YM778.TV Chapter 95
There was nothing left to do in Kaltan.
There was no reason to stay in such a dangerous place.
Before they went back, they also looted their opponents’ items.
The three dead Aliens had quite powerful Magic Tools.
The two Dragons also took off their clothes before transforming and then ran away, leaving their items intact.
They were quite expensive, so they had to take them as well.
However, upon attempting to collect them, they finally discovered the state the items were in.
Effir sighed.
“Oh, Han-bin broke everything…”
The weapons and armor used by the Aliens were no longer intact.
The items were also hit by Ryu Han-bin’s cross-impact, causing them to break.
Still, the small auxiliary ornaments were delicate.
The problem was that all of those magic items were above the level limit of 90.
Artis and Effir shook their heads, packing jewelry into their space compression pouch.
“I was delighted when I reached level 70 since I could finally use the regenerative items…”
“How much more do I need to level up to use this…”
Ryu Han-bin looked at Artis.
No matter how strong he was, he wouldn’t be able to deal with a country alone.
“Baotolt was perfect in every way in terms of force, fame, and influence.”
Kibie muttered as she took a piece of steak into her mouth using a fork.
“But now that he’s gone, we need to find a new helper.”
Han-bin and his party had escaped from the Grand Maze and were currently staying at an inn in Serkaltan.
They were taking a rest and eating the first decent meal they’ve had in such a long time.
They didn’t fear that the conversation would leak out because the table had been secretly set up with a soundproof spell.
Kibie continued.
“The strongest’ human’ among all the people know is you, Han-bin.”
pared to the Sword King Baotolt, Ryu Han-bin lacked in many respects.
He could never face the Top Three.
“Fortunately, I have a plan to make you stronger.”
Kibie pointed to Han-bin’s back.
His black weapon and the Sword King’s greatsword were behind him.
“Because you have Gigant.”
Gigant was the weapon that the Sword King Baotolt had been using all his life.
And the incarnation of Darkness had the Shadow-Reading skill, which was the ability to read others’ thoughts.
In other words, she could transfer the swordsmanship of the Sword King, Aura skills, and other skills to someone else!
“Of course, the rate at which you learn it depends on your talent and effort.”
Effir nodded in agreement.
“I’m sure no one but Han-bin can dare learn about it. It’s the Sword King’s complete swordsmanship, isn’t it?”
The Sword King’s swordsmanship was the origin of the Valtara race’s swordsmanship, and the physical ability required was incredibly high.
Commoners wouldn’t be able to master it with effort alone.
But it was possible for Ryu Han-bin.
That was why she asked Han-bin to be her assistant. He had the potential to master Baotolt’s sword and swordsmanship.
It was the real meaning of her earlier declaration for Han-bin to become the Sword King.
“Then talk to me properly.”
After sipping on his soup, Ryu Han-bin clicked his tongue.
“I thought you were asking me to pretend to be a fake Sword King.”
“After I said it, I thought there was something wrong with your reaction.”
With a bitter smile, Kibie drooped her shoulders.
“Well, if Baotolt were safe, I wouldn’t have had to go this far.”
She resented Gabe.
If Gabe had been a little stronger, wouldn’t Baotolt still be alive?
Artis’s face hardened.
“There’s something on my mind.”
“Huh?”
“What?”
Kibie and Ryu Han-bin looked back at Artis with curious eyes.
“Something’s weird with Spiritist Gabe.”
It was when he heard about the death of the Sword King.
Artis felt awkward sharing it out loud.
At that time, he didn’t know what was weird, so he just forgot it. But as time went by, it became clearer.
“He said he couldn’t heal using spiritual arts because of the amount of residual energy left in the Sword King’s wound, right?”
It could happen.
According to Latna’s common knowledge, the residual energy in the wound weakened healing.
“But he was the Sword King. He can kill the demon alone.”
Even if Kruse Murg’s energy remained in the Sword King’s wound, most of the power would have been offset by his Aura.
“And a level 99 Spiritist couldn’t do anything?”
No matter how he calculated it, there couldn’t have been such powerful energy left in Baotolt’s wound.
Even if it was too much to heal Baotolt fully…
“Isn’t it suspicious that Baotolt didn’t get first aid at the very least?”
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The scene was located at the royal palace of Allendia, the fairy kingdom.
Looking at the duo in front of him, Hollien smiled bitterly.
“So, that’s what happened?”
Saltus answered in a firm voice.
“Yes, they didn’t seem to know the demon’s death or the death of the Sword King.”
Almara bowed her head and begged for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Hollien. I never dreamed that the Goddess of Darkness would have such an ability…”
“Okay. You may leave.”
After letting the two Dragons out, Hollien smiled dejectedly.
‘Oh, my God, I was wondering why they were heading to the Grand Maze…’
She thought they had a plan.
But she didn’t expect that they didn’t know about the death of the Sword King.
If Baotolt was alive, the Top Three could’ve easily predicted the Goddess’s plan.
In that situation, it was apparent what the Goddess would do.
‘We didn’t have to release Akhtarun’s Aliens. I just had to wait for her in Serkaltan and catch her. Damn.’
However, the Top Three had already known that Baotolt was dead and inadvertently thought that even the Goddess would’ve known.
So she never thought Kibie would head to the Grand Maze.
‘I’ve just blown up a golden chance.’
Hollien abandoned her lingering affection.
Most things in the world didn’t just work out as planned anyway.
And they still had a chance.
She looked at the small glass bottle in her hand.
It was the ‘blood of the Darkness incarnation’ extracted by Saltus.
If a powerful Spiritist used it as a catalyst, they’d be able to trace Kibie wherever they went.
And she was the best Spiritist in Latna.
She had many useful beings under her command.
After a while, a Spiritist visited Hollien.
“Did you call me?”
“Yes, Gabe.”
She handed a glass bottle to the middle-aged man named Gabe.
“I’ll leave this to you.”
The man’s eyes shone as he politely accepted it.
“It’s an honor, Ms. Hollien.”