Chapter 185 – 184. The Man’s Solution (1)

Good. With this, I attached the first button.

I couldn’t help but admire Hector Scherwitz as he drew up the contract.

It’s rare for me to judge people like this.

It’s really strong.

Liz may not know it, but it is clear that he is strong enough that even if he fights with Gawain, there will be no easy difference between victory and defeat.

In the first place, he is the type of person who perseveres and waits for the enemy to tire first, and because of that, even if he fights Liz, it is difficult for her to win. That’s right, they both have similar stamina.

Meanwhile, Hector looks at me, holds up the contract and asks a question.

“…Let me ask you something here first. When you say magical service provision, what do you mean by service?”

Did you say it’s a word that doesn’t exist here? Was it difficult to understand in many ways because it was written directly from the words my adoptive father used?

Hector immediately asked me what he did not understand, and I answered him sincerely. This contract is a trial version, and of course it is the first step to signing a contract in the future to receive better service and compensation.

This is one of the things I’m thinking about starting a business, and the concept of living a wandering life without a place to live, of course, moving around here and there, signing contracts and fighting.

As my adoptive father said, PMC. In other words, it is the first step of a private military enterprise.

Well, since there are no temples to begin with, it will be filled with lambs.

“Ah, magical service refers to the provision of attack-type magic, enchantments, and life magic that can be used for the convenience of life, which can be done with magic. Of course, to put it in this way, they will perform magical tasks. I mean.”

“…Second. Magic engineering. Let’s ask a question about magic engineering in the first place. There are people who say they are magic engineers, but at best, what they say is at the level of making a lamp light without a flame. What can you make? Right?”

“It can save people. When Liz returned to Frisia in her dying state, it was I who extended Liz’s life, and it was I who brought Liz back to life.”

And with those words, I look at my father-in-law and Liz, who are confronting my sister.

My father-in-law was stamping his foot as if he still didn’t trust me, and Liz looked at me, then sighed and sat quietly waiting.

At least the fact that my sister’s mood seemed to have eased because of that was definitely not her fault. In the first place, I didn’t share myself with Liz because I liked my sister.

So, I was putting up with it under the condition that he would love me, and I was thinking about getting rid of it if I didn’t like the object I shared with him even for a little while.

…

Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love my sister for showing such honest jealousy.

“What kind of expression are you making?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Was my expression too shitty just now?”

“It’s so dirty that I want to hit it.”

“It’s because I’m thinking about my girls. If they tease me, they’ll hit me.”

“It’s a shame, I have a wife waiting for me who is just as beautiful as the women behind you.”

“Was he a married man?”

“I wonder if a guy like me doesn’t even have a wife.”

“Fuha, yes- Well, now you’re using your normal way of speaking. Is that your original way of speaking?”

“Would you like to stop worrying and just answer the next question?”

Well, anyway, I will make these technologies widely beneficial and reduce the loss rate of the Frisian resistance, and of course Hector asked about this technology.

“Can people who have lost limbs or bodies fight? Can even dead people be brought back to life?”

“I can’t do that because the scary person behind me will say, ‘This guy!’ And try to beat me up. If I were to do it, that would be better. Instead, ask that winged chicken dove with me.”

I can hear Champi’s voice screaming and calling me from somewhere, but I don’t know what to say.

“You mean the one with the appearance of an angel? Ha, I don’t mind, but the priests here are going to cause quite a stir.”

“A bunch of beggars who won’t even treat you properly because they don’t have enough money or faith? What do you say? Shall I tell you what I saw in Spartal?”

I still remember.

The anger, resentment, and resentment mixed with curses they had.

Disabled people who were injured while fighting for their country are kicked out because they cannot fight, and they are discriminated against and looked down upon because they were born with a disability.

They were willing to accept the price, even if it meant turning them into tentacle monsters so they could stand again.

And what did you do with it?

“It would be so funny to see in person how the wounded who were discriminated against as idiots and had their arms and legs blown off were deserted from the Spartal army, and the cultists put their arms and legs back on and straightened their backs, and then saw for themselves what kind of majesty they showed against the Spartal pants men.”

Naturally, they were all torn apart and killed.

All the Spartal warriors that touched those hands and those tentacles.

Well, of course.

It’s so fucking funny.

The sight of them begging for their lives, crying and begging for the babies they normally looked down on, was absolutely disgusting and ridiculous.

“Is that funny?”

“It’s funny. What’s a Spartal warrior to do when he’s torn to pieces by those he despises?”

“They are also someone’s son and father.”

“I guess so. But, do you know what? Even if you’re just next to him, you’re a sympathizer.”

As the question and answer continues, Hector continues to ask me to explain parts of the contract that he does not understand.

“…Don’t do useless things. This is too comprehensive. What on earth is useless?”

“It’s simple. It means all the damn thoughts that are directed at me. And don’t do anything weird to my women, my family, and… My party members and those I protect.”

“That’s strange.”

“To put it simply, just behave well.”

“…Hah, now you’re telling me to become your slave?”

Is it really that difficult to say to behave well? Of course, I’m telling you not to do stupid things. It is a word that encompasses all things that can be unpleasant. In other words, if I criticize it, I may find fault with it.

But do you know what?

In the first place, I at least have a justification for this.

“I guarantee that more than half of the guys behind you have some kind of shitty feelings for me, right? Even if it’s just your little brother, give me my Liz right now!” He shouted, dragging 10 people and trying to dip me, but they got beat up and ended up on the back of your ass. “If I didn’t kill him while he was hiding and just gave him this, wouldn’t I be merciful enough?”

Really.

What do you mean, there is room for agreement between two parties in a one-on-one assault, but the punishment is strong for those who try to commit a one-to-many group assault or murder. No matter how different the country is, the form of punishment may vary, but the severity does not change.

Of course, that guy seems to be disobeying,

“…It’s sophistry!!!”

“Shut up, Paris. It’s because of you that things got so messed up.”

“Hee, hee!?”

Naturally, I was immediately crushed by my brother’s scolding.

Hector is hiding behind his father’s back and buttocks, and is startled by Hector’s yelling. I wonder how a bastard like that would think of dipping someone. I heard that Mars, the god of war, is the god of war, and that he is the god who gives courage to those who go to war.

Minerva is also said to give wisdom to those who go to war.

So, considering that Liz is inheriting Minerva’s power, developing wisdom through that power, and rapidly developing aptitude for magic, she heard that those who inherit that power have that trait that protrudes outward.

Looking at Paris, I don’t think so.

“No matter how you think about it, this is an unreasonable condition. Do you want me to do whatever you want?”

“Hey, do you know what I like doing at this negotiation table with my brother? I’m here to avoid bringing tears to the eyes of my girl, Liz, but I’m a dick to those bastards who are being rude and acting like shit for no reason. “I gave you a reason, right?”

“…Ha, you really are a bastard.”

I don’t know who I’m insulting.

Is it me or Paris?

Or maybe both.

I can feel my eldest son’s pain.

Finally-

“…When renewing the contract, I will pay 1 gold coin per dispatch. What is this-“

“Looks like I’ll have a lot of time to run wild. Why, is it too cheap?”

“…Are you crazy?”

What a crazy guy.

I am the most rational person here, more than anyone else. 1 gold coin. Of course, it is a truly extraordinary price for a wizard like me to pay for one gold coin once. I don’t know if you know this, but Hector knows it too and is now asking me if I’m crazy.

“No, what is it… I set the price that way because I thought there would be a lot of battles I would have to fight against those pieces of metal, but do you have the money to pay for it?”

“…Did you set your value to just one gold coin?”

Yes.

It’s free.

“You’re saying something so long-winded about offering to help. What are you? Are you hoping for a title in Frisia?”

“Why do you think I want a title? I can create and live in my own country no matter where I go, and I have the bloodline to do so.”

“Are you really human?”

“Non-human blood flows. But does that matter? If not, are you still paying attention to the gods who saw your plight and did nothing to help you?”

I’m curious.

Even after seeing their difficulties, do they really deserve to be the gods of this country?

Is it truly a being worthy of being treated as a god?

I can say without a doubt that these people who listened to their pleas and chewed them all up so that they could kill me alone are not worthy of being treated as gods.

“Just as you said, there are people who died. Those dead men must have been someone’s son or father. Did they call on the gods of that country or not while searching? But, why don’t they help? If you want, call the soul. “Can you come and recreate it for me?”

There is the power of Mortus, and anything is possible with magic.

“Is that important?”

Not important.

Hector seemed quite offended by my words, but at least there was only one thing I wanted to say.

In the first place, those damn gods are ignoring the believers who believe in and follow them in order to punish me, and I really don’t like this.

However, he continues to try to kill me by using his followers, which is driving me crazy. Above all, I want to be considerate of Liz as she is also very attached to this country.

Well, trying to act by making a contract.

The reason is that I am going to help you by setting up my own [Safety device] That I will not kill them arbitrarily.

As long as it doesn’t cross this line.

“I’m fighting to keep tears from coming to my woman’s eyes, and I don’t need you to understand that. Hyung, I’m making a contract because you need my strength, and I’m also planning to help, so I’m making a contract. So, this is such a stupid thing. “Is this something that needs to be seen with one’s own eyes?”

“You didn’t even take me seriously in the first place.”

“You’re going too far. I dealt with you seriously without killing you.”

“How can you not kill someone who uses magic that has the explosive power of a siege weapon?”

“You’re not dead. And you haven’t killed a single person [Yet].”

“…”

“Yeah, [Not yet]. If I don’t sign a contract, I’ll just do whatever I want?”

If you don’t set rules here and now, I’ll do as I please. So, you too, wear these shackles. This is it. And Hector, who understands the meaning of those words, grinds his teeth.

“You son of a bitch. You make so many different threats.”

“Ah, if you ask me, you take good care of your little brother.”

Hector’s gaze towards Paris is very intense.

And Hector nervously signs the contract, and at the same time, I also sign the contract.

This will continue until the sun sets today and midnight, and of course, depending on my subsequent actions, I can decide whether to sign additional contracts or not.

So, why didn’t you use Duke Pantalone?

Simple.

I already have Liz, so what?

The contract is signed.

Then, he stands up and approaches Paris, who is hiding behind Priam and the middle-aged man, and mercilessly grabs Paris by the collar and drags him away. They may also have things they want to talk about,

Likewise, I also turn back and approach Duke Pantalone and Liz.

“…Clarke, what are you doing?”

He’s asking what he’s doing, but of course there’s no anger in his voice.

I just felt sad, so I wasn’t really angry either.

“As you can see, I made a [Contract] Under the pretext of an annoying idiot.”

“…There was no reason for you to fight like this.”

“My father said that if you want to find jewels in the gutter, you have to go into the gutter. Well, I think I found it. At least there is hope for this country.”

I remember thinking what would happen if there was no one else but Liz, but luckily there was one more.

It would be ideal to have just one more, but who would be there?

I would like you to come forward.

“…There was no reason for you to come forward like this.”

“Give up, Dad. Actually, Clark has put up with a lot just by doing this.”

As expected, Liz.

I realized that I was really holding back.

It’s as they say.

To me, putting up with a disgusting bastard just because of one person is like unbearable hardship.

“…But Clark, there was no need for you to get into this muddy water. You know that, right?”

My girl is in muddy water, and I’m like, ahem, watching while shaking. Not only could she never do that, but she was preparing to start a fight somehow, but surprisingly, she took care of it and cleared it up, so legitimacy was secured. How could I miss this?

Even in the other camp, among the gazes that are looking at me, I see gazes that seem to be exploring various things other than being hostile. There are more than just two people who are worried about the country, if only they have the will to stand in solidarity.

What,

I honestly don’t know what happens after that.

I don’t know then.

If I make a modification, it happens at that time, and above all, I have to face another being that comes to me now.

The emperor’s messenger came here.

“Clarke.”

“…Elkidu. Is this a message from Gilgamesh?”

Green hair. Gilgamesh’s close friend wrapped in white cloth. And the Herald of Gilgamesh.

Honestly, I don’t know why she’s here. But what is certain is that she is fully capable of coming here, and that she came here because Gilgamesh has business for me.

And Carol trembles and becomes excited by its presence.

Elkidu doesn’t seem to be interested at all. Was the previous trauma really too strong?

Of course, whether or not Carol did it, or not, the people around her, the Duke of Pantalone who recognized her, and Liz, were extremely wary of her, but Elkidou looked at her father-in-law and Liz, and then quickly put her mind aside and flew away. He looked and said.

Elkidu seemed surprised or not as he looked at the messenger from the Emperor of Uruk who suddenly appeared, but spoke in a drowsy voice as if he had no interest in anything other than telling me his business.

“It’s just a message. It’s advice on your course of action.”

“…First of all, I need to make something clear. Is that really [Advice]?”

“Gilgamesh wants you to mess around. That’s all.”

Hmm.

It’s a mess.

Do you really want that?