I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 371 & Chapter 372



Chapter 371 & Chapter 372



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Chapter 371 – I Take Back My Previous Words


Lui, who had been running, fell to the ground in front of me.


“Wait, Demon King… No, please… give us the body!”


“Calm down.”


I couldn’t understand what she was saying because she was out of breath and speaking in broken sentences, but I think she was asking for Yeld’s body to be handed over to her. I think she said something to the effect that she would be happy if I killed him.


“Let’s talk… at the mansion!”


I wonder what happened with Tig. When Myrril nods her head slightly, indicating that she is willing to hand over the body, I agree with a glance.


“Well, I don’t mind handing him over.”


Oh, that was very easy.


“I had a feeling it would come to this.”


“Then we will take care of this…”


“Luiiiiiiii…!”


Yeld, who was rolling around in the snowfield, dripping tears, snot, drool, and cold sweat, spreads his anger, hatred, and murderous intent towards Lui, who had just appeared. He tries to jump at her with his uninjured leg but is hit by her magic staff and ends up spilling blood and dropping his teeth. Yeld, you’re spilling too much.


“How dare you… A half-beast!”


The Surz are a wild minority tribe living on the frontier, but they’re not half-beasts or anything – they’re just normal humans. Somehow, it feels like the words are just an expression of discrimination and a desire to abuse them.


“You, Mead-sama, Wolle-sama’s enemy. Don’t think you can get away with this for free.”


The situation is not over yet, but I guess we’ll have to have more ‘discussions’ from now on.


“Hey, Lui, I don’t really understand, but what was that guy trying to do by attacking the mansion? Was he going to use some kind of dark magic and summon Mead Heibern’s voice?”


“Shut up! I will not… become the Demon King’s food…!”


Yeld began to gasp and shake, perhaps from excessive blood loss.


“…..?”


He rolled his eyes and fell onto his back. For a moment, I thought he was dead, but his chest was still moving, and he was exhaling white breath.


“He just fainted. Hurry and carry him back to the mansion.”


Lui looked around as she bowed her head, and when she realized that Yeld’s men weren’t dead either, she looked at us with a doubtful expression.


“Why do you let them live?”


“Well, because… for us, these small fry are too weak to be worth killing. They were weak soldiers, not even worthy of being called a ‘threat.'”


Myrril nodded with a smile, but it was a pretense that came to her just now.


She was satisfied with that for now, but something else was happening. Lui and her companions, the Surz, split up and carried Yeld and his men to the mansion. The attackers were still alive but unable to move because they had been shot in the knee and stripped of their clothes, so they would die of blood loss or freeze to death in about an hour.


“It might have been enough to keep some of them alive.”


“Maybe, but it’s too late now.”


By the way, the reason I didn’t kill the attackers was simply because I understood their intentions from Myrril’s shooting. First of all, it is much more difficult to neutralize someone by leaving them alive than to kill them with my shooting ability. And as for Myrril…


“I’m interested in the end of the ghost story.”


“I thought so. So am I.”


If we can get first-hand information, there’s nothing better. If we kill Yeld, the supposed mastermind, then all we’ll have is hearsay and speculation.


“I understand that, but why not tell the people from Battle Cry and Surz from the beginning?”


“At the time, it felt like I was expected to play the role of the ‘Demon King of Annihilation.’ If there was damage to our side, that would be another matter, but I thought there was no need to rush things.”


In short, she didn’t think too far ahead. Neither was I. If I don’t know what kind of enemy it is, I can’t make a judgment, and as long as I take it as a formality, whether I kill it or not will be up to the judgment of the scene, and it will be fine either way.


It seems like we’re starting to stop thinking about working with others.


In this case, however, it worked out. As soon as I opened the door to the mansion, I realized that.


Chapter 372 – Soul Prison


As Lui led us into the mansion, I saw three men from Surz standing in the entrance hall, armed like guards. I wondered what they had seen, but they all had tense expressions and looked around nervously, their backs stiff.


Next to them was an incense burner on a bedspread with what looked like a charm on it. The incense was burning, and the pale smoke it produced was flickering blue-white. I don’t know much about it, but I think it’s some kind of curse.


“…Could this be Mead, the previous owner of the mansion?”


I nod silently to Myrril, who speaks in a whisper. So it was puzzling that the Surz, who should have felt indebted to him and admired him in his lifetime, was acting strangely frightened. I tried to ask them about the situation, but neither Lui nor the male Surz would even look at us.


“The Battle Cry…”


“…T-they’re all in the study on the third floor.”


I could see the light from the hallway that one of the Surz was pointing at. The mansion was completely silent, and I couldn’t hear any voices or sounds.


“Thank you. Can you take care of these guys?”


“Y-yeah. But you need to bring Yeld with you.”


“Got it.”


I left the dying mercenaries Yeld had hired in the entrance hall and took Yeld up the stairs. I bound his thighs with his clothes, for there was blood on the floor and carpet. It might stop the blood flow, but he was the one I wanted to kill in the first place. I don’t care if he goes into necrosis. Yeld’s movements are slow due to blood loss and hypothermia. He almost fell a few times when his knees gave out, but each time, I pulled him up and made him walk.


The way he stopped, looking terrified, made me think Yeld knew something―probably what was waiting for him upstairs. I grabbed him by the collar and forced him up the stairs.


I didn’t know where the study was, but we didn’t get lost once we reached the third-floor corridor. There was only one room with a light on. I knocked on the open door and entered. The study, which was about 20 tatami mats in size by Japanese standards, had a large desk by the window and built-in bookshelves all along the walls. In the corner of the room, the five people from Battle Cry and the three men from Surz stood against the wall, ready for action. Though they had not drawn their weapons, the tension in the air was that of men facing an enemy they were determined to defeat.


I look around the room to see if there’s anything there, but I can’t see anything that looks like it.


“Sorry to keep you waiting.”


I grab Yeld by the neck and throw him to the ground. It’s a part of the room that’s not covered with carpet, so it’ll be fine even if some blood comes out.


“So, what happened? Did you meet the ghost of Mead?”


Yeld, who had been moaning on the floor, looked up and looked around.


“Mead… you say? W-where… where is it!”


“It’s not it, it’s he.”


Lui spat out the words in a cold voice and fixed her gaze on Yeld. The emotion in her eyes was neither anger nor hatred. It was a silent repulsion as if she was looking at a parasite that had been removed.


“So it was you who took Mead-sama’s life, wasn’t it?”


“That is not true, Lui.”


We heard a voice, and Lui’s hair swayed slightly as if someone had touched it. Everyone in the room jumped, their bodies shaking.


“He wants to know where the treasure is.”


Myrril and I looked around for the source of the voice, then followed Lui’s gaze to the ceiling.


“Hmm?”


“…H-hey, what the hell is this?”


The ceiling, decorated in a style reminiscent of religious paintings, looked like a huge landscape painting. The painting, which was designed to look like the sun was shining down and the emperor was descending from the sky, had a central figure that was the very image of the emperor…


“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”


A middle-aged man with a bald head appeared vaguely, scratching his head in a very embarrassed manner.


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