Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 339

Episode 339 Tyrant (1)

[Find the bodyguard who successfully escaped from the hands of the corpse's glory.]

The plan entrusted to Verden and Adrian.

Unfortunately, the only clue is that the target is being secretly tracked by the highest council member.

There is no strong information.

It is obvious that it is not easy because, unlike Haldirn or Leila, the search range is not limited.

But there's no need to worry.

'There are people even if they are not visible on the outside.'

The people of the underworld who not only live in hunger, but also live their lives rooted in darkness.

As was the case with the Duchy of Liviant, the Kingdom of Estyria, and the Dominion of Midloth, so too will the Republic of Veldirn.

As expected, Verden's thoughts were right on the mark.

Just before leaving Quarrail, I heard a story about a certain area from a priest who had been living in the Republic for a long time.

The unofficial city of Southern Pit.

In the past, when there was no place to live and no way to survive in the republic, the poor moved south and formed villages, which later became small towns.

It was a humble place where you could eat two meals a day, even if it was shabby, and feed your family if you tried hard enough.

So it was inevitable that it would attract attention.

───There's a village to the south, and they say you can make a living there even if you can't get rich.

People who heard such rumors began to show interest and move in one by one.

Thieves who feared being punished one day, merchants who smelled money, citizens who wanted a new start…

One day, two days, several days, several months, several years, several decades.

At first there were only a few people, but as time went on, the number grew to a significant number.

From village to town

From town to wide city.

Of course, the members of the Republic could not leave this alone, but the problem was solved quite easily.

They took a portion of all the revenue generated in the city and paid huge taxes that far exceeded the existing tax rates.

Fancy entertainment and expensive gifts were secondary factors.

As a result, although it was not officially accepted as a city, its limited existence was recognized after several clauses were signed.

In other words, it is no different from an autonomous city.

'That's why it's the best place to get various rumors within the Republic.'

Verden was convinced.

With this, the destination was specified.

The distance is considerable, so it would be late if you took a carriage driven by a knight of the Luas Church.

Verden summoned his special carriage from subspace and flew south in a straight line through the vast skies.

Adrian doesn't like high places, but he can't help it.

It's not the time to be judging whether you like it or not.

Still, it seemed like he had gotten used to it to some extent and was maintaining a comfortable state.

Then Adrian asked.

“But, my lord, how do you plan to move in Southern Feet?”

If it were normal, I would have paid a price to get the information through word of mouth.

Hana Verden and Adrian are wanted for billions of dollars.

Since the glory of the corpse was spread intentionally, it must have already been known to Southern Pete.

“As planned, we are looking for the person who is handling information while hiding his identity…….”

“No. I changed my mind.”

You don't have to hide your identity or move secretly.

There is no need or reason for that.

The moment we realized the special nature of Southern Feet, our course of action changed.

“Since it’s our first time here, even if we go ahead ourselves, it could take a considerable amount of time.”

so.

“The city makes us move around it.”

Not a wanted man, but the king of the underworld.

Verden was a 'guest' that Southern Pete could never welcome.

* * *

Republic of Beldirn, the red-light district of Southern Feet.

The streets, which reeked of alcohol and filth day and night and were rife with violence and shouting, were a haven for vagabonds.

There was a guest in that most luxurious building.

“Hahahaha! They say this city is the dirtiest cesspool in the Republic, but this is much better than I heard. Here, another bottle of that expensive, strong stuff!”

“Wow, that’s cool!”

A handsome man sitting in the center of a large, curved sofa, with beautiful women on either side of him.

The sight of him sitting with both feet on the table and enjoying the drinks and snacks offered by the beauties was no different from that of a pathetic young nobleman addicted to pleasure.

But despite his outward appearance, the man's spirit was as sharp as a sharpened blade.

Shiny, white and black hair mixed together. Orange eyes that match it all.

His body, trained based on his outstanding talents, was that of a warrior.

However, if there is one thing that is special, it is that his desire for the opposite sex is more honest than others.

“I came to the Eastern Continent to have fun and ended up getting locked up, but I think I can have fun here for a while. Don’t you think so?”

“Of course! No, why don’t you just stay here instead of going back? I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life!”

"me too!"

“Just hearing that makes me happy? Are you really going to sit down and do it?”

The man kissed the two women's foreheads in turn.

We all know that the current conversation has no continuity.

Then what do you think?

Even if it's a promise that will be forgotten tomorrow, at least for now, it's true.

As you can see, love takes many different forms.

The good times continued.

When the man said a word, the women responded with a hearty laugh and a jangly voice.

It was then that an interesting topic was raised.

“Have you heard the news? The King of the Dark World has entered the Republic of Beldirn illegally.”

“The King of the Underworld? What’s that?”

“Ah, you don’t know since you’re from the Central Continent. To put it simply, I’m the ruler of Loafra, the underground city of the Kingdom of Estiria. There’s no one in the underworld of the Eastern Continent who doesn’t know me.”

A woman with a gift for speaking licked her lips as she fed the man some snacks.

The largest underworld in the Eastern Continent, Loafra.

The organization known as Wintert, which controls the other side of the kingdom, and the being at the top, Grond Veil di Validas.

And a terrible reputation that will make your liver shiver.

The information is listed neatly.

She mainly served the upper class who visited the red-light district, and her beauty and smile were not all she had.

“But last year, when Grond died, the throne was taken away. The new king is a wizard named Asher. I heard that he turned Loafra upside down with his magic… It may be an exaggeration, but they say he was a monster. He even received an honorary title of nobility for fooling the royal family.”

“Ha, a monster who usurped the underworld…….”

The man's eyes lit up with curiosity.

“So what is he doing here?”

“I don’t know about that, but I don’t think it’s anything out of the ordinary.”

“Over here!”

The woman on the other side handed me a Southern Pete newspaper.

Although it was extremely crude because it was made so hastily, the contents of the wanted poster were accurately recorded.

My gaze followed the words.

“A bounty of 4 billion Elk, alive or dead, as one of the suspects in the murder of the mayor of Kylians and the city terrorism… Wow, that’s a huge crime. Even if he was a noble, he would be subject to execution.”

“He’s not called the king of the underworld for nothing. I don’t know why he came out of Loafra, but some say he’s the culprit who killed the top council member at the special conference.”

He is truly the worst of the worst.

To begin with, he is the king of the underworld where all kinds of criminals run rampant.

The man, who had been deep in thought, biting his lips, tilted his head.

“Hmm, since it’s come to this, I guess I’ll just catch it.”

"yes?"

“Money is money, but I can’t just leave a bad guy like this alone. Bounty hunting is one of my side jobs.”

“But he is the king of the underworld…….”

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re a king or an emperor. Even if you fly and crawl, you’re just a guy playing around on the Eastern Continent. You can’t even compare to the Central Continent, which is filled with all kinds of strong people.”

He shrugged.

“And two are better than one.”

The belligerent eyes turned to the corner.

There was a scarred man, chained up and battered.

The two women blinked.

“…That person was also a suspect?”

“A very high-ranking person has issued an arrest warrant. The amount is in the hundreds of millions. I secured it before the other partners could get there. By the way, I have a question.”

The man whispered softly.

“What happens if I catch the king of the underworld? Do I become king? Do I get to own that place called Loafra?”

“Oh, Grond also usurped it from the previous generation, and so did Asher… so maybe that’s right? Why is that?”

“Well, there are many reasons.”

A throne only for the strong.

Anyone who is confident in their skills will probably try to sit down at least once.

Moreover, who would refuse the opportunity to rule an underground city rivaling a major city with just one duel?

And above all.

“The king of the underworld? How cool.”

I really like this nickname.

The man's childish spirit was stirred with excitement.

* * *

At first glance, Southern Feet looks similar to Loafra, but in reality, they are completely different.

First of all, in Southern Pete, there is no ruler who oversees the entire city, only a chieftain who governs each street.

A group divided in all directions has the characteristics of a point organization, making it difficult to pursue something in a coordinated manner.

And this is not extraterritoriality.

Although it was supposed to be run autonomously, the surveillance of the Republic of Beldirn still exists.

If you are caught plotting something unpleasant that is detrimental to the country or accumulating excessive force, you will be subject to immediate sanctions.

It's limited freedom.

The city ended up being the legislators' money tree.

'That's probably why the facilities are so poor.'

After arriving at Southern Feet, Verden and Adrian walked down the street and looked around.

An old wooden building.

A stone wall with small cracks.

The unpleasant stench of the streets and the people in shabby clothes standing in every alley.

The poor and the citizens.

It was a landscape in between.

Adrian, who was raising his voice, said in a small voice.

“Attention is slowly gathering.”

Even if Adrian is like that, Verden is currently wearing [Einver].

The brilliance of the Demon King's robes was bound to attract attention wherever he went.

A bait that cannot be ignored.

“Are you a noble from a foreign country?”

“I think so. I’ve never seen such a young person among the members of the National Assembly.”

“But where have I heard this before?”

The residents are in an uproar.

He is still hesitating while holding the newspaper containing the wanted poster.

I never thought a big money bounty hunter would be so blatant.

“Huh? Wait, that face is…?”

“This is crazy. Why is the author here……!!”

The two people, especially those who recognized Verden, ran somewhere in a hurry.

'Raid or conversation?'

Whatever it is, it doesn't matter, as long as it's in a suitable position, it'll be good.

I took a step forward, wondering what kind of reaction I would get first.

It was about 3 minutes later that it happened.

“Ugh, ugh…… Si, excuse me.”

A man with a gash on the tip of his left ear ran up and stopped.

He barely managed to catch his breath and continued speaking very carefully.

“Our elder, Gerbon, has politely invited you two, but if it is not too much trouble, could you spare some time?”

The kiss came quickly.

* * *

“Thank you so much for coming. It’s a bit shabby and unpretentious, but I hope you’ll be lenient, as it’s the best I can do.”

Gerbon, a man with a scar running diagonally across his forehead.

He offered Verden and Adrian some warm tea and a seat, then sat down across from them.

Verden took a sip of tea without hesitation.

In the first place, it was unknown whether the poison would work, and thanks to the effect of [Einver], he was completely immune to poisoning.

A gentle floral fragrance spreads.

It seemed thick at first, but the ending was clean.

“Not too bad.”

“That’s really fortunate───”

"so."

The wall looked at Gerbon.

Emotions were read from facial expressions and physical reactions.

Fear and tension.

The one who invited the strangers was trembling.

“What do you want with me?”

Gerbon gulped under the indescribable pressure.

“Asher… I know you. Of course, it wasn’t just a rumor. ‘The day Grond died’… I was there too. Coincidentally.”

He continued speaking with difficulty.

“And then, I saw with my own two eyes the sight of half of Roafra collapsing.”

A tectonic shift that shook the entire underground city.

The ground shook as if it had a will, swallowing up and piercing the vicious criminals active in Loafra.

A scream was heard through the loud noise.

And though it was far away, I saw it clearly.

The tragedy of a huge iceberg crushing Grond while the vast underworld ruled by Wintert falls to a single man.

It was an unforgettable memory.

“……Although I am a bit old, I was a top-tier mercenary when I was young, so I am in relatively good health. I rule over six streets in Southern Pit, and the income I earn gives me considerable influence in this city.”

but.

“I don’t like the conflicts that come with power. I have a lot to lose, and I don’t want to lose my current comfortable and easy life… So please answer sincerely.”

Gerbon slowly raised his head and faced Verden and Adrian.

Then he placed the newspaper on the table.

Turn to the page where the wanted poster is located.

“King of the Underworld, what brings you here?”

His pupils twitched slightly.

I was gripped with fear, as if I was facing a disaster.