Chapter 199: - 24 Manion and merchants ②
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Mannion looks at the merchant who suddenly appears.
"I can't take anything from him, can I?"
"Yes, I don't know who Samuel Scheidt is in your mind, but I know him to be the greatest wizard I've ever known.
Manion could not take the words of the merchant, who seemed to have some respect for Sam, in stride.
"How can he be the strongest when he was just too scared to do anything about me! If he's the best, then I'm the best!"
"With all due respect, you can't beat Samuel. No, but even if you could, who would recognize you and tell you that what is Samuel's is yours?
"Well, that's..."
"Samuel is not only strong. He is well remembered by His Majesty Clyde Isle-Sky, King of the Kingdom of Skye, and is a friend to other court wizards and sorcerers. He has many allies, but how many allies do you have?"
"--"
Mannion had nothing to say in return.
The merchant was right, Mannion did not have Sam's connections.
"If I lived in King's Landing, I'd be just like him."
Yes, yes, of course. Yes, of course. You're not as good as Samuel because you're in a lonely barony in the countryside."
I am not inferior! Sure, I'm not well-connected, but how could I be inferior to a man like that!"
"Oops, my bad. Yes, Mr. Manion is not inferior to Samuel. If we fight, we can win, can't we?
"Of course! There is no way I could lose to that scum!"
"-With your ugly, fat frame, can't you even run properly, let alone wield a sword?"
"You insult me!"
Manion, red in the face, spits in the air.
But, perhaps aware of the merchant's point, he tries to hide his bloated belly, as if ashamed.
If you try to take it from him, Samuel will surely resist. He will be desperate not to have what is his."
"Well, then, what should I do?
"-That's why we recommend this product."
As if he had been waiting for us, the merchant pulled a pitch-black sword out of the void.
It was a weird-looking long sword, black from the tip to the hilt.
Manion did not understand it, but if Sam had been there, he would have frowned at the evil and magical power coming from the long sword.
"What is this weird sword?"
"Oh, well, creepy is the word, isn't it? The power hidden in this sword is extraordinary. After all... it's a magic sword!
"--a magic sword?
Mannion's eyes widened in surprise.
No wonder. It's not every day you get to see a magic sword.
They cannot be mass-produced in the first place, and are made by a renowned craftsman who has been trained for many years, using first-rate materials and magical power.
It is not something that is generally distributed.
It is not something that can be easily obtained, such as a nobleman's heirloom passed down from generation to generation, or a skilled adventurer who finds it in the deepest part of a dungeon.
Even Manion is a swordsman. He has a longing for the magic sword.
And with the sword right in front of him, he should not be surprised.
"Yes, a magic sword. It took a lot of work to get it, but it was worth it.
Give me that! If only I had a magic sword!
Yes, of course. I'll give it to Master Manion.
"Are you sure about ......?"
Manion was dazzled by the magic sword and demanded to give it to the merchant, but he was disappointed when the merchant readily agreed to give it to him.
He even suspected that the sword might be a fake.
"However, I have a condition before I give it to you.
"Conditions? What is it?"
It means that you are recognized by this magic sword. It is said that the sword has a will and chooses its wielder. If it is chosen, it will have unimaginable power, but if it is not chosen, it will suck your life away and you will die.
Manion's throat clears.
The merchant smiled at the boy.
"Well, how can I help you?"
"...... that's..."
Knowing that his life was in danger, Mannion became frightened.
It should have been easy for him to take everything from Sam.
But, as the merchant pointed out, he needed a weapon to defeat Sam.
Still, it was Manion's honest intention not to take the risk.
"What are you afraid of, when you are about to take everything from Sam!"
A voice scolded Manion, who was unable to reach for the magic sword in front of him.
"Oh, Mother!"
"Oh, ma'am."
Manion's mother, Yolanda.
She is supposed to be resting in the carriage, but she has probably come to look for Mannion.
She takes one look at her son who is hesitating before the magic sword and looks at the merchant with a sniff.
"I don't know which merchant you are, but it's a good decision to let Manion look at my son."
"I am honored by your compliments."
Come on, Manion. Pick up the magic sword.
"But, but..."
Take it! You piece of shit! You will take everything from Samuel and take revenge on your husband and Harry! Why do you hesitate! You don't have the guts to risk your life!"
"But, but..."
Just do it! You dullard!"
Yes, yes!
Yolanda, not bothering to hide her annoyance at her son's fear of the evil sword, yelled at him.
Manion does as he is told.
Reflexively, he reaches for the sword and grips its hilt.
"Ah!"
At that moment, I felt a connection with the sword.
"Oh, this is wonderful! The demon sword has acknowledged Master Manion as its master!"
"Oh, I was chosen by the demon sword?"
"Yes, yes, of course! From now on, you are a demon swordsman! You are now a mage!
"Excellent, Manion! That's my boy! Even the Master doesn't have a magic sword, but you have one! Now we can kill Samuel and take everything!"
"Congratulations."
Manion, who had become the master of the magic sword so easily and unexpectedly, did not know what had happened to him, but he realized that he was the chosen one when he heard the compliments of his mother and the merchant.
"I am the master of the magic sword! Yes, I was chosen! I knew I was special! I'm a genius!"
"Yes, Manion! You are my son, of course you are special!
"Now I can take everything from Samuel! I can even get revenge on your father and Harry!"
Manion, elated at being chosen as the magic sword, begins to laugh hysterically.
Yolanda joined him and continued to laugh happily.
The merchant smiled a crooked smile as he applauded Manion.
"Now, I have a proposal for you, Mr. Manion.
"What?"
"Would you like to try your hand at slaying?"
"Trial slaying, huh?"
Yes, a trial slash. Fortunately, this is Viscount Riedyll's domain. The domain of the family of your former fiancee who disrespected you. Isn't it an appropriate place to wield a magic sword?
The merchant's words brought a twisted smile to Manion and Yolanda's faces.
They understood what the merchant was trying to say.
"Fortunately, there is a small village nearby. --Would you like to try it out?
"Fine, show me around!"
I knew you would say that. Come on, this way.
Guided by the merchant, Manion follows, magic sword in hand.
Yolanda and her son go deeper into the forest.
--That day, a village was destroyed.
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Mannion looks at the merchant who suddenly appears.
"I can't take anything from him, can I?"
"Yes, I don't know who Samuel Scheidt is in your mind, but I know him to be the greatest wizard I've ever known.
Manion could not take the words of the merchant, who seemed to have some respect for Sam, in stride.
"How can he be the strongest when he was just too scared to do anything about me! If he's the best, then I'm the best!"
"With all due respect, you can't beat Samuel. No, but even if you could, who would recognize you and tell you that what is Samuel's is yours?
"Well, that's..."
"Samuel is not only strong. He is well remembered by His Majesty Clyde Isle-Sky, King of the Kingdom of Skye, and is a friend to other court wizards and sorcerers. He has many allies, but how many allies do you have?"
"--"
Mannion had nothing to say in return.
The merchant was right, Mannion did not have Sam's connections.
"If I lived in King's Landing, I'd be just like him."
Yes, yes, of course. Yes, of course. You're not as good as Samuel because you're in a lonely barony in the countryside."
I am not inferior! Sure, I'm not well-connected, but how could I be inferior to a man like that!"
"Oops, my bad. Yes, Mr. Manion is not inferior to Samuel. If we fight, we can win, can't we?
"Of course! There is no way I could lose to that scum!"
"-With your ugly, fat frame, can't you even run properly, let alone wield a sword?"
"You insult me!"
Manion, red in the face, spits in the air.
But, perhaps aware of the merchant's point, he tries to hide his bloated belly, as if ashamed.
If you try to take it from him, Samuel will surely resist. He will be desperate not to have what is his."
"Well, then, what should I do?
"-That's why we recommend this product."
As if he had been waiting for us, the merchant pulled a pitch-black sword out of the void.
It was a weird-looking long sword, black from the tip to the hilt.
Manion did not understand it, but if Sam had been there, he would have frowned at the evil and magical power coming from the long sword.
"What is this weird sword?"
"Oh, well, creepy is the word, isn't it? The power hidden in this sword is extraordinary. After all... it's a magic sword!
"--a magic sword?
Mannion's eyes widened in surprise.
No wonder. It's not every day you get to see a magic sword.
They cannot be mass-produced in the first place, and are made by a renowned craftsman who has been trained for many years, using first-rate materials and magical power.
It is not something that is generally distributed.
It is not something that can be easily obtained, such as a nobleman's heirloom passed down from generation to generation, or a skilled adventurer who finds it in the deepest part of a dungeon.
Even Manion is a swordsman. He has a longing for the magic sword.
And with the sword right in front of him, he should not be surprised.
"Yes, a magic sword. It took a lot of work to get it, but it was worth it.
Give me that! If only I had a magic sword!
Yes, of course. I'll give it to Master Manion.
"Are you sure about ......?"
Manion was dazzled by the magic sword and demanded to give it to the merchant, but he was disappointed when the merchant readily agreed to give it to him.
He even suspected that the sword might be a fake.
"However, I have a condition before I give it to you.
"Conditions? What is it?"
It means that you are recognized by this magic sword. It is said that the sword has a will and chooses its wielder. If it is chosen, it will have unimaginable power, but if it is not chosen, it will suck your life away and you will die.
Manion's throat clears.
The merchant smiled at the boy.
"Well, how can I help you?"
"...... that's..."
Knowing that his life was in danger, Mannion became frightened.
It should have been easy for him to take everything from Sam.
But, as the merchant pointed out, he needed a weapon to defeat Sam.
Still, it was Manion's honest intention not to take the risk.
"What are you afraid of, when you are about to take everything from Sam!"
A voice scolded Manion, who was unable to reach for the magic sword in front of him.
"Oh, Mother!"
"Oh, ma'am."
Manion's mother, Yolanda.
She is supposed to be resting in the carriage, but she has probably come to look for Mannion.
She takes one look at her son who is hesitating before the magic sword and looks at the merchant with a sniff.
"I don't know which merchant you are, but it's a good decision to let Manion look at my son."
"I am honored by your compliments."
Come on, Manion. Pick up the magic sword.
"But, but..."
Take it! You piece of shit! You will take everything from Samuel and take revenge on your husband and Harry! Why do you hesitate! You don't have the guts to risk your life!"
"But, but..."
Just do it! You dullard!"
Yes, yes!
Yolanda, not bothering to hide her annoyance at her son's fear of the evil sword, yelled at him.
Manion does as he is told.
Reflexively, he reaches for the sword and grips its hilt.
"Ah!"
At that moment, I felt a connection with the sword.
"Oh, this is wonderful! The demon sword has acknowledged Master Manion as its master!"
"Oh, I was chosen by the demon sword?"
"Yes, yes, of course! From now on, you are a demon swordsman! You are now a mage!
"Excellent, Manion! That's my boy! Even the Master doesn't have a magic sword, but you have one! Now we can kill Samuel and take everything!"
"Congratulations."
Manion, who had become the master of the magic sword so easily and unexpectedly, did not know what had happened to him, but he realized that he was the chosen one when he heard the compliments of his mother and the merchant.
"I am the master of the magic sword! Yes, I was chosen! I knew I was special! I'm a genius!"
"Yes, Manion! You are my son, of course you are special!
"Now I can take everything from Samuel! I can even get revenge on your father and Harry!"
Manion, elated at being chosen as the magic sword, begins to laugh hysterically.
Yolanda joined him and continued to laugh happily.
The merchant smiled a crooked smile as he applauded Manion.
"Now, I have a proposal for you, Mr. Manion.
"What?"
"Would you like to try your hand at slaying?"
"Trial slaying, huh?"
Yes, a trial slash. Fortunately, this is Viscount Riedyll's domain. The domain of the family of your former fiancee who disrespected you. Isn't it an appropriate place to wield a magic sword?
The merchant's words brought a twisted smile to Manion and Yolanda's faces.
They understood what the merchant was trying to say.
"Fortunately, there is a small village nearby. --Would you like to try it out?
"Fine, show me around!"
I knew you would say that. Come on, this way.
Guided by the merchant, Manion follows, magic sword in hand.
Yolanda and her son go deeper into the forest.
--That day, a village was destroyed.
Mannion looks at the merchant who suddenly appears."I can't take anything from him, can I?""Yes, I don't know who Samuel Scheidt is in your mind, but I know him to be the greatest wizard I've ever known.Manion could not take the words of the merchant, who seemed to have some respect for Sam, in stride."How can he be the strongest when he was just too scared to do anything about me!If he's the best, then I'm the best!""With all due respect, you can't beat Samuel. No, but even if you could, who would recognize you and tell you that what is Samuel's is yours?"Well, that's...""Samuel is not only strong. He is well remembered by His Majesty Clyde Isle-Sky, King of the Kingdom of Skye, and is a friend to other court wizards and sorcerers. He has many allies, but how many allies do you have?""--"Mannion had nothing to say in return.The merchant was right, Mannion did not have Sam's connections."If I lived in King's Landing, I'd be just like him."Yes, yes, of course. Yes, of course. You're not as good as Samuel because you're in a lonely barony in the countryside."I am not inferior!Sure, I'm not well-connected, but how could I be inferior to a man like that!""Oops, my bad. Yes, Mr. Manion is not inferior to Samuel. If we fight, we can win, can't we?"Of course!There is no way I could lose to that scum!""-With your ugly, fat frame, can't you even run properly, let alone wield a sword?""You insult me!"Manion, red in the face, spits in the air.But, perhaps aware of the merchant's point, he tries to hide his bloated belly, as if ashamed.If you try to take it from him, Samuel will surely resist. He will be desperate not to have what is his.""Well, then, what should I do?"-That's why we recommend this product."As if he had been waiting for us, the merchant pulled a pitch-black sword out of the void.It was a weird-looking long sword, black from the tip to the hilt.Manion did not understand it, but if Sam had been there, he would have frowned at the evil and magical power coming from the long sword."What is this weird sword?""Oh, well, creepy is the word, isn't it? The power hidden in this sword is extraordinary. After all... it's a magic sword!"--a magic sword?Mannion's eyes widened in surprise.No wonder. It's not every day you get to see a magic sword.They cannot be mass-produced in the first place, and are made by a renowned craftsman who has been trained for many years, using first-rate materials and magical power.It is not something that is generally distributed.It is not something that can be easily obtained, such as a nobleman's heirloom passed down from generation to generation, or a skilled adventurer who finds it in the deepest part of a dungeon.Even Manion is a swordsman. He has a longing for the magic sword.And with the sword right in front of him, he should not be surprised."Yes, a magic sword. It took a lot of work to get it, but it was worth it.Give me that!If only I had a magic sword!Yes, of course. I'll give it to Master Manion."Are you sure about ......?"Manion was dazzled by the magic sword and demanded to give it to the merchant, but he was disappointed when the merchant readily agreed to give it to him.He even suspected that the sword might be a fake."However, I have a condition before I give it to you."Conditions?What is it?"It means that you are recognized by this magic sword. It is said that the sword has a will and chooses its wielder. If it is chosen, it will have unimaginable power, but if it is not chosen, it will suck your life away and you will die.Manion's throat clears.The merchant smiled at the boy."Well, how can I help you?""...... that's..."Knowing that his life was in danger, Mannion became frightened.It should have been easy for him to take everything from Sam.But, as the merchant pointed out, he needed a weapon to defeat Sam.Still, it was Manion's honest intention not to take the risk."What are you afraid of, when you are about to take everything from Sam!"A voice scolded Manion, who was unable to reach for the magic sword in front of him."Oh, Mother!""Oh, ma'am."Manion's mother, Yolanda.She is supposed to be resting in the carriage, but she has probably come to look for Mannion.She takes one look at her son who is hesitating before the magic sword and looks at the merchant with a sniff."I don't know which merchant you are, but it's a good decision to let Manion look at my son.""I am honored by your compliments."Come on, Manion. Pick up the magic sword."But, but..."Take it!You piece of shit!You will take everything from Samuel and take revenge on your husband and Harry!Why do you hesitate!You don't have the guts to risk your life!""But, but..."Just do it!You dullard!"Yes, yes!Yolanda, not bothering to hide her annoyance at her son's fear of the evil sword, yelled at him.Manion does as he is told.Reflexively, he reaches for the sword and grips its hilt."Ah!"At that moment, I felt a connection with the sword."Oh, this is wonderful!The demon sword has acknowledged Master Manion as its master!""Oh, I was chosen by the demon sword?""Yes, yes, of course!From now on, you are a demon swordsman!You are now a mage!"Excellent, Manion!That's my boy!Even the Master doesn't have a magic sword, but you have one!Now we can kill Samuel and take everything!""Congratulations."Manion, who had become the master of the magic sword so easily and unexpectedly, did not know what had happened to him, but he realized that he was the chosen one when he heard the compliments of his mother and the merchant."I am the master of the magic sword!Yes, I was chosen!I knew I was special!I'm a genius!""Yes, Manion!You are my son, of course you are special!"Now I can take everything from Samuel!I can even get revenge on your father and Harry!"Manion, elated at being chosen as the magic sword, begins to laugh hysterically.Yolanda joined him and continued to laugh happily.The merchant smiled a crooked smile as he applauded Manion."Now, I have a proposal for you, Mr. Manion."What?""Would you like to try your hand at slaying?""Trial slaying, huh?"Yes, a trial slash. Fortunately, this is Viscount Riedyll's domain. The domain of the family of your former fiancee who disrespected you. Isn't it an appropriate place to wield a magic sword?The merchant's words brought a twisted smile to Manion and Yolanda's faces.They understood what the merchant was trying to say."Fortunately, there is a small village nearby. --Would you like to try it out?"Fine, show me around!"I knew you would say that. Come on, this way.Guided by the merchant, Manion follows, magic sword in hand.Yolanda and her son go deeper into the forest.--That day, a village was destroyed.
