Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 475

#475. What have you done?

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Powered Armor.

An artifact made by ancient shamans.

Unlike the Scrap Armor, which was made of all sorts of scrap metal, the performance of this armored cavalry made with thorough design was extremely excellent.

As a player, it is above the level of a marquis.

Even if you play as a master, it’s at the level of a major owner.

If this armored cavalry could be mass-produced, there were even shamans who were proud that the world would still be dominated by spirits and sorcery.

Of course, even so, he was not the Sword Master’s opponent.

I don’t know if it’s one or two.

Silently subduing more than ten armored cavalrymen was quite tiring for Limon as well.

since the revolution broke out.

Defeat the resurrected Demon God.

Come over to the United States.

until you come here.

Even though I continued the hard march, which would be exhausting even for an iron man, I did not have much time to rest properly, so I was secretly fatigued.

So it was.

Limon rarely slept soundly.

It was only after hearing Yuna-gyeong’s fuss that she barely woke up.

[Team leader, team leader!]

“Haaaaa.”

[No, why are you sleeping in a place like this? Did you have a drink?]

“Don’t treat a normal person as a drunk.”

[I think it’s too much to treat a person who sleeps in front of the house with a normal bed.]

Why is this guy who’s not even a chicken going to Busan in the morning?

I was muttering while stretching.

Limon suddenly turned his head.

“Did you clean up what was there?”

[What?]

“No. You picked the wrong person to ask.”

[…Why do I feel like I’m being ignored one-sidedly?]

Before I went to bed, armored cavalrymen and raiders were piled up.

Looking at the now empty backyard, Limon chuckled.

No matter how much he was asleep, there were few people who could quietly put them away without waking him up.

In the first place, it was more so in that only the armored cavalry weighed more than a ton.

“Where is the boss?”

[The rich sister must have gone out before I even woke up. The President’s sister said that you have something to do?]

“Hmm, is that so?”

what is that thing to do?

Limon, who could roughly guess, scratched his cheek.

I don’t know if it’s only once.

After they’ve been attacked twice, they won’t be released as finely as the last gunman.

Of course, the assailants must have been prepared for that kind of outcome from the time they broke in in the middle of the night

.

[What does that suddenly mean?]

“When I saw a hunting dog sleeping outside, I wondered if I could cover it with a blanket.”

[…?]

Quietly fighting them.

I had a hard time watching the watchman all night.

To think he didn’t even look at himself and just took the result and left.

It was a really heartless act.

‘I can’t help it.’

But Limon didn’t feel particularly disappointed.

It is the fate of all hunting dogs to be taken away by the owner without even tasting it even after diligently biting the prey.

Besides, considering the enormous share he received from Charlotte, he could have done it without much effort.

After shrugging like that.

Limon headed to the kitchen.

Yesterday’s hard work is hard work, work is work.

Since I woke up later than usual, I had to move busily from now on in order to prepare breakfast for more than white people.

But after reaching the kitchen.

Limon couldn’t help but tremble.

“Have you had breakfast?”

“At the direction of the princess, we decided to settle this morning at the hotel.”

“okay?”

“Yes, he told me to tell you that you did a good job.”

“Hmm, that’s a lot of work. If it’s a simple messenger job, you can entrust it to another clan.”

Did you wait for yourself to wake up?

Seeing Alice waiting in the kitchen, Limon smiled.

Even though she was an aide, it was really absurd to use her, who is known as the President of the United States of America, as a mere messenger.

But Elise didn’t agree with that.

He just made a weird face.

“Unfortunately, I had to come in person.”

“What is that again…”

That moment.

Limon kept his mouth shut.

It wasn’t just because Elise was extending a hand to her before she knew it.

The familiar envelope she held out

made him feel a strange sense of déjà vu, which made Limon put on a strange expression no less than Elise’s.

rustle rustle.

So the moment I silently opened the envelope.

Limon hardened.

Then, after being silent for a while, he looked at Alice.

“…I think I already had a document identical to this one?”

“It may be misunderstood as it is marked as 5%, but if you look closely, you will be able to understand the difference.”

“Yes, the date is definitely different.”

If you look so ridiculous, you will laugh.

When Limon, who suddenly acquired 10% of the Fafnir branch and became the major shareholder, smiled.

After being hit by a slingshot and being bitten by a fox, Yuna-gyeong blankly asked with a face like a sparrow in the same pot as a raccoon.

[Team leader, what the hell did you do to rich sister…?]

Limon thought.

that i want to know

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“No, so even if you don’t really need it?”

“If you don’t want to be affectionate, give it to a passing dog.”

“…Boss, this is your company’s stake, isn’t it? The right to rule the Seven Dragons itself.”

“No matter what. I am not interested in what you have already given.”

“Then why don’t you give it to me in the first place?”

“It’s up to the owner to decide what reward to give to the hound, but seeing him grumble after accepting it is really arrogant.”

[Hey, I don’t think you two need Fafnir’s share, so just give it to me…]

Scream!

[Kyaauk!]

“Put it on, Blue.”

“You’ll have to re-educate your pet first.”

“Whoa… Let’s talk about stocks later. How are they? Did you find out anything?”

“It will be as you expected.”

“…That sheriff, Na-ri, seemed to be the type to listen. Did you do something stupid like this again?”

“Looks like there was an intervention from above.”

“Hmm, I have a feeling that things will become quite troublesome if I do this wrong.”

“What is there to be bothered about? At this point, it would be enough if we wiped out all of them along with the Liberation Brigade.”

“That is annoying. If the Civil War broke out again because of the guys I caught, I’d feel uncomfortable.”

One more time to let out a sigh.

Limon crossed his arms.

And after much thought, he opened his mouth.

“Can I make one suggestion, boss?”

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The Sheriff of Rushmore City.

The stalwart bison was prepared.

He said he was dead because he tried to kill Charlotte and failed.

The only consolation on the last road was Charlotte’s promise not to reach out to the city in retaliation.

But that too.

And other gunmen too.

Of course he saved Charlotte.

They were not kept in custody, they were just released.

Embarrassed, the strong bison asked why.

Charlotte answered simply.

“If you want to die, die on your own.”

The mighty bison understood.

Just like no one gets angry when an ant bites their toe.

That they weren’t even a threat to Charlotte, let alone a threatening enemy.

As a descendant of the Continental Guardian, it was humiliating for a strong bison with strong pride.

You can’t commit suicide either.

In the end, the stalwart bison had no choice but to order, bitterly, to stop entangling with them.

Traditionally, disasters are not meant to be close.

As nothing good could come from getting entangled more, the only thing he could do was hope that they would finish their business quickly and leave.

So it was.

After hearing the news that armored troopers dispatched by the Continental Guardian entered Rushmore City.

That’s why the strong bison hurried to find ‘him’.

The last time I got lucky thanks to Charlotte’s indifference, but I couldn’t hope to be safe after attacking her twice.

I was thinking of somehow persuading ‘him’ before he moved.

But the result is…

Kwajik!

“Keugh!”

The mighty bison swallowed the scream.

This is because the prosthetic hand attached to his arm was broken and the current flowing back through his nervous system supported his body.

“Are you sick?”

Because of that, he did not raise an eyebrow even when he saw the stout bison trembling like a frog struck by lightning.

He just spoke in a high-pitched voice.

“It will hurt. Of course it hurts.”

“…”

“Because if you kill a traitor without pain, you can’t use it as an example.”

“I am not a traitor…”

“Shut up!”

puck!

He didn’t even give the mighty bison a chance to speak.

With a face full of hatred and resentment.

I just screamed out loud.

“How shameless to fail to kill the prostitute of the dragon and not be a traitor after revealing the legacy of Indy Jones!”

“That’s…”

“I don’t need any excuses.”

whatever you say

For traitors, there is only death.

Watching him speak coldly, the strong bison realized.

He only put it off to deal with Charlotte, but he was planning to deal with himself eventually.

But I even appeared in front of him on my own and persuaded him not to touch Charlotte anymore.

It was like putting your head in the mouth of a lion.

“…change your mind now. Touching the Golden Dragon Princess will bring great disaster.”

The stalwart bison did not give up.

It seems that he has already given up his life.

Even while wriggling in pain.

I just tried to convince him until the end.

“This guy is still…!”

Paperweight!

However, the answer to that effort was a sharp roar and lightning that supported the whole body.

To him, the stalwart bison was already just a traitor.

“Originally, I was going to catch the Golden Dragon Princess and take my time to make you pay for your betrayal, but…”

Even so, it seemed that his anger was not resolved.

Breathing heavily, he growled.

“If you really want to die, I will kill you however you want.”

sereung.

It’s as if they’re going to give you the most painful death possible.

Stopping the electricity, he deliberately drew his dagger and placed it in the stout bison’s belly.

When the strong bison gnashed its teeth at the coldness of the blade that touched his flesh.

A single voice cut through the air.

“How about doing that?”

“…!”

startled

Shaking, he turned his head.

The strong bison opened its closed eyes.

since when

A room lined with various machines and folk crafts.

At the entrance, a man was watching them with his arms crossed.

“First of all, I had something to check with the sheriff Nari, so I followed the signs… I didn’t have to look for it on purpose, I caught a great fish right away.”

White hair like an old man.

Sharp eyes and scars around the eyes.

Above all, the sword attached to the waist.

When he saw the young man, whom he could never recognize even if he did not know him, he involuntarily shed a sense of astonishment.

“Limon Aspelder! How are you here…?”

“Hmm?”

That moment.

Limon tilted his head.

Then she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Somehow, I thought that the presence was not unfamiliar, but I never thought I would see a familiar face here.”

“…!”

“Has it been in about 500 years? The snoring kid has grown up a lot.”

Because I didn’t know how to recognize myself.

Or is it because the fact that he remembers himself is unexpected.

An old man with a mechanical prosthetic eye emitting red light from one eye, silent with a stiff face.

One of the chiefs of the Continental Guard who sent the sheriff and armored cavalry to raid them twice.

The name of a shaman who has reached the realm of the absolute class.

Limon sang happily.

“Dance with wolves.”