Usually, after aiming a weapon, if you ask someone who they are, then you will wait for an answer.
Pew-!
However, the man seemed to be shooting a loaded heavy artillery at once, as if he was the kind of person who denied such a stereotyped form of intimidation.
Even, what he was aiming at was not only Jin and Siris, but the hut of memories that had existed in this remote area for over 30 years, where he had just cooked and ate.
Jin was more shocked by this fact than that he had been attacked by heavy artillery, and that the heavy artillery had power far beyond his expectations.
Tsurureut!
Syris reacted first before Jin and stepped forward and slashed the bullet. A wall of ice extending from grasp covers the front of the cabin and blocks the bullets.
Syris clenched her teeth as she watched the powerful explosion beating on the transparent ice wall. Her eyes quickly became wet with dark murderous intent.
“You trash man.”
“Um, Lady Syris? You can't kill him. I think he is Qwaul Ganesto. At least he has something to do with it. I have never heard of a portable heavy artillery of this level.”
Bang, bang! bang! Even while Jin was talking, the heavy artillery continued to fire. Many shots were being fired and in just a few seconds the whole view was covered by black smoke.
“Then let me cut off his two arms.”
“To cripple, to kill, to pardon that’s more sound like Elder Sister Yona than Lady Syris. Let’s subdue him first and decide.”
Jin threw himself out off the ice wall. And as soon as he raised a sword wind and cleared the nearby smoke, Jin had to face an unexpected scenery.
'Have these weapons already been installed?'
Unidentified blue rods protruded from the trees that were strangely bent, and between them were objects that looked like muzzles and cannon barrels.
The land full of weeds had become a flat metal floor before he knew it. The shape of the complicated lines on the floor gave him an intuition that it could be transformed into a trap, like the defensive equipment of a fortress.
All of this has changed in less than 10 seconds.
'It's as amazing as when I first met Lady Amela.'
At the time, Amela's murky aura of chaos was amplified, but the changes caused by man were purely the product of magic engineering.
As expected, the trap was triggered as soon as Jin stepped onto the metal floor. The line opened, and sharp hooks protruded from it, amd grabbed his ankle.
Of course, it cannot be denied that it is great engineering. Probably a ordinary martial artist, no. Even a 7-star or higher martial artist would not have been able to withstand a few of the man’s traps.
But the opponents were Jin and Syris.
The hooks broke without even opening shadow force armor. It wasn't to the extent that Jin couldn't avoid it, but he deliberately opened the armor to see the power.
'It's not bad to feel that my ankles are getting heavy. If I install it in Tikan, it will be quite effective.'
It was a heavy level only for Jin who opened his shadow force armor, and it has a cutting power that could cut off the ankles of well-trained knight like millet.
Then, a single cannon hit Jin's back. Likewise, Jin was satisfied with the tingling sensation on his back, and did not avoid the shining net that hit him next.
‘The net is so tough that it's hard to cut even with an 8-star level blow…… This would be useful too.'
Grasp! Jin smiled as he tore the net with his hands.
In other words, Jin has already made the decision to recruit this man.
Whether he's Qwaul or not, what his personality is, what his intentions are. There was no need to worry about those things because he had the ability. It is unacceptable for such a person to belong to the enemy. Especially in times like these days.
If the man is human trash, he will force him to work, if he is a man with whom he can communicate, he will be generous, and if he is loyal to Zipfel, he will break his heart.
‘He is a person who should never be in Zipfel.’
And all of a sudden, if this man could mass-produce these things without difficulty. If so, wouldn't the era of knights have come to an end? Such a thought flashed through Jin's mind for a moment.
In the next moment, Jin felt that bittersweet feeling even stronger.
‘The concentration of the aura…… Something is getting in the way...…!’
It wasn't serious.
Originally, a hundred aura are gathered even if you use your energy as naturally as you breathe, but now about ninety-five were condensing.
However, this was only when it was based on the general standard of martial artist. Because Jin's aura affinity far exceeds the general standard.
Even this would be fatal to an ordinary martial artist, and if we assume that Jin is also dealing with a person equivalent to a superhuman, it was a sufficiently dangerous phenomenon.
As if Syris felt the same sensation, her expression hardened. There is no way that there will be problem in subduing this level of man, but as a martial artist, it was inevitable that she would be shocked.
Jin quickly rolled his eyes in search of the factor presumed to be the cause.
The rods that came out between the trees, that was the cause. A strange aura spreading from the rod was obstructing the flow of the aura.
It was only the aura that the bar affected. The mana and shadow force that Jin tested, were not hindered by their flow.
Instantly, goose bumps ran down his back.
If the man is Qwaul Ganesto, then the reason he was making that stick artifact would be to make it easier for Zipfel to deal with Runcandel. Like the blueprints for the production ship and the teleportation device.
Verification of the this man being a magic engineering of artifacts is over.
Jin exploded his aura at once and deflected the traps and bullets that were trying to trap him.
As he rushed forward, the ground he was standing on exploded and send debris flying. The trap didn't explode but it exploded by Jin's leg strength.
Sigmund's blue thunderbolt bounced ferociously against the man's artifacts. Most of the artifacts became inoperable or destroyed in an instant, but the rod held up firmly, as if it were an object on another level among his works.
Jin had no intention of breaking the stick anyway. It was foolish to blemish something so precious.
“Tingen Bauer.”
Tingen felt Jin's voice echo behind him until he blinked.
As a matter of course, he is a person with the ability to fortify the entire space in an instant, so the man was also wearing a lot of defensive artifacts to protect himself.
But Jin’s figure was visible from the front, his voice was heard from behind, and even before the words were finished, the thrusting sword pierced the man's left side.
Moreover, as soon as the shield on the left side was broken, the same thing happened on the right side.
The lighting that spread like light was knocking on all sides of him before he knew it.
“Who are you! How did you know me and came here?”
As soon as the man admitted to being Tingen, Jin smiled again inwardly.
The anxious feeling that bloomed when things worked too well had disappeared at once. Jin was lucky enough to ask for the jackpot among the jackpots, and he just thought that he should never miss it.
“Some kind of head hunter?”
When the shield exploded all at once, Tingen's body bounced.
Usually, such a shock will give damage to the human inside the protective shield.
'You told me not to kill him, but you are treating him more violently...… Wait, he has completely removed only the shield?'
However, Jin's attacks surprisingly completely destroyed only the shield, and it was only because of the wind spell that Tingen's body floated and avoided damage. Jin gently supported Tingen before he hit the hard metal floor.
Syris watched it and stuck her tongue inside, because she felt the gap once more.
‘Jin Runcandel is far away every time we meet…….’
Syris didn't even feel resentful that Jin's enlightenment were so much faster than her own.
She truly cared for Jin, and most of all because she knew what path he had taken to gain this power. It's kind of disappointing, though.
“You shouldn’t hurt your precious body. Tingen Bauer. No, Qwaul Ganesto.”
This time, goose bumps appeared on the back of Tingen's neck.
At least as far as Tingen knew, there was not a single person in the world who knew that name other than himself. Even the patriarch of Zipfel didn’t know, whom he worked until recently.
"Just now…… what did you say?"
“Qwaul Ganesto, a descendant of Lokia Ganesto, one of the ten great knights of the old Runcandel. Judging by the reaction, I'm pretty sure it's you.”
Pee-!
A flash of light flashed from Qwaul's grip. It was an artifact similar to Chenmi's flash cannon that obscured the opponent's vision.
Jin raised a handful of shadow force and swallowed the light of the artifact entirely. It's already been a long time since he has passed the level where such catch-up works.
“I am Jin Runcandel, current Runcandel’s 12th flagbearer and old Runcandel’s legitimate heir.”
“What kind of bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“So I want to ask you. Why is the descendant of the ten great knights working for Zipfel?”
There was no fear on Tingen's face even in the face of overwhelming force that rendered his artifact useless.
He was only surprised that Jin knew his real name.
“I don’t think I need to answer.”
“Even after a thousand years, the ten great knights are ten great knights, and so will their descendants. It means that you have already committed treason just because you were working for Zipfel.”
Jin honestly didn't think so.
To be honest, if the clan that they originally dedicated themselves did not protect them or remember them at a time when it was a thousand years ago, there would be no choice but to betray for survival.
“Hey, do you think that makes sense? Even passing dogs and mountains and rivers will laugh when they hear it.”
“Without even mentioning what happened a thousand years ago, you have contributed countless times to Zipfel. That alone is enough reason to die by Runcandel's sword. Like you said, I'm a headhunter. Whether that means for recruiting or cutting your head real depends on your choice.”
“Heng, then I refuse. Kill me, if you are confident."
“You give up too easily.”
“You must have felt it when you just attacked me. How many skills do you need to figure out in me? How greedy am I? You can never kill me. Didn’t you say something just a moment ago, saying that your precious body shouldn’t get hurt?”
"That’s right. So I'm thinking about how we can work together a little better. Isn't forced labor always painful? Judging by the way you live, it seems that there is something wrong between you and Zipfel. It reminds me of the adage that good is good.”
"Do you want to talk to me?"
Jin nodded.
“Unlike you, who fired mana cannons at random.”
"Let me burn some cigarettes and we'll talk again."
"However much."
After smoking five cigarettes in a row, Tingen said:
“If you answer a few questions and meet the conditions I offer, I will consider leaving this cabin.”
Usually, after aiming a weapon, if you ask someone who they are, then you will wait for an answer.
Pew-!
However, the man seemed to be shooting a loaded heavy artillery at once, as if he was the kind of person who denied such a stereotyped form of intimidation.
Even, what he was aiming at was not only Jin and Siris, but the hut of memories that had existed in this remote area for over 30 years, where he had just cooked and ate.
Jin was more shocked by this fact than that he had been attacked by heavy artillery, and that the heavy artillery had power far beyond his expectations.
Tsurureut!
Syris reacted first before Jin and stepped forward and slashed the bullet. A wall of ice extending from grasp covers the front of the cabin and blocks the bullets.
Syris clenched her teeth as she watched the powerful explosion beating on the transparent ice wall. Her eyes quickly became wet with dark murderous intent.
“You trash man.”
“Um, Lady Syris? You can't kill him. I think he is Qwaul Ganesto. At least he has something to do with it. I have never heard of a portable heavy artillery of this level.”
Bang, bang! bang! Even while Jin was talking, the heavy artillery continued to fire. Many shots were being fired and in just a few seconds the whole view was covered by black smoke.
“Then let me cut off his two arms.”
“To cripple, to kill, to pardon that’s more sound like Elder Sister Yona than Lady Syris. Let’s subdue him first and decide.”
Jin threw himself out off the ice wall. And as soon as he raised a sword wind and cleared the nearby smoke, Jin had to face an unexpected scenery.
'Have these weapons already been installed?'
Unidentified blue rods protruded from the trees that were strangely bent, and between them were objects that looked like muzzles and cannon barrels.
The land full of weeds had become a flat metal floor before he knew it. The shape of the complicated lines on the floor gave him an intuition that it could be transformed into a trap, like the defensive equipment of a fortress.
All of this has changed in less than 10 seconds.
'It's as amazing as when I first met Lady Amela.'
At the time, Amela's murky aura of chaos was amplified, but the changes caused by man were purely the product of magic engineering.
As expected, the trap was triggered as soon as Jin stepped onto the metal floor. The line opened, and sharp hooks protruded from it, amd grabbed his ankle.
Of course, it cannot be denied that it is great engineering. Probably a ordinary martial artist, no. Even a 7-star or higher martial artist would not have been able to withstand a few of the man’s traps.
But the opponents were Jin and Syris.
The hooks broke without even opening shadow force armor. It wasn't to the extent that Jin couldn't avoid it, but he deliberately opened the armor to see the power.
'It's not bad to feel that my ankles are getting heavy. If I install it in Tikan, it will be quite effective.'
It was a heavy level only for Jin who opened his shadow force armor, and it has a cutting power that could cut off the ankles of well-trained knight like millet.
Then, a single cannon hit Jin's back. Likewise, Jin was satisfied with the tingling sensation on his back, and did not avoid the shining net that hit him next.
‘The net is so tough that it's hard to cut even with an 8-star level blow…… This would be useful too.'
Grasp! Jin smiled as he tore the net with his hands.
In other words, Jin has already made the decision to recruit this man.
Whether he's Qwaul or not, what his personality is, what his intentions are. There was no need to worry about those things because he had the ability. It is unacceptable for such a person to belong to the enemy. Especially in times like these days.
If the man is human trash, he will force him to work, if he is a man with whom he can communicate, he will be generous, and if he is loyal to Zipfel, he will break his heart.
‘He is a person who should never be in Zipfel.’
And all of a sudden, if this man could mass-produce these things without difficulty. If so, wouldn't the era of knights have come to an end? Such a thought flashed through Jin's mind for a moment.
In the next moment, Jin felt that bittersweet feeling even stronger.
‘The concentration of the aura…… Something is getting in the way...…!’
It wasn't serious.
Originally, a hundred aura are gathered even if you use your energy as naturally as you breathe, but now about ninety-five were condensing.
However, this was only when it was based on the general standard of martial artist. Because Jin's aura affinity far exceeds the general standard.
Even this would be fatal to an ordinary martial artist, and if we assume that Jin is also dealing with a person equivalent to a superhuman, it was a sufficiently dangerous phenomenon.
As if Syris felt the same sensation, her expression hardened. There is no way that there will be problem in subduing this level of man, but as a martial artist, it was inevitable that she would be shocked.
Jin quickly rolled his eyes in search of the factor presumed to be the cause.
The rods that came out between the trees, that was the cause. A strange aura spreading from the rod was obstructing the flow of the aura.
It was only the aura that the bar affected. The mana and shadow force that Jin tested, were not hindered by their flow.
Instantly, goose bumps ran down his back.
If the man is Qwaul Ganesto, then the reason he was making that stick artifact would be to make it easier for Zipfel to deal with Runcandel. Like the blueprints for the production ship and the teleportation device.
Verification of the this man being a magic engineering of artifacts is over.
Jin exploded his aura at once and deflected the traps and bullets that were trying to trap him.
As he rushed forward, the ground he was standing on exploded and send debris flying. The trap didn't explode but it exploded by Jin's leg strength.
Sigmund's blue thunderbolt bounced ferociously against the man's artifacts. Most of the artifacts became inoperable or destroyed in an instant, but the rod held up firmly, as if it were an object on another level among his works.
Jin had no intention of breaking the stick anyway. It was foolish to blemish something so precious.
“Tingen Bauer.”
Tingen felt Jin's voice echo behind him until he blinked.
As a matter of course, he is a person with the ability to fortify the entire space in an instant, so the man was also wearing a lot of defensive artifacts to protect himself.
But Jin’s figure was visible from the front, his voice was heard from behind, and even before the words were finished, the thrusting sword pierced the man's left side.
Moreover, as soon as the shield on the left side was broken, the same thing happened on the right side.
The lighting that spread like light was knocking on all sides of him before he knew it.
“Who are you! How did you know me and came here?”
As soon as the man admitted to being Tingen, Jin smiled again inwardly.
The anxious feeling that bloomed when things worked too well had disappeared at once. Jin was lucky enough to ask for the jackpot among the jackpots, and he just thought that he should never miss it.
“Some kind of head hunter?”
When the shield exploded all at once, Tingen's body bounced.
Usually, such a shock will give damage to the human inside the protective shield.
'You told me not to kill him, but you are treating him more violently...… Wait, he has completely removed only the shield?'
However, Jin's attacks surprisingly completely destroyed only the shield, and it was only because of the wind spell that Tingen's body floated and avoided damage. Jin gently supported Tingen before he hit the hard metal floor.
Syris watched it and stuck her tongue inside, because she felt the gap once more.
‘Jin Runcandel is far away every time we meet…….’
Syris didn't even feel resentful that Jin's enlightenment were so much faster than her own.
She truly cared for Jin, and most of all because she knew what path he had taken to gain this power. It's kind of disappointing, though.
“You shouldn’t hurt your precious body. Tingen Bauer. No, Qwaul Ganesto.”
This time, goose bumps appeared on the back of Tingen's neck.
At least as far as Tingen knew, there was not a single person in the world who knew that name other than himself. Even the patriarch of Zipfel didn’t know, whom he worked until recently.
"Just now…… what did you say?"
“Qwaul Ganesto, a descendant of Lokia Ganesto, one of the ten great knights of the old Runcandel. Judging by the reaction, I'm pretty sure it's you.”
Pee-!
A flash of light flashed from Qwaul's grip. It was an artifact similar to Chenmi's flash cannon that obscured the opponent's vision.
Jin raised a handful of shadow force and swallowed the light of the artifact entirely. It's already been a long time since he has passed the level where such catch-up works.
“I am Jin Runcandel, current Runcandel’s 12th flagbearer and old Runcandel’s legitimate heir.”
“What kind of bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“So I want to ask you. Why is the descendant of the ten great knights working for Zipfel?”
There was no fear on Tingen's face even in the face of overwhelming force that rendered his artifact useless.
He was only surprised that Jin knew his real name.
“I don’t think I need to answer.”
“Even after a thousand years, the ten great knights are ten great knights, and so will their descendants. It means that you have already committed treason just because you were working for Zipfel.”
Jin honestly didn't think so.
To be honest, if the clan that they originally dedicated themselves did not protect them or remember them at a time when it was a thousand years ago, there would be no choice but to betray for survival.
“Hey, do you think that makes sense? Even passing dogs and mountains and rivers will laugh when they hear it.”
“Without even mentioning what happened a thousand years ago, you have contributed countless times to Zipfel. That alone is enough reason to die by Runcandel's sword. Like you said, I'm a headhunter. Whether that means for recruiting or cutting your head real depends on your choice.”
“Heng, then I refuse. Kill me, if you are confident."
“You give up too easily.”
“You must have felt it when you just attacked me. How many skills do you need to figure out in me? How greedy am I? You can never kill me. Didn’t you say something just a moment ago, saying that your precious body shouldn’t get hurt?”
"That’s right. So I'm thinking about how we can work together a little better. Isn't forced labor always painful? Judging by the way you live, it seems that there is something wrong between you and Zipfel. It reminds me of the adage that good is good.”
"Do you want to talk to me?"
Jin nodded.
“Unlike you, who fired mana cannons at random.”
"Let me burn some cigarettes and we'll talk again."
"However much."
After smoking five cigarettes in a row, Tingen said:
“If you answer a few questions and meet the conditions I offer, I will consider leaving this cabin.”
