Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 37: Some people use it as a restraint, some people use it as a support, and I...
The imprisoned miners were exchanged with the rebel soldiers from Svetla.
The rebel soldiers, who had taken off their armor and weapons, were taken into the previous mine.
But that’s not all.
Three people were released.
They were also given the war horses and dry food that originally belonged to them - these three people were going to "Snowfield City" to report the news.
It was precisely because of the departure of these three people that the entire exchange process became quite simple. The rebel soldiers of Lord Svetla were very cooperative and did not struggle at all.
They think all this is temporary.
Soon, when the 'duel' comes, they will not only regain their freedom, but also receive the respect and honor they deserve.
The miners who regained their freedom would not cause trouble. Under Art's arrangement, they returned to their respective rooms to rest, feeling grateful for having survived the disaster.
All subsequent sentry and patrol matters were also completed under Art's arrangement.
After doing all this, Art came to the outside of Goethe's tent.
Not only Goethe, all the soldiers of Halest lived in tents, setting up camp one by one according to the arrangement of military formations, forming a defensive fortification relying on the two mines.
"Master Goethe?"
"Come in."
The rough Art shouted, and only walked in after getting Goethe's affirmative answer.
The captain of the Grand Duke's Guard bowed and saluted.
Different from the previous polite etiquette.
It is a kind of courtesy after recognition.
When Goethe sent out a 'duel invitation' to Innos with 'Land of Svetla' as the stake, the squad leader of the Grand Duke's Guard truly regarded Goethe as a member of the Kremlin - because Goethe's style was exactly that of the Kremlin.
"Master Goethe, you were looking for me before?"
At Goethe's signal, Art sat down and asked.
"Is there a 'Bailey Bear' in Svetla's territory?"
Goethe asked directly.
Since it has been decided to break the deadlock with a 'duel', the core of the first baptism ceremony related to the warrior, 'tempering', must be prepared.
"certainly!"
"'Bailey Bears' are distributed throughout the North. Of course there are some in Svetla's territory. Moreover, it is summer now, which is the time when Bailey Bears are most active. Do you need me to help you find a Bailey Bear?"
Art guessed Goethe's thoughts almost instantly.
“Is it difficult?”
"No!"
"Three... no! Two days!"
"I will definitely help you find a healthy and fierce Bailey Bear within two days!"
In response to Goethe's question, Art immediately gave a guarantee.
Moreover, the rough captain immediately stood up and left the tent.
The tent curtain fell and then rose again.
Sheila came in.
This lady with multiple identities looked at Goethe with a very strange look.
After a few seconds—
"Isn't the 'Mad King's Legacy' in Svetla's territory?"
As Xila spoke, she stared closely at Goethe, trying not to miss any expression on Goethe's face.
"exist."
Goethe rolled his eyes.
Sheila frowned.
"Are you deliberately creating confusion?"
asked the woman with many identities.
"No."
"If you have nothing to do, go and rest."
Goethe said unhappily.
Who would have thought that after Goethe said this, Xila would smile.
"Sure enough, the 'Mad King's Legacy' is in the territory of Svetla. Otherwise, you wouldn't have traveled all the way from Lust to the North, and changed your original route from 'Soldier' to 'Warrior' - you made these changes after confirming some information that only you knew."
This lady with multiple identities looked just as I expected.
Goethe was too lazy to even speak.
After seeing Goethe's appearance, Sheila became more certain of her guess.
She raised her hand and grabbed Goethe's sleeve, looking at him with a pleading look.
"Don't forget your promise!"
"No big deal, no big deal... I'll just ask for less."
"Besides, I promise not to do anything to harm you—I swear!"
As she said this, Sheila swore and swore.
Goethe looked at Sheila who raised her hand to swear, and the image of the shoebill stork plucking its own feathers and giving them away suddenly emerged in his mind.
So similar.
"Uh-huh."
Goethe agreed casually.
Sheila jumped up happily, as if to say, "I'm very smart and nothing can be hidden from me."
Then, he left the tent happily.
"Sheila's teacher must be very hard-working, right?"
"That's why he's 'dead'."
"It's probably because he doesn't want to face such a smart 'Sheila'. "
Goethe thought about it, shook his head, stood up and opened the tent curtain.
Swart was walking towards them from a distance, carrying a pot.
"Hey, midnight snack!"
"I found bacon, potatoes, turnips, onions and bran bread in the miners' kitchen."
The sheriff placed the pot in the middle of the tent with a smile, then took out a plate, a spoon, and sliced bread from the cloth bag behind him.
The potatoes were stewed very soft, the kind that would turn into a paste when pressed with a spoon, so that the soup became thick, but the presence of radishes gave the thick soup a light yellow hue. But what made people most appetizing was that the fat from the bacon floated on the top of the soup, turning the originally light yellow soup into a golden color.
Goethe took a sip.
It has the right salty and fragrant taste. Then, I used my favorite way to eat it - soak the bread in the soup, let the bread absorb the soup, and then put it in my mouth and take a sip.
It melts in your mouth, the aroma of the soup is mixed with the flavor of wheat, even the bran becomes delicious.
"Here, try this."
Swart took out two grilled onions and handed one to Goethe.
The onion skin was burnt black, but the inside was soft and crispy.
There is no contradiction.
It is a kind of food that retains its freshness even after being cooked.
"How did you do that?"
Goethe was very curious.
He had cooked onions before, and the roasted onions were completely mushy, there was no way they could be this soft and crispy.
Swart smirked.
"Yes, grease!"
"Before roasting, cut a slit in the onion and drip some fat into it little by little. Only in this way can the onion remain crispy - this is our family secret recipe!"
"My mom taught me that!"
Swart was very proud.
Goethe did not speak, for his mouth was already full of food.
However, I can still give it a thumbs up.
This midnight snack took more than an hour to finish.
It wasn't that the meal took a long time. In fact, at Goethe's eating speed, he only finished in ten minutes. The reason it took a long time was because Swart was talking about all sorts of things nearby.
There is life and there are dreams.
It was not until this time that Goethe discovered that Swart actually had a dream of becoming a "sailor".
"Not really a sailor?"
“I think I want to travel around the world.”
"Or rather..."
"Wandering!"
The sheriff said this with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Who didn’t have some absurd dreams when they were young?”
Having said this, the sheriff began to clean up the tableware. When he walked to the tent curtain and Goethe lifted it, the sheriff asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Are you sure?"
"If you're not sure... just run!"
"Let's go to Fabol!"
"If all else fails, go to Ludes!"
"Just be alive, there's nothing shameful about it!"
Goethe smiled.
"I'm sure."
"Leave it to me."
Goethe said so.
The sheriff stared into Goethe's eyes, which were calm as always without any ripples. The sheriff nodded and turned to walk towards the miners' kitchen.
The steps are much easier than before.
Goethe restrained his smile and his expression became serious.
People have feelings.
It's hard to remain indifferent when others treat you with sincerity.
'You are not suitable to be a killer, you are suitable to be a cook!'
When he was in his hometown, his instructor ate the noodles he cooked and once commented on him like this - because the instructor exempted him from a punishment and allowed him to keep his fingers intact, so he used his insignificant points to exchange for ingredients in the club other than the nutritious meals and cooked a meal for the other party.
"yes."
"I'm not cut out to be a killer."
"Not suitable for being a cleaner ."
"Not even suitable to be a bounty hunter."
"At first, I really just wanted to be a cook, open a small night stall, cook my own specialties, gather two or three stools, put a TV and a radio, turn on the TV but mute it, and turn the radio to medium volume..."
"It's a pity that I ended up here on my first day of retirement."
Goethe subconsciously touched his trouser pocket.
But, I came back empty-handed.
No cigarettes, no lighters.
He could only lie down and lean on the bag full of coins.
Involuntarily, Gejiel K appeared in his mind.
Then came Enmlai.K and Simlai.K.
Next up, Scrooge.
Finally, we returned to Swart.
He felt sincerity from these people.
He couldn't ignore such sincerity.
His fingers touched the [Ring of the Mad King] on the index finger of his left hand.
The longest cooling time of the three dim stars is [2 days 09 hours 59 minutes].
So, he chose three days.
He hopes to give himself more chances.
Even if you fail in the face of a new 'secret realm', there is still a chance to turn things around.
call!
Goethe took a deep breath and looked at the white star that was like cream and emitting an alluring glow.
[Yes/No Consume 2000 gold grams to open the 'Secret Realm'? ]
…
"yes!"
After the affirmative answer, lights and shadows flashed before my eyes.
Lines of text began to appear.
[Entering the 'secret realm', judging...]
[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment passed! ]
[The original owner of the 'Secret Realm' has died, judging...]
[Determined to be dead! 】
[The new holder will start over with a new identity! ]
…
Suddenly, Goethe stood in a dilapidated house.
Everything around was smelly and moldy.
But an invitation is different.
The material is high-quality and the workmanship is exquisite. Even though it is stained with blood, it still cannot hide its luxury. It is written on it:
Tickets for the 10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament (Qualifying Round)!
