9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 190

Episode 190 Episode

72. Somehow,

more than 50% of the slave freer < 1) Rung Doge's property was burned or stolen just like that. Now, the underground slave auction held in the Light of Azif was not scheduled to be held for the time being. -The spirit is chaos. According to Barlinan's expression, 'good Igmeseus' was summoned, so it was over. If the spirit king at the time of summoning was 'Bad Igmeseus', last night's light could have been completely ruined. That was the nature of the spirits called 'Chaos'. This time, Igmeseus' only ordering the spirits to 'play a joke' amounted to mercy. Regardless of the size of his authority, he sometimes shows mercy or punishes cruelly according to his mood. This is a quality that becomes more pronounced as one ascends to a higher rank. Of course, among the spirits, the spirit king, Igmesesus, was the most eccentric. Ballinan explained that this is why the personality of the highest ranking spirits like Kaiente is strange. Also, it was said that the reason why he had not been able to use the power of the Spirit King earlier was because his mouth was gagged and he had also lost his artifact. “I changed my life force for a year to summon him, but I didn't know that a good Yig would come out. I should have put in just one more year.” “When that bully-like personality is in a good state. How much do you mean when you're a bad guy? And this madman has 1 year of life?” "Well, I've never been through that either. I've overheard stories about how Yig was put under some restrictions because of his grandfather. Oh, but hyung was really cool... I never thought he would fight like that alone in that situation.” Yuma and Ballinan were walking in the wilderness after escaping the light of Azif. Intense sunlight was pouring down over the sparsely rising wild grass. For the average traveler, it was suicidal to walk through the wilderness without clothing, water, or equipment to protect the skin. However, Yuma had the highest level of physical strength among warriors, and once in a while, Ballinan summoned a water spirit to provide drinking water. Besides artifacts. Most of the artifacts that Barlinan originally brought were combat artifacts specialized in attack and defense avoidance. Since Cog took care of travel items separately, there was no need to bring other artifacts. However, among Lung's artifacts that the spirits gave him, there was one that created a small wind to cool the user's sweat. Ballinan was walking while cooling off with the pinwheel-shaped artifact. “Nuclear Nuclear!” Unlike the two who walk comfortably, enduring with stamina and artifacts, a man, Omir, walks with difficulty, possessing broth. He was blindly following Yuma and Ballinan, believing that he had no future other than death if he stayed in Azif's light. There were no sharp plans or tricks. After meeting that human, everything was twisted. The rosy slave life in the East could never be dreamed of again. If you work as a slave trader, you will definitely come across Lung and his men. There was no capital or goods left. There were some money and goods left in Haseo, but there was no fare to go back to Jang right now. Above all, in Azif's light, he could not do anything for a while. That said, I couldn't grab hold of him and argue with him whether he was Yuma or Devil, and he just wanted to cry. It was hard to tell because of the sweat, but in reality Omir was shedding tears. It's completely over... his own life. “Hey Omir. If you're tired, would you like to take a break?” “Nuke… no nuclear.” Yuma didn't judge him to be very useless either. Also, it seemed that it was not his fault that the ship was wrecked and that he experienced slavery, but somehow he felt sorry. sorry. This was not an emotion that Yuma had easily. Although he himself did not feel it, Omir was receiving tremendous treatment. “Hmm. then let's keep going By the way, just beyond this wilderness, there's another slave auction house?” “Yes Yuma-sama… “How much longer do I have to walk?” “Nuclear Nuclear. About two days.” “It’s better to count it as a day.” The reason Yuma and the others went to another slave auction was to find their comrades. Loong's underground slave auctions were held every two days. If the other comrades had been captured by Lung, they could have already been sold to Taji. For the past two days, Yuma has passed out and Ballinan has been locked up in a slave prison. If they were sold as slaves, the only way to find out was to search nearby slave shops. The slave traders were mostly distributors of slaves from Loong. It was a problem even if my colleagues were found there, and it was a problem even if they were not found. 'Anyway, I'll have to make as much noise as possible.' Yuma intended to slaughter the slave traders mercilessly. It's because if you make a fuss anywhere, the news may reach your colleagues. “Ballinan. When do the spirits deliver news?” Yuma looked at Ballinan and said. “When I find something, I will come to talk. As I said before, there was no one inside the jeep light. It seems like everyone has been sent somewhere or been stranded in a place other than Azif's light in the first place.” Yuma nodded as if he understood. Compared to the first time I woke up at Calsis's house, I felt a bit more relaxed in my heart. First of all, getting back Ballinan was the first reason. The second was Ballinan's Spiritual Art. As soon as he left Lung's castle, he ordered the spirits to search for his lost comrades. After completely destroying Lung's castle, the spirits searched for Azif's light. Hundreds of spirits, like bees searching for honey, searched for Yuma's companions. Even though Azif's light is a big city, it was easy to search it that way. It took less than three hours to get results. The spirits who shared memories with Ballinan announced that there were no companions within Azif's Light. Even now, spirits in the form of birds, such as Ta Rowun, a mid-level wind spirit, were currently roaming the eastern sky at the command of Ballinan. The spirits didn't just convey what they directly captured. Even the rumors spreading around the port or village near Azif's Light were to be told to Ballinan. Of course, ordinary Elementalists couldn't use such a tracking technique. It was possible because Val Reinan was a contractor of the Spirit King. -I can give you the east. Yuma was beginning to sense that what Ballinan had said in the past was no bluff. Depending on how the Spirit King's power was used, it seemed that he could take part of the hegemony in the East. “You can't use this kind of power without paying anything, right? You can't believe the vitality again... When Yuma asked, Ballinan grinned. “Of course there is a price. It's about commanding hundreds of low-level spirits directly under Yig. But it’s not like you’re using your life right now as a price.” “Then what is the price?” "secret! Anyway, if it's not very far away, the spirits will find the location of the companions right away.” It was luck that Yuma found Barlinan first. If it weren't for Ballinan, I really would have had to search this vast eastern land alone. The three most concerned were Katherine and Cheryl Cogg. Unlike Natalina and Igor, the three of them were by no means strong. As befits a daughter of the Zach family, Catherine used swordsmanship at a level close to that of a sword master, but in Yuma's eyes, she was at a level where she could face harsh situations. If Catherine ever had a problem, she would have no face to see her master when she returned to Kyle. "I'm sure you'll be alive, bro. Tulka bit me too and put me on top of the wreckage.” “Ballinan.” "huh?" “Next time the spirits come back, please ask them to search for the monsters that are their companions.” “A monster? Why the monster?” “Just let them know that it is a monster that bleeds purple blood. I'll tell you more about it later.” "huh! okay." Yuma hoped to encounter thieves or bandits in his heart this time as well. But the bandits of the East were so lucky that they seemed not destined to run into Yuma. The three of them moved on without speaking again. Omir kept falling behind, and the party was not able to reach their destination until dawn. The party arrived at a fishing village outside the light of Azif. This small fishing village looked normal on the outside, but in reality it was so vile that there was always a ship waiting to transport the slaves inland. By then, Omir was so exhausted that he couldn't even open his eyes. It was worth it because he walked all day in the scorching sun with the poor physical strength of a merchant. But that didn't mean Omir could get some rest. Yuma planned to lead Omir straight to the slave manager. After all, the fight will be fought by himself, not by Omir. The reason why he didn't abandon Omir and brought him in was to find out the location of the slave trader. Omir had been to this fishing village several times since he started trading with Loong. Since it was a small town, there were no guards asking for the identity of travelers who suddenly entered at dawn. "haha. Here you are Yumani O O..” The _ Omir pointed to a ship management office with a trembling finger. Of course, only the signboard was a space run by a company that transported slaves received from ship manager Ji-Lung to the inland. Pop up. Yuma broke down the door to make a loud noise and went inside. A lowly-looking bastard was sitting at the table and dozing off. Ballinan stepped over to him and playfully nudged the bastard on the cheek. The old man shook his head slightly and waved his hand. “Omir, sit down and rest for a while.” said Yuma, lifting Ballinan and putting it aside. slap! slap! An out of nowhere slapped on the cheek, one of them jumped up and bowed his head. He knew that his brother had beaten him. “Sorry... What! Who are you!” “I will only say it once. got it? Get down and answer me.” “What a crazy bird!” After being hit in the stomach by Yuma, the old man fell to the floor and drooled. I've been living as a back alley thug for over 15 years, but I've never been hit with such a heavy punch. At that moment, the japbae instinctively realized. You can't say a single word wrong with this person. It was similar to the instinctive fear felt by herbivores who saw a beast for the first time in their life. “Please tell me.” “Are there any slaves recently transported inland?” “A boat left just yesterday.” “Was there a red-haired woman in the boat by any chance?” "I do not know." “What about the brown-haired woman of medium height with a Western accent?” “I don’t know… I don’t think this guy knows anything because he’s at the bottom. "okay. Guide me to where your boss is.” After hesitating for a while, Yuma picked up the rag that was lying on the table. Then he bent over and tried to insert it into the muzzle of the bastard. It was to keep him from screaming. The junkie immediately grasped Yuma's intentions. It was because it was a method often used by gangsters to create a threatening atmosphere against slaves or the weak. “Ah, I will guide you!” “Right. Lower your voice and stand up.” The boss room was right next to the space where the slaves were kept. All the time the jabbae walked, all he could think of was that he was dead. “W Here it is... “Okay. Since you cooperated meekly, I will give you a special reward. Get out of here right now and never come back.” “Yes yes?” “Your organization will be gone within an hour.” The old man nodded like a madman and turned around and ran. A moment as frightening as this dawn in his life was not expected to come again. ---------------------------------------