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Parting Night (4)

Wheeyiing-

Snow is getting harder and harder.

Mamon was crawling up a snowy mountain.

' I will definitely receive the payment!'

Do you want your Master's weapon to be recognized for its worth?

Or is it because it's a waste that you can't even imagine?

In Mamon's head, two minds were intricately mixed with each other.

then.

Gang!

A clear metallic sound echoed from somewhere.

Clash. It's a sound I've heard countless times.

Moreover, the clear sound without any blemishes was not a sound that could easily be made.

It is only possible to produce such a clean and beautiful sound only when the master has made the weapon.

'found!'

Mamon quickly ran down the hillside, not knowing that his feet were burning red with frostbite.

...

Mamon had to open his eyes wide as soon as he climbed the ridge.

A fight was taking place under the hills.

A hunter dressed in fur.

He drew the sword Arpagong gave him and was confronting four orcs.

"Look, honey. Fighting alone isn't a good option. Hunting efficiency is maximized only when it is at least four. Look, aren't these ugly demonic dogs now crowding around in groups of four?"

The hunter said quietly to the girl behind him.

Plenty! Walk away! Pujijik!

Soon, the hunter boasted of his skillful swordsmanship and cut the neck, waist, and knees of the three orcs and made them roll over the snow.

Hoo-da-

One of the surviving orcs turns around with a terrified expression.

Except for the one whose head was cut off, the other two men with breaths desperately turned to the shaman's attention.

I try to do it.

Meanwhile, the hunter looked at the running prey and said in a cold tone.

"That's a good judgment. If you encounter an enemy that even a group of people can't handle, you have to escape from the ones with the highest chance of living. Rather than dying together with loyalty, even one must survive to seek revenge."

The hunter finished talking, the hand of the sword

He grabbed it and threw it vigorously into the air.

Perfuck! Go-

The sword broke through the throat of the running orc and split the wood in front of it into two pieces.

Swoosh

The hunter pulled out a knife stuck in the tree and rubbed it in the snow.

And lean back

I said after making eye level with the girl.

" It's an era of confusion, dear. Even if humans sell their eyes a little, they fall into dragons or demons and turn into lizardmen or orcs. In order to become a warrior, you must always devote yourself to training and sharpen your mind so that there is no shaking in your heart. Is that the way to keep the human heart in this turbid world."

The girl nodded and puts the hunter's face in her bleak eyes.

When finished talking, the hunter raised himself and turned his head.

,Ugh!?

Mamon, who was staring at the hunter hunting the orcs, smashed the buttmill, swallowing up the wind.

Those eyes that seem to know from the beginning that you are here!

The hunter asked, brushing off the frozen frost on his beard.

"I thought it was an orc by looking at it, but he's the tinkerer from before. What made you so far?"

Question. It's also quite a day standing.

Mamon wiggled his toes. My toes, which I had no sense of before, were very itchy.

"Well, that S, Master

Mamon forcefully spit out the words that did not come out.

"Master To get paid... You forgot... Well.

Then the hunter tilted his head as if he didn't understand.

Mamon shouted loudly, screaming at the sound of a blizzard.

Master told me to get the money! It's the price of the knife!

Then the hunter's expression changes to the beginning.

" Huh?"

It looks like it's embarrassing.

Seeing the change of the hunter's expression and seeing the girl next to him startled, he could see that he was a man who had a rare change in his expression.

Before long, the hunter walked on the snow field for some time and stood in front of Mamon.

Flinch!

Mamon was holding his breath, pressed by the sloppy momentum emanating from the hunter's body.

'Was this kind of person originally?'

When I sat in the hut and ate potato porridge, it was just normal ah

You looked like me, but what is this momentum?

However, since she couldn't retreat from here, Mamon opened her chest and showed a confident expression.

Then the hunter who saw it laughed.

"Did you Susung really tell you to get the money?"

The hunter laughed one more time when Mamon only had a cold sweat and there was no answer.

"It's good to know."

"As you can see, I don't have any money on hand."

When finished talking, the hunter shrugged.

Then he released the knife from his waist and threw it at Mamon.

Ah!?

Mamon hurriedly moved and took the teacher's sword into his body.

This is to prevent the sword of a respected teacher from being buried in the snow.

Mamon, who received the knife back, hurriedly to the hunter who was moving away again.

"Wow, it's difficult to return the product you used once this

I will close my eyes to see if there is any negligence on our side at a time."

Then the hunter laughed as if it was fun.

Soon he said, looking up at Mamon on the snow hill.

"It's a reward that will be honored by others."

"You will one day sit on the throne

Will. Although there will be no one around."

The smiling hunter soon turned his head with a bitter expressionless expression.

" You will be lonely."

That was the end.

The hunter walked through the blood-stained snowfield, expressing no protest or disagreement.

Holding the hand of the little girl.

'What bullshit are you talking about? throne? How can it be as lowly as me?'

Mamon tilted his head.

But now is not the time to listen to the words of the wandering.

Having successfully retrieved the knife, I had to hurry back before the snow became more intense.

The orc's head that had been cut off was staring at the back of Mamon.

Tada-

When Mamon arrived at the hut, her cheek turned violently.

My cheeks were hotter than my toes that turned dark blue after being caught by a frostbite.

No, I have more heart than that.

Wow!

Next to him, the newborn baby'Dmurf L. Lisée Bellot' is crying.

Arpagong sighed when he saw the knife Mamon brought back.

" Wear thicker clothes."

Arpagong prepared to break through the blizzard and then stepped out of the hut.

How much time has passed.

After a fierce march to prepare for death, Arpagong and Mamon were able to meet again with the hunter woman who had left.

It was after walking almost a thousand miles.

"I don't have any money."

The hunter I met again was still expressionless.

Arpagong is also expressionless.

Because of old age, senility comes. Please understand.

Arpagong put the knife he brought back next to the girl sitting by the bonfire.

That was it.

As soon as Arpagong put down his sword, he began to go back on his way back.

Behind him, the hunter is a girl

He hears a muttering voice.

"It's Dorothy. My grandfather gives me a present, thank you- I should."

"Thank you."

Thank you for coming with a flickering nose.

On rare occasions, Arpagong turned his head to receive the girl's greetings.

"Become a warrior who can use it in the future."

That was the last time with the hunter woman. forever.

* * *

Wheeyiing-

The blizzard got worse.

The way back home. Again, a painful journey began.

Mamon couldn't stand it anymore and asked, while stepping on the glances with plenty of sound.

"Master. Why did you give the wanderer the knife for free?"

"...? What knife are you talking about?"

Arpagong asks right away. I really don't know, so I'm looking back.

The fact that after handing over the knife

Have you forgotten?

A fine sword worth over 3 billion gold?

Mamon opened his mouth in excitement.

"I mean that knife earlier!"

" Well? Um. You mean the knife you sold to the dragon hunter?"

A dragon hunter!? He's just a wanderer! And sells! Didn't you give me free?

How!?"

Mamon continued to shout out of frustration.

"Did you not say that craftsman's beliefs are expensive!? Also, didn't you say that the tools should go to someone who knows their worth by themselves!?"

It did.

When the wandering I asked for the return of the knife, it was so easy to

Returned! If he was the one who really appreciates the sword, he would have to kill me and take me or work to make money and pay for it! He just got the result of Master's efforts!"

Then Arpagong laughed without looking back.

Mamon asked back with a reddish face.

"What, what's so funny!?"

It was a question I couldn't even dare imagine if it was a normal Mamon.

Instead of answering the student's question, Arpagong asked a question.

" How much should I pay if I buy 100 vegetables for 100 gold at a vegetable store?"

It's a rather absurd question.

Mamon tilted his head and opened his mouth to answer.

That's 10,000 gold."

But Arpagong shook his head.

Wrong. It's 9,000 gold because a vegetable store lady who recognized her as a regular cut the price of the item."

" Yes?

"Then one more problem. There is a grandfather who gives his grandson 10% of his monthly income as pocket money. That grandfather

Ji's income this month is 800,000 gold. So, how much pocket money will your grandson receive this month?"

"That's 80,000 gold."

Wrong. This month is 100,000 gold because my grandfather is in a good mood."

"..?

Mamon opened his mouth in an absurd heart.

Then Arpagong laughed

said.

"There is no'heart' in your calculations. Such calculations without blood or tears are used only in the calculations of money-players."

" What nonsense is that!"

Mamon opened his mouth halfway as if he was absurd.

This is the first time I've ever heard of such an absurd calculation.

But Arpagong still looked straight ahead and said the same thing.

"It means that hope and aspirations, happiness, and the size of a vessel cannot be measured in terms of money."

"..

"I looked into the mind of the customer myself, but I had to go through the unnecessary steps of money for what to do, and to reaffirm the mind.

I mean."

"No, then how do you know the insides of your customers?"

"You know when you look in your eyes. Which tool will be with whom."

Then, Bellot, who was in Arpagong's arms, began to dress.

Arpagong laughed at Bellot's smile.

"What, you know? Your death penalty must be a fool who says you don't know what you know, a gannan child. Teach you well later."

It is an Arpagong who softly solves the fresh atmosphere with a joke.

However, I couldn't see Ar Pagong who looked up and smiled.

The pupils who were following him were shaking lightly.

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