Chapter 134. Are You Crazy? Why Wouldn't You et Them? (2)
It was the best Arcana in history.
So much so that one would wonder if such a thing could ever happen again.
First of all, the level of the competition itself was too spectacular.
As many as three people who showed the state of 7-star appeared.
Patrick Schneider, Garcia Reynardo, Cierion Baisus Yusef.
The nas of these three would be engraved in history.
Besides them, there were other formidable powerhouses.
Riman Ciera, who wielded five Soul Weapons.
Antorius Denar, who showed the mighty power of miracles.
Indeed, there were many great people.
Strong individuals who would not have been out of place winning in any previous Arcana appeared and clashed.
And the winner of such a high-level competition was a completely unexpected person.
How long has it been since an Arcana winner ca from outside the three major powers?
The public's attention was focused on the new upset.
And the na of the winner, Patrick Schneider, quickly spread throughout the continent, gathering attention.
* * *
Haidel Falcon Magellan, the king of the Magellan Kingdom.
He bit his nails and said.
“That damn Patrick Schneider….”
How much had he prepared for this Arcana?
He had invested a huge amount of the royal budget for the successful hosting of the competition, and had even allowed his talented son Jayton to have the last remaining Dragon Blood.
But the result that ca back was his son's elimination in the first round.
King Haidel, who had watched it directly at that ti, almost fainted and fell backward while foaming at the mouth.
If he had his way, he would have caught Patrick and beaten him up imdiately, but approaching a representative of another country during the Arcana was strictly forbidden.
In the end, he had to grit his teeth and wait until the competition was over….
“To think that crazy bastard is a 7-star knight.”
He even surpassed the Sword Saint’s grandson, who was also at the 7-star level, and won the championship.
On top of that, the trendous swordsmanship he showed in the final of the competition was still unforgettable.
What on earth was that?
Is it even possible for a human to do such a thing with a sword?
“Duke Landerdo.”
“Speak, Your Majesty.”
“If you were to fight that young punk nad Patrick, could you win?”
At those words, Duke Landerdo closed his mouth.
Duke Landerdo was the strongest knight in the Magellan Kingdom, having reached the master 7-star level.
But if asked about the chances of winning against Patrick….
“I would have to try to know.”
“Kkeueung.”
The kingdom's best knight could not give a definite answer about dealing with a young punk.
For King Haidel, who was planning revenge as soon as the competition ended, it was an incredibly frustrating situation.
At that mont, the head chamberlain next to him spoke.
“Your Majesty, it would be best to step back and observe the situation for a while.”
“Are you saying that I, the king of a country, should back down against a re young punk?”
“Right now, Patrick Schneider is not just a young punk. Many people from all over the continent are paying attention to him.”
“Eum….”
“Especially, the Tower of Truth and the Elves of Evergreen are said to be very active.”
“Elves? Why would the elves step forward?”
He understood the Tower of Truth.
It was plausible that those curious people would have their research desires ignited by Patrick's strange swordsmanship.
But elves?
This was completely unexpected.
“We don’t know the reason, but for so ti now, elves have been reported to be actively contacting the delegation of the Atronia Kingdom.”
“Those reclusive bastards…. Why?”
“What is certain is that attention is now focused on Patrick Schneider. If you touch him rashly, arrows of criticism will fly from all over the continent.”
“Huuuuu….”
In the end, King Haidel let out a long sigh and slumped onto his throne.
‘There’s no way. No way….’
Thinking of his son who was cooped up in his room and not coming out, feelings of pity and anger welled up.
But realistically, there was no way to get revenge.
The young punk he thought he could crush easily had beco a much bigger figure than expected.
* * *
“Young Master Schneider, I am Count Doon Mana of the Magellan Kingdom.”
“It is an honor to et you, Count.”
“Hahaha. It is an honor for
to see the winner of the Arcana.”
“I was just lucky.”
“Hahaha. You are humble as well. Ah! This is nothing much, but it's a gift.”
“I will accept it gratefully, Count.”
And Patrick, who sat down, had a conversation with the count for about 10 minutes.
The conversation went around in circles, but in the end, what the count wanted to say was obvious.
“What do you think? Not because she is my daughter, but she is a really pretty and kind child.”
“I’m sorry, Count. I still want to devote myself to the path of the sword. I appreciate the offer, but I have no thoughts of marriage right now.”
“Hahaha, a swordsman who reached the supre state at the re age of sixteen still says he is lacking?”
“I am embarrassed. It is just a result I obtained by working hard. I still have a long way to go.”
“Hahahaha.”
To anyone watching, he looked like a very simple, kind, and sincere young man who only wanted to diligently devote himself to the path of the sword.
‘This is…. It's troubleso if he’s this unambitious.’
The count continued to tempt Patrick with various conditions after that, but Patrick's reaction was always the sa.
In the end, a little while later….
The count returned with a regretful expression and said.
“I will leave today. But please do not forget my offer. I will welco you anyti.”
“I will rember it deep in my heart.”
Patrick bowed politely.
The count looked at Patrick and thought.
‘What a well-mannered young man. To have both skill and humility. Such a young man is rare.’
And right after he left the room with a regretful expression….
“Ehehehe. Who says there's no prize money in the Arcana? They’re taking such good care of .”
Patrick, who imdiately tore open the gift's wrapping, was very satisfied with the expensive statue inside.
“Let’s see. The decoration here looks like a ruby, and is this a pearl underneath? The material is marble, but the carving is delicate, so it’s a masterpiece. Keeeuh…. It must be worth at least 50 gold.”
Patrick was now skillfully appraising items.
He hurriedly moved the gift to another room, where there were already piles of expensive-looking gifts.
Patrick looked at the treasure with an ecstatic expression, and his companions looked at him with pity.
“Senior Alex.”
“What?”
“He’s the Arcana champion, right?”
“That’s right.”
“The world is rotten.”
“I was just thinking the sa thing.”
After winning the Arcana.
Many people wanted to et Patrick.
His companions thought that Patrick, who hated troubleso things, would reject such etings with a single word, but….
[Are you crazy? Why wouldn't you et them?]
Patrick jumped up and started scheduling appointnts so that they wouldn't overlap with those who wanted to et him.
His companions were puzzled watching Patrick ticulously set up appointnts with a paper and pen.
Why was he doing that?
The question was quickly answered.
“Uhehehe, making money is the best~??. Suckers, gather around~?? Offer your money to ~??”
They say this bastard was a Great Master in his previous life.
* * *
For the past few days, Patrick had been consistently eting guests and converting the honor of winning the Arcana into money.
As skillfully as if he had done it several tis before.
The suckers, not knowing what kind of person Patrick was, were blinded by the halo of being the Arcana champion and a 7-star swordsman and offered expensive gifts.
At this tragic scene, Alex and his other companions lanted, realizing that justice in the world was dead.
“Still, since he’s not ripping off our country’s nobles, in a way, isn’t this earning foreign currency?”
“That’s true.”
“If we think about it in the best possible way, we can see it like that…. Wait a minute?”
A ominous thought suddenly crossed Alex’s mind.
“What’s wrong, senior?”
“Do you think what he’s doing now will really end here?”
“Yes? Ah! No way….”
“Couldn’t he do the sa thing when he returns to the kingdom? He’s the Arcana champion and at the 7-star level, isn’t he?”
It was entirely possible.
Especially since the Atronia Kingdom had been steeped in a sense of defeat and inferiority from not winning a single match in the Arcana, right?
If a winner erged in such a situation, the ripple effect would be beyond imagination.
“…O Yupinel.”
Patrick was diligently focused on his collection work day by day.
He avoided eting with big shots and focused on intensive etings with nobles who wouldn't be a big problem if he later ignored them.
And Patrick's wealth grew accordingly.
“Uhehehehehehehe.”
Then, one day….
“Patrick, you have a guest.”
“Huh? The next guest is in 30 minutes.”
“They ca without an appointnt.”
“How rude. Who is it?”
“The Sword Saint.”
“Tell him to go away.”
“……”
Isabella stared at Patrick with a sullen expression, as if to say, ‘Does that even make sense?’
Patrick scratched his head and said.
“Aish, alright. Tell him to co in for now. I’ll have to make it quick.”
This person was probably the only one who treated the great Sword Saint like a botherso leech.
A mont later, the Sword Saint entered before Patrick.
But he did not co alone.
“Hahaha. It's good to see you again, Schneider-gun.”
“The feeling is mutual, Young Master Schneider.”
The Sword Saint ca to see Patrick with his grandson, Garcia.
Patrick looked at the two, grandfather and grandson, with a sullen expression and said.
“Why did you co as a set? I’m busy as hell.”
“I ca because I have sothing to say.”
“I’m not taking disciples.”
“Keuheum, not as a disciple, but how about as companions who exchange sword arts?”
“Exchange?”
“Yes. A relationship where we complent each other's shortcomings and strive for a higher state.”
Look at this shaless old man.
Patrick crossed his arms and snorted.
“Do you still think you have sothing to teach ?”
“……”
The Sword Saint turned his head with an awkward expression.
“You’re being too harsh on an old man.”
“I’m also quite old… I’m not, but what do you want
to do?”
“Tsk.”
The Sword Saint clicked his tongue and thought.
‘It's a pity. Such a pity.’
He had seen the will and intent technique that Patrick showed in the final from up close.
He had drawn his sword and jumped in towards the nine ferocious dragons to save his grandson's life.
So he knew.
Patrick's skill was by no ans below his own.
No, in fact….
“Hahaha. Where did such a monster co from?”
“Shouldn’t you usually think that to yourself?”
“Huh? Did I say that out loud.”
“Yes. To the displeasure of the monster listening.”
“Hahahahahaha.”
“You’re funny….”
Patrick said indifferently.
“I’m busy. If you don’t have important business, please leave now.”
“I do have business. First of all…. Keuheum, Garcia.”
“Yes.”
At his grandfather's words, Garcia stood up abruptly.
Then, he walked past Patrick and towards Alex, who was behind him.
And then….
“Sir Alex Rowensky. I apologize. I was rude before.”
“Young Master Reynardo.”
“Please accept my apology.”
Alex was genuinely flustered.
He never thought that this Garcia would apologize to him.
And so politely, with his head bowed.
To the flustered him, Patrick said.
“What are you doing? If you receive an apology, you should respond.”
“Uh…. Keuheum.”
Alex cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and said.
“I accept your apology. So please raise your head.”
“Thank you.”
Garcia raised his head.
And the mont Alex t Garcia's eyes, he knew.
‘He has grown.’
Alex's level was below Garcia's.
So it was hard for him to know whether Garcia's level had risen or fallen.
But still, he could tell at a glance.
Whether as a swordsman or as a person, the current Garcia had definitely grown more than when he fought with him.
‘The world is so selfish. Damn it….’
A talented guy had beco even more talented.
It was enough to make one angry, but….
“Let’s forget the past now.”
“Thank you. But I think it will be difficult for
for a while. I have many people to apologize to in the sa way when I return to my country….”
“Hahaha.”
For so reason, Alex felt good.
The goal had beco higher.
But instead of despair, a sense of competitiveness arose.
‘Soday, I too….’
Thus, one bad connection was resolved.
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