Solo Swordmaster

#330. Let’s talk for a minute.

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Umm Moo.

A vast land in Central Africa.

A herd of water buffaloes stayed in the place, commonly called savannah grassland.

Whether humans go to war and die at will or not.

It seems like it has nothing to do with them.

The sight of them leisurely grazing and occasionally waving their tails to drive away flies that entangle them is itself leisurely.

It was a sight that made the viewer feel the tranquility of the wild.

Pad deuk!

but right after that.

That serenity was shattered.

The moment when you suddenly feel like a huge shadow has been cast in the air.

This is because a monster so huge that it covered the sky appeared and attacked the herd of water buffaloes.

Moo Moo!

The frightened herd of buffaloes scattered and ran away.

It was an instinctive response to survive even the rest of the group using colleagues as bait, but the result was futile.

The monstrous bird, easily crossing hundreds of meters with a single flap of its wings, chased after the escaping water buffaloes and swallowed them all.

Even calves.

Even so, it seems that it is still not enough.

It was at that moment that a single voice was heard from the rogue bird, which crackled its beak and licked its lips.

“Is Garuda still hungry?”

Garuda’s back as big as a whale.

Garuda replied vigorously to the words of the man who was lying on top of him with an arm pillow.

Awesome!

“You’ve been eating so well lately that you’ve gained weight. What if I can’t even fly?”

What a profit!

“There is no such thing as impossible. Don’t talk and be patient. There will be guests coming soon, but I can’t show you a fat figure.”

Queek…

It seems like he’s not satisfied with it.

Scratching the ground with its claws, the monster bird didn’t ask for more.

I just flapped my wings and flew away.

“It’s not long now.”

what is so enjoyable

Lying on Garuda’s back soaring high above the sky, the man smirked as he looked down at the meadow.

and murmured softly.

“It’s a party that’s usually held, so it would be nice if there were more sexy beauties, not just dull guys.”

Even in Africa, where numerous military governments exist, he rules over a vast territory next to Egypt.

At the same time, he is the master of one of the old guilds, the Utopia Guild, and one of the current absolutes with only eight remaining.

Summon Lord Branga.

He took a nap while waiting for the soon-to-be guests with such modest hope.

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Utopia Guild.

A guild centered on Tamers and Summoners.

However, the biggest feature of utopia was its structure.

It was an organization that directly controlled and operated a country before being a player’s guild.

There is only international influence. Considering the nature of guilds that are basically cooperatives or businesses, it was truly unusual.

On the contrary, it was also natural.

In Africa, power is everything.

And as one of the old guilds, Utopia, ruled directly by the summoning lord, was a place with plenty of that power.

So it was.

A dark-skinned woman.

This is why Namim yawned with a sleepy face as he watched the guests fill the banquet hall.

“Hello…”

“Nice to meet you. I am Josep of the South African Revolutionary Army. Just feel free to call me Lieutenant General Josep.”

“Yes, Joseph. nice to meet you.”

“Hmm, I have long admired the reputation of my grand duke. But the monarch…”

“What about rice?”

“What did you say?”

“Did you eat?”

“Eh, we haven’t eaten yet.”

“Then enjoy your meal. Our guild cooks are good at it, so it must be delicious…”

“That…”

“You don’t like rice?”

“…no, enjoy it.”

Leaving behind Josep, who stared at her, as if he didn’t know what to say.

Namim walked away with a sleepy face again.

‘I want to sleep.’

I felt like going into my room right away… No, I just wanted to lie down in a sunny place and take a nap.

If only he hadn’t been in charge of this banquet.

‘Guild leader bastard…’

Namim cursed at the summoning lord.

On the subject of holding a banquet and sending invitations to all military governments in Africa.

On the day of the banquet, he went out saying that he would come to feed the summoned beasts, but he did not come back until the banquet started.

Thanks to this, Namim, who had been sleeping soundly and was quickly dragged out as a substitute, was only depressed.

‘Should I change jobs?’

Namim thought seriously.

The guild came in because it guaranteed delicious meals, nap time, and 20 days of paid vacation a month.

Whether others talk about old guilds or whatever.

For Namim, a high-supply player and extremely lazy person, she was just one of many guilds looking for her.

‘…That’s annoying too.’

If you leave the Utopia Guild, you will have to re-examine your place of residence and the guild.

So, based on the pragmatic judgment that it would be less troublesome to work hard today, Namim stopped beating them.

And I went around the banquet hall.

The participants in this banquet are all heads of a military government.

Because in order to save face, she, the sub-guild leader of the Utopia Guild, needed to show her face.

In fact, there were other reasons greater than that.

“I heard that Marshal Ha will meet on a single wooden bridge. I didn’t expect to meet you in a place like this.”

…such as this.

‘Hey again…’

Hearing that voice full of sarcastic remarks, Namim shrugged his shoulders.

It was obvious.

If they had a fight like that, the opponent would be the head of the military government with whom they had a bad relationship.

Then, of course, the opponent will be sharp, and the atmosphere will become more and more threatening, and eventually they will pull out a gun.

Namim was guarding the banquet hall because this happened so often.

In order to mediate this situation smoothly, it was necessary for her, as the deputy guild leader, to step in.

“Excuse me, but who are you?”

“The Kumbada of the Somali Liberation Army!”

“You must be Marshal Kumbha, who is famous as the best general in the East. Nice to meet you like this.”

‘huh…?’

Namim, who was yawning but trying to move to stop the dispute, tilted his head.

This is because the attitude of the other party, which was more dignified than expected, was so unexpected.

‘White?’

mask covering the eyes.

The most white and fine skin.

There’s even a slim body.

When Namim rolls his eyes again as he recalls the list of invitees at the unique appearance of a white woman with her face covered.

Embarrassed, Marshal Kumbha spoke again with a ferocious expression.

“…It would be too late to come and float me now. Because I have no intention of looking after you.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. This is the first time I’ve seen the enemy, so why are you acting like you have a grudge against me?”

“What shameless things are you talking about by stealing the Shadan tribe I ruled over!”

“There’s something wrong with that statement.”

“What?”

“I never stole the Shadan tribe. Since they had requested relocation, we accepted them in accordance with the provisions of international law for the protection of war refugees.”

“War refugees… what?”

“First of all, the Shadan tribe is not the enemy’s property. So don’t treat them like objects.”

Namim, who was listening, of course.

The other people who were on the lookout couldn’t hide their faces when they heard that.

Fists for swearing.

A bullet in the fight.

War for a fight.

It is common sense to repay anything enthusiastically, and if not, such a polite response is absurd in Africa, where people are treated like a hukou.

In addition, in terms of international law, do not treat your own people as property.

It was because I didn’t know how to accept this in response to the opponent’s reaction.

“They said she was an eastern outlaw, so what a strange bitch. Anyway, this is why white people…”

Eventually, Marshal Kumbha uttered a few profanities before turning away and disappearing.

Even clapping your hands makes a sound.

It was because the other person’s response was so strange that I felt more and more reluctant, so I didn’t have the motivation to argue further.

It seems like everyone is the same.

The heads of other military governments who were watching around them also scattered with strange expressions on their faces.

It was an act that revealed his true intentions that he did not want to get involved with such an unlucky opponent.

‘He’s an outlaw in the east… Yeah, he’s very famous for a divine warlord, so there’s a reason.’

Namim, on the other hand, looked at her with interest in her sleepy eyes.

I’d heard a few rumors that the outlaws of the East were bizarre, but I didn’t expect them to be like this.

‘Anyway, it seems like a troublesome personality, so let’s avoid it.’

But that’s for a while.

Namim soon lost interest.

It was so unusual that I was interested in it, but as Namim, who hated being annoying, I didn’t want to get involved with her.

If it had been the summoning lord instead of her, the story would have been a bit different.

I was moving to the corner of the banquet hall to pass the time with my eyes off the masked woman on purpose.

Namim hesitated again.

Another strange thing caught my eye.

‘What kid?’

Namim tilted his head as he saw the blonde-tanned boy staring at something with his naked upper body adorned with gold jewelry.

‘The Egyptians wouldn’t have invited?’

For the purpose of this banquet, people from the vicinity of Egypt or pro-Egyptian groups would have been excluded from the invitation.

For a moment, I wondered why there was a child dressed in Egyptian costumes.

Namim fumbled through the list of invitees in his head, but only when he saw the eastern outlaw approaching the boy did he come up with a suitable candidate.

‘Oh, is it him? Is it a genius soldier with a borderline color?’

‘Seeing that they’ve been brought to this place, it seems that the rumors that the eastern outlaw is pampered and always carries around are true, but…’

Interest came back to Namim’s eyes.

She is also a famous woman.

Talk of war, military bribery, etc. is trivial, but even in the East, there was some interest in the secret conversation of a famous lover.

That’s why I quietly listened to the conversation between the two.

“Are there any achievements?”

“No, maybe it’s because I look young, but no bastard takes my word for it properly.”

“Is that so…”

“How about your sister? Did you find any clues?”

“Me too. These days, my fame is fame, so there are only people who dispute it or avoid it.”

‘…Isn’t this the secret conversation I thought?’

Namim was disappointed.

I was expecting whispers between sweet lovers.

The conversation between the two of them wasn’t sweet, because it was filled with the most calm and hard content.

“Tsk, how do I find the turkey bird…”

“Huh?”

That moment.

Namim blinked.

“Why are you looking for ‘him’?”

Because I heard so unexpected words, I mumbled to myself for a while without even realizing it.

She soon turned around.

Whether the two of you are trying to find a turkey sashimi or try to breed it.

because he didn’t know

Namim, who had cut off interest in the two with his characteristic laziness, was about to leave.

‘Well, it has nothing to do with me…’

“Hey wait.”

snap.

…if it hadn’t been for the hem of his clothes being grabbed by a hand that had suddenly reached out from behind.

“Sister, let’s talk to us for a minute.”

It seems like this is a rolled rice cake.

Namim couldn’t help but frown as he saw the blond-tanned boy holding him with a refreshing smile.