The Boltaga mansion is under construction.
Workers were clinging to the mansion, which was so shabby that it seemed like it would collapse even if the wind blew.
Young-ju and Sik-sol wiped away tears as if they still could not believe this dream, and the people who were exhausted from the famine were returning one by one.
Binta’s butler, Bin Branche, helped free distribution of the residents during the day, and in the evening, he and Young-ju agonized over where to use the money from Looncandel.
Petro gave the aid “in the non-excessive way” at Jin’s command, but that alone allowed this small estate to seek vitality and promote the future.
Therefore, Bin Branche was proud. I assure you, life has never been as pleasant as it is now.
“It’s all thanks to you. I’ve never seen such a lively land since I became a butler of Volta!”
Bin smiled as he brought out the just-boiled barley tea.
“After the repair of the Volta Mansion, Tikan’s workers will come and build your new house. We’re going to set up a blacksmith’s shop underground with special soundproofing, and if you want to add any facilities, tell me.”
“Oh, I don’t have that. I don’t know what to do just by having my own house. Thank you!”
“Thank you.”
a slurping sound
When Jean drank barley tea, Murakan frowned as if annoyed. No, he had been showing signs of disapproval for the whole hour since he arrived at Bin’s house.
“Hey! Pickon Minche, get out of here! You mustache. How long are you going to keep me waiting?”
It was because Picone had not yet spoken out.
Furthermore, Murakan was full of horrors for not properly explaining the dangers when Picon first informed Jean about the first tomb of Themer.
“Well, umm. I’m sorry, Mr. Murakan. I’m a contractor, but I don’t have the ability to call Mr. Peacon as I please.”
Bin scratched his head in an awkward manner.
It was three hours after the Picone appeared. Indeed, when Murakhan’s patience reached its limit.
Bin twitched his eyes white and convulsed. a signal from the Picon
“Grrrr.”
A moment later, when the light stood on his white eyes, Picon’s voice came.
[Laughing out loud enough to kill me!]
“Mr. Picone.”
[Uh, yeah. Have you been well, Jean Looncandel. By the way, Murakan, you’ve never noticed. You don’t really know that I didn’t want to talk to you, did you?]
“What? You don’t want to talk to me? Why?”
Then Peacon opened his eyes wide and glared at Murakhan.
[When you casted barissada and bradamante, did you forget how much you stirred me?!] He comes to me every day and says, “When will it be completed?” He says, “It’s going to be faster.”….]
“What the hell are you talking about? When did I do that?”
Murakan was really in a mood of not knowing.
[Huh, you don’t remember? You don’t remember how many times Quikantel and Themeer came to apologize to me without your knowledge, do you? I’ve been thinking a lot about quitting making barissada and bradamante because of you.]
When Picon screamed, Jean kicked her tongue at Murakan.
“Murakan, you’re wrong.”
[That’s it? While you were in the midst of my blacksmithing, the other dragon flew over our village and was beaten. Do you know how much the blacksmiths have appealed to me for fear of death?]
“Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Your blacksmith’s been in the south of the Wilmer Kingdom. It was so far from stormy that it wasn’t my area, why would I just hit passing dragons?”
[Wherever I am is my territory. That’s what you used to say back then, right?]
Suddenly, when Jin first visited Quicantel in the past, he remembered what Murakan said in Beacon’s waters.
[The guy who’s in my territory gets hit and starts. It was like that back then.]
In fact, Murakan in his heyday was not as good as he is now.
the most formidable being of all ages
Those who knew Murakan in his prime remembered him like that.
Even Ratri, who had never experienced Murakan before, trembled at first when he saw him just by telling the story.
It is well known that most dragons have bad temper.
Among them, Murakhan was certainly exceptional.
Peacons exhaled angry breaths. Thinking about the suffering of Murakan in the past, he seems to have a fever.
Because of you, the minstrels even made and sang a song, saying, “I hear the shouts of dragons every day in the village of Wilmer’s kingdom blacksmith. The rumor got out of hand, so I heard you and Themeer walking out on my back!]
Murakhan’s eyes were blinding for some time with a confused look.
“Well… …Ficon, if I really did, I’ll apologize first. I’m sorry.”
The Picon was startled and made eye contact with Murakan.
This was how he felt inside. You’re sorry? Is this the kind of horse that can really come out of Murakan’s mouth?
[You just said something.]
“I’m sorry. Honestly, I remember only the fact that you told me about your moustache, but……if I look back on what I did at the time, it would have been enough.”
[Is that you, Murakan?]
“I think I’ve had some problems with my memory when I’ve been asleep for a thousand years. As you can see, I’ve lost a lot of strength. Anyway, if anything offended me, I apologize.”
At the moment when Murakan was about to lower his head, even Jean was startled and held his shoulder reflexively.
Picon also had a dumbfounded face as he grabbed Murakhan.
[Man, you don’t have to…]…Hey, hey, Murakan. We were close in our own way, I was just being cranky because I was annoyed. This makes me feel weird.]
Now, he is more uncomfortable with Picone.
“Picon Minche.”
[Uh.]
“A thousand years ago, was I a bad dragon?”
It was Murakan’s pride.
He was proud that he had never done anything to be called a villain, even though he had the strongest power.
[No, it wasn’t a dragon. Never harmed a human being, uh, again. I used to play with the kids in town, remember? Ellie, you found him when he was abducted by the Zipple……a child, a seed. Why am I making excuses for you?]
“Silderay, whom I met at the grave this time, also called me a bastard. At first I thought he was crazy, but judging from your reaction, I think there was something wrong with me. All I remember is Silderay or good memories with you. Because they were all Themeers.”
Jean first saw this image of Murakan.
Murakhan really didn’t remember. Some of his memories had been blurred until just before he fell asleep, and he was aware of them himself.
However, I didn’t think cloudy memories would matter. If it was important, he wouldn’t have forgotten it.
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But those who know or speak as if they know his “old days” whom they met recently. For example, when I met the head of Kinselo, Silderay, and Picon, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
[Hey, Murakhan. You’re not a villain. It’s true that your guy bullied me at the time, but there was a good reason for that. Only when Themeer’s sword was completed could Looncandel hit the zipple.]
Peacon shrugged back.
[And it’s true that you often hit dragons. But the invasion of the territory is a good reason. It was natural for security, as what my blacksmith made at the time was a weapon of Themeer. At that time, 90% of the dragons in the world belonged to the Zipple.]
Murakan raised his head.
[Everyone knew you had made many sacrifices for Looncandel and Hufester. I was so happy to see you, so what am I supposed to be?]
“Yes, I thought it was strange. There’s no reason for you or Silderay to hate me, and I’m dumbfounded. You didn’t hear anything from Silderay, did you? That’s what he called me. Can you imagine? That polite fellow!”
[Syderay hasn’t seen him since he made Tamur the Great Sword. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything like me.]
“Silderay went so far as to call Solderlet a traitor. That’s what happened in the past, when a little boy saw it through a record system there.”
When Jean explained about the recording device for a while, the Picon opened its eyes wide.
[… ..there was such a thing? I’ve heard from Soldierlet that there will only be guardians imitating the will of Shilderay. That’s why he got a piece of Tamur the Great Sword there to strengthen Bradamante.]
Younggi beads were not used in the art of blacksmith as Murakan expected.
Peacon looked around at the beads and once again said he had never heard of anything like this from Soldierlet.
[More than that, I don’t understand why Silderay called Soldier a traitor. Didn’t he respect Soldert more than any of the teenage knights? I’ve been courteous to you, too.
“Picon. You’ve been alive since I fell asleep, haven’t you?”
[About three more years. Was it five years?]
“Maybe in the meantime, Solderlet did something bad in Looncandel. Do you remember anything like that? I’ve never heard of it from Quicantel or Missha.
[Oh, you must have met Quikantel, too. You’re alive. Anyway, not as far as I know. You know, after that, Looncandel was defeated by the Jipple and made an onslaught. If you and Themeer had both been in good shape and led the war…….]
Peacon interrupted and looked at Murakan’s countenance.
It was because he knew well. What a great wound and humiliation that happened to the two and to the Looncandel.
[…] …missed. I’m sorry, Murakan.]
“At first you accused him of being a bad guy, but now you apologize? Your moustache, however, has become a god, has no dignity.”
[Anyway, I think. I think the reason Silderay said that is because we need to find out more about the recorders left by Soldert.]
“Mr. Picone, do you have any more keys left by Soldert?”
The pecon shook his head at Jean’s question.
[That was all I had. Instead, they know who has the key to the second tomb. ” Likewise, there will be a guardian in the second tomb, and there will be materials for strengthening the bradamante.]
“Who has it?”
Having the key to the second tomb was simply an unexpected name.
[Clothes god Olmango.]
