s increase the amount of food we eat a little. “We need to keep him alive for at least another month.”

One of the alchemists held a bucket and approached the troll called Number 3.

All of the caged trolls’ mouths were forced open by an apparatus, and pipes were connected to their throats. The alchemist tilted the bucket into the funnel connected to the end of the pipe.

“Okay, it’s rice.”

What was in the bucket was all kinds of food waste from the guild. One of the alchemists smiled.

“I heard that trolls have amazing vitality. “I can dispose of leftover food since I don’t have an upset stomach.”

“I dispose of waste and make money. “It’s efficient, cancer.”

A lump of putrid filth gulps down the troll’s throat. Troll No. 3, feeling nauseous, writhed in pain.

“Ahhh… … .”

However, it is impossible to remove the pipe directly connected to the esophagus by one’s own strength. Troll No. 3 opened his eyes in humiliation and misery.

“Oh, I have to feed the others too.”

The alchemists held buckets and poured them on the other trolls one after another. A soft moan filled the dark basement.

“Uuuuu… … .”

One troll woman couldn’t bear it anymore and shed tears, but the alchemists just passed by. A silent clamor erupted from the entire basement.

Amidst inaudible screams and screams, the alchemists had a conversation.

“They want to deliver 500 more bottles by the end of this month.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to catch one more soon.”

Each steel cage where the trolls were kept had a lever hanging from it. The alchemist chose one of them and pulled the lever.

Snap clap clap clap!

The chains rang loudly, and the pipe lodged in the troll’s gullet was pulled out. The troll, whose neck had barely been freed, was about to let out a roar of sorrow.

Shake!

The bottom of the cage opened and the tied troll fell down. There were already dozens of blades criss-crossing on the floor, swinging at terrifying speeds. It was a so-called ‘troll disassembly facility’ made by installing a magic circle.

“Aaaah!”

The troll fell into the storm of blades and let out a scream. The scream was soon drowned out by the loud sound of metal. The blade tore the troll’s whole body into pieces.

The alchemists pushed the lever again as they watched the ‘sashimi’ pieces of troll meat flying in all directions.

“It was handled well.”

“I know.”

Now, that shattered troll will head to the refining facility and all the blood in its body will be drained. This equipment, which was designed to extract even a single drop of troll blood, was able to collect 500 bottles worth of healing potion ingredients from each troll.

After a while, the troll’s blood began to drip into the huge flask installed on one side of the stone chamber.

Knock, knock, knock… … .

It was truly a terrible sight, but the alchemists did not seem to care at all.

For them, killing trolls has been a daily routine for several years. To them, these trolls are just ‘part’ of the ingredients for making healing potions.

Healing potions are a favorite item of many adventurers and travelers, and no one knows that they are made from troll blood.

However, very few people know how the healing potion is made.

People don’t care what process it takes to produce a result as long as it is useful to them. Even though it is such a miserable and painful process, I just like it because it is fortunate that healing potions are much cheaper than before.

Suddenly, the alchemist whetted his appetite as he looked back and forth at the tied troll man and woman.

“Ah, it would be so convenient if we could breed these guys.”

“I know. “Hasn’t headquarters developed that method yet?”

If we could breed highly valuable ‘livestock’ like trolls, it would be really useful because we could provide a stable supply of healing potions. So alchemists have been working on breeding trolls for a long time. Several attempts have been made to paralyze the mind with powerful magic or poison, then place the male and female in a room and mate with them.

However, for some reason, the female miscarries as soon as she conceives the baby.

“I’m sure they breed in the wild, so there must be a way.”

“I know. “I feel like there’s something missing, but I don’t know what.”

No matter how much they did not see themselves as the same people, these alchemists were saying such terrible things so calmly. He seemed to feel no remorse at all.

In fact, even the alchemists recognized that that scene looked too cruel. Otherwise, why bother keeping this facility a top secret? The slaughterhouse where cows and horses are killed is also clearly open to the public.

There is no difference between slaughtering animals and grinding up trolls.

There is no way the alchemists who continue to manage trolls do not know that trolls are not ordinary beasts. As you spend time with them, you naturally come to realize that trolls are actually people with intelligence and emotions like humans.

But admitting it is like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. So even though we know, we ignore it. Even though I feel like something is wrong, I try my best to deny reality.

Familiarity is scary.

The brainwashing you do about yourself soon becomes the truth.

Now, to them, trolls are just monsters that resemble humans like monkeys. Although they were by no means evil, these alchemists went about their work calmly.

“Anyway, is that rumor true?”

An alchemist who was sitting on a chair for a moment to rest looked at his colleague and asked a question.

“Ah, you mean Rundon’s group?”

The alchemist clicked his tongue, recalling the rumors of monster hunters who had captured a troll in the southern jungle but lost it.

“I heard that even the branch manager is very disappointed. “He was excited for a live troll to come in.”