9th Circle Lord

88 #88화 the Abyss

"Let's row together, seagulls, and a beautiful lady on land will wait!”

Lying on a clumsy raft, a middle-aged man with black skin is singing joyfully.

As soon as he was carrying himself on the current, he knotted on his big toe and the fishing line on the sea became tight.

The middle-aged man shined his eyes.

The force of pulling toes is unusual.

"Walter than I thought!"

He pulled his toes vigorously as he shouted cheerfully.

Fishing lines soared and blue marlin soared in the air.

"Hahaha! You must feel full today!"

At a small scale, he grabbed the blue marlin and bit it.

With tooth marks, a raft of middle-aged people eating flapping fish flowed onto the land.

The land was desert.

The middle-aged man stopped while trying to turn his head in the direction he had originally come from.

"Huh?"

Questioned, he narrowed his eyes. I noticed a huge wall that would not have been there originally.

The middle-aged man's expression, which had been exciting until a while ago, subsided coldly.

Every few years, the army of the Empire camped in the desert to destroy pirates.

However, now that I see it, it seems to be building a fortress wall and waging massive punishment.

"What are they?"

As a middle-aged man shouted, he threw out the fish and jumped off the raft and swam to the beach.

Stepping on land, he ran toward the wall, holding a dagger in his sleeve.

However, a strange scene unfolded before my eyes.

People are gathered in front of the gate of the wall, most of whom are corrupt.

Most people groan or groan. The middle-aged man was puzzled and asked the people in line at the gate.

"Hey! What's in there, people lining up?"

People were scared and slowly avoided by the clumsy question of a middle-aged man.

A middle-aged man drew an impression.

"Don't you answer the questions they ask?"

He was threatening and moving forward without hesitation, and he held a young man's shoulder strongly.

"Ugh!"

A groaning young man dropped his cane.

A middle-aged man alternated between a cane and a young man.

The young man can't make eye contact and looks into the air.

"Are you an eyesore?"

A young man trembled at the strong question of a middle-aged man.

"Well, yes. Let me go, please.”

"If you answer me, I'll let you go. What is that wall? And why are people flocking here?"

The young man answered only the information he knew.

"Yeah, I'm here because I heard there's a miracle wizard here."

"Miracle Wizard?"

The middle-aged man was puzzled.

"It's a miracle magical mountain. What are you trying to do?"

"He has excellent therapeutic skills, but he doesn't get paid."

"Oh, yeah? You must be pretty good looking at the crowd."

"I've heard that the Emperor has also been treated."

The middle-aged man's eyes shone keenly.

He looked around the people.

You're treating the Emperor? He was the last one.’

The blue marlin I caught today was actually a bait. The excited middle-aged man returned to the main office without picking up proper information.

The main camp was a rocky island in the sea. He immediately called in his men.

It was Marte's order to become the king of pirates by rallying pirates around the Elmont coast, so soon enough pirates gathered.

Gathering in one place, he gave a speech.

"I heard that there must be a miracle wizard on the east coast. They say you're good enough to cure the Emperor, and you're the perfect one for people like us to eat!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Marte smiled fishyly at the inspired pirates.

"They're treating patients for free, so let's use the wizard as a therapist, and sell them as slaves. You've got a lot of girls, so let's make fun of your bottoms!"

"Wow!"

The pirates roared.

That night, the pirates quickly set off from the main camp and headed for the city of the Wizard of Miracles.

Until then, they had no idea what they were doing.

Luther no longer stayed at the spire. There were no more restrictions on how to treat patients.

His will comes true.

Treatment of patients was possible if there was a healing power that implicated Ener.

But this process was amazing.

Just by looking at Luther's glance, he was completely cured of illness or trauma.

It was so simple that I couldn't believe it, and it was amazing.

Luther didn't want to surprise just the patients.In the morning, he went outside and headed for the gate.

The crowd, which was so full that it was hard to fathom, endured the scorching sun in the desert.

Luther appeared in front of them.

A young man standing up with a disheveled face looked at Luther.

A mysterious appearance with a white robe.

The young man, who heard Luther's appearance until his ears were worn out, shouted at the top of his voice, convinced.

"Magician of miracles!"

"Wow!"

His appearance woke up the early morning.

Everyone flocked to him.

Dolken and vigilantes, who were dozing off and standing guard, jumped up and blocked the crowd approaching Luther.

Luther raised his voice amid push and push.

"Be quiet, everyone."

The holy voice calmed down the excitement and heated eyes reached him.

Luther looked around and remembered what he had planned before he settled down here.

Increase population and block religion.

The English people enlighten and teach magic and other areas.

His gaze at the people subsided. 

'Teaching knowledge can't get rid of a long-standing stereotype. It's better to start step by step.’

First, we have to block religion.

Wherever people gather on the continent, there are believers and religions.

Luther did not want a temple built in his city.

It was the simplest to wake up with enlightenment, but it takes a long time.

'Then we'll replace it.’

It's obvious what's good.

Magic.

You must substitute religion with magic.

Luther swept people with frosty eyes.

Even if you don't reach out first, you can see Ener.

He covered the rocks and wiped out the useful people.

"Stand in line. Let those who call enter the castle."

"Yes."

Dolken and the vigilante, who were instructed, moved.

Luther came forward and led, and people followed smoothly.

You have to start polishing.

Luther looked at the people in line and ordered Dolken.

"From now on, sort out the people I choose."

"Yes."

Luther selected people in a row.

The chosen ones were pulled out by the vigilante.

The chosen ones have a bright expression.

He was proud that the miracle wizard chose him.

On the other hand, dark clouds formed on the faces of those who were not chosen.

A girl burst into tears when she just passed herself.

Luther, who ignored their response and finished wiping it out, pointed to Dolken's chosen ones.

"They don't deserve to be here, so kick them out."

"Huh? Didn't you choose to take it in?"

"No, they're the ones with the foolish intentions. Look at them, Dolken. The chosen and the not."

At Luther's point, Dolken alternated between the two groups.

Most of the people who were chosen looked neat and clean.

On the other hand, those who didn't were intimidated by the shabby doubles and had a set of utensils.

It is touching to make a direct comparison.

He asked.

"Did you classify those who are not desperate and those who are?”

"I saw your heart. Dolken."

"Heart?"

"Yes."

Dolken laughed in vain.

"Is that possible?"

Luther didn't answer.

When the conversation was cut off, Dolken began his business.

"Get them out of here."

He gave instructions to the vigilante and rolled up his arms to use his hands himself.

"You don't deserve to come in, so everybody get out of here!"

Those who were happy and excited until they chose themselves turned pale at the sudden lightning.

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Didn't you choose to let us in?"

Dolken said firmly.

"The Wizard of Miracles rejected you. There's a good reason for that, so put your hand on your chest and think about it."

They gripped the bazaar and begged against the bolt from the blue.

"No! I can't go back! I want you to take us!

"Forced to pull!"

"Miracle Wizard! Miracle Wizard!"

Luther spoke softly to the rest of them, leaving behind Dolken, who was firmly shaking them away and dragging them.

"Welcome to the magic city."

The child, who had been crying sadly just a moment ago, opened his eyes round.

"Magic City?"

I'm talking to myself, but Luther replied.

"Yes."

The girl, who was blinded by the gaze at her, hesitated and asked carefully.

"Miracle Wizard. Why is your name a magical province?"

"There will be many wizards here in the future."

The girl's eyes glistened at the words.

"Can I learn magic, then?""Of course."

"Well, are you sure?"

The nodding Luther lined up and moved to the next column.

The girl put her hands together with a fluttering look.

Learn magic.

Just thinking about it made my heart flutter.

It took less than half a day to clean up people.

Those who deserve to enter the city.

They categorized those who did not, and those who resisted boldly kicked them out.

The resistance was formidable, but Luther did not reverse his choice.

After such a thin bet, Luther, who brought the patients together, began a miraculous treatment.

He intentionally radiated himself for visual effects.

Everyone looked as if they were bewitched by the light all over the body.

Luther sprayed light everywhere.

When the golden light stayed in the body, patients who had been moaning until a while ago robbed the place.

One person shouted.

"It's a miracle!"

Luther replied to him.

"It's not a miracle."

The man who cried asked with wide eyes.

"What if it's not a miracle?”

"This is magic."

The person who asked his answer blinked like a cow.

Luther nodded at his reaction.

It's still a long way to go.’

People are low in intelligence, so everything is a miracle and God's hoarse.

But that look will be over soon.

Soon there will be a wind of change in the city.

The beginning was just today.

Through the darkness, pirate ships anchored one by one on the coast.

The pirates, who came down, twisted their deadly weapons and looked at Marte

Marte smiled fiercely, lifting the oiled torch.

"Tonight. I'll start hunting."

His sad smile made the pirates laugh fiercely.

Soon the city will be on fire and the screams will never stop.

In the lead, Marte immediately tried to advance with pirates.

But someone blocked in front of them.

"Huh?"

Marte looked at the woman looking at him.

It was as if he had been waiting to see me off.

Marte frowned.

"What kind of girl?"

Kiara didn't answer his question.

He just pulled out a sword, but Marte, who saw him, burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! A girl pulls out a sword and installs it. Apparently, you came after your husband who ran away because of his dirty looks? Arthur, there is no husband here who ran away because of your face."

"Hahaha!"

The pirates laughed at Marte's joke.

Kiara's original beauty was obscured because she had transformed her appearance at the recommendation of the group.

However, he doesn't know that and makes fun of Marte for being ugly.

Luther didn't know, but Kiara was proud of her appearance.

However, an intruder made fun of his face, who would not be able to kill him.

Kiara's expression subsided coldly. The indifferent gaze seemed to predict the horrors that would happen in a while.

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