Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 459

#459. It is a specialty of the United States of America.

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An artificial flower garden full of all kinds of flowers.

On the throne in the middle of it, a woman was calmly guarding her seat.

beautiful green hair.

Five-layer outerwear.

Gloves up to the elbow.

A beautiful woman with a distinctively thin and slender body and a face with clear signs of disease.

Maia opened her closed eyes.

And he said it in a pessimistic manner.

“As you do, I don’t like wasting time on pointless things either.”

[…]

“So I’ll ask straight forward.”

Perhaps it was thanks to the glasses made with the technology of the Silver Dragon clan.

An opponent who clearly looks like he is right in front of his nose, even though he is clearly on the other side of the globe.

The culprit who suddenly contacted me and made me have no choice but to receive communication without even researching.

However, after connecting the communication, he was the one who made her open his mouth first by sticking to the silent answer without saying anything.

Looking straight at the taciturn beauty with brown skin, military uniform and blazing red hair.

Maia put a sneer on her bluish-white lips.

“What do you want from me, Hasneti?”

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Indi Jons.

from the early to late 20th century.

One of America’s foremost archaeologists who have excavated countless sites around the world in his lifetime.

Of course, rather than preserving the cultural heritage, he was only interested in destroying it and digging up the hidden treasure inside.

And although he was half treated as a grave robber in that he secretly took the real treasure and handed over only the cheap excavations to the museum for bounties.

Anyway, his sense of smell to find treasure was a rare genius throughout the Age of Heroes.

One peculiar fact.

It was a will he left in his later years.

‘There is a place where I hide all my heritage. The one who reaches the place by following the clues will become the owner of all the treasures in the world!’

To think that a person who has stolen other people’s heritage all his life and left it as his own.

It was ironic.

Well, in the first place, it might have been natural in that most of the achievements of famous archaeologists were digging into other people’s graves and displaying them in museums.

Anyway, one important thing.

The last clue left by Indy Jones was that he was sleeping in the secret bank of the Golden Dragon clan.

And the liberation brigade stole it.

In fact, at that point, the pursuit was blocked.

The remnants of the Liberation Brigade would have gone to find the legacy left by Indy Jones, but the only way to find out the location was to catch them and retrieve clues.

It was literally a contradiction of which came first, the chicken or the egg.

However, living in this world, there are times when it is not necessary to distinguish between the two….

“If I know, there.”

“You mean you know where Indy Jones’ legacy is?”

“I can guess exactly, but it can be said that it is 99% accurate.”

“I didn’t know you had a hobby for things like treasure hunting.”

“Don’t misunderstand me, boss. I’ve lived for a long time, so I’ve only seen, heard, and experienced many things, but I don’t have any particular hobby.”

“How can I find out where the legacy of Indy Jones is?”

“I once received Jones’ diary as a reward from a family member for rescuing a kidnapped child.”

Limon, who speaks absurdly.

Charlotte looked up.

Although Jones’s legacy is a treasure that countless treasure hunters have searched for all their lives and have not even been able to find out its approximate location.

You know that for granted, like the place where the mutt in the back house buried his bones.

In fact, the more I looked at him, the more interesting he was.

“I did encode it in something like Sumerian or Latin, but it was rather easy to recognize.”

“Certainly, no matter how old the language is, it must be familiar to you.”

“…Boss, I’m not even 1000 years old yet? No country lived in a time when Sumerian or Old Latin was spoken.”

The fact that he mastered such an outdated language even though it was not the language of his era was proof that he was not just a swordsman.

The cleverness hidden in that rough act is admirable.

It’s not childish to see him grumbling, telling us not to treat him like such a subject, it’s even funny.

“Anyway, according to the diary, they should be going there now.”

It seems like when did you complain?

Limon’s eyes flashed fiercely.

But if you ask me if it’s scary, it’s rather the opposite.

Although it may be sharp, its momentum, which is neatly organized, blends with the sharp eyes, making you feel as if you are looking at a master sword forged by a craftsman.

“Did you mean South Dakota?”

“okay.”

“Surely, if that is your destination, I can see why you rushed to get on it.”

“It is a place surrounded by wilderness on all sides. I only happened to do that a long time ago, but honestly, I would rather refuse to break through the wilderness barefoot.”

“It was a long time ago… is this the story of when you were carrying Geomrang?”

“Well, that was when I suffered the most.”

Seriously, his nickname must have been Geomrang.

Limon, speaking in a sneering voice.

However, you can tell by looking at the lonely sunken eyes when talking about Geomrang.

A cold attitude is only an appearance.

In it are the memories of wandering the wilderness with a disciple. The sadness

of hearing the news that the disciple had cut the disciple and

the bitterness of having to cut the disciple himself were hidden.

As long as a long time has passed, the emotions at the time have already been buried and only remains, but the pain that is felt clearly nonetheless.

Haven’t you been hurt for nothing?

I regret it a little bit.

It’s also a little fun.

Like digging out a hidden vein of gold with a pickaxe.

It’s nice to discover an unexpected side of him.

If we continue to heal his wounds like this, we can expect to see another side of him.

But at the same time angry.

That the target of those eyes is not you.

Whether it’s memories, pain, or remorse.

It was so dissatisfying that he couldn’t stand it that someone else was occupying even a small part of this man’s feelings, which should all be his.

The moment she finally opened her mouth to resolve her dissatisfaction.

[Chief, come up here! There is no observatory since it goes up to the 3rd floor!]

“…You also have a very noisy pet.”

“He’s a little excited because it’s his first time going to America. So, please understand even if you are noisy, boss.”

food.

Just like the lonely eyes from a moment ago were lies.

Limon looks at the blue bird looking out the window from the top of the cabin car with warm eyes.

That look is reassuring.

I am also strangely annoyed.

“Besides, isn’t it an experience that just about anyone can do using a VIP cabin car on a transcontinental train?”

“It’s not dignified to use the transcontinental train as a spectacle.”

“What’s the spectacle? Even in the Bronze Age, the first thing tourists coming to America did was watch the Transcontinental Train.”

Guess who isn’t Noh Kang-ho?

Limon tells old stories.

It’s a fact I already know, but even so, the way he shrugs off his arrogance is somehow cute and makes me want to fit into the conversation.

“Did there be such a thing as a tourist in those days?”

“It’s rare, but it’s there. Right now, even my teacher has been wandering all his life.”

“You talk about running away from the pursuit of our Seven Dragons in a really cool way.”

“My master’s theory was that an ignorant swordsman would look very pitiful if he didn’t show up.”

what’s so funny

I feel it when I see Limon laughing.

I also don’t like it.

However, as a person who has lived in the Bronze Age, the story told by the enemy of the Seven Dragons from his own point of view is more unfamiliar than expected.

The light that stays in his eyes when he tells the story of the Sword Emperor is surprisingly warm.

Surprisingly not in a bad mood.

Charlotte continued the story.

[uh? manager? Do you see something strange over there?]

…It means that it would have been if Yun Na-gyeong hadn’t intervened appropriately.

“Roasted pigeons would be good for dinner tonight.”

I will stop collecting bird-related items from now on.

While you make decisions that will influence the market value of world art.

Disapprovingly, Limon naturally took his eyes off himself and turned his attention to the blue bird.

“What do you see?”

[It’s hard to see because of the sandstorm, but looking at the dust clouds, it looks like a herd of cows is coming this way?]

“….”

[Team leader? Why are you making that face?]

“Blue, this is a wilderness.”

[I know that too?]

“Don’t you know there’s no such thing as a herd of cows in the wilderness?”

[Then what is that?]

“It’s a specialty of the United States.”

[Yes?]

I tilted my head for a while at the meaningless words.

Yuna-kyung immediately opened her eyes wide.

For as the dust cloud got closer and closer, it became possible to get a glimpse of what was making it.

[…Scorpions?]

A wasteland with red dust flying around.

It is none other than a scorpion running in a straight line toward the train from the other side.

It was a group of dozens of scorpions the size of a house, their entire body covered with a carapace of red stone or rusty iron.

Seeing a group of armored monsters that

only appeared in dungeons… no, she hadn’t seen them even in dungeons, Yuna-gyeong put on a bewildered expression.

“Did you forget, Blue? That is why the United States of America is called the land where spirits live.”

But the only thing that surprised me was Yuna-kyung.

Limon wasn’t surprised at all.

Charlotte also made a silly face.

Unlike Yuna-gyeong, who was a first-time visitor to the United States, they expected this to happen from the time they entered the wilderness.

“That’s because spirits literally still roam this continent.”

[A spirit? Then that’s…]

“Yes.”

Of course, traveling by plane in the United States would be suicidal.

The reason why even he refrained from running through the wilderness.

Limon said calmly.

“It is a fallen spirit, a remnant of the Spirit Crisis that almost drowned California 500 years ago.”

[Corrupted spirits were common enough to roam in groups like that?!]

“At least in the wilderness.”

It’s not even a cartoon.

Yuna-kyung was stunned when she saw that spirits appeared in groups in reality.

However, Limon and Charlotte were still calm.

“Looking at the shape, it appears to be a poison-type spirit.”

“Exactly, sir. That’s the spirit of poisoned sand. Individually, they are at the level of intermediate players, but together they can crush an entire city.”

“Have you ever met him?”

“5 times 500 years ago and 2 times about 140 years ago. It’s not common, but it’s not that rare.”

When Yuna-kyung blinked blankly after hearing that nonchalant conversation.

A mechanical sound came from somewhere.

Beep.

[Passengers. From now on, the train we saw will temporarily separate the combat compartments, so please do not open the windows or run.]

[Heh?]

It was right after that.

The moment when you want the running train to shake slightly.

The rear part of the transcontinental train, which was running on the rails without hesitation, suddenly separated.

The act of abandoning the bait and running away.

But that wasn’t bait.

The change that took place in the detached train car immediately afterward proved that fact.

Weiying.

The vehicle is separated into three stages.

The rearmost compartment splits in two and steps on a rail.

The middle compartment is spread left and right, grasped with ten firm fingers protruding from the inside.

The top compartment with the engine becomes the body, and the head pops out from the top.

So, in the blink of an eye.

After the transformation, the train got off the rails at once and blocked the front of a huge group of scorpions.

and a resounding roar.

cooong!

[Wheels vibrate.]

[Engine roars.]

[Safety first.]

[To protect the peace of the railroad.]

[To fulfill the wishes of the passengers.]

[ETRF-0014 belonging to the 4th Division of the Railway Department of the Spirit Sentai. The spirit of Maha Train appears!]

As if it was a lie that she had the appearance of an ordinary train a while ago.

A steel giant with all sorts of mechanical parts intertwined and posing with his fists clenched tightly.

After seeing Maha Train, the spirit of speed, Yuna-kyung did one thing.

[Wow, it’s the messenger squadron!!!]

Clap clap clap clap!

…Like a child who saw the hero he saw in a cartoon movie when he was young, his eyes were shining brightly, his wings colliding and his hands clapping.