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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 446

[446Flower] Flowering

'Underground Tunnel', which can be said to be one of the few havens for outlaws who make money by going back and forth between Itisel and the Demon Spirit, is nothing more than a back alley world that exists inside an ordinary port city, despite its name..

What is unique is that such spaces exist in both Ethisel and Demon Territory, and communication magic tools are actively used to a degree unimaginable in other cities for smooth smuggling and communication between them.?

There is also a story that the forerunners of the tunnels were the gangs that naturally formed in the process of gathering wizards, both human and demon, who found it difficult to carry out proper activities because they were rumored to have committed some crimes, and tried to cross the border if necessary. There was, but now it was just an old story that no one considers important..

However, regardless of the old story, the system they built and their own rules became the pillars that maintained and supported the tunnel, so breaking them is considered a clear taboo..

No matter how much transgression and lawlessness were part of everyday life, we needed a place to stand on. The rule was that the entire tunnel would come forward and pay with their lives for those who threatened that small amount of land..

"Hehehe, that's what you broke now! Do you understand, you fucking horny bastards??"

One of them is seeking out requests. Next is stabbing in the tunnel..

The cries of Kwansala, who had lived his entire life in a tunnel, picked up trash, ate trash, stuck a blade in the back of a competitor's head, and endured until he reached 40, and was continuing his life by establishing a plausible smuggling route, were filled with blood..

There was a little bit of crying mixed in, but it was not from pain, but closer to the anger of someone who has had something taken away from them..

"Crazy bastards. If you go crazy while digging up dirt in the inland, you should be pretty crazy. Do you mess with a tunnel? And that goes all the way to EthisL? You guys can never get out of here. Even the proud belly that was used to dig up honey will be completely destroyed and disappear as food for lobsters.!"

It's not a threat. not a threat.

All of his limbs had already been lost, and what he shouted to the attackers as he burned his last breath was simply 'the future.' Kwansala remembered that countless outlaws had treated the tunnels with contempt and died horribly..

A mercenary group of mercenaries called the Thirty Wildcats? I ignored the warning and went astray and got poisoned. A demonic warrior who went around looking for the strong, committed murder, and ran away, but couldn't change his habits? I fell asleep in the sea with a piece of iron that even my great strength could not break..

These guys will be like that too. Although it was a shame that he couldn't see it in person, Kwansala had a firm belief in it, so he laughed it off in advance. Such was the miasma of the so-called ‘grub’ who had been nailed to a tunnel and lived..

"You kid is so noisy."

However, the demon whom he called the Hornman furrowed its eyebrows as if it was more dissatisfied with the loud voice than the words spoken by the laughing Kwansala, spattered with blood and spit, and kicked the area where his leg had been severed..

The laughter turned into a scream, and of course the demon's eyebrows became more distorted..

"Throughout my life, I've been threatened by criminals and seen all sorts of things. You bastards! Find it quickly! If you can't see it, say you can't see it! Do you know why this bastard is being kept alive? 불알 걷어차인 개새끼처럼 자꾸 빌빌거릴래?"

The demon turned his head away from Kwansala and looked back at the fifteen men who were turning the entire room, which was extremely swanky because there were no windows, and shouted, but there was no change in their behavior..

"Found it. platform. Saint. And the western edge of Itisel."

Either way, the demon, who was only abusing his superior's privileges to his heart's content, picked up a document and shouted in anger at his subordinate's words..

"Ha, finally!"

And without a moment of hesitation, he plunged the hatchet into the head of Kwansala, who was panting from exhaustion while screaming. He then spat in the face of Kwansala, who was about to die without any warning..

"I should just clean things up and live, but I'm annoying people.."

Seeing that scene, the subordinates shook their heads with a deep sigh, but that was all. It wasn't even a day or two that their leader behaved like a jerk, and acting like an idiot was just routine..

Unable to wait for his subordinate to approach him with the document, the demon left the hatchet aside and closed the distance with one step. He took the document as if snatching it and began to read it with a satisfied smile..

"Let’s see… temple, temple… ha! Good thing!"

It wasn't long before his reaction made the faces of his other subordinates blush as well..

"Wasn't it??"

"okay. The Itisel royal family had investigated it long ago, and based on that, they guessed that the purpose of the temple was.."

Normally, I'd say, 'You know what to do?' He would have given such an answer, but the demon, relieved that the worst situation had been avoided, easily answered his subordinate's question with a slightly more merciful heart than usual..

"I don't know how this human race called Seneran became interested in it, but it's clear that they didn't directly know anything about retrieving the relic. The plan didn't leak."

A deep sigh of relief echoed throughout the bloody room, but no one cared. It was a natural reaction since he had avoided a situation where he almost died at the hands of his superiors..

"However, it is still a problem that they not only took the religious followers of the Demon God Church but also moved the saint. I warned her like that, but in the end, she was a saint whose eyes and ears were blinded by faith.."

I guess that's it for this saint. Unlike the demons who grumbled as if they were annoyed, the others' reactions were full of bitterness..

Even though he was consumed with murder and secret missions while serving in the military, it was almost impossible for him to have zero religious beliefs as a demon, so it was a natural reaction that he was not happy about the situation where he had to point a sword at a saint..

"The problem is the distance. What is the fastest and safest way to get from the southeastern tip to the western edge??"

Everyone's attention, including the captain, was focused on one person..

Unlike the others who suddenly caught everyone's attention and had their hoods pulled back to reveal their faces, the slender figure who kept his hood down had been in contemplation for a long time, stroking his chin as if he had expected this question to come soon..

"Knock. Just right. Knock. Just right. Knock..."

When the captain, who had been silently watching the scene cross-legged, began imitating the sound of clock hands rolling with his mouth, the hand holding his chin lowered and his particularly pale mouth opened..

"gate."

Despite his physique, his voice was quite deep. After listening to the captain and thinking about it twice more, he decided that it would be better to urge him than to continue to think about it, and turned to grab the ax with which he had struck Kwan Sala..

"The gates nearby were completely destroyed. The thing that was laid down to transport magic bullets exploded, and the condition of the thing that was dug up to drive in the smelly orcs was eaten by those damned orcs, and the condition is unknown. Is there a gate I don't know about??"

"No, but the coordinates and magic remain. If you calculate backwards and move through space, you can fly to the vicinity of the capital of Itisel in one go.."

It wasn't an honorific title, but the captain didn't care. He was not his subordinate, but was like an advisor..

In fact, even though he was in a situation where it was not enough to use an honorific title, he was a man who did not bow down to magicians..

"'The number is, when I come back?"

"well. I don't know that yet."

At least that magician was a decent guy. Since we first met, he has been consistently rude to me, but I don't care one bit..

The captain, who had drawn the hatchet, wiped the blood on Kwansala's least dirty clothes and roughly threw the candle that had been quietly burning on the desk, setting the room on fire. It was an unexpected action driven purely by whim, but instead of being surprised, his men quickly moved their bodies and left the room, and the captain opened his mouth, looking dissatisfied at the burning flames..

"If it doesn't work out, I guess I'll have to climb a mountain. How to get from the edge of the capital to Ogwen?"

"I already know the coordinates there. You can't move it all at once... but you can cover the distance by moving it for about a day or two.."

"...You know quite a bit, right? Are you a participant in the operation??"

I just thought he was an advisor and a guy who was put in....

"Were you ordered to kill us all if it turns out that the operation was leaked??"

Looks like it wasn't.

At that moment, the wizard was in a bad mood and was looking calmly at the captain, who was wondering whether he should apply blood to the ax again. As he waved his hand towards the flames and softly chanted, the dull candle flame began to burn like a bonfire and engulf the surroundings..

"It was like that."

Then, as if it was natural, I turned around and left the door..

The captain, who was thinking of threatening to hear the truth, was unable to properly react to the immediate answer that came out so freely and lost his bearings like a dog chasing a chicken, but suddenly came to his senses and ran after him as the fire grew stronger..

"Fuck. It's nice to be cool. How many people can go?"

"ten people."

"write it down."

"I didn't know you could sound weak."

"The opponent is the denomination. Do you think Epaga will change his mind? You have to make sure to cut it off.."

This time, the wizard reacted in surprise to the cautious answer of the captain, who had been acting as if he would attack the enemy with all the fear in the world, but only for a moment. After climbing the stairs, passing through the living room covered in corpses and blood, and struggling to escape the building, the wizard expressed his conclusion while looking at the morning sun rising in the distance..

"Select the elite. Even if I try my best, thirteen is the end.."

"Shit, I guess I'll just have to hope God doesn't do anything."

It was a truly blasphemous answer for someone who wanted to exterminate the saint and the members of the church who secretly entered enemy territory, but the wizard did not bother to point it out..

Since he had already committed greater blasphemy, I didn't really care about that..