Chapter 128 : Chapter 128
Chapter 128 Noah Basor (2)
Noah Basor.
A prodigy born in an era of peace, who achieved the 7th circle at the mere age of 18.
‘A talent greater than the hero Kaliak Basor.’
One who should have been born earlier, who is evaluated to have become a hero of the Doom War had he done so.
A monster unprecedented in the history of Basor, whose talent surpasses that of the current Duke of Basor in his youth.
The cursed, or blessed, Basor.
‘As expected of a lover.’
Woodeudeuk.
A sound of gradually dislocating bones is coming from the neck of such a Noah Basor.
The white that surrounds his entire body is blurring Simurtr's form, but that is not Phantasmal Ability.
It means it is a product of his own talent, effort, and experience, not Degrate's.
And that product is now subduing the monster of Basor with simple ease.
‘For the sake of Degrate.’
He is not materializing an illusion.
If he had, he could have subdued him much more easily and simply.
Rubi felt like she could understand why James of Hella praised his lover so much.
Right now, Simurtr is even worrying about a mere crow.
“Keok…!”
His neck bone was about to break.
It was then that Noah Basor's hand moved.
A current that suddenly arose in his palm flowed through Simurtr's Baekhwa.
‘Quite…’
Powerful.
I heard he was the same age as the siblings, but his skills are beyond that.
But I can endure it.
As I was thinking that, this time the opposite hand twitched. The wooden ring on his index finger multiplied.
The grown branches soon became a thick tree.
It was not a basic skill of a battle mage, having a formula separately engraved on his body.
‘Imagery Manifestation.’
The head of the five Magic Towers.
A unique magic of Basor, not permitted to any other Magic Tower head.
‘Just a mimicry of the Word Spirit.’
He doesn't know its mechanism.
However, he knows that it is a fruit that has been devised to catch up to the dragon race and has been repeatedly revised over generations.
It is the reason why they are coveting Degrate's Phantasmal Ability.
‘Trying to change a mere mimicry into the original.’
A large tree with the wooden ring as its root grew in the middle of the general store.
It forcibly separated Noah Basor and Simurtr.
The tree was thick, but not tall. It was adjusted so as not to destroy the general store.
“Heok…!”
That consideration made him hesitate to attack.
Simurtr watched as Noah Basor caught his breath.
Even after recovering to some extent, the man does not manifest magic.
He was just looking this way with a bewildered look.
“Alengdre Heichi… it's not you.”
Before he could rush in, it was because Simurtr had materialized an illusion on his face.
“It is.”
“No. The magician Heichi is a battle mage, but it is evaluated that he lacks close-quarters combat skills.”
“I worked hard.”
“He favors the orb.”
“I changed my style.”
“If he engages in battle, his preferred method is to start with a giant fireball and then increase its power with wind.”
“I changed that too. It's too predictable if I do that every time I fight.”
It's not the Red Tower headquarters.
Alengdre is just a 5th-circle nobody from a branch.
For some reason, that Basor knew such a man in detail.
“Phantasmal Ability, Degrate. You're a Degrate. I've finally come to the right place.”
At some point, Noah Basor had finished his reasoning on his own. He looked happy.
Simurtr could not follow such a magician's thought process. He didn't want to either.
‘Noah Basor. Not just any spellcaster, but a Basor? In a remote place like this?’
From the moment he first entered.
The man was certain that this general store, that Rubi, was a crow.
It means that Basor has caught Degrate's tail.
‘A caught crow cannot break its own snare.’
It is a rule of Degrate.
If caught, they must pierce their own neck along with the snare.
Simurtr looked at Rubi. She had just taken out a dagger a little shorter than her forearm.
Basor or Rubi. It is a problem that can be solved only if one of them dies.
And if he had to choose one of the two… it would naturally be Basor.
The reason why Rubi's dagger is now aimed at her own neck.
“I am sorry, Noble Person.”
Just as it was about to touch her skin, the magic that stretched out from the Baekhwa crushed the dagger.
“Rubi, not you. You die.”
Naturally.
Simurtr chose Basor.
He showed his bare face while drawing Elder.
It is a resolution to kill Noah Basor on this spot.
He only wanted to make known the Phantasmal Ability, he has no intention of letting Basor catch Degrate's tail.
“I swear on the name of Noah Basor on mana.”
Noah Basor suddenly shouted.
It was when Sword Aura was being loaded onto Elder.
“About the crow and you. And about Degrate, I will never divulge. About the Phantasmal Ability you showed, I will never…”
“Wait. Stop.”
“Never…”
“No. I said shut up. Just say that much.”
You can talk about my Phantasmal Ability.
***
The exact talent he had been looking for was right in front of him.
For what reason? Noah Basor was looking for a crow.
To be precise, Degrate.
‘But his purpose isn’t Phantasmal Ability?’
The man noticed that this side had materialized an illusion.
‘But he’s not greedy for it?’
Simurtr heard and saw the person named Noah Basor for the first time today.
Rubi seemed to know the man, but he couldn't ask. He was still facing the man.
‘Is that a Basor?’
That's why he couldn't understand that upright face.
To be precise… those eyes.
His face resembled Kaliak Basor, but his eyes were not. They were dim, and at the same time, upright.
It's not because contradictory emotions were mixed.
It's because it was an emotion that could not have come from growing up under the selfish and dogmatic Kaliak Basor.
“How did you know?”
“The Phantasmal Color was different, so I was confused, but I knew because the aura was foreign.”
He noticed the unique materialization process of Phantasmal Ability.
It means he has a very sensitive sense of ki, as befits his talent.
“Aren't you tempted?”
He removed the tree that was in the middle of the general store.
He brought Noah Basor to the warehouse, and until they sat facing each other.
Simurtr was looking directly into the man's eyes. The man was the same. He didn't avoid it, he looked straight back.
“I am tempted. But it is not important.”
He had changed.
When he spoke to Rubi.
And when Simurtr launched a surprise attack, the man's eyes were dead. It was like looking at a soldier who had lost a comrade.
“Why isn't it important?”
“Phantasmal Ability is not my original purpose.”
“It's Basor's purpose.”
“…That is not something I can say for certain.”
But now?
He was starting to liven up. It wasn't because he had discovered Phantasmal Ability.
‘It's not Degrate. I've found a crow.’
Noah Basor is faithful to his original purpose.
He doesn't know what that purpose is, but he was starting to have expectations from the fact that he had found a crow.
“All I can say for certain is myself. And I have absolutely no intention of harming Degrate.”
Simurtr does not doubt Noah's words.
The Mana Oath.
It is a burdensome act for everyone who possesses magic, but for spellcasters, it is more impactful than any disaster in the world.
“How did you find the crow?”
“I would like to tell only the crow about that… but you must be the crow's superior. Are you perhaps a Degrate?”
It was almost a monologue.
Even though he had seen the Phantasmal Ability himself, he doesn't conclude that Simurtr is a Degrate.
This is how much magicians do not tolerate certainty.
“If you don't answer, we won't tell you either.”
This side has the upper hand.
He doesn't know the reason… but Noah is desperate enough to even make a Mana Oath.
“The head of the Information Bureau's investigation department had specified a few crow's nests once. However, they were all wrong, and this was the last one.”
“To Basor?”
The fact that the investigation department head had searched for crows was not very surprising.
Isn't it the same for Peres Art and the deputy director of the Information Bureau? The Information Bureau is currently being controlled by Basor.
They would have naturally started looking for what Basor wanted. Degrate is one of the things Basor wants the most.
“No. Only I know. Basor doesn't know.”
“And you swear on it?”
“I will if you wish.”
“Do it.”
He actually did it.
Is he crazy? Simurtr's eyes widened.
“Why do only you know?”
“Because he told only me. I have a connection with the investigation department head.”
“He told you, and only you, information that Basor would go crazy for?”
“He might have thought that it would be known to Basor through me.”
“But you didn't tell Basor?”
“That's right.”
“Why?”
“If I did, I wouldn't be able to get what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“Information.”
“Is that more important than Phantasmal Ability?”
“I can walk the path of magic on my own. Perhaps I might even see the end of it someday.”
Looking to the side, I saw Robi holding up her fingers.
Seven. It meant 7th circle.
‘Already?’
Certainly.
At that level, he deserves to be arrogant.
It means he's already on the verge of becoming a great magician at the age of 18.
‘The best among the direct descendants I’ve seen so far.’
More than Mectera's siblings and Beden.
A raw gem more outstanding than Bahab's Hejel and Haryun.
‘Kaliak Basor. That bastard has luck with his children too?’
The one who even conducted Kua's experiments with his own blood relative.
The bastard who made Barote like that and killed him.
‘For what he is, a father.’
Simurtr looked at Noah.
The reason his neat clothes were damaged was that Simurtr had attacked.
He had been searching for crows, but there were no signs of hardship. He was raised delicately, and he grew up.
I don't even need to ask to know that his pride in his family is great.
When he first proposed the oath, Noah had mentioned his family first before his own name.
“If you want information, ask the Information Bureau. Isn't that place crawling with Basor right now?”
“…As expected of someone close to Degrate. To know all about the main family's movements. You must also know that the deputy director of the Information Bureau is the disciple of the White Tower's head.”
I hadn't heard that yet.
“That's why it's not possible. I do not wish for what I am doing to reach my father's ears.”
There is no hostility or wariness.
On the contrary, the expectation only amplifies.
The man was happy that this side's information network was better than expected.
“So please accept the request.”
“You want it?”
“The commission fee can be paid as much as you want.”
“I can do it for free.”
“No. The fee must be paid.”
“No. Pay with something else. Not money.”
***
After confirming Noah Basor's safety.
Simurtr called for Ayade.
Since he had made a Mana Oath, nothing would happen even if he proceeded with his work in front of him.
He had already decided to use Noah Basor as a witness.
“It smells like trash.”
I don't know if it really smells.
Ayade entered the warehouse while holding her nose.
Is it me? As Simurtr smelled his own sleeve, Noah Basor also brought his collar to his nose.
“Not Egna. Ah. It's not Rubi either.”
Ayade's eyes were looking at Noah.
It was very different from when she had faced Simurtr or Rubi.
It was the eyes of a beast looking at its prey, or an intruder who had invaded its territory.
“A beastman?”
“The deputy commander uncle was right. The hero families really are trash.”
“Why do you think so?”
Like a spellcaster.
Noah knew the order well.
Rather than responding with emotion, he first sought to know the cause of the emotion the other party was emitting.
“Don't pretend you don't know. Egna. Can I kill him?”
“No. You can't. But you probably can't kill him anyway.”
“Is he stronger than the magicians I met in Hindra? Even though he's trash?”
“Trash that isn't weak is disposed of.”
“So he's non-disposable trash. But if you're not going to kill him, why did you call me?”
He met magicians in Hindra.
Noah Basor focused on those words.
“What are you looking at?”
“Did you meet magicians from the Red Tower in Hindra? Perhaps Alengdre Heichi as well?”
“How long are you going to pretend you don't know? Egna. I really can't take it anymore.”
Even now, the four children hiding in the attic of the general store are huddled together.
It was because they had realized that a magician, and the head of the Magic Tower, Basor, had come.
“You see, Noah Basor. Why do you think she's like that?”
“The magicians from the Red Tower must have committed some discourtesy.”
“Right. That's why they all died.”
“Was it such a great discourtesy?”
Noah Basor did not react even to the words that the magicians had died.
No. He did, but he held it in.
Under the desk, Simurtr saw Noah's fingernails digging into his palm.
“It's far from enough. What the hell are you bastards doing now?”
“May I ask what they were doing?”
“Really?”
He's holding this in?
A strange light appeared in Simurtr's eyes.