Chapter 115 : Chapter 115
115 Memoir (2)
First day of auction dawned.
Figured out Poruo’s terrain. Mastered structure of auction house, and matched harmony and zone with other guard groups all.
“How did it look?”
“Well. Seemed not to notice.”
“Still?”
“Says blank every day. Thinking continuously? Or replaying that day.”
“If that degree, well.”
Doesn't matter if Peres Art doesn't recognize Phantasmal Ability.
If reporting what happened in auction house that day without omitting single thing.
And if target of report is magician, naturally will recall Phantasmal Ability.
“Just wait.”
Even if Peres Art is stupider than thought, okay.
Then magician will come newly. Maybe visit in name of Basor entirely.
Although becomes somewhat bothersome, that degree is worth bearing.
‘Since not other place but Basor. Must look good. For now.’
1 PM.
Door of Poruo Auction House opened.
Poruo mayor conceived, entrusted design, managed, and hosted directly. Auction house that cannot help but bear city’s name.
“Confirmed.”
Strict procedure followed entry.
Those passed are one of two.
Have Poruo’s membership.
Or have distinct identity, and method to prove it.
“Going?”
“…Yes.”
Peres’s eyes met at entrance of auction house trembled.
‘Rather call spellcaster. Why such guy.’
Really maybe Peres’s brother is in White Tower as Deban’s guess.
Precious talent at that.
“Bet?”
“What bet?”
“Terror or no terror on first day.”
“I bet on none.”
“Then bet doesn't work.”
“If not I lose.”
Simurtr and Deban headed to designated zone.
Front of stage. Left seat is that zone. Assigned same seat as customers of auction house.
“This really works. Does Empire Information Bureau have influence in Poruo too?”
Position requested to Peres Art, didn’t know really works.
This auction is not schedule with loose seats.
Packed without empty seat even now, Simurtr occupied one of them.
“Not completely absent right. Since Imperial Family direct.”
“ compared to that you look uncomfortable.”
“I am not Mectera.”
Deban’s placement is not seat. Standing alone in left corridor.
Scanning auction house widely, Peres and Heide exist like that too. Occupying seat in this joint operation is only Simurtr and siblings.
“Why mind main family. Really passed Sword Head right?”
“Probably put up as auction item confidently since passed.”
“But why mind.”
“Not minding main family but young master.”
“Me? Why me.”
While talking with Deban in corridor, someone turned head to this side.
Known face.
“Oh. Came?”
Auction house became noisy too, so Simurtr approached that man. Next seat.
“Start now?”
“Already did. First auction item sold.”
Customer, but not customer.
One of guards receiving special treatment with Mectera.
‘Baramant’s 3rd Unit Captain.’
Free Knight Lachlan.
Acquainted during rehearsal happened past two days.
‘Heard Utopia of Free Knights.’
Baramant experienced directly was rather close to mercenary.
To them free, no stiffness peculiar to knight.
Simurtr had no reason to dislike. Usually got along well with mercenaries in past life too.
Of course limited to mercenaries with concept, anyway.
Lachlan was man sufficient to have goodwill.
“What was it?”
“Constant activation type magic tool. Saying raises magic affinity just by wearing but useless thing for us.”
Way Baramant runs heard directly from Lachlan, not different from ecology of mercenary group.
Meaning prefer immediate power. No leisure to raise affinity leisurely.
Not having magician either.
“Buy if necessary?”
“No reason not to buy. Our Captain received this guard request with such thought too. That gentleman entrusted 1 year fund to me.”
“Saying buy what? Exa’s Memoir?”
“Pu-heu! How buy that. If that Hero-nim’s thing, cannot buy even bringing lifetime fund.”
“Not saying won’t buy?”
“Because memoir to say the least.”
“Merely memoir?”
What to do seeing other’s diary.
“Merely! Tremendous memoir! That Hero-nim’s thing. Probably all participants wonder? Our Captain pretends not to but sign of wondering showed clearly.”
“…Seem not that degree.”
“That is word young master can say because didn’t experience war. Not other hero but Exa-nim. Was our hope.”
“…Exaggeration is severe.”
“Exaggeration! I am participant generation of 10 Year War, meaning Doom War. Have seen Exa Hero-nim’s appearance directly too, this implies. That person…….”
“Lachlan. How much did you bring?”
Simurtr cut off Lachlan’s words.
Hearing hero cloud-cloud from other’s mouth is surprisingly very embarrassing thing.
“I brought half year salary separately too. Buying with fund belongs to Baramant.”
Lachlan tapped flank and said.
Sound of gold coins splashing rang from pouch in bosom.
“Young master not buying anything?”
Lachlan asked with shining eyes.
Mercenary likes chatter. Don’t know other Baramant, but at least Lachlan does so.
Furthermore opponent is that famous Mectera. No reason to refrain conversation.
Meeting with rare figure makes Lachlan protagonist of drinking party, and content of conversation transforms to side dish of that seat.
“Well. Don’t know if anything to buy.”
“Haha. When we worry if can buy, young master worries if there is something to buy.”
“I have lots of money. Because don’t pour money into drink price like you.”
“That is true too.”
“Yeah. Should have endured eating cheap usually.”
“O-ho. Cannot bear that. Don’t know when die and save money. How. Shall have a drink when this request ends?”
“I am minor.”
“In mercenary world priority is face and body and skill rather than years lived.”
“Meaning I look old?”
“Not? Seem snout proving right now too.”
Nobody doesn't mind age as much as mercenary. They mind power possessed rather than age.
He admitted Simurtr with just two meetings. Although lacking compared to Degrate, mercenary is also class eating with tact.
“But young master really no interest?”
Skill is skill, but from before Lachlan was favorable to Simurtr or siblings.
“Main family passed Sword Head. Must mean useless thing.”
“Still young master family’s Hero-nim’s thing.”
“No thought. Must be merely diary.”
“Well. In my eyes seems not.”
“Watch auction. Starting now.”
***
“Now. Today’s last item! Bracelet crafted by Manoa’s famous artisan Heitamun. Dispel magic capable of nullifying magic below 3rd Circle is built-in. Starting price 3 million. Calling price 50,000.”
Heitamun’s bracelet is quite attractive magic tool. Magic tool built-in Dispel is rare too.
Proof is auction continuing quite long, and jumping to several times starting price.
‘Manoa.’
Family belonged to Basor but escaped after end of war. Artisan family immersing in production and crafting through magic rather than training of magic.
Interest doesn't rise particularly. Heard successful bidder’s number but forgot soon.
“Heu-heu.”
First day of auction ended safely.
No terror and No. 88 Lachlan won item quite liking.
Simurtr looked at his number tag.
No. 87. Number never raised once.
At least in today’s auction, item liking didn’t come out.
‘My memoir exists.’
Memoir.
Didn’t see. Poruo mayor hosting auction, picked that item as No. 1 to protect yet didn’t show it.
Just obtained information that auction will start on last day, which customers all know.
‘What memoir?’
Simurtr couldn't understand existence of memoir at all.
Not a single guessing corner.
Diary? What written on earth? Rather if keepsake like sword or armor would have accepted.
Even if interest arose wouldn't be this degree.
‘I wrote something like diary? During war? Not retard?’
Simurtr frowned.
During wartime no time to scribble such crap.
Never left common log or testament that commanders write saying want to be recorded in history.
‘…Must see to know. Won’t someone rob.’
Simurtr greeted dawn thinking such thought.
Rather if memoir stolen, chasing them and suppressing can examine it secretly.
“When comes terrorist.”
“Won’t come. Knowing Information Bureau participated. If mercenary maybe but getting marked by place like Information Bureau is bothersome.”
“That is dislike.”
“Pardon?”
Roof of Poruo Auction House.
Simurtr waved hand meeting eyes with Lachlan looking up.
He was just shifting. Baramant took charge of main gate night guard of auction house.
“Reassuring since young master watches from there.”
“What. Won’t help until before dying.”
If terror targets main gate, Simurtr must support Baramant.
If simultaneous, will jump to most dangerous place.
In this auction house guard operation, meaning Simurtr is most outstanding skilled person.
Baramant and of course other mercenary groups admitted such fact during past two days.
“What person is your Captain?”
Simurtr asked Lachlan just about to leave.
“Roughly gentleman doing sword.”
“Appearance?”
“That I haven’t seen yet either.”
Didn’t see own Captain face?
“You aren’t Baramant right? Mercenary right?”
“O-ho. Obvious 3rd Unit Captain.”
“But why don’t know.”
“Always covers. Besides body is huge gentleman wearing thick full body armor. 10 years passed never seen taking off helmet.”
“Even in summer?”
“Prepared magic tool adjusting temperature.”
“Sincerity tremendous.”
Simurtr clicked tongue.
“Will is tremendous. Human going like that in desert too.”
“Desert? Hindra?”
“Correct. Great Desert Hindra. Staying there even now. So I came here instead.”
“Why there? Something to do?”
“Likes desert walk.”
“Believe that?”
“What can do. Must believe. Situation not knowing face. If that degree will worth respecting. So enduring. What. Someday tell won’t he.”
Curiosity rises.
Can believe like that not knowing face?
What human Baramant’s Captain is on earth.
“Stronger than you? If your degree Main family would treat preciously.”
“Give Sword Head seat too?”
“Ey. Where without conscience. Lachlan, if your degree exactly Senior.”
“Merely with our relationship? Give Great Swordsman seat.”
“Ey. Can’t. You not Sword Master yet.”
“Will be soon.”
“Become and come. Then.”
“Don’t forget that word, young master. Then take Captain too at that time. Go and have drink together. At that time young master adult too.”
“Why Captain there. Sword Head material?”
“Of course. If our Captain, can win Sword Head seat easily.”
Lachlan’s voice was full of confidence.
Only don’t know face, seem not not knowing skill. Indeed.
‘So human of that size follows.’
Don’t know why became Free Knight, but even judging with eyes of past life Lachlan is outstanding.
Word becoming Sword Master soon is not bluff.
‘Won’t come though.’
Doesn't it sound so just hearing voice.
Won’t leave Baramant. Don’t know who Captain is but charm overflows.
“Then young master suffer.”
“Don’t drink alcohol.”
“Don’t drink when running request.”
“Person is not completely rotten.”
“Of course. Since Baramant. Young master don’t sleep secretly.”
Lachlan left to accommodation.
Boredom subsided briefly stretched again.
“Retard robbing today won’t exist right?”
“Even if rob rob tomorrow. Or last auction time.”
“Right?”
“Right.”
Heard 20 auction items traded per day. Last day 10.
Value of last 10 superiorly higher than preceding 40.
Didn’t Hella’s auction house do so too. Most delicious thing must eat at last.
‘Troubling if close door touching uselessly on first day.’
If terror occurs, probability is high happening on last day.
Or tomorrow night.
“What time now?”
“1 o’clock.”
“Only 1 hour passed?”
Simurtr frowned.
Shift time with Ael, Heide is 3 o’clock.
2 hours ahead. Simurtr suddenly missed battlefield.
When predicting gap in advance and ambushing, time flowed crazily fast.
“Tell fun story.”
“Eu.”
***
Auction second day.
Simurtr headed to auction house expecting.
From today slowly. Unlike first day, possibility of event happening will increase significantly.
“Bet?”
“Terror or no terror?”
“I exist.”
“I do none.”
“Wish bet?”
“Good.”
Deban nodded grinning.
Although event surely exploded if with Simurtr, this time different.
Kua’s black curtain became quiet thanks to Bahab.
Peres Art sent by Deputy Director lowers eyes completely.
Although danger of terror exists, in auction house exist Empire’s Information Bureau and Mectera.
Although merely Investigator and agent one, and siblings and formal swordsman one at best…… that Simurtr exists.
‘Became quite famous.’
Simurtr himself doesn't know.
He already built considerable fame among Empire nobles. Banquet Castle of Bahab. Simurtr suppressed Bahab’s eldest son lightly there.
Nobles invited to Banquet Castle are those sincere in all noble activities. Meaning don’t rest social activities.
‘Just that sufficient, there Akarr Bahab poured oil even.’
Poruo’s mayor met eyes far away also knows that fact.
He has countless strings connected with Empire nobles.
“Entering auction house now.”
Mayor approached before knowing stared at Simurtr with eyes full of interest.
“Yes. So…….”
Kuore Hakeman.
“Shall call Mayor Kuore?”
Simurtr heard Deban’s lip shape and spoke remaining.
“Kuore is fine. Cannot boast position in front of Empire’s Black Sword.”
Solid body not looking like trade city’s mayor. Well-groomed face.
Simurtr surprised slightly. Poruo mayor seen in past life was pig full of grease.
“What cannot boast. Field different.”
“Haha. Happy more famous Black Sword’s youngest-nim saying so.”
“Pardon?”
“Heard story of Hero Family Bahab’s Banquet Castle luckily. Defeated Bahab’s successor, genius Hero Akarr-nim admired.”
“…….”
“Originally didn’t need Information Bureau’s help, but didn’t they say famous Simurtr-nim included?”
Ah.
Simurtr opened mouth lightly. Turned head, Deban avoided eyes.
‘Minding me not Mectera meant this?’
Realized reason responding to bet obediently now.
“Wanted to see Mectera’s rising star rumor prevalent among Empire nobles directly.”
Simurtr laughed with effort looking at Kuore asking handshake laughing brightly.