Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 229
Before leaving the guild, I asked Seneran and Asilier to check the compensation certificate that the guild leader would prepare and present..
"Well then, let’s put some effort into building a fruitful relationship in the future.."
I felt fortunate to simply accept it, but for some reason, there were no variables except for Seneran, who was full of motivation. Even though the guild leader was beaten when I said he would take care of the thieves, Kunz hesitated to follow me and provided me with information, showing his strong professional spirit.?
After returning to the inn, Asilier and I huddled together in the slightly larger room, and after reading through the document he handed over, my impressions were simpler than I thought..
"My sister was right.."
Unmaintained underground waterways. they were there.
"It becomes clear why cities and guilds naturally collaborate. Underground waterways built in ancient times receive a lot of support from cities in the name of maintenance costs, but they are famous for clearly determining who is responsible and severely punishing them if a problem arises.."
"LOL. Sounds fun. It's not a common experience."
Looking at Lellie, who calmly assesses the situation, and Mr. Gin, who is happy like a dwarf when told that it is an underground waterway built in ancient times, this party is also very far from the general sense..
This is clear evidence of widespread corruption in the city. Ordinary adventurers would break into a cold sweat just by being involved in it or rack their brains trying to figure out a way to avoid being silenced. However, not only did Gaendal and Catherine react indifferently, but even Sen and his companions did nothing but closely examine the matters they needed to be aware of. At first, I thought they were lottery winners compared to the Gaendal party, but I was able to realize that they were ultimately adventurers of the right level who had been struggling for a dozen years..
"Um... Eldmia? If things continue like this, the guild leader will definitely attack us. Are you expecting this??"
Merdella, who had become particularly quiet after accompanying us, asked a question for the first time in a long time. Since I didn't know what she was talking about, I shrugged her shoulders and answered..
"I'm not a prophet, so how could I predict this? That person got into trouble because he was too complacent and made a mistake.."
The Ogatorf family is loyal to the royal family..
I don't know what kind of brain he was running, but the moment he saw the horse with the Ogatorf family emblem on it, he probably came to his own conclusion that I was going to report this corruption to the Ogatorf family. If that happens, not only will the bridge he worked so hard to build to cover up corruption collapse, but he will also face a hopeless future that will easily cost him 60 gold coins..
He doesn't have as many ways to avoid that as you might think. Since he cannot escape destruction, all he has left is a handshake to postpone it..
"...Well then, maybe..."
"What if they attack me because they are worried that information about this corruption will be passed on to the Ogatorv family and become known to the royal family? Of course the guild leader dies.."
Since I was someone who almost died once, I spoke very carefully and just said it straight and clearly, and other people's eyes turned to me. I was a little embarrassed by that gaze, but for some reason, no one was surprised to hear what I said, which was no different from a bombshell statement..
"...If the guild leader stabs me in the back, I'll just take a few of the attackers as evidence and kill them on the spot. I had that in mind from the beginning, so even in the stable, I implicitly said that I was the subject and you guys were separate. If he misunderstood my intention with just that short conversation, he would consider our relationship as that of employer and employee, so there will be no harm to you. Even if I didn't misunderstand, it doesn't matter because I can make as many excuses as I want.."
Even though I added a detailed explanation just in case, the response was still lukewarm..
"So, if you don't want to, please wait at the inn. Because it will be bothersome in many ways."
When I spoke clearly for fear of seeming like I was forcing it, everyone nodded awkwardly and continued preparing for the request without a care in the world..
To be honest, I thought at least one question would pop up as to why they were killing him, but everyone took it so naturally that I actually felt awkward. Still, I was embarrassed to ask why everyone was reacting that way, so I could only roll my eyes in confusion. Even so, Sen and his party don't think I've ever cried out for my beliefs in front of a Gaendal party, so why do they take it for granted?...?
My doubts were only answered after Asilier and Seneran safely received the compensation certificate and listened to my story..
"what? I'm in a position where I need to collaborate with Eldmia, so I'm helping, but you don't really need to do that, right??"
Seneran asked a question straight away..
The Gaendal party looked at each other at that explicit question and laughed out loud, without any question of who came first. As soon as a burst of laughter passed, Catherine tapped her thigh and said:.
"Helping colleagues is not out of necessity. That's the way it should be. You can't tremble and say you're afraid of the consequences when you say you're going to kill the bad guys.?"
The sight of the Gaendal Party nodding their heads as if her words represented their opinions was so cool that I was at a loss for words..
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Gronzel, who had been sitting at his desk feeling angry for a long time after sending Seneran and Asilier off, irritably threw the fountain pen he had crushed into the trash can..
Although he didn't know his face, he was already familiar with his nickname, the Golden Wizard. However, he realized too late that it was a name referring to the Seneran, and was unable to prevent the certificate of compensation, which he had lightly written without any consultation, from growing in size to the point of being nothing more than a giant shackle..
If things continue like this, all that awaits him in the future is terrible spending..
"Guild leader. A guest has arrived."
"...Let me in."
There was no need to check who the visitor was. Since he became the guild leader, he was one of the few business associates who had been with him for a long time and had built up trust. Among the three visitors who opened the door and entered at the same time as the answer, the man standing in the middle smiled and opened his mouth..
"W, guild leader. I heard that some crazy person used violence against you.?"
In contrast to his tidy appearance in neat clothes, he was a man with battle scars scattered all over his face. The other two people stood upright with their bags in front across the door as if they were guards, and the man took off the coat he had been wearing as soon as he entered the room, placed it on the sofa, and sat down calmly..
On the outside, he looked like a mercenary with no manners at all, but in reality, manners were evident in every part of the man's behavior. He was one of the most unique men in the life of Gron Zeel, who had been rolling and rolling in En Glem for a long time. He himself didn't like being uncomfortable, so as soon as he took off his coat, he untied and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, trying to force himself to wear clothes that were considered polite..
The man, whose left arm was cut off in the past, raised his arms, which were slightly different in color, and draped them on the sofa, and continued speaking in a sly manner..
"If my guess is correct, I'm guessing he wants that obnoxious friend to disappear down the underground waterway as well.."
"That's why I trust you. That there is no need for words."
Although he was ostensibly a low-level adventurer, the man's main job was no different from that of a hired gangster. However, he had the exceptional virtue of silence and tact, and he gradually gathered his colleagues and expanded the scale, leading so many people that he could now be called a business..
When it comes to catching people, they are nothing short of self-sufficient human hunters. A hunter with the skill to cook for ten adventurers and a magician who makes money..
Gronzel stood up and handed him the envelope he had prepared in advance and said:.
"This is information about the inn you are staying at, the number of people, and approximate equipment. I think they hired two parties, one is the Merdella party, which has been active here for quite some time.."
"Oh, that foul-tempered wizard? But wasn’t it a strong party??"
"Merdella handles the fighting, and Sen handles the negotiations. According to the documents, it is the Merdela party. And the other side is the Gaendal party.."
"Oh my, the bald head of the capital has come this far. Honestly, that party is too much.."
The Gaendal Party, which suddenly started to come together at some point due to a specific request, was a threat to all four members. Even if the man uses all his methods to launch a surprise attack, he must take into account considerable damage if he does not start by killing the star-bearing Lellie, and even after that, a hand-to-hand assault by Catherine, an extremely ignorant female warrior who carries a battering ram rather than a hammer. We must even respond to.
To be honest, from the man's perspective, that alone was a request he did not want to receive. The Gaendal party were such skilled adventurers that if the aforementioned surprise attack failed, they would be the ones to die..
"The target is the employer. You can leave the party members alone. They have no right to the spoils anyway. If your employer dies, you will be torn apart.."
"Hmm. Both friends have a strong work ethic, so I wonder what it will be like... Anyway, so who is the long-awaited employer......"
The man's hand, which was looking at the document with a business-like smile on his face despite not liking it, suddenly stopped as if it had been frozen..
"Eldmia Egar is a blue-level adventurer. Him..."
Gronzel, who did not see the reaction because his back was turned, was about to leisurely continue his explanation when a man interrupted him..
"Stop it."
"Well... what did you just say??"
"Stop it. No, even if you don't quit, I'm out of this.."
The man, who became thoughtful in an instant, folded the document envelope neatly as if he had not even touched it, placed it on the table, and then began to hastily pack his coat. Gronzel, who was dumbfounded by the sudden reaction, unconsciously grabbed the hem of the man's clothes and raised his voice..
"Are you kidding me? how serious is this..."
"Ibosho Guild Leader. That's what I'm saying. Are you out of your mind now? No matter how drunk you are with political games at Englem, are you not interested in information these days? Touching the guillotine? I want to look like Envelde?"
To be as polite as possible, the man did not shake Gronzuel's hand away, but he did not try to force a crumpled expression on his face. But Gronzuel looked like he didn't know what he was talking about, which made him feel a little bit of sympathy..
Thinking of their past affection, the man sighed deeply and gave sincere advice..
"Fuck. You are really lucky. If it weren't for me, the other people who would have received this request would have been killed, and you would have been killed too. I also have ears, so I already heard what you did to this person this time. Maybe one of my ears is blocked, but I'm angry that I didn't even hear the name Eldmia, but whatever. So let me tell you what you need to do now."
The man, who forgot to even lower his shirt sleeves and put on a coat, put his hand on the shoulder of the bewildered Gronzel, looked him straight in the eyes, and spoke briefly..
"Jump out. There is no time to discuss this tonight or tomorrow. Jump out right now. Don't think about disposing of anything in this city, and don't even think about returning. Just pop out. Anyway, the assets you put in the top bank can be taken out anywhere. I live off of that."
"What, what..."
"That's this human's longing. I swear to you, if you stay here and this person returns after completing his request, you will die for sure. Keep in mind, this is my final piece of advice since we have been good business partners. really."
The man did not wait for Gronzel to be convinced. He just leaves in a hurry, as if he wants to shorten his time in this room. Those who followed him out of the room were standing calmly as if they had no emotions, but as soon as they left the guild leader's room, they asked the man a question with a puzzled look on their faces..
"Leader? Are you okay??"
"what?"
"Same as the advice you gave to the guild leader, if you find out that you rejected the request, rumors will spread...."
The man wasn't angry. This is because he was able to fully understand his subordinate’s reaction. Instead he waved his left hand in front of his subordinate's eyes..
"It's better to lose a little bit of your reputation than to lose it. If you intervene here, your head will be cut off, not your arm. we. every. all."
Abnam, who was once a top adventurer, was shaken by the illusion of pain in his left arm, which had been cut off at Ogwen in the past. Only after seeing his reaction were his subordinates able to recall the experiences and lamentations their leader had shared whenever he was drunk..
'Fucking West, fucking Ogwen, fucking Eldmia. Be sure to remember this, you bastards. Even after hearing the name Eldmia Egar, all the bastards who get involved with the name will fall for it. If you get involved, you're going to lose it anyway, but fuck it, you know how to break it.!'
The same drunken repertoire that has been going on for years. Recalling the incident that remained a huge trauma in his life, Abnam accelerated his steps further..
"Fuck, I haven't even been to the West since then. It seemed like it was only in the capital, but why is it suddenly coming to the south?..."
I hope the news about you doesn't reach Eldmia's ears..
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