The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 247

50. Mayhem (!)

The monk who introduced himself as ‘Iljin’ slowly took off his hat.

Farani was a strong middle-aged man with a shaved head and a rough beard. A monk with exotic features that you can immediately tell that he is from the East.

Utequai watched the monk quietly before opening his mouth.

“Did you find us?”

“exactly.”

jingle.

As the monk moved, the nine-ringed bronze staff, Guhwanjang, made a small noise.

“Amitabha. I never imagined that the journey that started from the mountain temple would continue this far.”

On the other hand, the feet wearing straw sandals made no sound. Although his senses were heightened, he could not even hear the sound of straw brushing the floor.

Utequai tensed her muscles to stand up at any moment, and Heila, who set down the teacup, took out a pair of gloves from her vest pocket. I pressed the Hrunting hanging from my waist and laid it horizontally. If it was necessary, he would draw his sword and cut it.

At the same time, he slightly wet his lips and pretended to be nonchalant in greeting.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen a monk from the East… Do we have any business?”

“of course. Originally, those who come on their own will always have what they want, so Binseung is no exception.”

As he approached the table, our vigilance peaked.

It was strange.

It didn’t show hostility, it didn’t show magical power, and it didn’t show a threatening weapon. He was just a shabby dervish monk with a faint smile on his face.

But he looked extremely dangerous. The threat did not come from the six seals on his forehead or from his wide-shouldered straight posture and calloused fists.

…Yes, this was an instinctive warning.

It means that he could instinctively sense that the monk standing in front of the table was stronger than he could have imagined.

“Can I join you for a moment?”

Looking up at the monk’s gentle and unwavering gaze, I nodded for a moment.

“Amituofo.” He bowed his head, cupped his class president with one hand, and sat across from him. Leaning the nine-ringed stone bowl on the table and placing the worn-out hat on the lap was relaxed and peaceful.

“O uh ” —

the monk looked around the hall as if looking for something.

But aside from us sitting around the central table, the only people left on the first floor of the guild hall were Hicks and Rowen, a young couple who acted as servants.

“…are you looking for something?”

“ah. I am thirsty after coming a long way.”

He looked embarrassed and looked at the teacups on the table.

“The tea smells good, so I was looking for a receptionist.”

“…this is not a restaurant. It is a space that my colleagues and I use as accommodation.”

“Ah, yes. I made a mistake because there is no difference from the inn or bar I have seen so far. I beg your pardon.”

“I don’t think so.” I watched as the monk clicked his tongue in regret, then turned to Heila.

“Will you treat the monk to a cup of tea?”

WO ” Heh.

While the monk nodded in thanks, Heila called Hicks to ask for a teacup and kettle.

Unlike the luxurious porcelain cups placed in front of Heila and me, the monk’s teacup was a rough-looking earthenware vessel.

“I don’t have a good cup. I’m not intentionally treating you like Poo.”

“It’s okay. The important thing is not the cup, but the taste, aroma and color of the tea.”

He waited happily for Heila to prepare the tea, seemingly unconcerned.

In the meantime, I took another look at the monk sitting across from me and was convinced that he was a martial artist. There was no doubt about the name ILJIN and its appearance.

Also, when I saw his outfit and belongings, I could immediately think of the name ‘Ttukbaegi Kwaenida’. This is because it was the most recent hardcore character on my account.

Sensing my stare, the monk put on a puzzled expression.

“Do you have something to say?”

I don’t think it’s something to say on the subject of suddenly appearing and sitting together.

“…you didn’t say anything except your name. Of course there are many things I want to ask.”

“Um, I guess. Because I’ve been chasing you for a long time, I must have felt a kind of one-sided intimacy without even realizing it.” He made an intrusive noise and then smiled.

“…What do you mean you’ve been chasing us for so long?”

“Actually, I am looking for someone. That’s why I came after you.”

“Do you know who we are?”

“of course. Isn’t it the bloody swordsman and his friends? Next to it will be a red bear.”

The monk kept his mouth shut and sent suspicious glances, but the monk continued speaking with a smile on his face.

“You and your comrades have a good reputation, so we were able to get here fairly easily.”

He then uttered something in the Eastern language and smiled, saying, ‘Namu Amitabha’.

At that time, Heila, who wrapped a cotton cloth with an expressionless face and boiled water, served tea. The monk bowed his head and was handed a teacup.

“O uh”

—S3

He held up the teacup and savored the scent with his back and neck straight. Then slowly tilt the glass and drink the tea silently.

“…with herbs and honey. The scent is excellent even without the addition of tea leaves, so you know that the giver is well-versed.”

Heila kept her mouth shut and stared at the monk. The fact that he hardly blinks is still on alert. It’s a good attitude.

Either way, the monk enjoyed the tea leisurely. It was a pretty satisfying sight.

” ah.”

for a while too. He put down the teacup as if he belatedly noticed the gazes gathered on him.

“hmm. Binseung came here at the request of the Marquis of Asen.”

……Who is the Marquis of Asen?

It was Heila, not the monk, who answered my questions.

“The head of the Alphard family. The owner of Mid-Isle and the Crescent Islands.”

Marquis of Alphard. It’s a name I’ve heard before. Was it a family famous for witchcraft?

“Right. I received his request.”

“I knew that your family had a lot of exchanges with the east, but I didn’t know that they would attract Hyeguk’s monks.”

“…Hehe, you must have had a lot of knowledge. Are you the keeper of a noble family?”

Heila blinked slowly instead of answering. This is the expression you see when you are thinking deeply about something.

For a moment, she suddenly raised her hand and called for Rowen.

“Bring me the cloak.”

“Oh, are you cold? Shall we light the fire some more?”

“are you okay. A cloak is fine.”

“When you say cloak, do you mean that black satin cloak?”

“huh. Also check out the office under the stairs. It might be there.”

“Your lady.”

…the office down the stairs?

It’s where Ellen uses it as a laboratory. Had Heila ever been in there?

Regardless of my question, Haila pulled her pocket from her waistband and slipped a few pennies into Rowen’s hand.

“So”

he turned to monk Doro and continued asking questions on behalf of Heila, who was busy.

“Is the Marquis of Asen’s request related to us?”

“…exactly.”

The monk, who had been looking at Heila with a suspicious look, opened his mouth as he looked away.

“It was a request to catch my father’s enemy.”

“Father’s enemy?”

“Did you not know that Marquis Ibayle, the father of the Marquis of Asen, was assassinated earlier this year?”

“Ah, Marquis of Ibayle. I have heard of it.”

I remember now There was a story about Sir Langbolt and Sir Ariard.

I heard that because Marquis Ibayle, who was called the ‘Guardian of the East’, was assassinated, the succession was suddenly made, and because of that, the whole eastern area was confused.

“Binseung is here to catch the assassin.”

At the moment of the assassination, several fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

A bundle raised as an assassin by being taken in by the Eastern organization, the “Martial Arts Association”. He said he ran away while on a mission.

Also, Ellen said that the one who mutated the bundle into a wild boar must have been a powerful witch doctor who could handle the enchantment of the Young Golden Gate.

And Marquis Ibayle was called the best witch doctor in the kingdom during his lifetime.

haha shit

“I heard that the landlord has the assassin with him.”

Of course, I had no intention of giving a nice answer, so I tried to hide my expression and brushed my hair.

“…an assassin. Most of the ones I have are mercenaries, so I’m not sure.”

“Are you going to cheat?”

“What is absurdity? Let’s hear what the assassin is like.”

In order to pretend to be calm, I leaned on the backrest and estimated the opponent’s strength.

“There is nothing else to say. Because she is a rare eastern woman here.”

“Oh is that so? There is no eastern person in our group.”

The level of Kwonbeopga ‘Ttukbaegi’ is 46. Among the hardcore characters remaining on my account, it is probably the second highest level.

“That woman is a ‘phantom person’ raised by the martial arts society. The phantoms of the Martial Arts Association are machines that know nothing but murder.”

The equipment is also pretty good.

The ‘Guhwanjang’ leaning on the table and the ‘Barley Beads’ hanging around the neck are both rare items. In addition, those shabby-looking lyrics and long sandals are a set of ‘Yooji of Dongbangsinseung’ that he robbed from Trickster while he was on Earth.

“So Binseung earnestly advises you that even if you have a bond with that assassin, it would be better to give up.”

“I don’t know what to give up. I don’t know a thing about ghosts or martial arts.”

Utequai Heila and I are level 28 27 30 respectively. Of course, taking into account the points I and Wu Tequai got for free, we’ll be at level 33 and 30, but…

“Don’t even think about doing nonsense, give me this assassin. As a Buddhist, I don’t want to use physical strength.”

…Still, it’s hard to deal with that martial artist. no it’s impossible

“Are you threatening me now?”

When Utequai let out a ferocious laugh, the monk shook his head with a calm expression.

“Amitabha. Binseung is persuading the donors.”

“We answered. Go away now.”

The monk, who was facing Utequai, looked back at Me and Heila with cold eyes.

“Do not water the evil seed. If someday evil fruits bear fruit, you are the ones who have to bear them.”

“Okay, so please leave.”

“I can’t.”

“What if you can’t?”

He turned his gaze towards the stairs.

“I’ll look for it myself.”

“…Whoever wants it?”

He smiled as he straightened his grip on Hrunting’s handle under the table.

“You broke into someone else’s house out of the blue, but we gave you a car. But now you’re going to search the building on your own? Who do you like?”

“Binseung talking to you now is the reward for the tea. I will not forgive you if you continue to interfere with my work.”

“That’s what I’m going to say.”

His thin but deep eyes burned coldly. The force that secretly radiated out of my throat tightened my breath, but I gritted my teeth and glared at the monk.

“Don’t cross the line and get out. Because I have no intention of looking at you.”

Whoops.

A faint wave spread around the monk’s body. One of the new techniques of the Zemu sect, ‘Dae Seon Gong (大禪功)’, was being operated.

“Good.”

The wave became stronger and more ferocious as if it was boosting air power.

“Stubborn resistance is proof of bad karma. Please regret.”

Before the monk had finished speaking, Heyla raised her right hand. The five diamonds engraved on the back of the hand are to-do-deung! They were fired in succession with a loud sound.

“Q”

The ‘star bullet’ was as fast as a bullet. He must have been taken aback, but the monk moved his hands as he sat down, his eyes radiating light. A hazy afterimage remains below the shoulder.

Extremely sensitive senses barely followed the monk’s movements. He smashed two of the bullets with his fist, deflected two with his elbow, and let one fly away with a movement of his wrist. Not a single scratch remained on the monk’s knuckles, even after striking out the bullets that could easily pierce a couple of people.

The movement and hardness that transcended human beings opened their mouths, but there was no room for admiration.

“Huap!”

I quickly pulled out the lying Hrunting and drew it up. The long blade cut through the wooden table in a black rainbow. The point of the sword rushed straight toward the monk’s neck.

Caang!

The monk received the guhwanjang that bounced off the table and blocked the sword attack. As I was about to unleash a series of attacks, Utequai shouted loudly.

“Aww-!”

Instead of the maul leaning in the corner, he swung the ‘war hammer of shock’ hung from his waist. The monk only twisted his shoulder to dodge the hammer, which had strength comparable to that of a giant.

And at that moment, an unexpected raid followed. A black figure fell from the darkness of the ceiling, where no one was paying attention.

“Yes!”

The surprised monk pushed the floor with his feet while sitting on the chair. He seemed to step back and avoid it, but the black figure chased him tenaciously, kicking the air. A solid silver line follows.

“Haishenzi!”

The monk shouted something with a hard face and clenched his fists. Then, just like when he knocked out the star’s bullet, he unfolded the ‘Arhat Fist (羅漢奉)’.

The difference from before was the fact that he only used his right hand to perform martial arts because he was holding a guhwanjang in his left hand. However, he easily deflected the two daggers thrown by the bundle of black figures with only one hand.

It’s metallic! It rang out loudly, but the bundle remained calm. The guy stretched out in the air and slashed his sword. The beautiful curve that started at the tip of the knife continued to the bundle holding it. It was a picturesque stab.

“Suck!”

The monk evaded the blow thrown by Munchhi with one movement. Kicking off the chair and standing up, the ‘Seonmunbo (禪門步)’ was spread out and shot forward about 2 meters.

“KAvilos!”

Utequai, alerted to the monk’s unconventional movements, let out a ferocious shout. Magical powers boiled over from that spirit, and a gray wind flowed through the bulky upper body.

Then, the monk threw his fist at the war hammer, which had concentrated monstrous power and magical power.

Kwak!

Shockwaves exploded in all directions as if a bomb had fallen. Empty tables and chairs were scattered, and clutter lined up on the bar was thrown out. Rowen, who had been hiding behind the bar after carrying out Heila’s secret orders, shouted ‘Kyaaaaaa!’ let out a terrified scream.

“Kah ok”

I gritted my teeth and kicked the floor as Utequai staggered back. Standing still, he struck a lightning-like sword at the monk who was about to strike the second punch.

He narrowed his eyebrows slightly and turned around to beside me as if he was sliding down an icy road. It was a foot method called ‘Botanakryu (普陷落流)’.

“X arm”

I quickly twisted my waist and swung the sword, but the monk bounced it off as if pushing the sword face away with a stone pole. Then he stretched out his right hand and aimed at my wrist.

“Suck!”

I intuitively knew that if I was caught there, my wrists would be squeezed, so I quickly rolled over as if I was lying on my back.

It wasn’t a very clever evasion method as it would expose me to follow-up attacks, but I wasn’t alone.

Quaggagak!

“Billion”

Heila’s bloody blast stopped the monk, and then Ellen finally

appeared.

“Saltare!”

At the clear voice, the dancing spirit flew in and fired ‘Wind Fist’. The monk, who was staggering from the successive sharp attacks, was beaten one after another by invisible fists. Ellen fired the spell she had prepared without stopping.

“Thulam ex pruin-eom!”

The frost awl, which was as long as my arm, shot out like a bullet. The monk twisted his waist while staggering and smashed the frost awl with his elbow.

However, the next attack could not be stopped.

“Lumfere!”

A blazing fireball exploded at the monk who retreated to the entrance of the guild hall.

bang!

The monk who was unable to respond was caught in a fierce explosion.