Heavenly Inquisition Sword

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King Pneuma.

The Marquis of Truman Solon.

14:00.

Two men sat facing each other in the Marquis’s office.

Coleman Solon, the eldest son of the Marquis Truman Solon, who died a month ago, and Baron Campiti Vice, the treasurer.

“Your Excellency the Little Marquis. It has been confirmed that Baron Howard and his party arrived at Pneuma an hour ago.”

“Did you go to the police station?”

“no. If he had gone to the police station, word would have come that he had been arrested.”

As soon as the mercenaries failed in the Marquis of Solon, Howard Solon was accused of conspiring to murder a minor marquis for title usurpation.

The name is rather long, but I couldn’t find a more suitable expression than that, so I did it.

“If you didn’t return to the marquis family and didn’t go to the police station, where are you and what are you doing?”

“Perhaps he is looking for a great nobleman to help him.”

“Is there a great noble in Pneuma?”

“doesn’t exist. All the nobles of Pneuma support the legitimate successor, the small marquis.”

“What about the other nobles?”

“So are they. Even Baron Ingrid Patissia, who taught Baron Howard magic, is on the side of the Marquis in this matter.”

“Did Baron Patisha himself express his intention?”

“yes.”

“What about the movement of the knight commander?”

“I’m still taking a wait-and-see attitude, but I don’t know when I’ll make contact with Baron Howard.”

At that moment, Marquis Coleman Solon bit his lip.

If the relationship with the Knight Commander, Count Krasson Wigrad, had been good, this affair would not have happened.

Usually, the knight commander favored his younger brother, Howard, and distanced himself from him.

After the sudden death of his father, the Marquis Truman Solon, it was difficult to see his face at all.

As long as the Knights are the best military organization in the Marquis family, even if you try not to care, you can’t help it.

It was all the more so because there were no knights of the marquess family who did not pass through his hands.

Perhaps the biggest stumbling block in the process of succession to the title was not his younger brother Howard, but the knight commander.

No wonder rumors circulate that ‘the person who raises his hand is the final winner’.

At that time, the person who actively approached and volunteered to become hands and feet was the treasurer, Baron Campiti Vice.

“Put more people around the knight commander. And find out what Howard and the others are doing.”

“Yes, but the Galm Mercenary Corps continues to receive inquiries.”

The Little Marquis Coleman Solon frowned.

The Galm Mercenary Corps was a mercenary group that was commissioned to kill Baron Howard.

After the request failed, it was quiet for a while, and now, why are you asking?

“inquiry?”

“Yes, I am asking if I should continue to pursue the commissioned work.”

“Howard is in Pneuma, and that sounds absurd. To hear what the great nobles say.”

“Then shall we accept the request?”

“Let it be. If I do something stupid and the succession process gets messed up, I’m the only one who loses. Take back the magic gun you lent me neatly.”

“Yes, I understand. Well, by the way…”

Campity Vice paused and looked at the little Marquis Coleman Solon.

“What’s wrong?”

“It looks like one of the shooters was captured and a magic gun was taken away.”

“what? Lost the magic gun? What bullshit is that! Don’t you know that you can’t buy a magic gun with money! Besides, what about the serial number engraved on that magic gun! Are you trying to advertise that it’s something I ordered!”

“You can cover the serial number by giving money to the Mage Tower. It will be treated as a lost item in the Mage Tower.”

“Use your hand before Howard finds out.”

“Yes, I will finance what you said. And…”

“And what else?”

The Marquis Coleman Solon asked nervously.

Then, the treasurer of Campity Vice answered with his eyes down.

“If you cancel the request, you will have to pay a penalty.”

“What are you talking about? The mercenary corps has failed, so why am I asking for a penalty?”

“I failed the first time, but they said they would keep going. If the client unilaterally withdraws the request, he or she has to pay a penalty.”

“Damn it! What kind of evil moneylender are you talking about? I don’t think they failed, so why ask me for a penalty? How much is the penalty?”

“It’s usually three times the down payment. You agreed to pay a deposit of 1,000 gold and 2,000 gold upon completion of the mission. So, you have to pay 3,000 gold as a penalty.”

“You are crazy. Is the cancellation fee more than the money you receive when the request is successful?”

“Yes, they do it to make it difficult to break the contract.”

“I’m crazy. The request failed, but will you make money? They are total scammers.”

“Aren’t mercenaries originally like that?”

“ha!”

A shotgun ceremony flowed from the mouth of the Marquis Coleman Solon.

right.

There is a paper difference between a mercenary and a criminal.

It was a mercenary to turn into a robber tomorrow even though he was on guard today.

“What are your thoughts? What would you like me to do?”

“As you said, assassination attempts in the capital are too dangerous. It may be an obstacle to the succession of the title.”

“You mean to pay the penalty. Treat it like that.”

“All right. I will pay the penalty to the mercenaries. Will financial executions be recorded as financial records? Or should we do it informally?”

“Are there any idiots who record such things? Of course it’s informal. Don’t leave a word about the contract with the mercenaries.”

“I will do as you command.”

Campity Vice Treasurer bowed deeply.

Head down, he had to bite his tongue to hold back the laughter that leaked out.

Are you stupid?

I don’t know who is calling whom an idiot.

‘Little Marquis, a person who can’t sweep money in this situation is a fool.’

I think I know why the knight commander, Count Krasson Wigrad, hates the eldest son so much.

***

Elio and his party arrived at Pneuma, the royal capital of the Principality of Topla, but did not immediately descend to the Southern Kingdom.

It was because the stagecoach association had drastically reduced the number of stagecoaches going to the Southern Kingdom.

It is an old saying that the stagecoach association’s inspection and search is easy.

The Stagecoach Association also did not escape the aftermath of the war.

The Empire and the Southern Kingdoms did not want their supplies exported to the enemy.

Previously, in the case of wagons, inspections that were loose were rather strengthened.

Not to mention the investigation of the passengers.

Only mercenaries and adventurers were free to travel between the Empire and the southern kingdoms.

In the case of mercenaries, both the Empire and the Southern Kingdom needed them, so there was a reason why the Southern Kingdom accepted the adventurers who started the war.

Coincidentally, it was because of the war with the Empire.

In Abyss, dozens of casualties occurred every day.

It was unreasonable for the Southern Kingdom adventurers to do such exploration and excavation of the Abyss.

You can’t even send soldiers in.

What kind of abyss do you mean when there are not enough troops to put into the front line?

In the end, the southern kingdoms managed and supervised the empire’s adventurers by implementing the ‘Adventurer Permit System’.

Even if entry and exit were free due to the needs of the Empire and the Southern Kingdom, stagecoach transport only for adventurers and mercenaries could not run smoothly.

Elio and his party had no choice but to wait for the passengers to gather at Pneuma.

Center of Pneuma.

Pete’s tavern.

While having dinner, Elio glanced at Baron Solon and his party and muttered to himself.

“Why do you think those people are following us?”

Fabian said with a nonchalant face.

“The Stagecoach Transport Society says we need to fill the quota. Those people will also be waiting for people to fill up. I think we will continue to see all the way to the southern kingdoms.”

“A wagon came out. How many do you want to fill?”

“Whether it’s one or two, the number of guards is the same, so we’ll try to send as many wagons as possible.”

“Is there a number like that in this city?”

“If you don’t want to wait, we have a chartered carriage.”

“When you have to wait, you have to know how to wait. I couldn’t see it going well because I rushed blindly.”

“Are you going to change your mind soon?”

“so? Got a problem?”

As Elio shot, Fabian hurriedly lowered his tail.

“doesn’t exist.”

As Baron Howard Solon and his party were finishing their meal, the tavern door was opened and a person came in.

The woman, wearing a robe and wearing a hat, looked around and then approached the seat of Baron Howard Solon and his party.

Baron Howard Solon, who met his eyes just in time, jumped up from his seat.

“Miss Patissia. long time no see.”

Baron Mage Ingrid Patissia of the 4th Circle wearing a robe smiled and nodded.

“Howard, should I say Baron Solon now? You acted like you would never come back to the capital, so what happened?”

Baron Howard Solon introduced the party before offering an empty seat.

“I will start with an introduction. You’ve seen Lord Tynlock before, so you’ll know this, and this is Crea, the adventurer I’m traveling with. This Crea is the Mage Ingrid Patissia I mentioned.”

Crea, who had been following Baron Solon, bowed her head respectfully.

“My name is Crea.”

“Yes, you are a very pretty adventurer. It must be very popular with adventurers.”

Mage Ingrid Patissia in her 50s looked at the young adventurer with happy eyes.

“Not quite like that.”

Crea waved her hand with a puzzled face.

I’ve heard that wizards don’t know how to joke, but it doesn’t seem like that.

Before long, Ingrid Patissia’s eyes turned to Tynelock.

Tynelock sat there as if it were someone else’s business and did not move.

For a moment, Ingrid Patissia’s eyes lit up.

Baron Solon even got up, but the escort knight was still sitting?

It is a sight that is hard to see without the relationship between the two changing from before.

Then Baron Howard Solon pointed to an empty seat next to Tinelock.

“Please sit down for a moment.”

“Is that so?”

Baron Ingrid Patissia, who casually sat next to Tynelock, was the first to get lucky.

“We don’t have much time, so let’s get straight to the point. Baron Solon I am of no use to you. The wizard of the Marquis of Solon is an acquaintance of my master. In terms of skills and personal connections, I’m far short of his level. Do you know what that means?”

“I know. I’m not even thinking about going back to the marquis family.”

“Good idea. The shedding of blood between brothers is the same as losing even if they win. If it’s your talent, you’ll be able to become a great nobleman with your own strength.”

“It’s an overstatement.”

“Then why did you call me?”

Conscious of the group of adventurers far away, Howard Solon lowered his voice.

“There is a barbarian who defeated Lord Tynlock with martial arts and swordsmanship.”

“however?”

Baron Ingrid Patissia looked at Baron Howard Solon with a grave face.

I know that Tynelock’s swordsmanship is excellent, but his position – in terms of people – was not even knee-high.

I don’t know what kind of big deal it is that he lost.

“He’s a young man my age from a savage.”

“So Lord Tynelock lost to a 20-year-old aura practitioner, not a mana user?”

“Yeah, I think something other than the spiritual energy didn’t work. As you know, my magic is now this circle… I don’t know what’s in it.”

“Are you asking me to judge with the eyes of the truth?”

Baron Howard Solon nodded with a meaningful look.

Then, Baron Ingrid Patissia smiled and said.

“If it’s like that, I’ll help you no matter what. Where is that person right now?”

Instead of answering, Baron Howard Solon quietly raised his hand and pointed.

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