Chapter 121 : Chapter 121
Chapter 121
The [Inventory] was a basic function of the game.
Its internal space was infinite, it always maintained the state of items as they were when put in, and there was virtually no quantity limit.
Thanks to this, Reinhardt could easily transport the massive amount of loot he had acquired from this battle.
RUMBLE-
And it was just as convenient to take the stored items out.
Reinhardt was like a mage handling an interdimensional pocket.
The large warehouse of the Taton Knights was filled with all sorts of byproducts in an instant.
‘I’m glad I purified them beforehand.’
Thanks to the generous use of neutralizing agents, all the byproducts were in a purified state.
They were at a level where even an ordinary person could touch them without issue.
After pouring out the enormous contents, Reinhardt left the warehouse.
CLANG-
When the iron door opened, Ethan Taton was visible.
He was wearing a smile that seemed resigned.
“Am I getting old? My memory has been hazy lately. All these goods must have been here since yesterday, right?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know why I forgot that fact. It’s really strange. Why did I think this warehouse had been empty for days….”
“I believe it might be due to exhaustion from your heavy workload.”
“The only one who understands my heart is Sir Reinhardt. I must be mentally and physically exhausted from carrying out my duties as commander.”
Ethan nodded and surveyed the inside of the warehouse.
The amount of byproducts was truly staggering.
It was far more than what had been sent to the north before.
‘…These things have been here since yesterday.’
Ethan told himself.
He snipped away the doubt that kept trying to sprout in his mind with a pair of scissors.
‘Yes, they were here. I must have forgotten.’
Ethan won the battle against himself.
Once he acknowledged and accepted the fact, his mind felt much clearer.
“I can send these to the north as well, right?”
“I would appreciate it. The same way as last time.”
“It’s nothing difficult compared to what you have accomplished, Sir Reinhardt. I will arrange for cargo carriages immediately. I should probably hire carters officially soon. Along with the carriages they own.”
“I believe that is a wise decision.”
“I’ll handle it as thoroughly as last time. So….”
Having adapted to the situation, Ethan looked at Reinhardt with expectant eyes.
“What happened this time?”
The process that had to precede hearing the report was mental preparation.
It meant he must not be surprised by whatever came out of Reinhardt’s mouth.
Even if a demon with spread wings were to pop out tomorrow.
“A high-ranking warlock targeted Cardinal Dalton. There were casualties, but all the enemies were repelled.”
The grim report flowed out in a calm tone.
However, Ethan’s mind was at ease.
‘This incident is much lighter than I feared.’
This was why mental preparation was so important.
If he prepared for a demon that might pop out at any moment, news about a high-ranking warlock was something he could easily brush aside.
Then, Ethan realized something was strange.
“Wait, did you say Cardinal?”
“Yes. A Cardinal.”
Ethan knew of the clergyman named Dalton.
He was originally a Bishop. The fact that he was performing the duties of a Bishop at a young age meant he was a promising talent within the order, but.
“Wasn’t it just a short while ago that he became an Archbishop?”
“That is correct.”
“And now he’s a Cardinal?”
“Yes.”
“How is that possible?”
“Nothing is impossible for them. If it is the will of God.”
“The, the will of God.”
Ethan knew what that meant.
It meant an oracle had been delivered. That God had personally singled out Dalton and elevated him to the position of Cardinal.
“…You were close with His Eminence Cardinal Dalton, weren't you, Sir Reinhardt?”
“Yes. We are close.”
“Th-then, the reason you departed so hastily this time was….”
“I received an oracle. I was told that Cardinal Dalton needed help.”
CRACK-
Ethan’s jaw was on the verge of dislocating.
The youngest Cardinal of a major religious order. A young knight close to such a Cardinal. Truma. An oracle. And-
“As expected of Sir Reinhardt.”
Ethan stopped thinking.
He suppressed the blooming suspicions. He decided not to trouble himself with thoughts related to Reinhardt any longer.
Reinhardt was Reinhardt.
The things he did were things that could happen.
Because it was Reinhardt. Because he was a genius knight who was beyond common sense, whose limits were impossible to fathom.
“You said Dirk is in training?”
After clearing his mind, Ethan barely managed to bring up a ‘sensible’ topic.
“Yes. He is in training. It is not far from Serigel, and he is honing his swordsmanship against the fangs and claws of magical beasts.”
“Fangs and claws, you say. Do they have the same strength as the ones stored in here?”
“That is correct.”
“Has there been any progress?”
“There has definitely been progress. Dirk will be able to slay a magical beast in the near future.”
“That is something to be congratulated for.”
And then Ethan closed his mouth.
He thought about what to say, and barely found a way to conclude the conversation.
“I-I will go do the task you ordered me to do! No, not ordered! The task you requested! I think I’ll be busy for a while!”
“If there is anything to report, I will visit you again.”
“No! It’s fine! Unless it’s absolutely necessary, there’s no need to do so!”
Ethan turned his back and hastily left the place.
It was a desperate struggle not to lose his grip on reason.
Watching his retreating back, Reinhardt let out a hollow laugh.
‘He certainly is mentally tough.’
If it had been anyone else, it wouldn't have been strange for them to have fallen into a panic long ago.
It had been a series of events that defied common sense.
But Ethan seemed to have decided not to think too deeply about it.
At this point, there was no wiser decision than that.
“Bitdori.”
“Peep!”
Reinhardt headed to his quarters with Bitdori.
He closed the door and, in the now-familiar space, analyzed the given situation.
“Can you do what you did this time again? I mean, clearing away the magical beast and leaving only the necessary materials.”
Bitdori had gained a new ability.
It disassembled the magical beast, leaving only the valuable materials in its place.
“Peep- Peeeep!”
Bitdori answered energetically, then explained something using a mix of hand and foot gestures.
It pointed to the sky and flexed its arms to show off its strength.
For Reinhardt, who had mastered Bitdori linguistics, it was not difficult to understand.
“You mean it’s a new power granted by Truma?”
“Peep.”
“And you can do it anytime in the future.”
“Peeeep!”
“Excellent. Was there anything else besides that?”
Perhaps it had gained other abilities as well.
He had hoped so, but Bitdori shook its head.
The help Truma offered went only that far.
It had simplified the process of collecting spoils after a battle.
‘Even this alone is a great help. At this point in time, that is.’
Magical beasts were beginning to appear in earnest.
The demand for neutralizing agents would increase, and it was obvious that equipment processed from magical beast byproducts would sell like hotcakes.
‘Come to think of it, it’s almost too appropriate of a help. As if it knows how things will unfold from now on.’
Truma was watching Reinhardt with interest.
And perhaps, Agrio-s as well.
Reinhardt realized he was now standing in the eye of the storm.
Gods and demons. He had unintentionally monopolized the attention of both sides.
‘It feels like I’m being swept away by the current, but in any case, I have no choice but to do what I can in this situation.’
There weren’t many options.
But he was used to this kind of situation.
From the moment he had first fallen into this place, Reinhardt had always been forced to make choices.
‘Dalton said he would come as soon as he settles things over there, and Dirk will need time until he levels up….’
It was a time that required a little waiting.
And when he had to wait, Reinhardt had the best option to kill time.
<Reinhardt>
[Post) It’s been a while.]
Reinhardt opened the community and began to write a post.
‘He said I just have to skip the parts related to the Demon Cult….’
Han Yura had requested that.
She had asked him not to leak any information related to the Demon Cult to the community.
The appearance of the cult signaled the beginning of Part 2, and if that happened, it would create difficulties for her and Team Leader Choi Ho-jun’s activities in the real world.
[The alchemy workshop and smithy have started full-scale operations. For now, they’re churning out neutralizing agents, and they’re also processing the loot from the magical beasts we’ve caught.]
[It’ll take some time until equipment is fully supplied, but for now, the overall situation doesn’t seem too bad?]
[By the way, Truma sent an oracle through Bitdori. Was this originally possible? Wasn’t this an impossible system in the original work?]
He summarized the general situation, reported how much the people around him had grown, and also described the attitudes of transcendent beings like Truma and Agrio-s.
Since clear images were registered along with it, it was a post where even someone who didn’t know could grasp Reinhardt’s situation at a glance.
ㄴAnonymous4: The Cardinal is out already? lol
ㄴAnonymous5: srsly isn’t that too fast
ㄴAnonymous8: That damn Bitdori is just lololol
ㄴAnonymous11: You not talking with Aslan again today??
ㄴReinhardt: waiting
ㄴAnonymous12: what are you waiting for lololol
ㄴReinhardt: he’s been busy lately too. the situation doesn’t look too good.
Reinhardt chuckled as he exchanged words with the anonymous players.
In this moment, even his complicated worries disappeared.
It felt like he was tapping on a keyboard while enjoying chicken and beer.
ㄴAnonymous24: what happened to irien?
ㄴReinhardt: idk? she’s probably growing up well. haven’t heard anything in particular. i’m gonna get her some gear soon so i’ll probably find out then?
ㄴAnonymous27: she didn’t even send a thank you letter? how ungrateful lol
ㄴReinhardt: i’m just grateful if she grows up right…….
ㄴAnonymous39: you’re gonna keep raising dirk too?
“Of course I have to. His specs are screaming to be raised as a tank.”
He had good durability and fast recovery.
Above all, his synergy with Irien could not be ignored.
As he was thinking that and writing a comment.
ㄴ(Aslan): Are you available now?
ㄴ(Reinhardt): Yes.
As soon as he saw Han Yura’s comment, Reinhardt focused on his conversation with her.
ㄴ(Aslan): I mentioned before that I was going to run a simulation, right? The results kept not coming out. Errors kept occurring midway through.
ㄴ(Reinhardt): Did it fail?
ㄴ(Aslan): No. In the end, it just succeeded. I added the content of the post you just wrote to the source code, you see? Then the results came out.
‘What does that mean.’
Did she mean she referenced the post he had just written? As he was thinking that, Han Yura’s comments followed one after another.
ㄴ(Aslan): Truma gave an oracle to the spirit of light, and through that, requested help from you directly, and Agrio-s gave permission to kill Rosmein, right?
ㄴ(Reinhardt): Yes.
ㄴ(Aslan): And Bitdori gained a strange ability. The simplification of the loot recovery process. Ah, that’s a convenience feature I put in, but it wasn’t supposed to be unlocked right now.
ㄴ(Reinhardt): So what exactly are you trying to say?
ㄴ(Aslan): I’m saying I added all the conditions I just mentioned to the simulation. And then a conclusion was reached. About what kind of situation you are in right now.
ㄴ(Reinhardt): Please continue.
ㄴ(Aslan): It seems Agrio-s and Truma have reached some sort of agreement. Instead of taking risks and fighting each other, they’ve chosen to fight in a different way. Through you.
The more he heard, the harder it was to understand.
For Reinhardt’s sake, Han Yura presented a summarized conclusion.
ㄴ(Aslan): It means Truma and Agrio-s have made a bet on you. And the stakes will be the fate of that world.