History of the Greatest Territory Design - Episode 169
169fury. The truth about philanthropists (2)
“Grumble?”
Torso looking back.
But there is no head above it..
Trembling the cut and rotting neck.
Spreading my trembling arms in this direction.
zombie kicks the ground.
“purr!”
“……!”
It was a speed beyond common sense..
The moment I open my eyes.
Contrary to the slow movement, the zombies were already rushing towards us..
Black fingernails flew out to scratch my face..
However, the target that the zombies attacked was Javiel..
In other words, the opponent was too bad.
Crack!
Just before the zombie's claws scratched his face..
Javiel's legs moved first..
A front kick fired like a beam of light hit the zombie’s solar plexus..
“……That's right!”
The zombie flew away, making a bizarre sound with only a vestigial throat..
No, the blow shattered my spine and sent me flying about 5 meters away..
hit the opposite wall.
I'm stuck.
The sound of bones breaking all over the body echoed loudly..
At the same time, the closed doors along both sides of the hallway on the second basement floor opened simultaneously..
“purr!”
“That's right!”
Headless zombies poured out through the open door..
The number is approximately 60.
A dark, bitter smile appeared on Javiel's lips..
“……It's inevitable that I'll be ridiculed for a while when I return to the territory..”
Suddenly, I remembered the bet I made with Lloyd..
There's something about Mr. Cannavaro..
I think his back is dirty..
It was Lloyd who continued to insist..
But my thoughts were the opposite.
I thought Lloyd was being suspicious..
Mr. Cannavaro just thought that he had been given an unfair order and that he was not the kind of person to be suspected of such things..
So I made a bet..
‘Phew. I have to wear this outfit when I return to the territory..’
lady ella.
An angel wearing a simple apron.
Or the morning star goddess of the distribution center.
Wear that outfit on the day you return to Frontera territory..
That was the penalty you had to pay when you lost a bet..
“…….”
Let's stop thinking.
It gives me goosebumps.
Javiel shook his shoulders..
I turned my attention to a sight far less gruesome than the many tributes that would soon be heard from the Frontera estate towards Lady Ella..
“Purr, purr.!”
About 60 headless zombies rushing towards us..
The sound of phlegm boiling was loud..
Living was even more blatant.
‘Is it a reinforced zombie?.’
Too fast for a zombie.
That meant that its strength would also surpass that of a typical zombie..
But it didn't matter.
To him, a sword master, zombies or enhanced zombies are just walking corpses..
Even if he had a piece of wood in his hand instead of a sword..
Wow!
I stretched out my hand.
broke the table leg.
A wonderful club was thus prepared..
Because I need a weapon?
It wasn't.
I felt uncomfortable trying to hit a zombie with my bare hands..
Sizzling! Wow! Kuduk!
His legs took simple basic steps.
I hit it with a step, cut it, and turned it around..
I stabbed, lifted, struck, stabbed, shook off, and shook off..
Kwadangtang! Tukwa Kwak!
As he advanced along the corridor, three or four zombies piled up against the walls..
60All of the nine reinforced zombies have been neutralized..
And then Javiel kicked down the door at the end of the hallway..
Kwaang!
The entire door was torn off and flew indoors..
He attacked the man who was inside with his weapon drawn..
“Wow!”
20It was a heavy iron gate that could easily weigh more than a kilogram..
As it flew at such speed, there was no weapon..
A man who was unexpectedly hit by a door passed out instantly..
But there was no mercy for Javiel..
Kwajak!
They hit the fallen man's legs with a club. I screamed. At the same time, I kicked the back with my right foot..
Kujeok!
“Ouch!”
The man's lower jaw clattered as he tried to attack him from behind. He immediately broke down and fainted..
And Javiel stretched out his club..
I aimed at the third man's eyes..
Frost-like eyes flashed.
“What were you doing here? What was he planning? Please let me know what your relationship is with Cannavaro..”
“……Hee hee hee hee.”
The third man trembled and shrugged his shoulders..
I was so shocked that my pants quickly became damp..
‘What kind of monster is this??’
The man couldn't believe this situation..
A silver-haired intruder entered the second basement floor..
At first I thought Mr. Cannavaro had returned..
But it wasn't.
I realized it the moment the first zombie got stuck in the wall..
Immediately all remaining zombies were released..
I looked into the hallway through the side window on the door..
Until now, I was looking forward to it..
There were as many as 60 reinforced zombies..
They'll rip off the intruder's limbs..
I want to hear the screams of a living human being for the first time in a long time..
I watched the fight in the hallway with excitement for the first time in a while..
Thanks to you, I witnessed it..
60The unbelievable sight of all the sphere-powered zombies being trapped against the wall in just a few seconds. I saw the silver-haired intruder who had committed that ridiculous act running towards me in an instant..
Maybe that was why.
The man desperately shook his head..
And he barely remembered the name of the intruder who was aiming a club at him..
“Hey, Ella! Miss Ella?”
“…….”
“Why is this like this? You know me, right? I work at the distribution center in the morning.…….”
“If you say that name one more time, you'll be speechless forever..”
hiccup.
Eyes that are dimmer than ice.
The man, intimidated by the look in Haviel's eyes, hurriedly closed his mouth..
And then I realized.
Miss Ella and all..
No tricks will work now.
I also know that no compromise will work for the silver-haired man in front of me..
“Whoa, what do you want?.”
“truth.”
“…….”
“I probably should have asked this earlier. What were you doing here? What are you planning? What is your relationship with Cannavaro? Tell me everything.”
“…….”
The man rolled his eyes..
I saw the pitiful appearance of the two colleagues who had collapsed earlier..
but that was a mistake.
Crack!
“……!”
A stick flew at me unexpectedly and hit me on one knee..
“Wow!”
I fell down clutching my legs..
However, there was not the slightest sympathy in Javiel's eyes as he looked down at him..
“That headless zombie. You guys probably made it. But why is there no head? Where was it written? I feel like I know somehow.”
It popped into my head.
Was it a few nights ago?.
I remembered the story I heard from Lloyd..
They found a ton of skulls buried in the ground..
There was a gem with condensed mana inside it..
skull.
Mana-filled gem.
headless zombie.
Is this what it feels like to see the outline of a puzzle that I hope is not revealed before my eyes?.
“say. Every time you hesitate to answer or tell nonsense or lies that have nothing to do with the question, I will break you in one place..”
A faint disdain and anger appeared in Javiel's eyes as he looked down at the man..
Even the man on his knees felt it clearly..
Those words are true.
It is by no means a boastful threat..
“Me, I……!”
A moment of instinctive fear.
The man’s mouth opened urgently..
“I'm an undertaker. Me and all these friends, yeah, yeah.”
“undertaker?”
“yes, yes!”
“Is my common sense wrong? An undertaker is a person who buries people, but he is not a person who creates zombies..”
“Well, I learned that from Mr. Cannavaro.!”
“To Cannavaro?”
“yes!”
“in more detail.”
Haviel's eyes shone faintly..
The man's answer became faster.
“Ma, as I said, we were originally undertakers. But it must have been late last year. Mr. Cannavaro asked me vaguely. There is something that will make a lot of money. I hope you can help me with that. I will pay you generously, more than you can imagine.…….”
“That's why I learned how to make zombies?”
“What kind of talent do we have to be able to learn such black magic? We, we just worked on the carcass provided by Mr. Cannavaro..”
“Then, the spell to create zombies is?”
“Mr. Cannavaro... … other people…….”
“who?”
“There was Mr. Gordo, Mr. Michelan, and most of them were from the trading post, including him and me. So, together with Mr. Cannavaro, I manage the trading post and write the ledgers.…….”
“The trading post employees are warlocks.?”
“Yes, yes! I didn't believe it either…….”
“But why is the zombie headless??”
Javiel's voice was sharp..
The neck of the man and the undertaker shook violently..
“that…….”
“answer.”
Crackling.
The sound of a club being held tightly.
The undertaker's hesitation disappeared in an instant..
“The head was treated separately..”
“to tell you in detail.”
“That, that, that… … Well, when the body came, I removed the head first and cleaned it. So the skull has its own special use. All contents of the skull were removed, leaving only the bones.…….”
“behind?”
“I soaked it in various solutions. Yes, this is the solution provided by Mr. Cannavaro. I don't know the details either. It's just a precious magic reagent... … That's what I heard. There were about fifteen different types..”
“fifteen things?”
“yes. Approximately two days per solution. So it took almost a month just to treat one skull with chemicals. Of course, there was a lot of solution, and new skulls were continuously soaked every two days.…….”
“After that?”
“Mr. Cannavaro and the people at the trading post cast various spells on the skull. Still, I didn't feel any major changes. Nevertheless, everyone took the skulls with very satisfied faces. This is all I know about skulls. Really.”
“No, there must be more..”
Javiel's expression became determined..
“I know how that skull was made. What does a headless zombie look like? However, it seems there is one thing that has not been properly revealed yet. Skulls, zombies, where did they get the bodies that made them??”
“that…….”
“say.”
“Sorry, sorry. I'm truly sorry. I committed a mortal sin.”
The undertaker burst into tears..
But Javiel's eyes did not waver..
I still looked down at the undertaker with cold eyes..
I was shocked by that gaze.
The undertaker's shoulders were shaking and he hastily wiped away tears..
and confessed.
“……They are refugees..”
“what?”
“These are the refugees that Mr. Cannavaro cared for. These were people who were originally sick. are sick or seriously injured…….”
“Is that why they killed him?.”
“……yes.”
“You know that saying they were sick is no excuse..”
“Well, that's…….”
“So I lied to the remaining refugees.?”
I feel like I'm getting cold.
In that feeling, Javiel recalled the memories of the past few days..
There was a story that refugees often shared at the distribution center..
This time, I heard that so-and-so was moved to a shelter somewhere. They said that the shelter was much warmer and more comfortable than here, so it would be a great help in recovering from my illness. However, they said they couldn't take us all at once because there was a limit to the number of people they could accommodate... … It was a story like this.
‘Most of the refugees were hoping to go there. I hope that the people who went there first will recover completely and have a seat. Everyone was looking forward to it..’
it was right here.
This was a place of death.
There were no comfortable shelters from the beginning..
Javiel asked, feeling the bridge of his nose twist without realizing it..
“I heard there were almost 200..”
“yes?”
“jewel. The number of skulls that contained it.”
“…….”
“I haven't heard that among the refugees, there were 200 people whose illness was so serious that their lives were in danger..”
“Well, that's…….”
“I'm sure they didn't even kill those who weren't seriously ill..”
“…….”
“That's right.”
“That, that!”
The undertaker shouted urgently..
“that! They say it’s a medicine that makes you feel comfortable! I really thought so! So, so!”
“I fed you. To refugees. That's how they killed it..”
“I really didn't know!”
“really?”
“yes, yes!”
“sincerely?”
“……yes?”
“Is there anyone who entrusts patients to a funeral director? Medicine that makes you feel comfortable? If I eat it and feel better, will the undertaker take care of me? Even if you think about it, isn’t it funny??”
“that…….”
“Stop making false excuses.”
“……Save me... … Please save me!”
The undertaker fell face down..
I arched my back and burst into tears..
“I had no idea this was really happening! I just did what I was told. Well, have mercy just once……!”
“I won't kill you.”
“yes?”
“I won't kill you.”
“That means... … go… … thank you! thank you!”
The undertaker shouted, banging his head on the floor..
However, Haviel's expression became even colder..
“I won't kill you. However, you probably remember what I said earlier..”
“yes? what…….”
“I'll break you in one place every time you lie.”
“Hey, I, I……!”
Sigh!
The club split the air..
He hit the undertaker on the shoulder..
With the sound of bones breaking, the undertaker's expression fell..
“Ugh, ugh.!”
Undertaker collapses while clutching his shoulder.
There was no mercy in Javiel's eyes looking down at him..
“Medicine that makes you feel comfortable. I didn't know it would be like this. I just did what I was told... … . It's too crude and base to be an excuse. Did you just want to be a good person until the end? I don't think the large amount of money he must have received from Cannavaro is very suitable for someone with that kind of attitude..”
“Yeah, yeah! Buy, save…….”
“said. I won't kill you.”
“……!”
Javiel raised his club..
Soon, three or four dull sounds rang out in succession..
♣
After a while.
Javiel got out of the basement..
Meanwhile, his clothes had changed..
The flowing straight hair wig and plain apron have disappeared..
Instead, he wore a black hood that the warlocks had hung on the wall..
His expression, revealed under the hood, was extremely stiff..
‘Now is not the time to procrastinate.’
The truth from the basement.
The situation we realized by condemning undertakers.
‘It's much more serious than you think. Cannavaro and the warlocks of the trading post. They're up to something. I can't just leave it like that..’
I thought about telling Lloyd and Count Namaran..
If you followed the principles, that would have been the right response..
But Javiel decided that not now was the time..
‘Cannavaro and the warlocks might notice our response..’
maybe it will happen.
When the knights and troops move to arrest.
If you make a fuss to search Cannavaro's mansion,.
You will miss your chance to catch those warlocks..
I'll hide and run away before that happens.
therefore…….
‘Lloyd, I'm sorry. Before that, I have to deal with them first..’
Report after suppression.
The sword master who decided on that policy headed towards the trading post..
He was carrying a cool sword on his chest, which was covered with a hood and cloak..
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