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Genius Warlock-Episode 462

462. golden shaman (3)

Edith said.

In the past, there was a rumor that the Prometheus company made a deal with the devil to turn red men into magic stones, and the ghost story of the Golden Shaman also originated at this time..

‘Of course, it's not certain. There are all kinds of strange rumors going around in the New World... Honestly, I'm not interested in that kind of thing..’

Oliver asked after hearing the explanation. But how does he know?.

‘A long time ago, some red people made noise and protested. People believed to be members of the Prometheus company are kidnapping their families and friends and committing terrible acts... Well, I was ignored and suppressed, but.’

Oliver asked how that could be possible..

It's not an area I'm familiar with, but I don't think it's an issue that should just be ignored or suppressed..

‘Why can't this just be ignored? At the time, First Step was a transitional period from a military city to a resource mining city. From hippos eating money, to milking cows. That wet Prometheus company. Why not ignore it??’

Only then did I understand what was being said. Even in Landa, trivial truths were covered up for great economic gain..

Oliver was reminded of the Mattel gun from the past. It's not clear yet, but it seems like things like that are rampant in the world..

Edith said one more thing. very plainly.

‘What matters more than anything is that he is a fucking red person. There's no problem if you ignore it.’

It seemed like an insincere answer, but Oliver seemed to know what Edith meant..

The growing influence of Prometheus at the time was an important reason, but the fact that the people who discussed the issue before that time were red people also played a role..

‘But like I said before, I don't care about that one bit. What matters is my interests. In the past, when Prometheus' stock rose like crazy, I dismissed it as bullshit, but now things have changed and I'm interested. So, I will give you the data that investigated the rumors at the time, so you can check if the rumors are true. If you check, you will find evidence..’

Edith held out a bundle of old papers with a new assignment..

Contrary to his statement that he was not interested, it seemed like he personally investigated it at the time..

When I looked into it, the data was only rumors, but there was quite a bit of detail. As if to prove that Edith didn't just get to where she is now..

Oliver asked. If the rumors are true and you find evidence, what will you do?.

‘I have to deal.’

Edith answered.

After listening to the explanation, Oliver referred to the information provided by Edith and visited a slum near the port where former slaves were gathered..

To confirm whether the rumors about Prometheus are true and to check the evidence.

‘I barely arrived.’

Oliver muttered to himself as he looked at the destination he had finally arrived at after wandering through the crowded slums..

The destination was none other than a closed slave camp, a building located on the highest hill in this slum..

The slave camp that operated until slavery was officially abolished is now an abandoned house that creates an eerie atmosphere and is a landmark of the slums here..

It seemed really ironic.

A residence for red people and their mixed race was built around this building that housed red people's slaves..

Well, if you think about it, it might not be that strange..

This place where the slave camp was located was an area that was frowned upon even within the city, and it was natural for the lower class of society to flock to such places..

‘So at first glance, it looks like some kind of fate. It's like everything goes back to its original place. However, it is actually a natural phenomenon that follows certain rules. In the end, people gather together and go to places that suit them. Except for a few odd people..’

I was reminded of a lesson I received from the city's Minister of the Interior, Paul Carver..

Oliver, who was lost in thought for a moment, immediately came to his senses and returned to reality..

Although it was fun to recall the lessons of the past, work comes first now..

In some cases, I was able to finish the task sooner than expected and go back to my original job..

Oliver took out an old piece of paper from his pocket and read it again. It was a collection of various rumors circulating among the red people at the time, based on information received from Edith..

Of course the rumors weren't good, and the one about this abandoned slave camp was even worse..

It is said that red people are turned into magic stones through a terrible ritual..

‘I can't tell from the outside.’

Oliver thought as he inspected the abandoned slave camp. As mentioned before, he looked creepy, but apart from that, there was nothing special in the warlock's eyes..

Things like defense using magic or black magic, or concealment techniques..

What was unusual was that there weren't too many people and it was quiet, but that was probably because it was a haunted house..

Oliver was lost in thought as he surveyed the slave camp for a moment, but soon realized that he wasn't smart enough to figure things out with his head and decided to make his move..

Oliver lightly touches the wooden fence that looks like it might fall down at any moment and jumps in place. Got over the fence in one go.

Without any physical strengthening through magic power or emotions.

Oliver was once again impressed by his greatly improved physical abilities..

Growling-

Of course, I couldn't get used to this hunger, but.

Oliver took out a calorie bar, chewed it, looked into the building, and found an entrance. He wrapped his black suit around one hand and forced the door open and went inside..

Naturally, the inside of the building, which had been abandoned for a long time, was full of dust and darkness. Oliver used the magic stored in his body to create a light orb to illuminate the surroundings, settle the dust, and enter the interior without hesitation..

Perhaps because it was built a long time ago and its intended use was intended, the interior of the building stood out as being rustic and practical..

‘Maybe it's because it's old, but it reminds me of the building I followed the owner into..’

When Oliver first came to Landa, he suddenly remembered the building he followed Joseph to. The altar where Joseph sacrificed his disciples. Coincidentally, it was also a closed building..

‘Oh, now that I think about it, I guess I didn't care what to do with that place? The master's body is there too..’

Oliver realized something important too late..

Since it has not been selected as an important area for redevelopment, there will be no problem leaving it as is for now, but as the redevelopment project intensifies, that area will also need to be addressed..

‘hmm······.’

Oliver looked through the ground floor of the slave camp, wondering what to do with the place, and then went down to the basement where the slaves were actually kept..

“They all look the same.”

Oliver muttered after taking a quick look at the basement of the slave camp..

The basement was made of cold stone and rough iron, and the structure was as simple as the materials, so they all looked the same. As if it was made this way on purpose..

The only differences in the basement, which all looked the same, were faint traces of blood and fingernail marks here and there..

Considering that it seemed as if it would be erased at any moment, it was assumed that a considerable amount of time had passed, but the owner's emotions could still be seen in the blood and fingernail marks..

Fear and anger. Such as hatred, sadness, humiliation and despair, resentment and resentment..

It was similar to the artwork I saw at the auction house I followed Jane in the past..

The work was imbued with the emotions of the art history that created it, and the same was true for the blood and fingernail marks. The difference was that this one was, in some sense, greater..

Traces left on objects also fade and disappear over time, but this one still remains. It could be said that the depth was extraordinary..

It must have been decades..

I wondered what on earth happened here..

Oliver searched the surroundings again to find the traces..

Officially, this was the basement of the slave camp, but according to information Edith had researched, there were additional hidden spaces..

The problem is that we don't know where Oliver is.-

-[Holly Light)]

An unfamiliar yet familiar tone rang out, and a brilliant light erupted from the corner of the hallway, extinguishing the light orb that Oliver had created..

Something was contradictory. The light that eliminates light.

When the holy light destroyed the light orb, the surroundings became pitch black again, and soon, someone jumped out from the corner of the hallway and swung a round, smooth mace at Oliver..

Not to kill, but to subdue.

The skills weren't bad. The timing wasn't bad, as it was an attack right after suppressing not only vision but also magic and black magic at the same time with Holy Light, and the close combat skills were also good..

Even though he was wearing an iron coat and carrying a heavy shield and mace in both hands, his attacks were quick and deadly..

maybe. If it had been Oliver in the past, he would have been subdued in an instant..

The problem is that the Oliver of today is not the Oliver of the past..

Oliver blocked the mace aimed at his shoulder at an angle with a quarter staff and sent it away..

The Holy Knight reacted immediately. He swung the shield he was holding in one hand and aimed at Oliver's face, and Oliver dodged it and responded to the series of attacks..

bang! Quagwagwagwagwagwanggwang━!!

A workshop that went back and forth dozens of times in an instant.

The mace cut through the air faster than a sword, ignoring its natural characteristics as a heavy weapon, and Oliver swung his quarter staff accordingly, blocking and sending away all attacks..

Like when I exchanged words with Bartholomew, a senior member of the anti-development committee..

An incredible battle that took place in the dark. The Paladin panicked and accelerated his attack, and Oliver was slowly pushed back, but when he couldn't handle it, he fell back and widened the distance..

At that time, the paladin kicked the ground and charged. Oliver grabbed the end of the quarter staff and stretched it forward, increasing the distance between him and Seongsi..

Enough to see each other's faces.

At that moment, Oliver could see. Joanna, who looks at her with eyes full of holy law. Her surprised expression and emotions.

After much thought, Oliver opened his mouth..

“······Long time no see. Sir.”

***

“I finally see that face, yeah.”

Fat Edith visits the mansion. she looked at a man and said.

The man was a sharp-looking middle-aged man with dark blond hair slicked back. Although he was handsome, his forehead had widened slightly due to stress..

The man's name is Kenny Midas. He was the founder and CEO of Prometheus Corporation. Well, he was nothing now..

“······Why do you keep bothering me when I retire??”

asked Kenny Midas, dressed in wrinkled and disheveled clothes, gulping down his drink. Looks pretty messed up.

It might be hard to believe when you look at what he looks like now, but Kenny wasn't usually like this..

He looked like this until things went wrong in the beginning and his wife ran away, but after he found the magic stone deposit and hit the jackpot, he always dressed neatly..

To show off as much as possible that I am a successful businessman..

“But seeing you messed up like this again makes me realize that you're screwed..”

“You sent me this ridiculous letter just to piss me off.?”

While Kenny was drinking, he took out a crumpled piece of paper and threw it on the table..

The paper was none other than a letter, a personal letter from Edith to Kenny..

There was nothing special about the content. There was a bluff written saying that if you don't meet him, he will spread to the world that Prometheus made a deal with the devil and turned red men into magic stones..

‘It's not a bluff anymore.’

Edith calmly assured.

Kenny, who had stepped down from his position as CEO and strangely refused any contact with the outside world, was no different from acknowledging that he had met him in this one letter..

Edith felt uncharacteristically uncomfortable and lied..

“I'm just writing this down to get attention, but I guess there's really something there..”

Edith slithered over and reached for the letter. At that moment, Kenny jerked and grabbed Edith's hand..

“Is this really a bluff? It's not something I heard somewhere.?!”

Kenny asked, holding Edith's hand tightly..

Penetrating grip strength. Perhaps because he was a former miner, Kenny had tremendous strength despite his age. But strangely Edith wasn't afraid..

He'd never been scared of this kind of thing before, but Kenny was even more so now..

No matter how strong the animal was, it was not afraid of a frightened animal..

“well······. I don't know anything else, but I know that you are like a castration. What the hell happened??”

“It's no big deal. It's just a reasonable offer..”

A third voice intervened. Under Kenny's Roof.

Edith slowly turned her head toward the direction from which she heard the sound, and saw an old gentleman and his assistants in pink suits..

Edith seemed to know who they were..

There is only one type of crazy person who wears a pink suit, and the old gentleman seemed to have a rough idea of ​​who it was, having visited the social scene a few times..

“It's an honor to be the royal secretary..”

The old gentleman slightly raised one eyebrow and expressed deep admiration..

“how did you know?”

“The only person who backs away so arrogantly on the topic of employees is the royal secretary..”

“······That's amazing observation..”

“Surprisingly, I am the same way. I didn't know that this baby became a really castration..”

Edith pointed her thumb at Kenny with disdain. Even though he looked like this, he was a more shameless crazy person than himself..

“At one time, I told him to invest all the money he had managed to save from speculation in his own business. It's a fraudulent business that is sure to fail no matter how you look at it... Although he was a fraud and an asshole, he was someone I liked, but now he has become an asshole who set a trap for me by doing as he told me to do. It's miserable.”

Edith's tongue turned into an invisible blade and stabbed Kenny. Kenny let go of Edith's hand, as if she still had some pride left in her to sense her shame..

The old gentleman intervened..

“It's a misunderstanding that it's a trap..”

“I'm sorry, but I'll be the judge of that, so don't worry about it. If you're here to negotiate, come and sit here. 케니, 넌 패배한 개새끼답게 저기 구석으로 꺼지고.”

Edith conducted the conversation as if it were her own living room. She was embarrassed, but she was surprisingly confident even though it would not be strange for her to be embarrassed..

The sight surprised not only Kenny, the owner of the house, but also Pinkman, who had gone through a prenatal crisis, and the royal secretary, the old gentleman..

Edith spoke again to them..

“Or what? Are you trying to kill me??”

The old gentleman answered.

“No, that can't be... But what would you do if that were the case??”

“Why not give it a try? The choice may be irreversible, but.”

Edith looked straight into the old gentleman’s face and said: The old gentleman looked Edith in the eyes. Her eyes don't waver at all.

The silence became longer, and as the tension grew, the old gentleman spoke..

“Mr. Kenny. Could you please make room for me? I'd like to have a chat with Edith..”