Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 567

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The tea had cooled. He didn’t even feel like drinking. He didn’t even touch the refreshment. Encrid was lost in thought.

As Christ said, Encrid is also excellent at using his head.

“yes?”

Doichi, sitting across from the old but soft sofa in the living room and the plain, carved wooden table, blinked blankly before asking belatedly.

I was wondering what this meant.

The question must have been, why are you asking here why the kidnapping law involves kidnapping?

“If there’s a saint, can you make something like a potion?”

Encred asked.

Doichi blinked and asked again.

“… …Me?”

“uh.”

Why do you ask this?

“no.”

Despite the questions, Doichi answered faithfully.

“Is there anyone who can do something like that?”

“… … Is there anything?”

That’s common sense.

No one knows the recipe for the potions made at the sect. It is only certain that it is not in the realm of alchemy.

Not everyone who uses divine powers can become a saint or a saint.

This was something I thought about from the kidnapper’s perspective, bringing up the past that I heard from Audin.

Are you a guy who dreams of kidnapping a saint and making potions?

In that case, wouldn’t it be better to study and research alchemy?

If not, are you trying to cure a terminal illness?

Even so, this doesn’t make sense.

‘I would never do that.’

Let’s say you have the ability to kidnap a saint.

On top of that, I got a terminal illness.

Then what should I do?

It is difficult to overcome the double and triple layers of obstacles guarding the temple and kidnap the saintess. It is difficult, it is too difficult.

If that’s the case, I’ll decide to raid several noble mansions.

This way is much, no, much, much easier.

That would be enough to make a donation that would qualify you right away, so you could get treatment without any questions asked.

It would be quicker, easier, and more convenient than kidnapping the saint.

“Then why did that happen?”

There is no gain. It is not murder, it is kidnapping. Kidnapping is an act with a clear purpose.

That is, to gain some kind of advantage, but as of now there has been no advantage.

A saint is kidnapped by another sect out of jealousy? So they bring her to their sect?

If we get caught, a war on a par with the Holy Sword War will break out right away.

The Holy Sword War is also covered in the beginning of history books. It was a war that broke out when a sword imbued with divinity was discovered in a ruin and all the religious sects that saw the sword claimed that it was a holy relic of the god they believed in.

Did they say that the number of people who died in that war exceeded ten thousand?

It was so long ago that there were no accurate records, but it was said that many people died.

Afterwards, the various denominations dramatically reconciled and united as one to ensure that such a tragedy would never happen again.

Although each religion may believe in different gods, all denominations have become brothers and sisters.

At first, they may have been brothers and sisters only on the surface, but now that the thread of time has sewn and woven them together, they can truly be called one.

“It wasn’t kidnapping.”

Audin knew more about the Order than Encred.

Because he saw it both inside and outside, he came to his conclusion more quickly.

“maybe.”

It was only natural that Encred also spoke and came to the same conclusion.

“What are you talking about now… … .”

Doichi looked at Encred with his words trailing off because he couldn’t understand the current situation, and Encred decided to only ask for what was necessary rather than explaining it.

“Did the people who came out of the temple just leave?”

This is a question from experience.

What should you do when you are chasing something and the thing you are chasing is escaping so well?

‘If I were you, I would open my eyes.’

Something that is difficult to do alone becomes doable when two people do it, and when there are ten people, it becomes very easy.

So, all I have to do is increase the number of people who will listen to my orders without asking or questioning.

Where do you find people who don’t ask or question anything?

There are people in this world who will fight like ghouls for a few gold coins.

Although it is very rare for that sect, that sacred nation, to spend so much on Krona.

“Yes? Uh, yes. And request that the city security be strengthened.”

“do?”

“Well, I asked if there was an information guild in the city.”

It seemed that among the pursuers from the Holy Nation, there was someone who was reasonably intelligent. It seemed that he had thought of increasing the number of people after going through the same thought process as me.

Encred raised his head.

“Where, who?”

Doichi was really quick-witted, so he gradually sensed the mood.

Because I felt like I was getting involved in something really annoying.

Encred guessed the other person’s intentions first and spoke.

“There will be no damage.”

Doichi looked a little weary, but soon shook his head.

“I will accept it even if there is damage.”

I have no intention of backing down. I could see the will.

I saw a man who saved a city from a Nol’s attack, and watching him made me build up my skills and determination day by day.

Encred believed that Deutsch became the mayor because he was quick-witted, but it was more likely because of the support of those who pioneered with him.

Since the raid of Nol, Doichi lived for the city more than anyone else.

It happened because I was amazed by the heroic deeds of a man.

Doichi didn’t forget that.

He lived as a mercenary for a long time, and although mercenaries with a keen eye survive for a long time, those with a sense of duty survive even longer.

“If you need anything, please let me know.”

Encrid did not refuse Doichi’s offer.

“Information, people’s movements, does the information guild only deal with information?”

The question had an answer. Deutsch answered.

“It’s the Brotherhood. It’s a group of criminals who got together.”

“I want to know everything they say and do from the people who came out of the church.”

“What if it’s all different?”

“If you tell me the location, I will take care of it.”

“no.”

Doichi shook his head, and Encrid could not change the will of the man before him.

How can you refuse someone who sincerely offers to help you?

Even if we only consider efficiency, a native who started this city together and is its mayor would be able to do better.

“Half a day will do. If you haven’t eaten yet, please eat, sir.”

Doichi bowed his head towards the knight of the iron wall and stepped forward.

Encred watched him leave and asked him to eat as he had said.

“yes yes.”

The maid answered nervously twice and then brought out various foods.

Encrid, who had quenched his thirst by drinking the cold tea in one go, looked at Audin.

Audin’s eyes didn’t shine and he didn’t seem to have any thoughts, but Encrid wasn’t fooled.

He was pretending to be calm.

That doesn’t mean my heart was beating like crazy right now, but I was definitely nervous.

“I will save you.”

Audyn said.

Encred nodded.

“That goes without saying.”

Sinar intervened.

If it was a kidnapping, the child’s will would not have been involved.

But what if it’s an escape?

That’s different. What should you do when you see a child being persecuted and abused?

What if that child’s sacrifice, the abuse that he receives, is for the peace of the continent?

I don’t know. I don’t know. To be honest, I think it’s bullshit to say that the peace of the continent depends on one child.

So, I will seek and see.

What if this was all an illusion, a misunderstanding, a mistake, and I was actually kidnapped? That’s fine.

If we save the child here, we’ll be owing a debt to the Holy Nation.

If it really is an escape, then yes.

It wouldn’t matter whether the opponent was a sacred nation or whatever.

* * *

Loge was the master of the largest brotherhood in Felheim.

He had a brother who had been with him since he was a child, and he had an organization that he built after settling in the pioneer town.

bang!

The Brotherhood of Loge’s stronghold, a warehouse on the outskirts of town, had just had its doors blasted open.

“What the heck?”

Roger pulled his chin up and grabbed the hilt of his dagger. The author’s face, with his back to the light at the door, appeared dark.

The midday sun shone down on him from behind.

Roger narrowed his eyes. The body shape seemed familiar.

A long weapon was visible in the right hand of the opponent whose face was not visible.

It is a spear with a blade at the end.

‘Glaive?’

The master of shadows opened his mouth.

“Subdue them. If they resist, you can kill them all.”

At those words, the soldiers came rushing in.

At first glance, they were the direct guard of Felheim. They were a vigilante group and the city’s core force. They were not the kind of people a brotherhood belonging to a criminal guild would deal with.

“Huh, huh?”

The Brotherhood members were confused. Should they attack this? All the members just held their daggers and hesitated without drawing them.

“Jake?”

Among the Brotherhood members, there was someone who knew the soldier. He pretended to know him, but the soldier ignored him.

“Stay still. Put your weapons down.”

“Jake,” said the soldier. The blade in his hand seemed impervious to jokes or pranks.

The blade suddenly came closer and stopped in front of the boat of a familiar face.

Jake’s eyes were cold and his speech was cold.

“Drop your weapons.”

Rogen usually thought of themselves as alligators, scratching the ticklish places of the city.

Although I have never met Deutsche Pullman separately, I have heard that he is responsible for one city day and night.

Doichi had never bothered to add insult to injury. Until now.

Wasn’t that a relationship of mutual respect? So what’s going on?

“I won’t tell you twice. Recite all the recent requests you’ve received. Were there any targets you were chasing? Did any manhunters enter the city?”

Roger blinked.

Are you saying this is just because of that?

About an hour ago? I was asked to organize and bring the contents of any recent requests I received.

Even though it was actually delivered directly by the market director, Deutsche Pullman.

‘If you say that out loud, how will the Information Guild make a living?’

Would I have looked like an idiot who would tell you when you asked him to?

So I lightly ignored it. If you want to hear it, come and see for yourself.

Because that’s the right thing to do in a relationship of mutual respect.

“You told me to come in person?”

The Deutsche Pullman said. The scar on his face looked more hideous than ever.

The pioneer city was a place where people lived by taking risks, so it was natural that rough writers would gather there.

Even after Encred destroyed the Nol Colony, there was still a lot going on in the city.

The fact that Doichi started out as a guard captain and became the mayor of a pioneering town was a testament to how well he had handled many tasks.

One of them was ignoring the flimsy provocations that came his way inside and outside the city, and another was leaving any guy alone as long as he wasn’t a big problem.

That kind of attitude makes the opponent let his guard down, and when something happens and you make a surprise move, all the target does is blink like that.

It’s close to a common tactic, but those who don’t know it always get hit.

It was like that even now.

“Hey, what was your name? Roger? Ruge? Should I cut off one of your ears and talk to you?”

Deutsche Pullman has come up with a solution as beautiful as ever.

For most of his beauty was accompanied by bold force.

If you don’t use your hands, you can just give a hint, but if you use your hands, you have to be bold.

If we didn’t do this, people who stab people and leave them in the alleyways would flock to the city.

He wouldn’t tolerate that.

There may be other reasons why Felheim maintains this level of security, but everyone agrees that the glaive wielded by Deutsch Pullman played a part.

“Recite quietly. There will be no benefit to seeing blood.”

Roger was humiliated by Deutsch’s words and immediately drew his dagger.

Sling.

The blade reflected light. Roger bit his molars.

Then he quietly placed the dagger on the floor.

Gently and cautiously point the tip of the sword towards yourself.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

What if you felt a little bit of humiliation?

Survival is what matters.

He recited. It wasn’t really a secret.

The heretic inquisitor who came to the Holy City commissioned me to find a girl who was walking ‘alone’ among the foreigners visiting the city.

It wasn’t that hard of a task, but the reward was generous. They even asked me to find some human hunters and put in a request.

“alone?”

In the middle of the story, Deutsch Pullman asked back.

“No. Continue.”

Then he continued to encourage me.

Roger answered yes and then said everything one by one.

Doichi also has a brain, so he thought about it.

As the story progressed, I knew why Encred had come here. Before that, he had also received a letter from the kingdom.

But if the heretic inquisitors or the holy priests from the sacred city had asked him to do something that he could have done himself, why would he use Krona to ask the Brotherhood, who were parasitic on the city, to do it?

That religious order? How can a religious order that is so filthy that there are even rumors of it secretly selling rock salt do that?

‘It smells bad.’

Being alone also ticked my heart.

Deutsch Pullman disengaged his troops and went to report what he had heard from Encred.

Based on the information gathered, the plan was to figure out where the group of priests, including the Templar, were headed.

“I’m already out of town.”

The adjutant, who immediately grasped the situation, approached and spoke. Doichi asked as he walked.

“What direction?”

“It’s east.”

Returning to Encred, Doichi heard everything he had to say and told him both his guesses and what he knew.

Encred asked himself the same question.

“alone?”

“Yes, I am alone.”

Encred straightened his head and thought.

It wasn’t a kidnapping, it was an escape. It seemed as if the prediction was right. And Audin heard it too.

“Did you say you were alone, Brother Market? Are you sure?”

“yes.”

Although there was no hard evidence, the testimony added to the suspicion. Encrid decided to change the content of the request on his own.

From helping the priest pursuit party to rescue the saint, to prioritizing the rescue of the chased child.

However, questions still remain.

‘But how come it hasn’t been caught yet?’

Back when I was a bounty hunter, I used to memorize the names of famous hunters, and among them, there were three who were said to be the most skilled.

I heard that two of them are dead now and one has retired.

Interestingly enough, all three of them came from religious backgrounds.

I asked how that was possible, and this is what the person who taught me the job said.

“The church is the best at chasing people. That’s for sure.”

When asked why, the hunter who taught him the job smiled and said,

“Why? Because I’ve done it a lot.”

That’s because hunting requires experience rather than talent.

Many people run away when you call them heretics, but if you chase after them one by one, your skills will naturally improve.

And the child who had been a victim of kidnapping and then became a runaway saint was on the run from the pursuers of that cult.

It could be said that it was something more mysterious than the mystery that the order created.