Night of the Soulless Heathens – 299



#299. Avengers of Vengeance 2

“Shouldn’t you just think of it as the ramblings of a drunkard and put up with it?”

They were embarrassed when Azadin pretended to be a fool.

“Ah Azadin?”

“Do you know me? It’s difficult to become too famous.”

“This kid.”

“We were also in the Chadra Plateau! And you don’t recognize us?”

Somehow they seemed hurt by the fact that Azadin did not recognize them. Of course they did not join the Knights Templar without any reason.

Back when they were younger and more ambitious than they are now they probably wanted to become famous too.

‘No but I really don’t know. From my perspective I wish you guys would just ignore me.’

The wounded members of the sect cried out when they realized that Azadin did not truly know them.

“Damn it! Launch the warship! We have to tell Lord Jecht!”

These were the servants who accompanied Lord Jecht when he came to the Chadra Plateau as an advisor.

It wouldn’t be strange to recognize Azadin’s face as he served as an advisor to the Fireglyphs in the Chadra Plateau.

They recognized Azadin and prepared a cage to fly a messenger to Lord Jecht.

however….

-Pfft!

Jibek rushed in and swung his sword like a pickaxe striking the soldier with the handle.

Azadin also picked up Grimslow’s club.

‘You have to fly it in the opposite direction.’

Originally Grimslow’s club was a weapon that could be thrown fiercely and could be used to subdue people without killing them by increasing or decreasing its own strength.

However the Qing executioner had become attached to Grimslow’s club and had turned into an axe so if he threw it in the right direction the axe blade would split the opponent.

If you don’t intend to kill you have to throw it in the opposite direction and hit it with the club part but it became a weapon that you could choose between killing and non-killing.

As Azadin threw it in the opposite direction the shaft struck the soldiers knocking them into the mud.

“…That’s funny!”

Among the skilled ones he was able to block the club of Grimslow thrown by Azadin with his own sword and also block the attack of Jibek who was running towards him.

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As the two faced each other with their swords intertwined he recognized Jibek.

“This kid! Isn’t he a Jebeck?!”

“It’s Sebus.”

“Whoa! Jeebek!”

A servant named Sebus twisted his sword and tried to stab Zibek in the neck but Zibek twisted his sword in return deflected Sebus’s thrust and struck his chin with the hilt of his sword.

The servant rolled on the floor with his teeth sticking out.

“Eek…..”

The minstrel who had been watching the scene took a step back with a bewildered expression perhaps because he had sobered up.

“Oh my goodness.”

The innkeeper was also horrified when something like this happened in front of his store.

“I am Azadin a trainee knight of the Rescue Knights. Master.”

“yeah….”

“This.”

Azadin took out his coin purse and threw it to the owner. It was meant to be a purse for carrying small change but it was full of copper coins which was quite a lot.

“Use it to clean the front of the store and keep that minstrel’s mouth shut.”

“Would you mind? I’ll keep it quiet. Yes.”

There is no point in telling the story of Azadin a member of the Knights Templar attacking and defeating the servants of the King’s church. Of course the alcohol might make your mouth itch again but that is why Azadin gave money to the innkeeper who was holding the bottle. If the bard is going to talk lightly about this story he should tell it somewhere other than this inn.

“Okay then… can I have some water?”

“Yes. I’ll prepare something clean…”

The innkeeper tried to bring water but Azaddin dragged the unconscious servants away and threw them into a manger in the stable next to the inn.

“Huh?”

“Apu!”

Those who had fainted when they fell into the water woke up.

“Oh my….”

“He’s not dead. That’s a relief. Okay can you guys contact Lord Jecht with the Jessegu?”

“…That’s right.”

“If we don’t contact him on time Lord Jecht won’t stay still.”

“Do you think that Lord Ajekt thinks terribly of his subordinates?”

At that moment even the servants became dumbfounded.

In fact if it were just Azadin I could say that but I couldn’t say that with Zebeck one of Lord Jecht’s disciples right in front of me.

“Don’t worry. I’m not trying to hurt you guys. I just want to see Lord Jecht. Where is this messenger going to go if I let it fly?”

“uh….”

“There is a parish of the King’s Church in St. Mallory and I will fly there.”

Jibek answered instead.

“Then Lord Jecht must have been heading to St. Mallory. Why did he go separately from you?”

“They will do that by changing horses one after another and marching on. The squires will give up all their horses and stay behind to go on their own.”

This time Lord Jibek answered on his behalf.

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He was a knight of the King’s Church and a disciple of Jecht so he knew Jecht’s ways well.

“Well then let’s send the letter. I’ll write it.”

Azadin took out a note and began to write with charcoal.

“To the heretic inquisitor Lord Jecht whom Azadin of Chadra Vermillion has always admired. I have always admired your reputation but I regret that you left Chadra so soon and that we could not become friends. I am planning to go to St. Mallory’s on business so I would like to set a date and meet you. I would like to clear up the various misunderstandings that have accumulated and become friends. Azadin compensation.”

“…….”

Zect’s servants were perplexed as they watched Azadin issue a challenge to Zect.

“The liver has come out of the stomach.”

“Sir Jecht is the strongest knight of his time. Even if you are a bastard….”

“Is Lord Jecht stronger than Lord Sok?”

“Any guy… huh? Sok?”

“Of the Fimbul Horde? Undead Sok?”

The servants were speechless.

When Azadin mentions that does that mean he defeated Lord Sok?

“No don’t get me wrong. I’m just asking because I’m genuinely curious. It’s not that I beat Sir Sok I’m just curious. Who is the strongest knight on the continent of Hybris?”

“….”

At that moment the minstrel who had been hunched over in the corner raised his head.

“I wonder that too.”

“Cock!”

The servants of the Ject looked at him as if they were going to devour him. Then the bard tucked his tail and hid again.

“Is that alright Sir Azadin? There is no need to pluck the nose hairs of a sleeping lion.”

“I do it because I need to.”

Azadin tied the letter to the messenger’s ankle and released the messenger from the cage.

The pigeon nodded its head a few times then flew powerfully into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

“Okay then let’s go. Oh but before that we need to make sure you don’t cause trouble for the people here.”

“Are you going to cut the ligaments or castrate me?”

Zibek recalled how Azadin often mutilated the genitals of his enemies when fighting them.

When the word castration came out all the color drained from the servants’ faces.

“Well castration is usually reserved for rapists but these guys didn’t do that. They didn’t commit a crime serious enough to warrant severing their ligaments.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Let’s take their weapons and hide them somewhere along our route. Without them we won’t be able to cause trouble for the people and if they don’t quickly chase us and find our weapons we’ll suffer financial losses and the reputation of the warrior class will suffer.”

“what….”

“What do you want to do?”

The servants protested but Azadin took their weapons and confined them to the inn barn.

“If you come across a large tree stump I’ll hide it shallow behind its roots. When the sun goes down please open the barn door.”

“Oh over there. Sir. That’s a bit.”

The innkeeper was in an awkward position.

I’m afraid of incurring their resentment if I keep them locked up until dinnertime.

“It’s okay. They’re going in empty-handed without any weapons. And when they come out of the barn wouldn’t it be more urgent to find their weapons first? If you don’t hurry random people passing by on the street will get lucky.”

Azadin locked his servants in the barn and pretended to take their weapons then gave them to the innkeeper.

“When you release them in the evening tell them that you followed me and retrieved their weapons. Then they will be grateful and will not harm you.”

“Huh? Sir?”

“I’m sorry for bothering you Master. You should live without being disliked by either the King’s Church or the Knights Templar so how can you get involved in something like this?”

“Oh no. Thank you.”

The innkeeper was grateful that Azadin was concerned about his safety.

Azadin asked the innkeeper to take care of the rest and set out again.

“You are very considerate Sir Azadin.”

“Well I hope this gets through safely.”

“Since you sent the messenger Lord Jecht has learned that they have been taken away. They must return to Lord Jecht as soon as possible and make their excuses. They do not have the luxury of wasting time harassing the innkeeper.”

“Well that’s good. Oh I should go find Scott right away. If he meets other people and starts harassing them with his mouth it’s not going to be a joke.”

“Haha. That’s right. When he came to see Prince Zadek as a mercenary the prince also debated whether or not to muzzle Scott for the sake of the morale of the army.”

“Then I guess I have to find it even faster.”

Both Azadin and Zibek shared a sense of urgency that they had to join Scott before he suffered an accident.

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There were toll collectors at the southern three-way intersection.

This is where the main road leading to the northwest which the Knights Rescue Corps had paved and the main road leading to the Kingdom of Banreung to the north intersect. Toll collectors dispatched by the Knights Rescue Corps collect tolls from merchants which soon becomes the official source of income.

however….

“Hmm. Hippogriff.”

“Hmm. Okra.”

The collectors looked embarrassed.

This was because the orc riding the hippogriff was insisting that there was no toll and that they would pay when the party arrived.

Of course in normal times there would be no reason to listen to such talk.

Orcs are a selfish mercenary race that worships the gods of the Kurt pantheon and ignores the faith of humans.

In fact they are pagans who can be killed right away without being criticized and since most of them are magicians ordinary soldiers do not touch them carelessly.

But this guy claimed the following:

“You foolish people may not understand but the one who has the honor of hiring Scott McGrin a genius born under the favor of the great orc god Kanak is none other than the Vermillion Captain of the Chadra Plateau Lord Azadin. He is the leader of a powerful warlord who has conquered the Ogeol of the Chadra Plateau and is growing at a rapid pace. Oh this is why he begged me to join his army so much. It must be because he has such vision that he was able to build such a large warlord in such a short period of time. What is there to hide? This hippogriff is also his beloved horse. So you are making a huge mistake by suppressing me. Do you understand? Oh you are not so low-intelligence that you cannot understand such simple principles are you? Tsk tsk. That is why humans need to be educated by beating them up and spoon-feeding them when they are young but why do they not educate them when they are born with such low intellect?”

“…….”

I couldn’t tell because he talked so much but I could tell that he was completely trampling them like weeds on the street.