OBS Chapter 809
Chapter 809
episode 809 danger to baybon (5)
the real one recognizes the real one.
“he looks like a beggar for once. what is your name?”
the old beggar, who was staring at ray, asked.
“this is ray.”
“ugh. i think i’ve heard of it somewhere...”
when the old man tries to fall into thought.
ray, who felt sorry for him, quickly changed the subject.
“by the way, what should we do now?”
‘do i really have to learn magic under the old man?’ the old man gave a short sigh.
“he’s a guy with a lot of guts. i like you.”
“the courtship is over. please give me an answer.”
“the more i look at it, the more i like it. hehehe.”
the old man took a sip from the keg stuck in his side and headed somewhere.
then he brought a couple of oak barrels and poured them into a small pit.
juruk-
“ugh!”
“what is this?”
a terrible stench threw the sacred gymnasium into a mess.
the old man replied indifferently.
“it’s human.”
“if it’s this person...”
“it’s human shit.”
the audience froze coldly at his savory answer.
taking small iron marbles out of his pocket, he threw them into the human pit.
by the time all the iron marbles have sunk.
the old man, who was still calm, said.
“take it out.”
those words, like thunder from the sky, shocked not only the sons of nobles but even the members of the commoners.
“take it out...?”
“no kidding, teach me.”
whatever they said, the old man continued.
“there are as many marbles as there are people. you can take it out by hand or use magic. those who took it out, go back and rest or drink, do it yourself.”
after that, the old man sat down on his butt in the shade of a nearby tree and, as expected, sipped his drink.
the members who were left in front of the human waste looked at the pit in embarrassment.
my stomach hurts just by looking at it.
you want me to take that out?
how can you say that!
in front of an unbelievable reality, there will always be those who rebel.
sure enough, a man named kirk, who had made the adventurer’s guild buzz as a rising supernova the other day, protested.
“i don’t know if it’s magic, but we have no choice but to use the sword! this is not fair!”
then the old beggar went to work.
“hey! if you want to become a man and start crying without even trying, just take it off and go!”
“what’s wrong with taking her away...”
“if you don’t want to get poop on your cherished sword, shouldn’t you show the spirit of pulling it out with your hands!”
kirk was stunned by the naked words.
“i can’t follow! isn’t this just bullying!”
“huh! even though you can’t claim self-mortification, you don’t consider it as an ascetic practice, so your learning must be shallow.”
“anyway, i won’t!”
“goyan bastard.”
the old man waved his hand.
“dig.”
“aaaagh!”
the ground beneath kirk’s feet sank.
kirk, who had been trapped in a hole that would have been too tight for one person to put in, gnashed his teeth.
“what are you doing!”
“noisy! i don’t need anyone who doesn’t follow me! reflect on it!”
“aww!”
kirk struggled to get out.
however, the space itself to move the body was sorely lacking, so the power did not enter properly.
besides, the depth was well over five meters, so i couldn’t get out by struggling.
the only thing i’ve seen since i was young was eil and sein, who wield magic and swords as if it were natural.
i don’t think it was a vision that grew up watching it, so words of denial naturally came out of ray’s mouth.
that doesn’t sound like a lie at all.
the old man kept muttering, ‘it’s strange... so strange...’.
“well... it’s not like you only have a chance today... that’s good. go see.”
permission has been lost
ray rushed down the gym in case he was caught again.
after he left, the teng yue group had no choice but to gather around the pit one by one.
“are you really doing it?”
“did i bring this with me to joke with you guys?”
well, that’s it too.
if the members of the commoners finally agreed, those of noble origin would not even try to approach the pit.
“it’s worse than not doing vulgar training.”
“before training, a noble’s face is at stake. how can people like us have to get close to something like that?”
“if you don’t want to do it, don’t do it. i will tell you in advance, but it is up to you to decide what you will get out of your practice.”
“joy!”
“you guys do it to your heart’s content.”
the children of the nobility eventually gathered among themselves and watched without their hands.
on the other hand, the members of the commoners were still reluctant, but took courage.
“ugh... air hand.”
fluffy –
trying to catch a single iron ball, but a lump of human excrement comes to mind.
the wizards focused their attention on mana control.
“please!”
“keugh! i think we need to do a little more!”
it was not difficult to pick up just one iron ball.
even though there were a lot of up-and-comers, none of them succeeded.
unable to join the crowd of nobles, cayde observed them from afar.
‘the key is how to manage mana.’
those within the tower of heaven have more mana in their bodies than their peers.
but few knew how to control it in detail.
“i think i now have a little idea of what the noun is looking for.”
mana flow.
and the tricks to control it.
even though the method itself was absurdly dirty and esoteric, if it succeeds, it will definitely pay off.
cade soon approached the pit.
gulp-!
swallowing his saliva from his nervousness, he closed his eyes tightly and pulled out his beloved sword.
he didn’t have the skills to fire a sword aura on a tree branch like ray did.
that’s why i had no choice but to try it with a favorite sword that was familiar with the shape as much as possible.
‘i feel really sorry for you.’
the sword i received as a gift for my 5th birthday.
since then, it has been a favorite sword that i have carried around with me and never let go of.
cade immersed his precious half in the poop.
“ugh...!”
half despair, half sadness.
i struggled to get my bearings while burning my sword aura.
the feelings of pity in the eyes of the many swordsmen who watched cade like that.
“dotton, please do your best.”
“you can! little bit more......!”
encouraged by their momentum, cade tightened his grip a little more.
then, as if the beloved sword that had been stirred in the pit had been caught on something, the blade bounced once.
“ah.”
pooh-!
his sword left his hand and completely disappeared into the poop.
at that, the son-in-law’s air rapidly froze like a field of ice.
the members who came to their senses belatedly encouraged cade, who had gone out of his mind.
“don’t worry, you can wash the seeds off!”
“that... so... uhm...” ”
...”
“...that’s terrible.”
the swordsmen who had been hesitant about pulling out their swords until recently moved their hands away from the swordsman.