I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 82

Chapter 82

Episode 82

“You dirty bastard who doesn’t even know the subject.”

“…sorry.”

“I have come to you to give you some instructions regarding the upcoming Confucius conference.”

“…What’s going on?”

Kashmir looked puzzled.

I had no choice but to attend, but it wasn’t something I was particularly interested in.

however.

“I will give you the ‘key’, so when the Confucius conference begins, activate ‘Transfer’ at the appropriate time.”

“!!”

Kashmir looked surprised.

‘Key’ and ‘transfer’.

It was a secret discovered in the underground garden some time ago.

“Ha, but? Then everyone present will face death.”

Grand Duke Schwar frowned.

Phew!

A fist engulfed in magic struck Kashmir in the face, causing blood to spurt out.

“Who told you to bark?”

“…sorry.”

“I’m not just telling you to do it. If you do your job properly, I’ll get you some medicine from the famous medical school to cure your mother.”

“!!”

Kashmir’s body trembled as if struck by lightning.

What he longed for.

“But keep in mind. If you fail, I will cut off the supply of medicine that was keeping your mother alive. So, you must succeed.”

“…Yes, I will keep that in mind.”

The Grand Duke disappeared, and Kashmir, left alone, had heavy eyes.

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like that.

The Confucius conference has begun.

* ? ?* ? ?*

The underground garden was located on the outskirts of the Destruction Maga area.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been here.’

Chris whistled at the sight of the gorgeous garden.

Going down through the pavilion in the middle, you reach the beginning of the real ruins.

‘I came here once with a party of warriors. At that time, it was caught up in war and its appearance was not as beautiful as it is now.’

I took on the challenge to obtain an item to fight the Blood King.

As a result, it was successful.

Each of the warriors obtained top-tier artifacts and relics that suited them.

That was one of the things Chris was trying to get this time.

At that moment, two figures approached from the opposite side.

One of them is Marisa of the poisonous Maga.

She looked at Chris and chuckled.

“It’s been a while. It’s not that I’m particularly happy to see you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Chris answered vaguely and looked away.

For some reason, Marissa’s face turned bright red, but Chris paid no attention to her.

It’s because all my attention was focused on others.

A handsome man with a heavy complexion and red hair.

“What about you?”

“My name is Rufus, the Kashmir Van Besne of the Destruction Maga. I am a late bloomer and am attending this event late in life.”

Kashmir replied politely.

Chris looked at Kashmir with a new look on his face.

‘Resister Kashmir. What a meeting we have.’

This time, it wasn’t just the relics that had to be obtained.

He had to get Kashmir on his side.

‘I had known Kashmir from my previous life.’

Kashmir was a more just mine than the Union on the subject of mine.

The warriors’ party also received assistance from Kashmir several times.

Since he is very talented, it would be a great help to you in the future if you make a connection with him.

‘A style like Kashmir is better at winning hearts than contractual relationships where you give and take.’

Luckily, Chris knew how to win Kashmir’s heart.

‘We’ve had a few drinking parties in the past.’

Kashmir may not know, but Chris knew a lot about Kashmir.

How Kashmir is currently faring in the midst of destruction, and what pain it will soon face.

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It all depends on what kind of personality he has and what his weaknesses are.

In response, Chris opened his mouth sharply.

“My name is Christian van Baron Kajar of the House of Baron. It is an honor to meet His Royal Highness the Prince of Kashmir.”

Kashmir was in disarray.

“I don’t deserve to be famous.”

“I heard of the achievements that Confucius made against the ‘Holy Empire’ bastards. As a fellow miner, I feel relieved.”

For reference, while the Poison Maga and Dark Maga were hostile to the ‘Gold Cross’ and ‘Four Kings’, the Destruction Maga was opposing the ‘Holy Empire’.

“Thank you. I… I was just lucky.”

Kashmir looked helpless at the sight of his large body, and Chris chuckled to himself.

‘It’s the same as before.’

A style like a loyal dog without numbers.

That was the nature of Kashmir.

Although he lacks confidence and is timid, he opens up his heart when someone acknowledges him.

Chris became more and more blatant in his exploitation of Kashmir’s weaknesses.

“Luck, huh? You have defeated the fanatics of the Holy Empire, yet you are so humble.”

Chris continued in a sly tone.

“Especially Prince Kashmir, who is from the same collateral line as me, was a great role model for me.”

Kashmir shook his head in surprise.

“I’m like Prince Christian. That’s ridiculous.”

Kashmir’s surname is ‘Ban Besn Rufus’.

‘Van’ is the middle name of those in the collateral line.

There, Lupus is named after his mother. It has no value as a bloodline.

Christian, on the other hand, was the eldest son of one of the three pillars of the Dark House, even though they were of the same collateral line.

Even in terms of bloodline, it was difficult to compare.

“What does bloodline matter? What matters to a man is strength and accomplishments. In that sense, Prince Kashmir is worthy of my respect.”

“…….”

Kashmir kept its mouth shut.

It was the first time I heard this story.

No one had ever told him this story.

– A dirty guy who doesn’t even understand the topic.

– Even if you wiggle your ass, don’t think you’ve become a Confucius. You’re just a tool that we’ll use and throw away.

Kashmir’s heart raced as he recalled countless stories he had heard from his family.

“…Thank you for saying so.”

Chris chuckled.

He decided to shake the hearts of Kashmir completely.

“It’s fate that we met like this, so how about we treat each other like brothers?”

“Brother? How?”

“Isn’t this meeting of Confucius originally a place to foster friendship? Since we are of the same class, it would be good for the Southern Magical Nation if we treated each other like brothers.”

But Kashmir hesitated and could not answer easily.

How did I? My face was like this.

“Then how about this? Let’s make a bet. The first one to reach the 7th floor, and the last one to arrive, will be the big brother.”

“…The loser treats the winner like an older brother?”

“Yes, Prince Kashmir is a little older than me, but isn’t age important when it comes to brother and sister?”

Kashmir was silent in another sense.

Kashmir is in his mid-twenties.

He was of humble origins and became a Confucius late in life, so he was older than the other attendees.

Chris was too old to be my older brother, he was fifteen, no, he had just recently turned sixteen.

Chris raised the corners of his mouth.

“Of course, if you don’t have confidence, you don’t have to do it. I thought it would be a chance to compete with Prince Kashmir, but it’s too bad.”

“…I will do it.”

Although I am timid, Kashmir is still mine.

It stimulated my competitive spirit, so there was no way I wouldn’t pass.

“Then, let’s start right now. The first one to reach the 7th floor wins.”

Pfft, Christian immediately jumped down.

Kashmir also decided to have a proper fight, and jumped down with a serious face.

“…….”

“…….”

And the two girls were left behind.

Marisa and Jupienne.

The two looked at each other awkwardly.

“…Why, you want to be my older sister or younger sister too?”

Jupienne said fatly.

“…Is it okay?”

“Yeah, that’s good. I didn’t like that.”

“I didn’t like it either. But, why do you keep speaking informally to me? We’re about the same age.”

“Speak politely to me?”

“…No, that’s fine. I don’t need it.”

Marisa nodded and took a step forward.

Since the Confucius conference began.

To be exact, after seeing Christian’s face.

I’m so annoyed.

Strangely, for no apparent reason.

The moment Marisa frowned, Jupienne called out to her.

“for a moment.”

“…why?”

“I thought about it and I don’t like you.”

“…what?”

“You’ve been staring at Christian ever since the first time you met.”

“…what?”

“Aren’t you trying to challenge Christian?”

“…….”

Marisa kept her mouth shut.

What is this absurd barking noise all of a sudden?

Jupien said crookedly.

“I’m sorry, but I’m the one who’s going to trample on Christian. So, if you have any vain intentions, give up.”

Marisa asked back in disbelief.

“…If you don’t give up?”

“I’ll make you give up.”

“…It’s not the same. It’s already annoying.”

The atmosphere between the two became cold.

It wasn’t wrong for them to fight each other during the Confucius conference anyway. There was an open ‘competition’ order.

Pfft!

The poison rose and the sword light flashed.

So an untimely duel took place.

* ? ?* ? ?*

So, after many twists and turns, the group arrived at the 7th floor.

‘Why were they fighting?’

Chris gave Marissa and Jupienne a bewildered look.

It seemed like they were both in a state of disarray.

‘Who started a fight? They both have bad personalities. Well, kids grow up as they grow up.’

I passed it over as nothing serious.

Because what we need to worry about now is Kashmir.

“It was a draw, but it was a good fight, Prince Kashmir.”

“…No. Thank you, Confucius, for your help.”

Kashmir had a very moved face.

There was a reason.

Because in the middle, Chris helped Kashmir who was caught in a trap.

That too was a life-threatening trap.

‘Even though the underground garden is on a low level, there are deadly traps hidden here and there.’

Of course, it was rare for a high-level mine to fall into such a deadly trap and be in danger.

But Chris deliberately lured Kashmir into a deadly trap.

why?

To help and show grace.

Although he gave Chris a bottle and medicine, the clueless Kashmir didn’t notice at all and considered Chris as the benefactor who saved his life.

‘Hehehe. At this point, I’m almost there.’

Now it was time to hammer the wedge in and stamp the seal.

“…Since I received your help, I will consider this match as my loss. So…from now on, I will consider Prince Christian as my older brother….”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Prince Christian?”

“Do you think I really meant it? I just wanted to be friends with Prince Kashmir.”

Christian spoke with a pretended boldness.

“So, let’s just be friends instead of being brother and sister.”

“!!”

Kashmir’s eyes fluttered.

friend.

He never had a single friend in his life. He was ostracized by everyone.

But today is the first time I’ve heard this story.

There was no way my heart wouldn’t shake.

but.

“…I’m sorry. I don’t have the right to do that.”

Kashmir responded heavily.

‘I have to send them all to their deaths today.’

The ‘key’ in my arms weighed heavily on my chest.