At that mont, the scenery changed.
The dark, damp sll that lingered in the cold underground tomb suddenly turned into a warm adow under the sunshine.
Johan was standing in front of a secluded pond. The lush greenery brought a calm peace to his mind.
However, Johan paled in astonishnt and drew out his sword. It was because of a mystery he had never experienced before.
As Suetlg and Caenerna both testified, Johans soul was truly strong and steadfast. Impervious to common mysteries or curses.
Thats why Johan dared to touch the cursed idol, isnt it?
Yet now Johan walked into the pagan mystery without any resistance. He couldnt help but be surprised.
The sound of water was heard. A naked priestess was walking out of the pond. It was a beautiful figure that looked exactly like the pagan idol, but Johan didnt care. Pointing his sword, he said coldly.
Send back.
But the priestess just smiled. Before Johan got closer and swung his sword, treasures appeared in front of him.
It was a golden mountain that even kings would be tempted by. With this much gold, an army of ten thousand could be maintained for years, it seed.
The priestess pointed at the treasure as if telling him to take it. Johan shook his head. He wasnt stupid enough to accept sothing whose identity was unknown.
I told you to send back.
The priestess laughed again. This ti, elves looking like Iselia appeared next to him. Iselia made seductive expressions that she could never make, and the elves tried to cling to Johan. Johan pushed them away.
The priestess did not give up and presented gifts over and over. But Johan stabbed his sword into the ground and said,
Ill say this one last ti. Send back.
The priestess shrugged as if she had no choice. It looked like she was frustrated. At that mont, Johan realized that his body was soaking in the pond.
?!
The priestess scooped the water with her hand and poured it over Johans head. As the cool, clear water flowed down his head, he felt strength gushing through his body.
While the evil spirit Valkalmur had violent, crude power, the priestesss power was gentle and wise.
The mont that power lingered in his body, Johan was able to realize that none of this was a trap.
. . .Wait a minute. Then if I had received the gold. . .
Before the thought was over, Johan found himself back in the original tomb.
The rcenaries had the exact sa expressions as just before. Faces filled with fear and tension.
They didnt have astonished faces as if Johan had disappeared and returned.
?
Master, Count! Look at that!
The pagan idol in front of them crumbled and fell apart. The rcenaries were horrified at the surreal sight.
It looked as if Johans faith had defeated the pagan faith. The rcenaries couldnt help but make the sign of the cross.
.
.
On the way back, Johan tried hard to discern the new power flowing through his veins. But he couldnt figure it out at all.
Count, you are truly amazing. To completely sweep away the temple of those wicked pagans with such an accursed place.
The rcenaries spoke sincerely. Not knowing the details, they had no choice but to show their respect. If Johan hadnt been there, who knew how many would have died inside that tomb.
Even so, if the curse had not been lifted, it would have been the fault of the rcenary leaders for accumulating sins. I will testify to that.
Thats right. We should have just burned those b*stards to death. . .
The more respect and awe they felt towards Johan, the more hostility grew towards the rcenary gang. How corrupted must they be to carry around such curses, they wondered.
If the curse had not been lifted even after this, the escorts would have personally stabbed the rcenary captains to death.
Fortunately, as they returned to the rcenary camp, Deosam walked out supported by slaves.
Are you well?
Y-Yes. . . I can endure.
The curse marks on Deosams skin were slowly disappearing as he walked out supported by the slaves. The magical energy was the sa.
Can you lead the rcenaries?
No one would answer no to this question. Deosam desperately nodded his head.
Of course I can lead them, Count. Please leave it to . I will follow you loyally!
Due to your curse, our schedule has been delayed quite a bit. Lead the rcenaries south and join the army. If you are late, I will not forgive you. Understand?
Johan gave orders to Deosam in front of the other sub-captains. It was as if Deosam was the sub-captain and Johan was the leader of the rcenaries.
For a nobleman to clearly show the hierarchy and give orders to a rcenary captain like this within a rcenary group was rare.
When nobles hired rcenary groups, they would generally show so respect to the captain and give autonomy as custom.
However, Johan forcibly ordered Deosam in front of all the rcenaries. As if the entire rcenary group had fallen into Johans hands.
Yet no one complained. Rather, they listened as if it was natural for Deosam to follow Johans orders.
. . . . . .
Deosam broke into a cold sweat at the completely changed atmosphere of the rcenary group.
Just what on earth happened while he was bedridden from the curse?
It wasnt just borrowing command. It felt like the entire rcenary group had been handed over to Johan.
. . .?
When the atmosphere of a rcenary group beca like this, there was nothing a captain could do. While a captains authority was absolute, operating a rcenary group surprisingly required reading the mood of the rcenaries themselves.
If Count Yeats orders were ignored or delayed, a riot could break out imdiately. That was the kind of atmosphere it was.
Yes! Your Excellency Count. I pledge my na and honor to serve you.
Good. Ill trust you then. Deosam.
Similar conversations occurred in the other camp as well. The atmosphere in the rcenary camp, which had been like a graveyard, quickly regained morale and prepared to advance. It was like a bolt from the blue for the pirates.
s.
Reviews
All reviews (0)