Chapter 226: - 51 "Sam and the merchant" ②
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"You're kidding, right?"
Sam is speechless.
If Yarl's words are true, it's a terrible thing.
"There must be no one in the world today who can make a magic sword. The reason why the magic sword is so rare is because it cannot be made with modern technology!
"But I can make it. Well, I admit I'm a little cunning. But isn't Samuel the same way?"
"Me? Why?"
"Your skill is beyond that of a magic sword and in the realm of the holy sword. It's terrifying, and I envy you.
"So you know my skills too. But it's not that big of a deal.
"I hate to sound like I'm bragging, but I've never had one of my lovingly crafted magical swords broken. But you broke my sword so easily. I was shocked."
"I'm sorry about that. But it's your fault for making such a mess."
We continue our conversation, hoping to extract as much information as possible.
Yarl is very talkative.
It is not clear if he is okay with information leaking out of the conversation or if he does not care.
Regardless of who or what Yarl is, the existence of a person who can make a magic sword is in jeopardy.
If he is capable of producing magic swords in large quantities, he is in big trouble.
If he is not careful, the balance of the nations of the continent could be upset.
"Well, I guess it's time you tell us. Why do you let Mannion have a magic sword and come after me?"
You were intruding a bit, sir.
You could have been clearer.
Albert Frege, Misery Michelle.
What about them?
He was a fool who ruined himself by getting involved with you, but he was also my collaborator.
"Cooperation? For what?"
To take the Kingdom of Skye. --In other words, he was a traitor.
Well, then he deserved to die.
Albert Frege and Misery Michel were people who, considering their personalities, would have been willing to sell the country if it were good enough for them.
It would not surprise me if they are now revealed to have been traitors.
"Well, we were going to use him and then kill him, but we would have liked to use him a little more."
"No, those guys are useless."
Even people like that have their uses.
"I see. So, who are you to talk about taking the Kingdom of Skye?
"I, no, we are the people of Najaria."
Sam knew about the people of Najaria when Yarl mentioned them.
He tilted his head, because he knew them.
"What? The Najarians are from the northernmost part of the continent, right? Why are they going after the Kingdom of Skye in the south?"
"Well, there are many reasons, but it is my family's long-cherished desire to take territory from the hated Kingdom of Skye."
"--quite annoying."
I'm not sure why, but the idea of owning the Kingdom of Skye is annoying as hell.
"We are acting for a cause, and there is no need to stop us."
"So, I'm in your way."
"Yes. Very disturbing. It's not good to have a force like you in the sky kingdom. So please die.
"Screw you, you're dead."
Sam kicked the ground and reared his right arm as he came within inches of Yarl.
"--Kirisakumono!"
Yarl's body was sliced in a horizontal line across his abdomen, sending his upper body flying through the air and falling noisily to the ground.
However, Sam's arms did not feel anything cut.
Before that, there was no blood flowing from the yarl that had cut him in two.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, this is great. After actually tasting it, I am convinced. I don't think my magic sword will be able to compete with you. For the time being, I'll have to concentrate on making a magic sword that surpasses yours. We will meet again, Mr. Samuel Scheidt. I will prepare a more useful piece this time.
"Don't come back."
Yar's body fades away.
He does not know how it works, but if it is magic, it is something unknown to Sam.
"Well then, goodbye."
With these words, Yarl disappeared.
It was as if he had never been there in the first place, leaving nothing behind.
All that was left was Manion, whose corpse was not even properly preserved, and Yolanda, who was kneeling where her son would have been.
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"You're kidding, right?"
Sam is speechless.
If Yarl's words are true, it's a terrible thing.
"There must be no one in the world today who can make a magic sword. The reason why the magic sword is so rare is because it cannot be made with modern technology!
"But I can make it. Well, I admit I'm a little cunning. But isn't Samuel the same way?"
"Me? Why?"
"Your skill is beyond that of a magic sword and in the realm of the holy sword. It's terrifying, and I envy you.
"So you know my skills too. But it's not that big of a deal.
"I hate to sound like I'm bragging, but I've never had one of my lovingly crafted magical swords broken. But you broke my sword so easily. I was shocked."
"I'm sorry about that. But it's your fault for making such a mess."
We continue our conversation, hoping to extract as much information as possible.
Yarl is very talkative.
It is not clear if he is okay with information leaking out of the conversation or if he does not care.
Regardless of who or what Yarl is, the existence of a person who can make a magic sword is in jeopardy.
If he is capable of producing magic swords in large quantities, he is in big trouble.
If he is not careful, the balance of the nations of the continent could be upset.
"Well, I guess it's time you tell us. Why do you let Mannion have a magic sword and come after me?"
You were intruding a bit, sir.
You could have been clearer.
Albert Frege, Misery Michelle.
What about them?
He was a fool who ruined himself by getting involved with you, but he was also my collaborator.
"Cooperation? For what?"
To take the Kingdom of Skye. --In other words, he was a traitor.
Well, then he deserved to die.
Albert Frege and Misery Michel were people who, considering their personalities, would have been willing to sell the country if it were good enough for them.
It would not surprise me if they are now revealed to have been traitors.
"Well, we were going to use him and then kill him, but we would have liked to use him a little more."
"No, those guys are useless."
Even people like that have their uses.
"I see. So, who are you to talk about taking the Kingdom of Skye?
"I, no, we are the people of Najaria."
Sam knew about the people of Najaria when Yarl mentioned them.
He tilted his head, because he knew them.
"What? The Najarians are from the northernmost part of the continent, right? Why are they going after the Kingdom of Skye in the south?"
"Well, there are many reasons, but it is my family's long-cherished desire to take territory from the hated Kingdom of Skye."
"--quite annoying."
I'm not sure why, but the idea of owning the Kingdom of Skye is annoying as hell.
"We are acting for a cause, and there is no need to stop us."
"So, I'm in your way."
"Yes. Very disturbing. It's not good to have a force like you in the sky kingdom. So please die.
"Screw you, you're dead."
Sam kicked the ground and reared his right arm as he came within inches of Yarl.
"--Kirisakumono!"
Yarl's body was sliced in a horizontal line across his abdomen, sending his upper body flying through the air and falling noisily to the ground.
However, Sam's arms did not feel anything cut.
Before that, there was no blood flowing from the yarl that had cut him in two.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, this is great. After actually tasting it, I am convinced. I don't think my magic sword will be able to compete with you. For the time being, I'll have to concentrate on making a magic sword that surpasses yours. We will meet again, Mr. Samuel Scheidt. I will prepare a more useful piece this time.
"Don't come back."
Yar's body fades away.
He does not know how it works, but if it is magic, it is something unknown to Sam.
"Well then, goodbye."
With these words, Yarl disappeared.
It was as if he had never been there in the first place, leaving nothing behind.
All that was left was Manion, whose corpse was not even properly preserved, and Yolanda, who was kneeling where her son would have been.
"You're kidding, right?"Sam is speechless.If Yarl's words are true, it's a terrible thing."There must be no one in the world today who can make a magic sword. The reason why the magic sword is so rare is because it cannot be made with modern technology!"But I can make it. Well, I admit I'm a little cunning. But isn't Samuel the same way?""Me?Why?""Your skill is beyond that of a magic sword and in the realm of the holy sword. It's terrifying, and I envy you."So you know my skills too. But it's not that big of a deal."I hate to sound like I'm bragging, but I've never had one of my lovingly crafted magical swords broken. But you broke my sword so easily. I was shocked.""I'm sorry about that. But it's your fault for making such a mess."We continue our conversation, hoping to extract as much information as possible.Yarl is very talkative.It is not clear if he is okay with information leaking out of the conversation or if he does not care.Regardless of who or what Yarl is, the existence of a person who can make a magic sword is in jeopardy.If he is capable of producing magic swords in large quantities, he is in big trouble.If he is not careful, the balance of the nations of the continent could be upset."Well, I guess it's time you tell us.Why do you let Mannion have a magic sword and come after me?"You were intruding a bit, sir.You could have been clearer.Albert Frege, Misery Michelle.What about them?He was a fool who ruined himself by getting involved with you, but he was also my collaborator."Cooperation?For what?"To take the Kingdom of Skye. --In other words, he was a traitor.Well, then he deserved to die.Albert Frege and Misery Michel were people who, considering their personalities, would have been willing to sell the country if it were good enough for them.It would not surprise me if they are now revealed to have been traitors."Well, we were going to use him and then kill him, but we would have liked to use him a little more.""No, those guys are useless."Even people like that have their uses."I see. So, who are you to talk about taking the Kingdom of Skye?"I, no, we are the people of Najaria."Sam knew about the people of Najaria when Yarl mentioned them.He tilted his head, because he knew them."What?The Najarians are from the northernmost part of the continent, right?Why are they going after the Kingdom of Skye in the south?""Well, there are many reasons, but it is my family's long-cherished desire to take territory from the hated Kingdom of Skye.""--quite annoying."I'm not sure why, but the idea of owning the Kingdom of Skye is annoying as hell."We are acting for a cause, and there is no need to stop us.""So, I'm in your way.""Yes. Very disturbing. It's not good to have a force like you in the sky kingdom. So please die."Screw you, you're dead."Sam kicked the ground and reared his right arm as he came within inches of Yarl."--Kirisakumono!"Yarl's body was sliced in a horizontal line across his abdomen, sending his upper body flying through the air and falling noisily to the ground.However, Sam's arms did not feel anything cut.Before that, there was no blood flowing from the yarl that had cut him in two."Hahaha, hahahaha, this is great. After actually tasting it, I am convinced. I don't think my magic sword will be able to compete with you. For the time being, I'll have to concentrate on making a magic sword that surpasses yours. We will meet again, Mr. Samuel Scheidt. I will prepare a more useful piece this time."Don't come back."Yar's body fades away.He does not know how it works, but if it is magic, it is something unknown to Sam."Well then, goodbye."With these words, Yarl disappeared.It was as if he had never been there in the first place, leaving nothing behind.All that was left was Manion, whose corpse was not even properly preserved, and Yolanda, who was kneeling where her son would have been.
