Solo Swordmaster

Episode #239. It’s already done.

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Forested jungle.

In the depths there was a village.

No, to be precise, it was difficult to call it a village.

A huge wooden fence with entangled vines, a swamp that surrounds it like a moat, and suspicious men standing guard with guns on top of the wooden fence.

It was more like a fortress than a village in its extremely solemn appearance.

the middle of the fort.

A man was enjoying a meal for a long time in a mansion built incomparably grand and splendid with other buildings.

so-so-so-so.

Holding a whole roasted hind leg of a wild boar the size of a forearm in one hand and biting it off.

Slurp an entire bowl of seafood stew.

Like emptying a beer glass in one bite.

A man with a bloated body like an elephant who sat alone at a table with enough food to feed dozens of people and ate that much food alone.

Goula put down the empty beer glass.

Then he burped lightly and asked casually.

“Keuk So who said what happened?”

“Antonio is dead…”

“Who is that bastard?”

“…is the boss of a gang that distributed ambrosia in Sao Paulo.”

“Did you ever have such a baby?”

Take a moment to put a whole sandwich in your mouth and reminisce.

After all, he couldn’t recall the memory until he chewed through the sandwich and swallowed it.

“Anyway, why did you die? Did you drink some medicine and enter a dungeon?”

“It looks like the green dragon princess has moved…”

That moment.

Gula stopped his hand from picking up the crocodile meat.

Then he looked back at the old man with a gleaming radiance in his eyes that had been dull until now.

“That bitch came out on her own?”

“Yes… After being interrogated, he committed suicide.”

“Hehehe, that’s right, right?”

A moment to shed a sinister laugh.

Gula muttered as he chewed up the crocodile meat he had picked up like a crush and swallowed it whole.

“Seeing that girl who had been locked up and never came out for a while, she moved herself, so it looks like she’s got a lot of shit.”

“I can’t say anything yet. Maybe it had some other purpose…”

“Shut up! If I am, so be it!”

Fuck!

Gula shouted loudly, throwing the crocodile meat he was eating at the face of the old man who was reporting.

Then, seeing the old man bowing his head in regret, he sighed, then picked up another food and opened his mouth again.

“Is there another gang in São Paulo? Create a new distribution network there. Double the amount this time.”

“Then there will be traces left…”

“I am asking for traces to remain.”

Gula smiled grimly as he raised his particularly dark left hand and touched the left side of his face.

“That way I can fuck that damn bitch better.”

“…I will.”

In the end, the old man followed Gula’s instructions.

Having to create a new distribution network was necessary anyway, and he had no veto right.

“Oh, and there’s a guy called Anton or Anthus who was killed by that bitch, right?”

“Are you talking about Antonio?”

“okay. Kill all those bastards. If you have any family members, grab them, tear them limb from limb, and hang them in front of the door.”

“Why do you have to do that…?”

“I have to show the words of a failed bastard. Wouldn’t that make other guys do better?”

“…All right.”

Did the old man really agree, or did he reluctantly pretend to agree because he was afraid of himself?

Gula didn’t care.

To fear yourself and listen to your own commands.

He didn’t expect more from his subordinates anyway, and any subordinate outside of those two things was no longer alive.

So, Gula raised her hand again and touched her left side of her face, smiling happily.

“Hehehe… Wait a little longer, Green Dragon Princess. I will definitely repay the debt of the day.”

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[…It must be Maia to do such a thing from the first day.]

“This is what you expected.”

[As expected, it’s not that it’s not difficult.]

Li Qingyu smiled bitterly.

He expected that Limon would soon be discovered that he was not a member of the Black Dragon clan, and that Maia would be much more active in digging into the secret.

But I never thought I’d use the gang to test Limon before even a day had passed.

It was progress far beyond her expected range.

“Anyway, I’m happy with this. As long as we made a tacit agreement with each other, there will be no open attempts to uncover my identity.”

[Instead, they’ll try to find out the secret of swordsmithing.]

What they do from the first day is to bring the gang boss alone.

what to do tomorrow

Just thinking about it made me sigh.

However, unlike Li Qingyu, Limon’s attitude was calm and selfless.

“Is there any other way to do it? As long as I respond well, it will be enough.”

[Yes, that’s right.]

‘If the swordsmith hadn’t only had the dragon psionic, I would have thought that too.’

Li Qingyu muttered inwardly.

It’s not that I don’t trust Limon.

The problem is that he has a psionic essence, and Limon doesn’t know about it.

If you don’t know what you’re hiding, you can be the best secret keeper, but on the other hand, you can reveal the secret too wildly.

[Anyway, swordsmith, please don’t let your guard down. Because she is the green dragon princess.]

So, Li Qingyu asked for trust.

It wasn’t just because she was worried that Maia had an excellent eye for the best doctor and apothecary.

To put it bluntly, the fact that she was the princess of the green dragon clan was itself a problem.

“Don’t worry. I know very well what kind of tribe the green dragon clan is.”

Limon did not find Li Ching-yu’s request particularly strange.

If they were hiding a secret, depending on the situation, the green dragon clan was more difficult than the black dragon clan who could read minds or the white dragon clan who could see the future.

Of course, he still had the confidence to hide his identity.

That’s why Limon put aside his useless rumors and turned the direction of the conversation.

“Rather than that, princess, do you know what ambrosia is?”

[well. There are several types of ambrosia that I know of.]

Any salad in America.

A recovery item that appears in the game.

Or…

[The most well-known is the food of the gods in Greek mythology, but what the swordsmith wants to ask is another ambrosia,

right ?]

[Normally, it would feel more strange to ask a gang boss such a thing.] I

laughed for a while at Limon’s remarks about treating God’s food as ‘only’ and ‘something like that’ in case someone wasn’t the sword master who even killed God.

Li Qingyu said calmly.

[Anyway, if Maia dared to go out and check the source, it’s clear that it’s not an ordinary item.]

Most of the year, I just shut myself up in my house.

Considering Maia’s personality of not going out unless it’s something tolerable, it’s clear that it’s a strange thing.

To Li Qingyu, who honestly expressed his opinion, Limon asked quietly.

“Could you do some research on that ambrosia?”

[Even though I could upset Maia’s planting, is that a word?]

“If you openly mentioned it in front of me, it must mean that you dig it. It won’t be a problem if you look for it.”

If even Li Qingyu, a fellow member of the Seven Dragons, is unaware of it, it is something very trivial or, on the contrary, too important to be hidden.

Even so, why did he deliberately reveal it in front of himself?

Limon, who was scratching his cheek as he pondered over Maia’s intentions, suddenly added a word.

“Besides, that ambrosia is strangely bothering me.”

[…In short, are you saying you don’t feel good?]

“Well, you could say that.”

It’s rare that I’ve ever seen a good thing when I neglected something that made me feel so intrusive.

Li Mon’s answer was so obvious that Li Qingyu smiled bitterly and nodded.

[all right. If the swordsman says so, I’ll find out about Ambrosia.]

“Yes, please.”

Limon said calmly.

Normally, he would have moved to directly investigate, but now he is tied to the green dragon princess.

In that respect, it was fortunate that Li Qingyu just followed.

At least when it came to investigating something and digging up information, there were few people as trustworthy as her.

…Of course, it was something that other people would not have done, fearing that they would get stabbed in the back of the head even if they believed in their abilities.

‘It’s really not easy in many ways to become a prospective bride of a swordsman.’

Li Qingyu smiled at that unchangingly heavy trust and asked what he had forgotten.

[Come to think of it, when did Maia, the swordsmith, start treatment?]

“The sculptor’s treatment?”

Was it too much to worry about?

Li Mon laughed at Li Qingyu’s behavior, which finally asked the most important thing.

Then, after pulling out the needles densely stuck in his body, he continued talking quietly as he looked at Herman, who was looking at his hand with a stunned face.

“It’s already done.”

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“To be exact, only today’s treatment is over.”

As if mocking the crowd, pretending to have already won by only scoring one goal in the first half.

Maia said with a cold sneer.

But Hermann was not offended by that blatant ridicule.

no i couldn’t feel it

Right now, instead of trembling as usual, he was busy just looking at his hands moving normally and being astonished.

“How…?”

Hermann was stunned.

Of course, the treatment he received from Maia was by no means small.

After tying a thin thread to the wrist to take a pulse, checking the condition of the disease through high-tech equipment, drinking all kinds of decoctions, sweating black in the bathtub, getting acupuncture, and so on.

He was so busy getting treatment all day that he couldn’t even remember what kind of treatment he had received.

But one thing was clear.

That less than a day had passed since the treatment began.

That alone was enough reason for him to doubt that this was a dream.

He couldn’t believe that the tremors and pain in his hands that had plagued him for years had disappeared in just one day.

“To think that my illness, which even the divine lord could not cure, was cured in just one day…!”

“Do you dare to compare me to that quack?”

“It didn’t mean that. I’m just really surprised, so please understand.”

Hermann spoke as if he was making an excuse without even knowing it.

Looking at him with sharp eyes, Maia opened her mouth with a cold snort.

“Nothing too great. Your disease was caused by the end of your body’s lifespan, so we just put the cause behind it on hold.”

“What do you mean?”

Herman put on a puzzled expression for a moment.

It was because I couldn’t properly understand what the hell it meant to hold off the cause of the disease.

That’s why the moment he heard what Limon said with a smile on his face, he put on a bewildered expression.

“Something means your lifespan has increased by about 10 years.”

“Life… increase?”

“exactly.”

You don’t have to fix a tire to get a flat car rolling.

One way is to add a 12-cylinder engine and an alloy frame to convert it into an 8-wheel drive vehicle that rolls smoothly even without a few wheels.

Watching Maia speak with a sneer, Herman couldn’t help but drop his chin.