A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

254 – Golden Slave (1)

Blood flows through the human body, and at most, the amount of this blood is less than 1/10 of the entire body.

Based on an adult male, if all the blood was extracted from the body, the volume would be approximately 6L.

But if the blood were said to be gold, how would people react?

They will probably try to kill the person in a way that causes as little bleeding as possible.

They will come up with some method, such as stunning them or strangling them so that the blood does not decompose, and then they will spread out a cloth to catch the blood flowing down and drain the blood from the body.

If blood were gold.

“I’m embarrassed. I’m an undead with gold flowing through my body.”

Naria tapped the pieces of undead with magic bullets embedded in various parts of her body on the end of Magic Bullet No. 2-No. 1 was the one I carried around to practice bayonets when I was 13 years old.

“Are you sure this isn’t happening, Lord Grey?”

“Even if it is resurrected, it won’t be able to move because every major part of its joints has been shattered.”

Traces of undead lined up in a secret passage.

What’s unique is that, unlike regular undead, ‘gold’ flows inside the body.

“Lord Grey. This is what splattered on the wall here. It was supposed to splatter like blood, right?”

“It’s blood.”

Blood was sprinkled everywhere in the secret passage.

Even skinny undead seem to have shed the fluid just like regular people when hit by something that was flowing inside their bodies.

‘There are traces of gold splattering from the body every time a magic bullet hits it.’

Every time Naria fired a magic bullet, her blood splattered.

I saw it in the dark, but I deliberately didn’t say anything.

The sight of golden liquid splattering every time a person is hit by a musket is so impressive that I thought it would remain in Naria’s memory of her and always remind her of it.

“I see. Blood is gold.”

“It just looks suspiciously similar to gold.”

“It’s gold.”

“Actually, you are under an illusion spell that makes the rotten blood on the corpse look like gold, Queen.”

“It’s nonsense that won’t even work. If you get greedy with something like this, Astasia will hate it.”

“Ha.”

It’s absurd.

“I guess she thinks she’s at a disadvantage and that if she brings up Astasia, I’ll get away with it, but Astasia is not that kind of person.”

“Even if I go bald?”

“What crazy talk.”

“If you light gold, you’ll go bald, Lord Gray. Not even the blood of Gibraltar can overcome the lust for greed.”

“…”

I have a lot to say, but I am sparing my words.

If trying to get even a little more gold seems like an ugly struggle, the only thing you can do is admit it and give up.

“Naria. You even took the magic rifle that I modified myself. Even if you add up all of this gold, it won’t be worth 100kg. The human cost of cleaning and organizing it will also be significant.”

“…”

“Tsk. Okay, let’s split it in half. Instead, we keep our mouths shut. This is something we can’t handle officially anyway.”

I touched one of the skinny, decapitated undead with my foot.

“If something like this is revealed to the world, there will be two national turmoil. One is the chaos itself that the undead are running around. The other is…”

“It won’t be too much trouble digging up graves.”

“That’s right.”

Gold flows through the corpse’s body.

The blood turns into gold, and the dead person moves with the power of gold.

If you take out the heart, wouldn’t it have turned into gold?

Bodies will be found in all sorts of places, with the heart open and full of traces to check whether it is gold or not.

“It will be the worst news of all bad news for Gibraltar.”

“Me?”

“Wouldn’t people recognize it as a curse from the Guardian Dragon for touching the vein of gold in Barcelona?”

“It certainly has a significant visual impact to call it a superstition. The number of people who think that way will increase, and even if they don’t, their political opponents will say so.”

I pointed to Naria and below.

“Numerous loyal soldiers under you.”

“They are not loyalists. They are opportunists who can only survive by pushing the next king.”

“If such people are influenced by you and become part of the SS, willing to give up their lives just for you, then they become loyal soldiers.”

“Isn’t this the perfect thing to throw to them?”

Naria bent down and picked up one of her arms.

“No, that.”

“It’s okay. It’s a bit weird if you think of it as a corpse, but if you say there’s gold inside, this is what it feels like.”

“Haa…”

“Give up, Lord Gray. If you try to eat this much gold by yourself, you’ll get an upset stomach.”

“Queen Naria.”

It was absurd for a moment.

“Do you think I’m just telling you this to get gold to raise a slush fund?”

“Then?”

“Where did they come from, what are their identities, and how did these corpses that seemed to have been buried in the ground for such a long time, with gold flowing through their bodies, crawl through a secret passage…”

Because there were too many things to consider.

“This is Queen Naria’s first musket-“

“Matangi No. 2.”

“…When Magic Bullet shot No. 2, starting from the first undead that burst between the eyebrows, all of them, in terms of appearance and appearance, resembled the humans of the Marquis de Barcel. And how did they get through this Aren’t you curious as to why he appeared?”

“…Lord Gray.”

Naria swung her arm downward, and the gold nugget, which was now slowly hardening inside her, fell down from the cut section like drops of blood.

“Sometimes it’s wiser not to ask where your gold comes from.”

“Ha, Naria.”

“Is this the emperor’s doing?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then just take it easy. The culprit who did this is Saint Geo Nostrum.”

Naria kicked the undead’s torso, and she soon began to press the heart area of her torso with her feet.

“Our incompetent yet incompetent King, the King, resorted to black magic to steal the body, and sent undead filled with gold through the Marquis’ secret passage to harass Gibraltar. Isn’t that enough?”

“…”

“The expression on his face seems to be exactly what he is asking. No, what fool in the world would send gold, not just magic stones, to undead that are so easily suppressed?”

“Yes.”

“It’s here.”

“…”

“There is no common sense before the name Saint Geo Nostrum, Lord Gray. Or you can think of it this way.”

Naria narrowed her eyes for a moment, then rubbed the back of her neck with the back of her hand.

“For the current Saint Geo Nostrum, the gold used in places like this is not as valuable as a substitute for the magic stone used to control dead bodies.”

“Naria.”

“Because the present is nothing to him.”

For a moment, Naria smiled bitterly, but then she straightened up and pointed to the end of her hallway.

“It doesn’t look like the enemy will continue to come in, so let’s just bring people here and take care of things. We’ve wasted too much time.”

“…Setting things up means settling things, but first, I need to make some choices about who I bring in.”

“Who are you calling…?”

“A person who seems to know this very well.”

It may not be alchemy, but he is the perfect person for something magical like this.

“Because Noir should have arrived around now.”

Next to Noir, there is one person who knows this well.

Correction.

Elf.

* * *

About 30 minutes later.

“[Esclavo di Oro].”

“Yes?”

“It means slaves of gold. It refers to the undead that the gold dragon uses to protect its her lair her her her.”

Platinum Lord Aperia, who was protecting Noir, acting as a mysterious beautiful girl with pigtails and wearing her academy uniform, answered while fiddling with her own black uniform.

“In order to protect his rare her, the gold dragon used magic to create guardians who did not have to eat or sleep forever.”

“You mean the corpse?”

“It was according to a fair contract. Instead of enjoying wealth and fame while alive, the dragon had the rights to the body after death.”

“Then this is it now…”

“It’s not the Gold Dragon’s. Perhaps, as the Queen over there said, it’s the current King’s work.”

Lord Platinum bowed her head lightly to Naria, who was leaning next to Baron Balzac’s coffin.

“I will skip the etiquette. I am Lord Platinum. I am the highest elder of the elves who protect the forest.”

“This is Naria Geo Nostrum, the co-king of Nostrum. She will become the sole queen next year.”

“Indeed. I have one ambition.”

Next year, I will become king alone.

With just those words alone, it was already clear what Naria was feeling inside.

“I also felt it when I saw him as the student council president, but he is definitely confident and good. Don’t lose that will. We elves will also be in quite a bit of trouble if Saint Geo Nostrum continues to be the king.”

“Have you ever had an accident with the elves?”

“There was a time when I visited the elf forest. To be exact, it seemed like I was sending my men to meet the elves.”

Lord Platinum played with his twin tails with both hands and tilted his head.

“I just said to the public, ‘I heard the elf is so pretty’ and wanted to meet her once, or something like that, so I passed on it, but now that I think about it, I think there was a different purpose. . .”

“What do you think it is for?”

“Well, wouldn’t it be the same as you? Maybe you were trying to meet an elf and ask about the existence of a magical miracle that cannot be understood through common sense.”

Lord Platinum was conscious of Naria and shook her head slightly.

“Anyway, I’m talking about these golden slaves, but I understand that this is a miracle that can’t be used on just anyone. Contractor’s family…Uh, so…”

“Barcel?”

“Yes. Only those who inherit the blood of someone named Barcel become slaves even if they die like this, and the body moves according to the will of the caster. As you can see, the driving force that moves the corpse is gold.”

“Unless the contract has been renewed from generation to generation, does the mere fact that they have an ancestor named Barcel make their descendants slaves to gold?”

“That’s right. Instead, for generations, the Marquis de Barcel has been loyal to the royal family and enjoyed the glory of the Golden Dawn. Now, it’s as if the master has been cut off. Hehe.”

The Barcel family, which lasted 500 years, perhaps even longer, is over.

There may still be people with that blood, but-

“White Gold Lord. Is there a possibility that Baron Gunther of Lembourg could be a slave to this gold?”

My heart sank immediately at Naria’s question.

“Naria. What a terrible sound.”

“Even if it is a possibility, it cannot be said that it is not possible. There was no room for Barcel to intervene in the blood of Gibraltar itself, but doesn’t Gunther of Lembourg know that?”

“…Even in death, he is a nuisance in itself. Baron Balzac.”

If Naria’s worries are to be believed, this will act as a fatal weakness.

If Barcel’s blood mixes with the blood of me, my younger siblings, and my mother, and we become undead with gold flowing through our bodies-

“It’s a terrible thing. Of all the blood in the body, Barcel’s blood cannot be removed separately.”

“There is no need to worry too much, as we cannot yet say for sure that Barcel’s blood is mixed in. …The Queen seems to be thinking differently.”

Lord Platinum shrugged her shoulders and pointed at Lia, who was lost in her thoughts.

“White Gold Sutra.”

“What are you curious about, Queen?”

“You mean, you’re a slave to this gold. After you die, you can be resurrected by putting gold instead of blood into your body, right?”

“Right?”

“Then, can we treat it like it was when it was actually alive?”

Somewhere.

“Like my person, who will never die?”

The way Naria was looking at me was like a hunter hunting for prey, but I just snorted.

“Where are you trying to force a dead person to rise and use him as a slave?”

“Lord Grey.”

“I will burn it. I would rather turn it into bone dust and not let a single drop of blood flow.”

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In a moment.

Hwareuk.

We obtained about 60kg of slightly impure gold.

“…If it’s an assassin like this, you can send me more.”

Empire Assassins scatter silver upon death, but Kingdom Assassins scatter gold.

“To the great St. Geo Nostrum.”

Ta-da.