Chapter 591
C591
"Oh, oh...!" exclaimed Bouvard in admiration, completely unaware of the fact even in his dreams as he gazed at the machinery and blueprints with insatiable wonder.
"Is this what you call engineering? Ha! Hey, unfortunate youth. Do you really think this is just engineering?"
Young, the so-called Qwaul seemed to be warming his face for some reason.
The products of the Golden Snow Tribe made the bandit leader Qwaul look like a muscular young man.
The face hidden by the beard also seemed quite handsome.
"It's engineering."
"Idiot! This isn't just engineering, it's art, art! Ah, it's frustrating to leave such a precious work in the hands of people like you. Complex and geometrical codes, designs that no masterpiece can match."
Since all the complicated codes that Bouvard mentioned had been created by Qwaul, he was receiving both curses and praises from him at the same time.Heung, hat, hoo, and so on.
Listening to Bouvard's unpleasant and eerie praises was a painful experience for both parties.
As if Jin had barely tolerated the sound all the time, he quickly retrieved the items as soon as the time came.
"Oh, already!?"
"Yes, it's over, so leave."
"Can't you let me see a bit more...!"
"Get your hands off me before I cut them off."
Bouvard shuddered at Jin's cold voice and took a step back to move away from him.
"Hehe! After all, you'll need my help to understand this masterpiece. When that time comes, even if you beg me, I won't help you!"
Bouvard mistakenly believed he had gathered enough information from the items.
From Bouvard's perspective, it was partly true.
The executives of Kinzelo also pitied him, but they guessed he might have obtained some substantial information when they saw the excited Bouvard.
If he really set the trap without knowing anything, suspicions could arise.
Qwaul had thought about that part and set the device to the point where Bouvard couldn't recognize the key information (according to Qwaul's standards).
"So, here ends the meeting."
Suddenly, Jin followed Bouvard back.
"No, you lunatic! You remove your hands from me as you said, so why are you doing this?"
Bouvard naturally assumed Jin was following him with the intention of assaulting or cutting him.
He perceived it only that way.
The rest of the executives knew clearly whose bloodlust Jin was directed at.
Bianca Kaligo.
Jin was heading towards the first princess of the Kaligo Family after passing by Bouvard, who had fallen while fleeing.
"What's your name, demon?"
"Bianca Kaligo.... What... business... do you have with me?"
"I was wondering how strong I should become to make you pay the price for the left arm of Black Knight Mon-nim."
"Who... is?"
An invisible fighting spirit roared between the two.
Like a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest spark.
It was Jin who first withdrew the energy.
"I'll tell you next time."
Bianca turned and looked at Jin as she returned to her companions, and in an instant, she realized her hair was standing on end.
"Damn, you're rude to the end! A humble human bastard! Unnie, you should have thrown your weapon without hesitation!"
Ainas, who had been cowering from the energy of the two, suddenly shouted in anger.
If Jin had simply drawn his sword and started the fight, Bianca would have had a guaranteed 100% victory.
But then, a strange unease overtook her.
She felt that the moment to defeat Jin was now and only now.
"Great Duchess... Margiella."
"Tell me, Princess Kaligo."
"It's better... to kill him... now, isn't it?"
If not now, he might become more dangerous than the entire Runcandel Family.
Bianca was saying that.
"Well, it seems unlikely he's on our side. But he still has things to do in the world."
"He seems to know well that even if he runs wild like this, we still won't kill him, Miss Margiella. You gave the devil too much information."
"Isn't the devil originally an absurd being? When the angel wakes up, he'll regret it."
Even after Jin's group disappeared into the Mort Swamp, Bianca couldn't take her eyes off the spot where Jin had left.
While Jin and his allies talked, Jet transferred all of Qwaul's inventions from his cabin to Tikan.
"Bouvard Gaston, right? That filthy bastard. Still, he's pretty cool. I don't know about his head, but just his skill seemed to surpass mine," said Qwaul, examining his inventions.
Jin broke some, but most were intact.
Amela's eyes sparkled as she looked at the inventions.
"He couldn't get essential information because of the trap, but he was the original developer of the Demon God Orb, and is presumed to be the reincarnation of the Sculpting God. Maybe he'll get something with the information he's obtained this time. He seems to have a special power even for the leader of those bastards who are presumed incapable of external activities."
"As long as his technological advancement doesn't exceed Qwaul's expectations, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Even if you have good hands, if you don't have a head, there's no answer. As for the battleship, they already have a finished product called Grenille anyway, so they'll come soon, but they won't even dream of a space-time device."
"Although they already have teleportation abilities in the form of a metal gate."
Game-changing technology, battleships, and teleportation devices.
Now, Runcandel's technology, which was far behind Zipple and Kinzelo, both in development capacity and will, will be on par or even ahead of them.
To be precise, it wasn't Runcandel's technology, but the technology of the Vamel alliance.
"Orgal, the Demon Beast King..."
As the two talked, Quikantel thought of the Leader of Kinzelo.
Orgal, the Demon Beast King, Quikantel had also mentioned him several times to Murakan.
She was especially confused in her head.
"I know he was betrayed by Heluram and died. Also, at the time of the Colonn Massacre, I heard that Myuron summoned Orgal from hell and tried to possess him..."
"I'm curious about that part too, Quikantel-nim."
To confirm Orgal's death, Jin briefly summoned Tess, who was recovering, but Tess also seemed to know he had died.
The same went for Shuri, who was Heluram's Ruby Cat.
"Now that I think about it, every time Orgal's name came up, Murakan and I would naturally change the subject. I didn't think much about him, but maybe that was also due to the manipulation of history."
"What kind of person was Orgal?"
Jin had only heard Murakan say he was a "remarkable demon."
However, there weren't many beings in the world that Murakan would personally evaluate as remarkable.
"I don't remember the details. However, Murakan and I didn't dislike him, and in a way, we even respected him."
"Respected him? Murakan also respected him?"
"Yes. Just enduring Heluram's curse was enough for the entire world to owe him."
"Did he prevent Heluram's curse from spreading throughout the world?"
"Yes. I remember that clearly. The fact that he stopped one of the insane Temar or Murakan is not in my memory."
"If that's the case, perhaps not even Zipple himself knows that Orgal's history was manipulated."
If so, it also explained why Myuron Zipple tried to possess Orgal.
Above all, at that time, Myuron's possession dark magic hadn't been fully launched.
Before the magic could be completed, Jin cut the hell gate he had summoned.
"Even if Zipple knew, there's also the possibility that the information didn't reach Myuron."
"It's very possible. Because there's a lot of history that has been lost or manipulated over a thousand years. Even my memories of him protecting the world from Heluram can't be considered complete. Anyway, if Kinzelo's goal is to purify the world, then there's something in common with the image of Orgal in my unstable memory."
Whatever Kinzelo's true intentions were, everyone agreed that those madmen should not be allowed to take over the world.
In any case, the only way to find out the truth of the story was to find and confirm Solderet's legacy while they waited for Valeria's record magic to be perfected.
"It will be important when Orgal fully recovers."
Runcandel, Zipple, and Kinzelo.
Recovery was the key for all three factions.
No one could predict which faction would recover first.
Therefore, what the leaders of each faction had to do was regroup as soon as possible during the ceasefire.
In that sense, Jin already had the best conditions.
He was fortunate to have acquired Qwaul from the beginning, and since the ceasefire was signed, he could focus on his growth without obstacles.
However, Jin felt a little uneasy because he couldn't be sure he had the upper hand.
"Yes, but don't worry too much. The world will keep running even if you're not there."
Quikantel could exactly discern what kind of unease Jin harbored as he was about to depart for Lafrarosa.
"If something happens to Tikan while you're not there, Murakan won't be there either, but now we have Runcandel's protection. Also, since the master of the hidden palace is also focused on his recovery, Misha will soon return to her original place. Then Murakan will return to Tikan again. Take it easy."
"Alright, Quikantel-nim."
"Jin-nim."
Kashmir entered the meeting room and searched for Jin.
"Miss Nodav Sargent has come to Tikan."
Nodav Sargent, that's the alias of Sandra Zipple.
Jin was no longer surprised by her unexpected behavior when she openly visited Tikan at this delicate moment.
She was a madwoman who could do worse things.
"Did she come alone?"
"No.
Jin hoped she had come with Hedo, but Sandra was accompanied by another person.
"Beradin Zipple came with her."
Jin's eyes widened.
Before leaving for Lafrarosa, he had been concerned about the possibility of meeting him again.
Because the encounter with the unfortunate friend depended entirely on Zipple's judgment, not his own.
"In fact, we've already entered a ceasefire, but sending the two without an escort. It seems Zipple is having a hard time."
Jin immediately understood Zipple's leaders' intentions when he learned they had come without any important escort.
"Yes, I think they're trying to use the relationship between you two and want to extract information, Jin-nim."
"Let's meet with them immediately".
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