Solo Swordmaster

#592. It’s a strange word.

“Since tastes are diverse, isn’t there a country in the world where deep-fried bluebirds are more popular than chicken?”

[You call that a joke now?]

“Are you serious? In fact, in a country that had already perished, there was a dish called Ortollang…”

[Evil. evil! I can not hear that! I can’t hear you!]

I guess I didn’t want to hear it.

After Yuna-gyeong, who struggled with her wings covering her ears, eventually disappeared quickly while riding an unmanned vacuum cleaner.

Left alone, Limon laughed.

And he took out a sculpture.

‘Hmm.’

A hawk with its wings spread wide.

A snake wrapped around its body.

From feathers and scaly teeth and beak eyes.

The statue of the two beasts intertwined was as vivid as if it were alive, to the point of being completely flawless.

However, Limon’s expression was not very bright.

‘I thought I might catch something.’

While making numerous sculptures to heal Hasneti’s internal injuries in Africa.

he felt something

Sculpting was even better.

The results haven’t changed either.

Even so, it gave me a vague feeling that was different from the previous sculptures.

I thought maybe that was the key to unlocking the third stage of the seal, so I kept sculpting and tried to regain that sense, but…

nothing came of it.

After entering Amazon, I made sculptures in my spare time.

Let alone passing the test of the carving knife, he was not even able to feel the sensation of that time again.

‘I don’t know what to do.’

Rather, if you see something lacking.

It’s enough to try to fill that part.

The problem was that even with the sword master’s super sense and Noh Kang-ho’s discernment, it was difficult to find a corner that would improve.

‘Hermann, if he was still alive, I could have listened to his advice.’

Limon smiled bitterly.

Although it was a simple business relationship.

Even though it ended in betrayal.

Herman was quite a good sculpting teacher.

Being the world’s best engraver, he had a lot of experience.

So he might be able to answer what this sense is… but

what can I do?

he’s already dead

Limon had no choice but to seek the answer alone.

‘…Depending on the situation, I might have to consider the next best option.’

“Don’t think about useless things.”

Involuntarily, I reached out my hand to my waist.

Limon looked back.

And he smiled bitterly at Maia, who had sharp eyes.

“Don’t worry, doctor. I also have no intention of treating the coin inhalation with any other method besides carving.”

“It is the same in any situation.”

After saying cut it off.

Maia added quietly.

“Don’t forget that the reason I mentioned the other method was to show you how impractical it is.”

“Well, the best way to break the seal on this carving knife is not.”

Limon laughed.

Then he grumbled as he put the sculpture back into his bosom.

“Although the old Plato put the seal on it so tightly that it will take some time.”

“You speak of Plato in a very friendly way.”

“What a surprise. Doesn’t the doctor know that I was acquainted with the old man?”

“No, that’s what it is.”

“huh?”

What does it mean.

Looking at the puzzled Limon.

Maia calmly pointed out.

“Just as medicine is made because it has a disease to cure, there is always an intention to make a seal.”

“Why?”

“Then, it means that Plato thinks about why he made and sealed the carving knife.”

“Hmm, that old man’s intention…”

Hearing Maia point out a point he had never thought of before, Limon was troubled.

That’s not wrong.

The artist’s painting style remains in the painting.

It is as if the idea of the originator is buried in the problem.

If the seal is considered a creation after all, it was only natural that the more one knows the intention of the creator, the easier it will be to unlock.

In that respect, Limon had an advantage in that he knew the creator, but…

“I don’t know?”

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that, doctor. In the first place, that old man was not a nobleman to understand.”

Limon scratched his cheek at Maia’s blatant gaze of contempt.

An ancient philosopher who lived a long time.

An orator who won autonomy against the seven dragons.

Politicians who established and governed the Free City Federation, etc.

Plato, who had a reputation for being active in so many ways before becoming a linguist, was an oddball that was hard to understand.

While preaching the importance of abstinence, don’t you enjoy drinking, singing, and even gambling?

Isn’t it passed off as sophistry while being caught and stripped of his neck while playing bottomless against Limon?

Because it was all over the place.

“Isn’t it like the fact that the old man who insisted that all artists should be banished because they are useless?”

“Isn’t it because there was no artist who could meet his criteria?”

“The problem is that art that satisfies that old man is impossible.”

Plato believed that only true art exists in the idea, the essence of all things.

So whether it’s a sculpture or a painting.

Perfect only in your imagination.

He was also someone who considered the art of reality to be an imitation and an insult at the point of being processed and created by human hands.

That’s why he left a carving knife.

Artists who had been insulted by Plato in the past would be astonished if they knew.

Even more so in that he had even carved his name proudly on the carving knife, even if it was not enough to hide it tightly.

But after hearing what Limon said.

Maia rather snorted.

“It’s a new word.”

“what?”

“Humans are contradictory.”

It bothers me because I like it.

Do what you do, even if it’s work.

Even if you say that the inside is important, look first at the appearance.

Instead of earning money to live comfortably, they live hard to earn money.

that’s human.

Unlike a logical spirit, it is said to be a being that inevitably harbors contradictions.

Maia, who spoke cynically as usual, added one more word.

“Even if you, the swordsman, turned your back on that country.”

“…Doesn’t there seem to be any contradiction in my leaving the country?”

“How are you?”

“What the heck…”

He just scratched his cheek.

Looking at Limon who couldn’t answer.

Maia held on to a cold sneer as if she knew that would happen.

“Don’t just conclude that Plato was an eccentric. Understanding his contradiction might be the clue to unsealing it.”

“I’ll listen to you, doctor.”

Limon shook his head.

Although there are many pessimistic views mixed in, Maia’s advice was worth considering.

Even more so now that there is no progress in sculpting.

“How about the results of the investigation? Have you got anything?”

But treatment is treatment, and right now you have to do what you have to do.

How did the millennial search go?

Maia responded coldly to Limon, who asked him casually.

“As expected.”

“Didn’t you find anything else?”

“Anyway, if there was a clue to the location of the millennial flower here, we would have found it long ago.”

“What would it be?”

A ruin in the middle of a swamp.

To be precise, Limon shook his head as he looked back at the place that was the temporary base of the Forest Guild.

In the past, after Maia invaded alone, the area was devastated by a fight with Gula and the Forest Guild.

Besides, after that Gulla marched on São Paulo and disposed of everything that was left.

There were no clues left.

“Still, there are results.”

“What?”

“This is it.”

Knowing that fact, is it worthwhile to stop by this place on purpose before searching Amazon?

Limon narrowed his eyes when he saw Maia holding out a handkerchief wrapped in a handkerchief.

It was muddy and dry, but if you looked closely you could see that it was a golden petal.

“This could be…”

“It’s the self-flowering of a millennial flower. Arbella found it sunk at the bottom of the swamp.”

“Hmm, I’m sure that bastard had millennium flowers.”

Limon shook his head.

Although it does not bloom in a thousand years like the millennial flower, the self-flower is also a flower that can only be seen around the millennium flower.

The fact that such a thing was in a place like this was proof that the monster lord, Gula, had discovered the millennial flower.

“How are you? Perhaps this could be used to find the millennial flower?”

“That’s it, I don’t know.”

Limon shrugged.

He was a sword master, not a hunting dog.

In the first place, it was impossible for even a hunting dog with a good nose to track down the smell of millennials in the Amazon.

“Well, it’s better than nothing, right?”

“What a pitiful guide.”

“I can’t help it because I haven’t found a way yet.”

Is that why you brought a guide to replace you?

After answering bluntly.

Limon added one more leisurely.

“If you ever get lost along the way, don’t fret too much. Even if it takes time to find it, the millennial flower won’t run away.”

“Instead, our Quetzalcoatl could be ruined.”

“I hope so.”

No matter how fast the expansion of potions is, the Seven Dragons company that dominated the world’s wealth should go bankrupt overnight.

I was laughing and talking.

Limon suddenly tilted his head.

“By the way, doctor, is today’s lunch menu a whole roast?”

“What nonsense?”

“Hmm, if not.”

It was as if he had already gone mad because of the intoxication.

Looking at Maia, who frowned, Limon shook his head.

and scratched his cheek.

‘I think there was a faint smell of grilling meat. Is it because of my mood?’

There was no way there would be anyone other than themselves in the depths of this Amazon.

It must have been that the Jaguar passing by a few days ago had been struck by lightning.

Leaving aside the fuzzy smell that even the sword master couldn’t smell, Limon discussed the future journey with Maia.

* * *

“Please, sister.”

An Indian girl wakes up from a nap.

Suri, who was running with the sword spirit, looked at the man in the black cloak holding out the withered petals in awe.

And reluctantly, he brought the petal he held out to the tip of his nose.

sniff sniff.

Wrinkle your nose for a while.

The running repairman raised his head.

Then he looked around, fixed his gaze on one side, and suddenly flung himself to one side of the jungle.

Whether the rest of the party follows.

or remain as is.

It’s like he doesn’t know.

Sensing her presence on the other side of the bush, Vlad looked back.

“Follow the sisters like this.”

“…you’re looking for millennials in a very unique way?”

Maybe it was because I didn’t know that sword masters would use such a simple method.

Vlad said quietly to Johanna, who was following Suri, who was running with her guild members while wearing a mysterious expression.

“It is unique. It’s a method that can only be used because it’s the sword spirit sister.”

“Doesn’t the sword spirit have a keen sense of smell?”

“It is not a matter of smell.”

Vlad shook his head.

Among the sword masters of all time, if I had to pick one with the most excellent five senses, it would be Sword Hu who has developed other senses as much as he is blind.

If I had to choose someone with the most intuition, it would be Limon, who has gone through all kinds of prenatal battles.

However, it was impossible for even them to find millennial flowers on the Amazon as easily as the Sword Spirit.

“Since the sister-in-law isn’t looking for millennial flowers by smell.”

“…?”

Then on what basis are they guiding themselves?

To Johanna who was puzzled, Vlad did not bother to explain in detail.

It’s something you’ll find out when you’re together anyway.

Guided by such a running eagle, they proceeded through the jungle.

Amazon’s simcheo.

Towards the land of ancient mysteries where no human step is permitted.