Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 178

#178. gold nuggets rolling in.

The Sword Master is an immortal being.

He was a superman who gained eternal life simply by swinging his sword, without any mystic or supernatural power.

However, to put it the other way around, it meant that there were other people besides the Sword Masters who gained a life close to immortality through a mysterious power.

At least among the absolutes of each age, there are many who have lived hundreds of years.

Even Plato, the father of the Free Cities League, lived nearly 2000 years.

Of course, those who lived as long as Plato were rare even among absolutes, and those who were still alive were even rarer.

So it was.

This is why Limon couldn’t help but make an uncomfortable expression against the dark red-haired woman who was the ‘extremely rare exception’.

[…Uh, so you’re saying that this old lady is older than the team leader?]

‘Shut up.’

[No, does that make sense!? With that face without a single wrinkle and that figure, you’re over a thousand years old! Envy!]

“Oh, thank you for the compliment.”

[…!]

“…so I told you to shut up, you chicken.”

I secretly sent chlorine only to Limon.

Seeing the woman smiling as if she had overheard her fire, Yuna-kyung was frightened and Limon sighed.

And the woman made an interesting expression.

“To think that a human soul is contained in a bird’s body… You have a pretty interesting familiar, dear.”

“Don’t mind what other pets have, grandma.”

“Aren’t you too much of a granny for a lady? If possible, please call me Sir with affection.”

It’s better if you call me sister.

Limon frowned arrogantly as he saw Syrr, a woman with dark red hair, talking with a mischievous smile.

“Stop talking nonsense and talk about the main point.”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked me to save you. Wasn’t it just a joke what you said while waiting at Orna’s Magic Hall to meet me on purpose?”

Limon pointed out coldly.

For real witches and wizards, a magician is like their workshop, fortress, and nest.

Not to mention, having another witch occupying a place in the magician’s view of witches belonging to the 27 genealogies of magic is originally something worth making a life-or-death decision. It was clear that she

had something important to do after taking on such an absurd task.

However, Sir’s answer was calm.

“Don’t worry about Orna. Because he’s already dead.”

“…what?”

“It’s not just Orna. Eureka, Senna, Florence, Jessica… Five children have already died.”

“Five witches who inherited the 27 lineages of magic died?”

“okay. And that in just three months.”

Since the magician lost his owner, shouldn’t someone take his place?

Limon raised his eyes as he saw Sir speak languidly.

I didn’t care about her way of talking about death so lightly, but the content was so unexpected.

“Did you kill the old woman?”

“Could it be?”

“You or someone else?”

“I don’t even know that far. I just know that someone is targeting the Witches of London.”

“You want me to believe that now?”

“What if that’s true?”

Sir shrugged.

It was only after one or two people died the first time, and when I thought something was strange, five people had already died.

After explaining, she continued in a very languid voice.

“Above all, there is no reason for me to come and hurt them again.”

“Isn’t there any reason to save me on the contrary?”

“Of course it is.”

“…I guess so.”

Although Limon put on a disapproving expression, he didn’t argue or get angry at her words.

Not only did he know that Sir was such a witch in the first place, but he had no right to interfere in witches’ affairs.

“Don’t be so sarcastic. It wasn’t me just watching.”

“Then did you look at anything?”

“How did you know?”

“It’s obvious what a witch like you would do.”

“Have you forgotten that there was a baby who wandered around not noticing that obvious thing?”

“It’s been a while, so what about fortune telling?”

“Your personality is still impatient.”

Sir shook his head as if he couldn’t stop it, but lightly bounced something.

“Look, this is my fortune teller.”

It was none other than a single card that left her hand, which was sitting upside down on the ceiling, and fell in front of Limon as it spun around.

Limon narrowed his eyes when he saw the [Destiny] card on the wheel with a sword embedded in the middle.

It is because I have lived for a long time and have seen many fortune-telling signs, so I can roughly guess their meaning.

“…Is this really why you’ve been waiting for me?”

“What can I do with the fortune telling that only Aga can solve this situation?”

No matter how many swords there are in the world, only Limon’s sword can break fate.

So I waited for him to come.

Limon did not ignore the story Shire leisurely brought up.

Even though he has now lost his place as the best prophet of the time to the White Dragon Princess, Sir is also a famous prophet in the past.

Even though I couldn’t say that I was 100%, I couldn’t completely ignore the divination.

That’s why Limon’s eyes suddenly lit up after clicking his tongue at being entangled in troublesome matters.

‘No wait. Isn’t this rather an opportunity?’

Limon was lost in thought.

Originally, he was reluctant to meet Sir, not just because the elder was awkward, but because in the worst case, he could become hostile to her.

But at least now, far from being an enemy, she was asking Limon for help.

And, as if it were in the past, now Limon had any number of ways to take advantage of this situation.

Take a moment to get your head rolling quickly.

Limon, who had been frowning a little while ago, slightly twisted the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth as if he had never done that.

“My sword must be expensive?”

Arms tucked together.

messy attitude.

There’s even a cold smile.

Like a knave who gets a chance to pull out the pillar roots of a wealthy family that he usually hates, Limon shouts for preemption with his entire body.

Sir looked at him and made an expression as if he had heard something very unexpected.

“You mean you’re going to get paid?”

“ok.”

“If you don’t help us now, there will be trouble?”

“So what?”

“…Baby, didn’t you get involved in this on your own?”

“That is a thing of the past. I’m getting tired of doing unpaid volunteer work.”

You have to pay a price to get something.

Looking at Limon, who said sarcastically, that you, a witch, know that better than anyone else, put on a puzzled expression for a moment.

Shire suddenly placed a hand on her voluptuous chest and smiled seductively.

“Then, how about giving me the freedom to control my body for about 100 years? I am confident that I will leave unforgettable memories for at least a thousand years.”

“I’m going?”

“…what do you want?”

Eventually, Sir raised the white flag.

It was because he realized that if he tried to push and pull here, he would only lose himself.

She was already on a leash when she revealed that she needed Limon’s help.

It was her mistake of hastily revealing a loophole, thinking only of Limon in the past who saved the world without receiving a single penny during the Demon God War.

And thanks to that, Limon, who gained an unexpected fortune, smiled and opened his mouth.

“It’s nothing. It’s been up to 100 years, so please cooperate with me for about 50 years.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s about beating the bad guys, as usual. This time, I just want to do a little business together.”

“business? baby you?”

“Eh, I also want to collect some money and power.”

“If it’s really unexpected, it’s unexpected, and if it’s natural, it’s a natural story.”

Sir made a strange expression.

Even for her, who knows that humans change someday, Limon’s fall (?), which has reigned as the guardian deity of mankind for nearly a thousand years, was quite impressive.

Limon urged her to do so.

“It’s been a while, so what’s the answer?”

“Well… 50 years is too long, how about 10 years?”

“That’s too short, man.”

“Instead, how about being your wife in the meantime? Even if you look at me like this, I’m good at being a fairy during the day and a fairy at night.”

“I do not need. In the first place, there are people who are married now.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Yes, so please give it as a wedding gift for 30 years.”

Shir, who had a worried expression for a moment, finally nodded.

“It can’t be helped if the baby goes that far. If you solve this problem well, I will serve you as a slave for 20 years, so how about compromising that much?”

“I need an ally rather than a slave.”

“If you call me sister from now on, baby, I can.”

“Okay, I’ll compromise as a slave.”

Limon nodded.

Just being able to use a witch like Syr was an unexpected achievement, at the level of gold nuggets rolling in.

Indeed, Sir also had no complaints.

To her, it’s like 20 years anyway.

In the meantime, it wasn’t much of a big deal that I didn’t help Limon myself, and I only did what he told me to do.

…Of course, if Limon knew who the ‘bad guy’ he was trying to beat and what ‘small business’ was, he wouldn’t have agreed so easily.

If Ainsha saw it, he would have muttered, ‘As expected, that bride and that groom.’

‘I guess this is why people have to live kindly.’

But Limon didn’t care.

Because he knew himself well when he was the guardian of mankind in the past, he only smiled of repentance when he saw Sir, who was deceived too easily.

What should I do? If I want to resent you, I have to blame myself for being obtuse with the world because I’ve been living in a small room too much.

Having tricked one such naive hag into a fraudulent contract, Limon immediately made his fortune.

“Then, like a slave, I have to do something right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re stupid.”

Wei-Ling, who was only called by name, immediately took out the case and held it out like a competent attendant.

Limon asked casually, showing her the case he had received.

“Grandma, do you know what this is?”

“Huh?”

Sir looked at the scrap metal in the case and made an interesting expression.

Then, he took a bundle of gold thread from the box on the table, twisted it with his fingers, and licked his lips.

“Luvina Fua cySin kiea Doon.”

The moment when a drowsy spell resounds in a certain rhythm as if singing, and the gold thread released from the air becomes a soft glow.

change has begun.

The pieces of scrap metal in the case absorbed light and began to regenerate themselves.

The broken pieces stick together.

The crushed outline becomes convex again.

Returns brilliance to dirty surfaces.

When the bundle of gold thread that Sir had taken out all melted and disappeared, there was no more scrap metal there.

There were only thin cracked bells.

Shir, who snapped his fingers and drew the restored bell right in front of his eyes, looked at it and smiled strangely.

“You brought something really interesting, just like that familiar. baby.”

“okay?”

“Of course it is. It’s not a magic tool or an item, but it’s a mysterious item. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve seen something like this.”

The researchers, who had been examining the fragments of the drops for tens of days and had not found anything, would have doubted their ears.

However, Limon did not doubt Sir’s words.

I was just asking seriously.

“Then can you fix it or make a magic tool with a similar function?”

“I’ll have to look into that some more. If you look at it roughly, it seems to have a mystery that responds to a certain object, but I don’t know what that object is.”

“I heard it was something called Seven Arcs.”

“…what is that?”

“Hmm, you don’t know either.”

Limon clicked his tongue as he watched Sir tilt his head at the name he brought out just in case.

I wondered if she would know anything if she had lived longer than he did, but the reaction was not zero.

Still, as he didn’t have much expectations in the first place, Limon quickly erased his disappointment and took out a deep-black violin from the box he was carrying on his back.

“I heard that this violin is one of those seven arcs. How is it?”

It was also said without great expectations.

But that’s why Limon couldn’t help but be rather surprised to see Cyr with his eyes wide open as soon as he saw the dark violin.

“Why do you have that violin?”

“Hannah, do you know what this is?”

“There’s no way you wouldn’t know.”

Sir replied as if it was absurd.

Then he raised one finger and pointed at the deep-black violin with his fingernails stained purple.

“I made it.”