The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 225

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 225

Episode 225 Beautiful Reward (3)

This is the backyard of an ordinary home located on the outskirts of Kranos City. A family that had escaped the shock of the invasion of the undead army was having a daily conversation.

“Did you hear that, uncle?”

“Are you talking about a zombie hero who willingly sacrificed his entire body to protect our city?”

“…uh?”

“My nephew. Do you think I haven’t heard that? “It is just a prejudice to think that this uncle will be slow and dim when it comes to news of the world because he is old.”

“Then, that zombie…”

“I was going to ask you if you knew the story about how he saved the city and quietly disappeared without asking for anything in return or praise, right?”

“….”

“I was going to ask you if you knew that the rumor was not just an exaggerated rumor, but an official matter recognized and certified by His Highness the Crown Prince, right?”

“…you know everything.”

“They say don’t ignore old people.”

“Then do you know this?”

“What is it again?”

“I love you uncle.”

“You need pocket money?”

“yep.”

“It’s old.”

“thank you! But my uncle? “Why do you give me such generous allowances?”

“Because that makes my sister angry.”

“aha.”

A conversation about the following went back and forth in succession.

Meanwhile, at a bar two blocks away…

“Hey, owner? “What kind of poster is that?”

“Oh, you mean this? “This is except for the leaflets distributed by His Majesty the Crown Prince himself.”

“shear?”

“If you’re curious, you can see it for yourself.”

The bar owner took a step back. Then the poster he had just put up was revealed.

“prize? Looking for the hero zombie who saved the city?”

One of the drunkard’s eyebrows twitched when he saw the poster. In fact, the poster depicted a zombie with a simple impression and a reward to be paid in case of discovery or reporting.

The drunk asked.

“Is this the rumored hero zombie? The one who fought against the invasion of the undead army?”

“That’s right.”

“Hey, isn’t that a lie? “How can zombies side with us and fight against an undead army?”

“But His Highness the Crown Prince himself even said it was true?”

“Tsk tsk, I don’t believe in such nonsense.”

“Really?”

“of course. If I believe such rumors, I will quit drinking.”

“really?”

“uh. really.”

“really?”

“uh. really.”

“ah. “Looks like we’re losing our regular customers.”

“…Why are you looking like that, owner?”

“That rumor is so true.”

“…really?”

“uh. really.”

“really?”

“uh. really.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Because my friend’s son was a guard at the North Gate.”

“uh? Could it be that Yagov is that guy’s son?”

“That’s right. I heard it from that friend. On the day the undead army invaded. “That day, my son, who was guarding the north gate, appeared to be dead, but a sturdy zombie appeared and saved my son.”

“Isn’t that friend drunk?”

“Of course not. “You’re a damn friend who says our liquor is the worst in the world.”

“for a moment. “So the rumors are true?”

“So, isn’t it true that His Highness the Crown Prince put up a poster like this and even offered a large reward to find that hero zombie?”

“….”

The drunkard rubbed his eyes and looked at the poster again. I swallowed dry saliva without realizing it as I looked at the amount written below.

“Owner? But this zombie. “You look a bit similar to someone I know?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Not what the Tulun chief said. “It’s a bit similar, isn’t it?”

“uh? Huh? Come to think of it? this?”

There was a conversation going on…

Such conversations were not just held in the backyard of an ordinary home or an old bar. Morning passed, lunch passed by, and in the afternoon, people gathered in the square and started talking in groups.

The contents were all similar.

“what? “A reward of this magnitude would change your life?”

“But that hero zombie. No matter how you look at it, doesn’t it look familiar?”

“It’s a bit similar to the Tulun chief… isn’t it?”

“It’s not a bit, but it seems quite similar…”

“Isn’t it really the Tulun chief?”

“But he’s dead, right?”

“Because you died, you must have become a zombie!”

“…aha.”

Everyone looked at the poster with new eyes. Anyone could see that the face of the zombie depicted on the poster was similar to the head of Tulun. Naturally, there were almost no people in this city who did not know Tulun.

The first human to strike a deal with the exclusive and stubborn Orc warriors. In order to close the deal, he started working out at the age of over 50, and with persistence, he succeeded in lifting 700 kilograms for three times.

He made a deal with the Orcs and built a business based on that. Thanks to this, trade was born in this insignificant city on the outskirts. Jobs were created. You can now enjoy a more enriched life than before.

Thanks to this, Grandmaster Tulun was one of the most respected people in the city. When he died, the entire city was in mourning.

But even after his death, he became a zombie and performed heroic acts to protect the city! Everyone had the thought that it was indeed him. On the other hand, I also had a wish to find Tulun, receive a large reward, and change my life.

‘This is not the time. ‘You have to find it faster than others.’

‘If I just get the key money… I can buy a house with it… and get married…!’

‘I can make a living without having to go to work for the rest of my life!’

A light lit up in everyone’s eyes. No, my eyes just rolled back from greed. It was the beginning of a full-fledged treasure(?) search.

Just like that, among those who joined the wave to find Tulun… was Tulun’s granddaughter, Nailah.

“Hey, His Highness the Crown Prince?”

“huh?”

“I’m talking about the zombie on that poster. “Are you really my maternal grandfather?”

“Uhm, I don’t know yet.”

Naila’s eyes are looking up at me. In front of those clear eyes, Rachiel pretended to be flirtatious and spoke.

“I just heard that a heroic zombie took action to protect the castle walls. There was also a story that thanks to that, the castle walls were able to survive without falling until I returned with a punitive force. That’s why. “Shouldn’t good people be rewarded?”

“Not humans, but zombies….”

“There are no exceptions, not even zombies. “I am a fair person.”

Rakiel shrugged his shoulders. The story I just told the child about the castle wall was true. After hearing the rumor, I investigated further. Thanks to this, I was able to hear the testimony of the surviving soldiers who guarded the northern gate at the time.

A sturdy zombie pretended to attack the soldiers and made them act like zombies, and thanks to that, they all said that they were not attacked by the undead army.

What was even more surprising was the following story. Did you say that they all pretended to be zombies and crawled down the outside of the castle walls? It was said that thanks to this, the undead army was drawn by the wind and briefly withdrew from the castle walls.

‘Thanks to you, I gained some time. Otherwise… Kranos would have completely fallen before we returned.’

Kranos would have returned but would have been captured. All innocent citizens would have been sacrificed and absorbed into the undead army as zombies. Nail, who is with me now, would have been no exception. It was a terrible scenario to even think about.

But I stopped it. It was thanks to Tulun’s courage and wit. So it was.

“The truth of the world is that if you do good things you will be rewarded and if you do bad things you will be punished. Whether it’s a person, a zombie, or another being, there are no exceptions. “That’s how it’s fair.”

“And my grandfather who passed away?”

“huh. of course. Naila, do you wish that zombie was your maternal grandfather?”

“yes.”

The child nodded without thinking for a second.

“I miss my grandfather.”

“Does it matter if I’m a zombie?”

“yes. “Because it’s my grandfather.”

“Even if it smells strange and looks a little different than before? “Is it still okay?”

“yes. Grandpa, my feet always smelled really bad. So it’s okay.”

“…Oh yeah. I see.”

I hope you find it. I’m serious. I asked, holding the child’s hand and slowly walking down the street side by side.

“By the way, Naila. “What will you do if grandpa gets scared?”

“Are you my grandfather? why?”

“Hmm… It’s a bit complicated, so Grandpa might be worried a lot.”

“What are you worried about?”

“I’m worried about Naila.”

The child tilted his head. It looks like he doesn’t understand. I spoke carefully so as not to hurt the child.

“Even if that hero zombie is my grandfather. No matter how much people praise him, he’s probably embarrassed by how much he’s changed. That’s why he may not be willing to show up.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

Nayla frowned her small eyebrows.

“It’s not like that, my grandfather. “If anyone makes fun of my grandfather, I will scold them.”

“really?”

“huh. really.”

“Will Naila protect Grandpa?”

“yes.”

“until when?”

“continue. to the end. Until I get married.”

“uh? “Then what happens next?”

“I saw you doing something grandpa.”

“Then your grandfather is in big trouble. “I really need to be nice to Nayla, right?”

“of course. So… I miss you.”

The child lowered his head.

Otherwise, I felt like tears would flow. I didn’t want to cry yet. I felt like if I cried hard, my luck of meeting my grandfather would run away. There was no reason or reason, but I felt that way for no reason.

It was then.

“Then… do you want to raise your head?”

The gentle voice of the Crown Prince’s uncle. Nayla haphazardly complied. And saw.

“uh?”

Up front over there. An ordinary street. The street corner where I once played tag with my grandfather. Then, I fell and saw my knee was bruised and bleeding, and I was in that place where my grandfather comforted me as I cried.

I saw a familiar person there.

“Neilah? Are we… chicks?”

A savory voice.

A familiar voice.

The moment I heard it, tears came to my eyes.

There was no reason or reason, but I could still feel it. It’s my grandfather. Because the only person in the world who calls me that is my grandfather.

Naila didn’t know anything about how she ran after that, how she was thrown into her arms, or how her grandfather cried so loudly. However, I was filled with unbelievable emotion. A face that smells like a grandfather, a little different from before. But it didn’t matter.

Looking at that, Rakiel smiled silently. On the one hand, I thought. I’m glad you did a great job today. Also spreading heroic rumors. I also talked to Nayla so that someone could hear. It’s all worthwhile. And a little…

‘Your eyes are a little strange.’

I guess my eyes are in bad shape these days. That’s why my vision keeps flickering all the time. So, I guess I need some diagnosis.

sincerely.