Night of the Soulless Heathens – 78



#78. Judgement Jecht 3

Seodong Beldon is not the petitioner for the gold coin. So there is no reason to reveal his identity to them.

Above all Prince Kozel lost his eyes to the Herald Clan or rather to Azadin himself so his feelings toward the Herald Clan would be extraordinary. He also had to consider the possibility that Kozel’s emotions would run wild if he revealed that he was a Herald Clan member.

‘In fact if he found out that I was the one who made him a loser he would bring me all kinds of sexual incidents to get revenge.’

Beldon sighed as Azadin spoke so eloquently. Fortunately Azadin’s boast seemed to have worked. Even if that weren’t the case it wouldn’t be wise to investigate in detail the group that was killing the Count and the mummy soldiers who had transformed into giant monsters.

‘Even if they were real messengers there would definitely be a fight given Prince Kozel’s personality. But it wouldn’t be wise to fight the one who killed the Count.’

Beldon who had a strong tendency to go smoothly without causing any trouble had no intention of telling his employers that Azadin was a messenger. Still he had to bargain.

“Why did you proceed with the work without any agreement on down payment or cost?”

“I was infiltrating to investigate and I saw that the Count was preparing to kill everyone in this area. No matter how much it was someone else’s business from our perspective if we delayed the damage would be severe and it seemed like we wouldn’t be able to do anything by then so we had no choice but to move quickly. My colleagues have had a hard time.”

The comrades that Azadin was talking about were of course Midiam and Ismail. However to Beldon it sounded like there were other assassins similar to Azadin. Surely Azadin could not have fought such a huge battle alone.

“So when you come to see me now you brought the reward right?”

“Of course.”

Beldon handed Azadin a leather pouch. When he opened it he found a brooch decorated with gold and opal along with gold coins.

“This is…..”

“I brought some jewelry because I was short on gold. It’s probably worth about 50 gold pieces.”

“It’s a bit tricky to deal with. I don’t even know if the market price is actually 50 gold coins. And if I track this….”

“We apologize. This is the result of our efforts.”

In fact the Countess and Cosel had a lot to say.

‘Is this really what a real assassin did?’

‘Do I really have to give you that money?’

‘We never gave you a definite answer about the 50 gold coins so why did you do it on your own? Considering that couldn’t you lower the price?’

He had tried to either not pay or lower the price. Beldon was sweating profusely trying to persuade the countess and Cozel.

‘If those guys are really the ones who murdered the Count… they will threaten the Countess and Prince Cozel if they don’t pay the reward. How will you handle that?’

It was a brooch that I reluctantly accepted after explaining to the Countess and Prince Cosel the dangers of cutting an assassin’s pay.

If this did not convince the man he would have no choice but to ask the Countess’s in-laws which would be a very troublesome task.

“Okay I’ll compromise to this extent. I think everyone around here knows that this brooch belongs to the countess so if I want to dispose of it I’ll have to go to another country.”

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Azadin took the bag and asked Beldon several more questions.

“Is there anything else you need help with? I hear you and the Countess are arguing over the Salasma estate in the church?”

“Can you assassinate church members?”

“Hmm. Who?”

“This is Judge Jecht.”

“A judge? A judge is the highest ranking figure in the Knights Templar. There are only sixteen of them in the entire world. A person like that is here in Salasma?”

“Yes. He is interfering with the Salasma Territory and the King’s Church is trying to prevent the Earl’s bloodline from inheriting it and return the Salasma Territory to the King’s Church. The reason is that the Earl has turned into a Naga so the Earl’s entire bloodline may have become tainted.”

“aha.”

Azadin clicked his tongue when he heard that story.

“Surely you wouldn’t reveal that to the public.”

The idea of ​​stripping the Count of his inheritance rights on the grounds that he a true noble had fallen into the hands of demons is not an attractive option for the Church.

This is because it is an admission by the nobles that the bloodline of the Yaegas clan is not perfect and this is no different from abandoning the foundation of the King’s Church.

“I don’t think killing the judge will make things any better. I will decline that request.”

“Hmm. Okay I understand.”

“Then take care of your work.”

Azadin handed the signet ring to Beldon and left the alley.

*********

Azadin said goodbye to Baroness Nort and left the mansion.

“So where do we go now?”

“Let’s chase after them. Where did their trail end?”

“It continues to the southwest…”

“Southwest?… Let’s go that way for now.”

As I descended from the highlands and looked at the situation on the outer wall of Salasma I saw that many refugees were still swarming in.

The rivers are drying up all over the city and the waste that has piled up due to the influx of refugees is not being cleaned up so the devastation is accelerating. With no leader here anymore the future of the people who have flocked to this city is not going to be easy.

I was walking with that thought in my mind.

When I reached the farm street outside the Salasma walls I saw something running behind me. It was a group of mounted knights and sergeants. In front of them was something in armor running like a beast.

“…uh?”

A man runs on all fours like an animal. There is a sinister light in his eyes. Azadin could see through his eyes that a black aura was emanating from him. It was a product of black magic.

“What is that?”

Azadin focused his vision and scanned the pursuers behind him. They were the knights of the King’s Church.

‘The undead escaped and are chasing after me? But….’

When a righteous king sits on the throne the light of the royal flower protects the land.

The throne of the eight kings brought by the Yaegasu gods is itself a grimoire of the Shinwangjinsho and a powerful magical artifact.

And the Light of the King’s Flower is real. In cities and towns where there are believers in the King’s Church the Light of the King’s Flower actually works suppressing the activities of the undead and monsters and protecting humans.

‘It’s hard to get the undead out in broad daylight in a big city without putting in a lot of effort into magic.’

Of course it was Count Kazel who made that possible but he would have needed a lot of money manpower and help from Nagas to create such undead.

But that’s….

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“It seems like they’re coming after us.”

“What should I do?”

Midiam and Ismail asked.

“What should we do? Let’s run away. There’s no reason to deal with something like that.”

Azadin is holding the reins without riding the Kerim ram. On the other hand Midiam and Ismail are riding the Kerim ram. If he were to suddenly ride the ram it would look suspicious to the people around him so Azadin quickened his pace and signaled Midiam and Ismail to go ahead first.

As soon as they reached a fork in the road Azadin and his party entered it… but the undead left the road and ran straight towards Azadin and his party. And…

– Hazy!

A magical attack comes from the knights but it is clearly aimed at Azadin and his party not the undead. It is a colorless basic magic that does not emit light or make any sound but it is a dangerous spell for that reason.

The spell can momentarily dull the consciousness and is extremely effective when used on running horses or animals. Azadin and Midiam Ismail are fine but the Kerim goat they are riding is temporarily dazed by the spell.

“ah!”

“Shit!”

Medium and Ismail also knew for sure that their opponents were targeting them and attacking them. Honor-oriented knights were using magic to attack first. Perhaps they had discovered that they were a herald clan.

In this situation Azaddin ordered Midiam and Ismail.

“You go first!”

“yes?”

“I won’t stop you.”

“No you did that last time too and you received help from us.”

“Your physical condition is not good either!”

Despite Midiam and Ismail’s attempts to dissuade him Azadin turned around and blocked the oncoming undead.

however….

“Krrrrrr!”

The guy who charged at him growling like an animal was surprisingly someone Azadin knew.

‘Isn’t that the guy? What was it? The guy who shot arrows at civilians and tried to wipe out civilian farms!’

Gazrek the Elder became undead and attacked Azadin.

“Okay! Sweater!”

Azadin grabbed the reins of the Kerim ram and pulled his sword out of his saddlebag. He calmly watched the undead Lord Gazrek attack blocked his attack with his sword and shouted.

“now!”

At that moment Azadin’s Kerim goat sweater kicked the corpse of Lord Gazrek with a rear kick. Thanks to the terrifying force Lord Gazrek’s body was blown away.

“uh….”

The pursuing knights were taken aback. They pretended to take out their weapons from their saddles but the mountain goat attacked them with its hind legs. They were completely caught off guard.

‘It’s fortunate that the one who was hit was the undead Lord Gazrek but what if it was me?’

Even though I was wearing armor would I really be okay? I had a chill down my spine when I thought about it.

While the paladins were bewildered by the sudden turn of events Azadin pursued Lord Gazrek to finish him off. He rode along with him with only one foot on the stirrup of the Kerim ram as if he were hanging onto a moving chariot.

“Krrrrrr.”

The undead Lord Gazrek rose to his feet. If he were a human he would have been kicked by the Kerim ram’s hind legs and sent flying suffering internal bleeding or broken bones but Lord Gazrek rose without much damage.

But Azadin who had rushed in with his Kerim ram plunged his sword into the crown of Gazrek’s head before he could even get up and regain his balance.

Under normal circumstances it would have definitely hit the mark. However at that moment the black magic suddenly exploded from Sir Gazrek and he retreated like a beast of burden.

“….”

Azadin frowned at the one who had wielded that magic. A knight in golden armor was approaching. His face was hidden by his helmet but his voice sounded young.

“Oh my. What incredible skill. I would never have guessed that you are an ordinary pilgrim.”

“Your Majesty would you just sit there and let the undead roam around in broad daylight?”

“He is Lord Gazrek. Sadly he was killed by the Heralds somewhere and became a Wraith Knight with the sole purpose of finding them and taking revenge. Do you know what the characteristics of these Wraiths are?”

“….”

“You have the ability to locate and track enemies within a certain distance. That means you are the culprit who killed Lord Gazrek.”

The golden-armored knight identified Azadin as the murderer of Lord Gazrek.