Night of the Soulless Heathens – 282



#282. Internal crackdown 3

“What are you talking about? Of course you need to check if your daughter is alive or not.”

“yes?”

“Surely you’re not saying that you didn’t care about your daughter’s well-being?”

“Well I’m not sure. I don’t know if I really meant it myself.”

“Of course there are many blood relatives in this world who are worse than enemies. But Giacomo.”

“yes.”

“If you deny your blood ties because they are confusing you will regret it. Love is not always like an active volcano. Sometimes it is so weak that you forget its existence… but once you lose it there is no turning back. You are not simply losing your daughter. You are losing a part of your human soul forever.”

Azadin’s words were filled with deep regret.

‘What kind of life did I live to become like this when I’m still so young…’

Kallan shuddered as he realized that Azadin’s words were not mere empty words but wisdom derived from his own experience.

Before being exiled here Kallan had committed many crimes.

Each of those crimes committed in the spur of the moment caused Kallan to lose his humanity his soul and become a scoundrel. Of course Kallan is proud that he has kept the line to some extent but if he had crossed that line he would have lost even more of his soul.

“….”

Everyone became silent wondering if only Kallan had felt it.

“Giacomo. I will definitely find your daughter. To be honest I am not sure if she is alive or dead but if so I will definitely confirm her life or death. So your job is to improve the medicine. Since there has been an outbreak of elemental wailing patients in this area recently you can try it.”

“Oh but that medicine contains angel blood.”

Giacomo was embarrassed.

At the time I was making the medicine the environment was so desperate that I just moved with the mindset that I had to do something.

Thinking about it now it was a drug created by an ordinary person like Bernard not a genius.

It might just be a stupid drug that wastes the precious blood of an angel.

“Once you use it up you can’t make new ones.”

“If you have angel blood can’t you make something new?”

“But… where on earth are you going to get angel blood?”

“There’s an expert on angel blood right?”

“Who is it?”

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“I mean Lord Sok.”

Then this time the region objected.

“Captain! Are you out of your mind? Are you really going to go against Lord Sok again because of this guy? If you do that the hierarchy will….”

“You say it disrupts the hierarchy?”

Azadin smiled bitterly.

Was it an organization old enough and grand enough to discuss hierarchy?

However we cannot ignore the position of Region and Kallan who have to rule over the villains.

“Don’t worry. I’m not being pushy. This will be to our advantage and I have the power.”

Azadin boasted that this was not a difficult task for him given his abilities.

“…That’s what the captain said after instantly subduing Chadra Ogel.”

The Legion accepted Azadin’s bluff.

But then suddenly the conference room door opened wide.

“Captain! This is a big problem.”

Sir Selim the Minotaur summoned Azadin.

“What’s going on?”

“Lord Azadin your subordinate has betrayed you!”

“burden?”

“Comek!”

When Kallan and Legion heard Selim’s words they immediately realized who had betrayed them.

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As soon as the Chashan gang was released by Lord Jecht they tried to find the hidden money and drugs and hire Sellsword with them.

But the response from the Sellswords was lukewarm.

“You want to fight Lord Azadin? A man who came back from a face-to-face encounter with the leader of the Fimbul Horde?”

“No Chashan. I’ll tell you since we’re both dwarves but honestly aren’t you messing with someone you shouldn’t be messing with?”

“It seems like suicide.”

Azadin’s fame was sky-high as he had instantly taken care of Chadra Ogel.

Even though he was a Sellsword everyone shook their heads when they heard that they would hire him to fight Azadin.

“Oh shit. Then let’s pick the drug addicts. Drug addicts are the kind of people who would stab their own parents if it was medicine.”

“…however.”

The dwarven sorcerers Chashan’s brothers were also hesitating.

Drug addicts will jump on the devil from hell if you give them drugs but that doesn’t make them any less useful.

The powers of drug addicts are not so trustworthy.

“There are many ways to kill someone without having to fight them such as assassination or poisoning. Why are you all so scared? What’s the big deal with the Fimbul Horde?”

“The half-vampire Niselda the minotaur Selim and the cannibal druid Sedrin all swore allegiance to him. And the assassins all nod their heads when they hear of the Heralds’ murder.”

There is no way that the Herald Clan already famous as assassins can be dealt with by ordinary assassins.

“Ugh… These guys just eat money.”

Just meeting the Sellswords and Assassins costs money.

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Meanwhile the Chashan gang is losing strength as they lose all their funds and supplies.

But at that time there was someone who approached Chashan first.

It was none other than Cormac one of the squad leaders at Fort Vermilion and his men.

“Azadin? What is that soulless blasphemer trying to do? He has an absolute weakness.”

Comek and his men came to Chashan in person and spoke to him in a boastful tone.

“That guy is commanding the undead in the Jinsa mines. If we tell this to the Inquisitor of the King’s Church won’t he be destroyed?”

“…You’re using the undead in Jinsa Mine?”

But when Chashan and his brothers heard those words their expressions darkened.

‘We can create undead too but we can’t do much more than make them attack people nearby.’

‘If you can make someone work in a mine that means you’re a great wizard right?’

‘Isn’t that kind of sophisticated necromancy something only Orcs would use?’

After hearing Comek’s accusations they also learned that Azadin was a much more capable wizard than they had expected and that he was a man who would do anything to stop at nothing.

“What’s the evidence?”

“It would be enough to go to the mine right now. But he’ll know when he gets there to check it out.”

“If I don’t report this to the Inquisitor right now I won’t be able to get any evidence right?”

“yes!”

“Then report him to the Inquisitor. Of course pay him now. First 50 gold coins as a deposit. Report him and if he really was using the undead to run the mine you will receive an additional 50 coins. If Azadin is completely driven out with this you will receive another 50 coins.”

“It doesn’t end with money but after we report him he needs to protect us. I hope he can give us a place to stay.”

“That’s welcome here too.”

If Comek were to mess around and disappear the Chashan gang who were already in a bad situation would completely lose face.

But the opponent is obviously going to fall into their hands.

‘That’s how scared Azadin is.’

‘Is this okay? I wonder if we’re plucking the nose hairs of a sleeping lion.’

Chashan’s brothers felt uneasy seeing Comak so afraid.

But it’s already spilled milk. Now that they’ve lost their drug farm they can’t survive unless they settle things with Azadin somehow.

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Azadin uses the undead to mine cinnabar from Fort Vermillion.

Comek reported Azadin to Lord Jecht as per the contents.

The use of black magic especially necromancy was strictly forbidden by the King’s Church and the Knights Templar as it was the worst kind of magic that could put a person in a state worse than death.

If it is true that he used necromancy privately Azadin’s punishment is banishment at the lowest and usually death.

“If this is true then this is a good opportunity to retrieve the Book of the New King. Defeat Azadin and retrieve the copy of the Book of the New King that he has. We must also retrieve all the grimoires that he has.”

Lord Jecht took his men and Cormac with him and headed to Fort Vermilion.

They prepared three fast horses for each person and galloped like a herd to Fort Vermilion. They met Azadin who had already returned to the fortress.

“Sir Jecht. What’s the matter?”

“Sir Azadin. We have received accusations that you are a user of black magic.”

“Hmm?”

Azadin looked at Cormac who was hiding behind Jecht.

Comek trembled with anxiety as he felt Azadin’s gaze fixed on him.

‘Is that okay? If Lord Jecht finds out you’re using the undead he’ll kill you right away. A dead man can’t harm me after all.’

Comek felt his heart pounding out of his mouth with anxiety.

At that moment Azadin smiled.

“Have you ever been accused of being a messenger?”

“…Ugh.”

The soldiers who were listening burst into laughter.

“I heard you’re serving the undead in the mines?”

“That is indeed a desirable thing. Wouldn’t it be better for the undead to work than for people to die from poison while working in the cinnabar mines?”

“If you dabbled in necromancy with such a view you will be disappointed Lord Azadin. In fact as an enemy I have quite a bit of respect for you.”

It was the unsparing sincerity of the Jecht lord.

As he pursued Azadin’s footsteps Jecht knew better than anyone how many formidable enemies Azadin had faced and how many great feats he had accomplished.

“If you respect me why don’t you stop bothering me?”

“I’m just carrying out a ridiculous mission. To guide the mine.”

“It’s over there.”

Azadin pointed to a tunnel next to the village.

What Jecht Kyung saw were hard-working miners.

The undead were nowhere to be seen.

“….”

I sent the soldiers and knights inside and after a while they came out shaking their heads.

“doesn’t exist!”

“shit!”

They looked at Comet who was hiding behind Zect.

“You came all this way but what can I do if I give you unsatisfactory results…?”

“Wait a minute! It’s a hippogriff! A hippogriff!”

“Comek whose life was in danger shouted like this.

Even if he was a Jecht he had to ride a horse when heading from Fireglyph to Fort Vermillion.

However Azadin’s party had a much faster means of transportation than the hippogriff.

By the time Comek reports to Jecht and Jecht arrives with an investigation team Azadin and his men will have arrived at the mine first and destroyed the evidence.

Even though Comek shouted that the knights inside shook their heads.

“…There’s no way I would have used the undead.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The root spirits were digging the ground and breaking stones to find the cinnabar.”

“In short this is my work.”

A figure walked out from among the workers at Fort Vermilion.

Wild Druid Cedrin. She is an elf.

“The root vine spirits are good at digging the ground and breaking down thick rocks. They are the perfect beings for miners. Why bother using the undead?”

“…..”

“Ha it’s a trap!”

Comec screamed.

Jecht also noticed that Comek was telling the truth but it was no use.

“Tch. I wasted my time.”

“Why don’t you just go and rest for a bit before you go?”

Although Azadin made such a suggestion Lord Jecht smiled bitterly and backed away.

When his men left leaving Cormac behind Cormac was left alone and at a loss.

“Okay then Comec shall we have a chat?”