Night of the Soulless Heathens – 30



#30. Black Magic Disaster 1

If it was gold he had already gotten a lot. He had already gotten three so he could have bragged to him and silenced him but Azadin held back.

“Why don’t you give me tea instead? If you don’t give me tea other pedestrians will think it’s strange.”

“Tea? Oh of course I have to give it to you.”

The peddler grumbled and brought out some tea.

“Do you have any snacks?”

“Yes. It’s a candy made from mugwort. Oh my you’re taking such a precious thing even though you can’t even get money for it from the messenger.”

The tea vendor gave them some cookies though he was reluctant to give them away. They were cookies made by mixing a bitter and sweet herb called sugar mugwort into the dough. Azadin handed them out to his companions and sat down to ask them.

“So what’s the mission?”

“Ahead of here the Rescue Team is doing relief work. They are setting up camps for refugees and distributing food to them.”

“You’re doing a good job. Surely you’re not telling me to kill those rescue knights?”

“Yes. No. The problem is that the poor are being forced to give alms to merchants even though they promise to help them.”

“Well that’s about it.”

Azadin didn’t think much of it. It seemed reasonable for the Knights Templar to force the rich to give alms to the refugees.

‘I’ve heard that the rescue actions of the Knights Templar are like a kind of righteous act so they sound plausible when you say it but in the end they end up taking more for themselves. Azadin has been generous to others for a long time but he seems to be especially generous to the Knights Templar. Is it possible that his faith in the Archangel causes him to bend his arms inward?’

Medium had such suspicions.

The informant of the tea merchant messenger clan continued his story.

“So the merchants are gathering in front of this place and going around and around but that’s where the wyverns have been appearing recently.”

“Wyvern?”

“Yes. The refugees who fled because of the drought have turned into bandits and are appearing nearby… and those rescue knights seem to be looking for copies of the New King’s Book.”

“So what’s the mission?”

“Will you help me catch the wyverns and bandits on the detour? Or will you refuse this time too?”

“That’s about it.”

“Oh that’s unexpected. Why is it that the wind suddenly blew like that?”

“Because it’s not about assassination it’s about helping people.”

“ha ha ha.”

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The tea merchant laughed strangely. So now Azadin was secretly criticizing the other commissions of the company as being for assassination or personal gain.

Of course the tea merchant who was only a servant in the hierarchy of the messenger clan had been secretly criticizing the messenger Azadin up until now but the tea merchant was higher in rank than him. Since Azadin who had failed in the basic training selection process was not recognized as a messenger the tea merchant felt insulted by his remarks.

Then Medium asked.

“I can’t stand Azadin. Can I?”

Azadin nodded at her words.

What are you talking about? That was when the tea merchant was puzzled.

-Sreung!

Medium drew his sword and aimed it at the tea merchant’s neck.

“uh?!”

In that situation Azadin calmly sipped his tea.

“How dare a servant meddle in the messenger’s business? He keeps picking a fight over every little thing he says.”

“Oh no…..”

“Be polite to the messenger. If not….”

The medium thrust his knife into the merchant’s neck as if he was going to stab him. The merchant had to lie down on his back while sitting to avoid getting his neck pierced.

“stop.”

Azadin stopped Medium.

“Midiam you are an Etar and are performing the duties of a servant but your opponent is of a higher rank than you. Bloodline and rank are important but our clan also values ​​the tradition of longevity. Thinking about that if you are not going to kill me then you should put away your sword.”

“yes.”

Medium wiped the blood off the blade spun the sword around put it back in its sheath and knelt before Azadin.

She a proud Etar bloodline deliberately shows her respect by being overly polite in front of Azadin. Of course it is done to show respect to the tea merchant.

“….”

The tea merchant was embarrassed to see Medium bowing politely to Azadin’s every word.

“I’m sorry. I treated you to some delicious tea but you look like this.”

Azadin is not oblivious either. He knows why Medium suddenly pulled out his sword and threatened the tea merchant. He calmly drank his tea and apologized to the tea merchant.

“Oh no.”

The tea merchant caressing the wound on his neck made a trembling expression. Since Azadin the emperor’s messenger apologized on behalf of the servant for his rudeness the tea merchant as a servant could not help but accept it. However since his feelings were hurt and it was right in principle it became a complicated situation where he could not argue.

There are those who lose and those who apologize but in reality the two are part of the same gang.

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After parting ways with the tea merchant and getting back on the road Azadin called out to Medium after passing over a pass where he could no longer be seen.

“Medium.”

“yes?”

“First of all thank you.”

“Haha don’t mention it. Now that I’ve become your servant those who ignore you will soon ignore me. Furthermore isn’t the Korasaru Peddler Guild owned by the Saban family?”

Saban is one of the five founding families of the Herald Clan and has been at odds with Etar since long ago. For one reason or another Midiam took this opportunity to show them an example.

“I appreciate that but please don’t insult anyone who has a close relationship with the Saban family. It’ll just make things worse. There’s a rumor that my previous messenger was purged because he was disliked by the Saban family.”

“If it’s them they’ll do that and still have some left.”

Even though Medium said that he didn’t seem to be afraid of Saban. Was it because he was still young and full of confidence?

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“But the messenger clan is a really large organization with many members. Is that tea merchant also a messenger clan member?”

When Tarki asked that Azadin clicked his tongue.

“Don’t try to know too much. As you know we can’t expose too much of our organization.”

“Still I think he is really capable and powerful. If it were you you would make me a count…”

“….”

“Oh no. Nothing.”

Tarki who was under Azadin’s gaze kept his mouth shut but still seemed to feel regretful.

When I see Azadin’s abilities and the organizational power of the Herald Clan I get greedy.

If they actively help me then succeeding to the count’s throne will be no problem.

Azadin sighed as he could clearly see that she was thinking that way.

“You believe so firmly that you will inherit the title of Count. Are you stupid?”

“yes?”

“Count Kazel is still young. I don’t think he wants to tightly decide the succession plan at such a young age. Even for you your mother is from a family with a lot of money and influence right?”

Otherwise you will not be able to give your children the Emperor’s gold coins and hire mercenaries.

“yes.”

“Since the Count is shaking up the family seat everyone will take the family’s property and do whatever the family head wants. Would he really use this good bait just once? He’s not an old man with much time left. He’ll use it over and over again. When that time comes the children who were born in the meantime will gather together and fight again.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can just give up and do nothing right?”

“Please don’t give up. Rather than you guys pretending to be knights and going around robbing people wouldn’t it be more comfortable for your body and mind to just wait in the Count’s court?”

“Being in the palace isn’t all that comfortable.”

“But if you guys who are such messes of humanity go around won’t you cause harm to other residents? If you feel uncomfortable with being in Jeongseong why don’t you commit suicide and look forward to the afterlife? Unlike us Aragas the Hybris have souls and are guaranteed an afterlife right?”

“No such verbal abuse….”

“Be grateful that you are tolerating my verbal abuse! The civilians you plundered could starve to death. Oh that inn over there! I guess that’s what the tea merchant was talking about.”

While Azadin was busy harassing Tarki he discovered an inn across the road. At first glance it was an inn where merchants and adventurers gathered.

Among those in the inn two men and a woman noticed this and approached me. They were a man and a woman with healthy-looking dark skin.

“Brother Tarki!”

“Isn’t it Tarki?”

“You guys?”

Tarki recognized them and looked at Azadin in surprise.

“Who is it?”

“They are my half-siblings.”

“competitor?”

Azadin’s question contained the meaning ‘Are they also fools like you who are foolishly foolish enough to be fooled by the Count’s empty checks and steal your mother’s fortune?’

“No I’m not. I’m a member of the Cell Sword Association.”

The Cell Sword Guild could be said to be a group of mercenaries or adventurers. This means that they gave up competing for the throne at a young age and became mercenaries or adventurers.

I don’t know if it was because they had a keen sense of reality or because they gave up due to a lack of support from their maternal family but unlike Tarki who walked around with an air of nobility they were wearing light leather armor and were armed with swords bows and short spears.

“Hello brother. Who are these people?”

“Ah these are…..”

Azadin stepped forward and spoke instead.

“We are pilgrims. Fortunately Lord Tarki is there to escort us and we are grateful for that.”

“Yes? Your brother is escorting the pilgrims?”

“What about the mercenaries?”

“Oh those mercenaries. They betrayed me.”

“You betrayed me?”

“I just broke up with you because you wouldn’t listen to me.”

Tarki made that excuse. The mercenaries he hired had become vassals of the Kurts and had laid waste to the eastern post towns… It would have been better to just say that he had parted ways with them before that happened so he could have been less responsible.

“Are you okay with the mercenaries betraying you?”

Usually when mercenaries betray they kill their employers. In that situation Tarki would not have survived.

“No those guys just left me because I didn’t meet their standards. Actually I’m not sure if they betrayed me.”

“Is that so? Oh my name is Kaka.”

“I’m Chico.”

The two siblings introduced themselves to Azadin and his group.

“I am Azaddin. This is Midiam and Ismail.”

Azadin gave his real name instead of using a pseudonym.

“So what are you guys doing here?”

“Oh we are doing cell sword work.”

“The merchants told me that there was a wyvern here and asked me to exorcise it.”

“Wyvern? Aren’t you looking for a copy of the New King’s Book?”

“I have no idea where exactly that copy of the New King’s Book is.”

“If you just go around working wouldn’t you hear rumors or something?”

“Are you guys also looking to get on the count’s throne?”

“That’s not possible. Our mother doesn’t seem to be that interested in us… We also lack the background to dare aim for the title of count.”

“I’m going to sell it if I find a copy of the Shinwangjinseo or something. I hope you’ll buy it for me. I’d rather have Tarkhi buy it than Kozel.”

Azadin who was listening to that laughed.