Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~ Chapter 208 - Episode Four - A Certain Fixers Visit (4) (Side: Peter)

Chapter 208 - Episode Four - A Certain Fixer's Visit (4) (Side: Peter)

It is not only a matter of how many years Peter spent living by prolonging his life through sorcery, he also spent his life planning the resurrection of the G.o.d Kudor.

He has made connections with large organizations in all fields, and he has access to the king, the church, and the criminal organizations in Dinrat kingdom.

But in the end, he was unable to obtain information that led directly to the G.o.d Kudor, and for a long time he concentrated only on dubious rituals, anecdotes, and myths about the G.o.d Kudor, and corroboration of myths.

However, he noticed that Margus, a subordinate of Peter’s boss in the extremist Kudorian sorcerer’s society Amor, was acting suspiciously, and when he learned that he was searching for the staff of the wisdom demon Zolomonia, he deliberately let Margus be, and as a result, used him to obtain Zolomonia’s staff.

After successfully recovering Zolomonia’s staff through his own guile and power, Peter learned that the main body of Kudor lay in the eastern-most part of the Kingdom of Dinrat, with the help of Zolomonia’s wisdom.

The eastern-most part of the Dinrat Kingdom is home to the f.a.ge, which is separated from the eastern part of the Dinrat Kingdom by a mountain range, and is home to the Riveras Nation.

When Peter learned that Marias, a servant of the Riveras Nation, had been involved in an incident, he visited Baron Lark to hear the story of the Marias fiasco in person as part of his investigation of the G.o.d Kudor.

Peter went to the dungeon to check on the imprisoned Levi follower, and sat down with his men in the prison keeper’s lounge on the upper floor of the dungeon, and told the Village Chief Heil, who was guiding him, to summon Abel.

After Chief Heil’s departure, Peter’s subordinate, the sorceress Myunhi, whispered, “Clear white skin, white hair and red eyes… the Marrens still existed, don’t they?”, she said.

“…… Generally, the past Marren tribe neglected to keep in contact. The war was in the middle of a calm period, and the Royals didn’t seem to be looking for them very hard.”

Peter narrowed his eyes as if reminiscing about the old days and said, somewhat dumbfounded.

“You were misled into thinking that they had long since perished due to a misunderstanding due to lack of communication. …… I know that the Marrens were a hidden force in the Kingdom of Dinrat in times past, but they were not a very diligent bunch.”

Peter gave a small shake of his head.

“Those boys are convinced that they are closer to their own people and don’t want to get involved with people outside. When it comes to sorcery, they are far ahead of the Norks, and are considered the High Elves of the earth, but…… they are so much more like fellowship-oriented and naive that they don’t know what to do or something.”

“Hmm……”

“The whole family is a commie, or rather ……”

“Hmmmm……”

“They don’t make eye contact with outsiders, they whisper and whisper, and when they visit the village, they are looked at strangely all day long, so when the tribe’s expert contact person retired at the age of 20, they must have been completely deprived of contact with the royal family. If there are records from that time, I’m sure there are people who didn’t want to go to the village and wrote something vague to cover it up.”

“Hmmmmmmm……”

Myunhi regrets inwardly that she shouldn’t have listened to the reality of the Marren tribe, which is said to have supported the Dinrat kingdom from the shadows during the world war a long time ago.

An awkward atmosphere was spreading in the waiting room.

“White hair and red eyes, huh……”

One of Peter’s men spilled out.

It was Margus, who had been beaten up one-sidedly by Abel over the Zolomonia’s staff.

Hearing the word white hair and eyes, he remembered what happened at that time. He never dreamed that that Abel would be on his way to them right now.

“…… It’s almost time for this Abel guy to arrive. I’m going to go outside to see what’s going on.”

Myunhi bowed to Peter and put her hand on the door of the waiting room.

“Abel…… Huh. The boy should be treated politely.”

“Yes?”

Myunhi stopped and looked back at Peter.

“I’ve been thinking of taking that kid as my subordinate if he looks interesting. I’ve heard that she’s very skilled and has a pretty face ……”

Peter stuck out his venomous red-purple tongue and smiled eerily.

“…… Yes, I understand. Peter-sama.”

Myunhi bowed her head again, closed the door, and went to meet Abel.

It wasn’t long after that that Myunhi returned with Abel, the hero of the f.a.ge territory, and a young girl from the Doom tribe.

Peter’s impression of Abel was that he was a beautiful young man with a rather neutral face.

As if on high alert, Abel looked around the room as soon as he entered, with a probing look, and then quickly fixed his gaze on Peter.

(I’ve been told that he’s quite skilled at magic …… and doesn’t seem to be conceited about it. I’m sure that when I was that young, I would have been a little more imposing, thinking that I had no enemies in the world. I’m not sure if this is because I’m not just a member of the church? Whether it’s good instincts, the nature of not being proud …… or just being timid……)

Peter was looking at Abel and measuring his vessel.

“I’m Peter. You’re here at last. Are you the hero of this territory?”

He called out inquiringly.

Abel’s eyes twitched slightly.

He turned his attention to Zolomonia’s staff held by Peter, then quickly shifted his gaze to Peter’s back.

Zolomonia, the demon of wisdom, can be seen by anyone who has ever owned the staff.

Abel was looking at just where Zolomonia was standing.

(Can this kid see Zolomonia?)

If so, it is very likely that he is somehow involved in the Zolomonia’s staff incident caused by Margus.

(We haven’t heard anything from Zolomonia, but it’s probably best not to ask too many questions. Zolomonia is difficult to handle and won’t help you with anything she doesn’t feel like doing. If you displease her, you won’t be able to get any information about the G.o.d Kudor, who is being sorely missed.)

Even after Peter got the staff of Zolomonia, he asked him various questions about the G.o.d Kudor, demons, and sorcery, but only a few of them were answered.

Not because she didn’t know, but because she thought it would be boring to tell him simply.

The most important question about the resurrection of the G.o.d Kudor was answered in a verse in a language he had never heard of, and although he has spent a great deal of time and effort deciphering its content, he still understands only about 10% of it.

(I don’t know the details of the staff fias...o...b..cause Margus doesn’t want to talk about it much and Zolomonia is not happy about it, but …… there is no shortage of suspicious rumors about Gaston, the adventurous upstart knight who was supposed to have gotten his staff back directly, and even if that white boy was involved. It’s not suspicious. Margus is also suspicious after seeing that little guy ……)

Margus has been blatantly upset since he saw Abel, shaking and stepping on the ground, glancing at the doorway, and blatantly wanting to leave.

(You’re a wanderer with enough chivalry and magic skills to help out the village you’re stopping at. It’s not that I don’t like kids like that, but they don’t seem like the type of people who would agree with what I’m doing. On top of that, if he is likely to be involved with Zolomonia’s staff, he’s going to be a problem if left unchecked. We don’t know how long it will take to get the G.o.d Kudor, and it’s a pain in the a.s.s to be interrupted.)

“Um, who the h.e.l.l are you……”

Abel anxiously calls out to Peter.

He seemed to be wondering about Peter’s condition, which was clearly not straightforward.

He pressed his lips together with a finger and smiled elegantly.

“Don’t be so nervous now. I simply came to congratulate you, as a member of the Church’s upper echelon, on your capture of the infidels.”

Then he stretched out his venomous red tongue and licked.

(I’d better look at him a little more…… If I can’t draw him in, I guess It’s better to kill him in here. He seems like an interesting kid, so it’s a bit of a waste.)

Despite pretending to be friendly, Peter was willing to kill Abel if the recruitment did not work.

(…… But then again, what is wrong with this kid, staring at me? It’s not quite the same as before ……)

Before long, Abel’s gaze had changed slightly in kind.

A probing gaze, no doubt. But it seemed to Peter that it was changing color from caution to curiosity.

“Um, Peter-san. That skin was reshaped, wasn’t it? Isn’t that right?”

Abel’s face suddenly brightens, and he approached Peter with familiarity as if he were an old friend.

There is an unconcealed curiosity in his eyes, and he quickly closes the distance to Peter with a fluttering hand.

As expected, even Peter was taken aback and opened his mouth.

Peter, who more than 200 years ago united both the Church and the Anti-Royalist organizations, continued to acc.u.mulate achievements in many match pumps, controlling the Church, controlling the royal family, and making the kingdom his own.

Even after gaining the body of an immortal and never appearing, he continued to reign in the shadows of the royal family.

Peter’s own magical power was also overwhelming, and even those who did not know what he was up to were often frightened by the overwhelming pressure he exerted.

In the last hundred years, no one had ever been so rude to Peter without any particular malice.

Immediately, Peter’s men moved in unison.

Most of Peter’s men were fascinated by him, and even those who were not were terrified of him.

To them, Peter was an absolute presence that could not be defied.

It was impossible for them to tolerate Abel’s overly impertinent att.i.tude.

Myunhi first came around to Abel’s side and held him by the shoulders with his large stone staff.

If he made any suspicious movements, she would strike him on the head and kill him immediately.

“I told you so much that you refrain from saying disrespectful things to Peter-sama……!”

Myunhi reveals her anger in a matter-of-fact manner.

At the same time, her other two subordinates also came around and surrounded Abel from three directions.

“No, no, I’m purely ……”

During this period, Abel was glancing at Peter for help, as if saying, “I didn’t anything bad at all, though”.

Peter was stunned and amazed at Abel’s knowledge of magic.

(That boy …… noticed that I have an immortal body. It’s so boring to have an accusation made against me, so I took the trouble to camouflage it, and you’re able to see it from this distance with just a few glances. This is more than I imagined.)

He seemed to be more like an alchemist type than a combat specialist.

I took Abel’s nature as being superior in skill and depth of understanding than in the size of his magic power and the power of his sorcery.

Although limited, I was supposed to have gained an immortal body and trained for a long period of time, but I fell behind in my specialty of magic against the young man.

If Peter’s capacity was small, he would have been angry and even jealous, unable to admit this fact.

But Peter, who controls the royal family and even unites a country, albeit indirectly, is not affected by such emotions, but calmly a.s.sesses the current situation and a.s.sesses Abel’s worth.

“It’s okay, let him go. I’ve even covered myself in insurance, and you recognized it just from one look, you’re quite an interesting kid.”

Peter had realized one thing in that exchange.

That is, Abel is not just a hero.

“Um, Peter-san. That skin was reshaped, wasn’t it? Isn’t that right?”

[Note: I didn’t repeat this sentence intentionally. This was what is written in the raw.]

Transforming oneself into an immortal body is considered forbidden in any legitimate country.

That’s why Peter had to leave the stage.

But Abel is curious and happily inquires about it.

(This boy …… sounds more like someone from my side.)

Abel can be drawn in.

Convinced of this, Peter bit the tip of his tongue and smiled.