The Paladin Owns the Relic

9 – Slave Management (4)

Blacksteel’s leader Martyr rubbed his eyes. I couldn’t believe it, so I watched it one more time.

People fly. To a child much smaller than them.

A child who has not reached adulthood. At least that’s how it looks. The body is small and the height is short. But why?

What is this absurdity?

“Hey… Hey you bastards! Are you not doing it right?!”

I picked up a weapon. However, I couldn’t join the 1st floor without haste.

When the wooden sword was swung, the bodies of the gang members were broken. My jaw was smashed and my head was shaking. He grabbed his wobbly arm and crawled on the floor.

Only 1 minute.

In the meantime, all five adult males were smashed to pieces.

“What is it? I just threw away my appetite.”

This, this child…

Isn’t that an imperial knight…?

With a rattle, Martyr drew his sword. He shouted and swung his sword into the air.

“You, you bastard! Where did you come from! Reveal your affiliation!”

“I’m from the church.”

“Cult, denomination?! What denomination?!”

“Call. Then you will be saved.”

Martier dropped his sword with a smile closer to that of a devil than a priest.

“Ra guides you.”

“What, what…”

“Search!”

“Aagh!”

. . .

I didn’t actually kill him. Hmm. Killing it would be difficult.

He knelt down. I also took off my pants. To put it bluntly, it was Hector who took off his pants, not me.

“The bastards look good.”

Looking at the guy giggling, I felt like I knew how bad he was. What. I guess I’ve got it all sorted out now.

“Hey.”

“Yes, yes.”

“How much do you make per month?”

“Did you mean the moon…?”

I can hear the sound of my eyeballs rolling. I nodded at Hector.

“Hold on.”

“Yes.”

“Wait a minute?! Now what…?!”

Hector forced the boss into a chair. I walked slowly in front of him.

They were lightly wrapped around their shoulders. His hand stretched out in front of him so that he could see well.

“What’s your name?”

“Mah, Martyr…”

“Martier. Yes. My friend. Do you know what my name is?”

“I don’t know…”

“Zahard. It’s Zahard Barton. It’s a pretty name. What do you think?”

“Oh, that’s right! What a pretty name!”

I snapped my fingers. I could feel him flinch at the rising embers.

“What do you think of this?”

“Wealth, I think fire…”

“That’s right. Fire. Do you like playing with fire?”

“Oh no! I hate it! I hate it so much!”

“It’s too bad.”

I laughed.

“I like it.”

I held the guy’s hand as it was.

“Quaaagh!”

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No, it wouldn’t hurt that much.

It’s tougher than I thought. I increased the intensity. I poured my strength into it.

“How is it! How is it!”

“It hurts!!

“Tell me what my ‘hot’ flame is like! Tell me what you think! Prove the crystallization of my hard work with your mouth!”

“Sivaaa crazy bastard! Stop it! Stop it!!!”

“Is it hot?! Is it hot!”

“aaa!! It’s so hot!!!”

Hands up. Martyr gasped at his reddened skin.

“f*ck…f*ck…f*ck…”

If anyone sees it, they’ll think they’ve been tortured. It’s just a little hot flame, I can’t even burn my flesh properly.

I clicked my tongue. He beckoned to Hector. As he let go of his arm, Martyr grabbed his hand and gasped.

“What do you want… From me…”

“Let’s join the Church of Ra.”

“What… The f*ck…”

“You’re deaf. Hector. Take it again.”

“Oh, no! No!”

“That captain… This is kinda…”

“I won’t die anyway.”

Yes.

My ash right now doesn’t have the power to kill people.

But it’s powerful enough to cause pain.

“Those who wield violence, remember that violence can ruin them.”

“Dog, bastard! Are you wielding peace and love?!”

“You saw it correctly. Look now, little lamb. The ‘stingy’ flame in this left hand is peace, and the ‘hot’ flame in this right hand is love. Which of these would you choose?”

“Wa, sting…?”

The man rolled his eyes. I stared at the flames rising from my left and right hands.

“This, at least in peace…”

“It’s unfortunate.”

I sparked a spark.

“I am a strongman who has already graduated from ‘Prickly’! All I have left is love!”

“Why did you ask! Shibaaal!!!”

. . .

Martier gave in. Kneel in the name of ‘love’.

“I will… Become a believer…”

It was not enough to receive an oath, so I received it through documents. I even stamped the seal and got it perfectly.

Slave Memorandum.

I laughed heartily. This secures the funding line.

“Martier.”

“Yes, yes. Priest.”

“Oh my gosh. What’s going on between us. Don’t be so stern, just call me Zahard.”

“Come on, Zahard…”

“He really said to do it. Do you want to search?”

“I’m sorry… Priest…”

I pointed to the papers. He kindly read the part where only the signature was scribbled.

“Matier, a follower of the Cult of Ra, swears to donate half of his income to Hector – you remember the item, right?”

“You mean half?! Then what do we do?! You mean to spin a spider’s web in the mountain’s mouth?!”

“It’s not possible to take care of yourself. It won’t be possible to expand the land mass you manage. I heard from Hector that you manage only the snot around here, but one town?”

“Ha, but we don’t have enough troops for that. We’re not satisfied with this area for nothing!”

“Uh huh. Lamb. Don’t worry.”

I pointed at the children behind me.

“The soldiers of Ra will be with you. Let me take care of your food bowl. Maybe, it might grow bigger than before, so take good care of it.”

“Are you sure?!”

Martier swallowed. It was obvious that he was rolling his head. If you’re with the kids behind you, you’re probably thinking that you can win the gang fight and earn more money even if you give up half of it.

“Well, then…Not bad deal for us either…”

“That’s right. My head is working fine.”

The children flinched.

“…Now what?”

“Did I hear that wrong?”

“Boss! What do you mean?!”

The foolish children rushed at me, but I shook them off. I clenched my fists and shouted at the guys.

“Are you still not aware of my heart?! You guys! Are you going to be satisfied here!”

“Huh…?”

I held back my tears and let out my emotions.

“Why don’t you understand my heart! If you were born as a company leader, shouldn’t you have big dreams! You guys… Will you be satisfied with a small town?!

“I am a woman.”

“That’s…”

“Move over the little things!”

“Ugh…”

“Anyway!

“It’s Natasha!”

“Mitasha! Anyway!”

“It’s Natasha!”

I hugged Hector. He pointed to the sky blocked by the roof.

“We all have to remember…Now that we started… We have to be the best! If we settle down, we will fall!

“Talk a bit harsh…”

“Mr. Hak. Don’t bother. Do you want to search?”

“Sorry, sorry…”

“Hector! Tell me with your own mouth. Do you want to be beaten up by these bastards again? Do you want to cower against bastards who are stronger than those bastards who are proud to show off like those bastards later?”

Hector’s eyes changed. He shook his head vigorously.

“No!”

“Yes! That’s it! Every time you suffer, Captain Lee’s heart feels like it’s going to break… But I’m enduring for your growth! We must become stronger, and it takes hardships and Because adversity is necessary!”

“Isn’t that just a smooth mouth?”

“Shut up. Baektasha.”

“Because it’s Natyasara!”

“We’ll go higher! Hector! And you must be right behind me!”

I held out my fist hotly.

“We are…Colleagues…Are we…?”

Hector, Pavel and Linden clung to me.

“Dae, Captain! I’ll work hard! I won’t lose to anyone!”

“Hey heck… I never thought I would have thought that…”

“I’ll live up to your expectations… Captain…”

Marie and Natasha looked at each other.

“Aren’t these bastards stone heads?”

“Even though they’re friends…It’s frustrating…”

I straightened my shoulders. I was surrounded by sweaty boys, but with this.

Those who have no tasks unlike me will run instead of me, and I will fight with these guys who are both black steel or something and bring in more money.

And the name on the contract is Hector!

If you catch one in ten thousand, you can cut off your tail and run away!

“hehehehe.”

Goodbye. Dried bread.

Under the name of Ra, once the money comes in, I’ll never see you again.

[‘Ra’ looks at her own apostle with her weary eyes.]

. . .

Meerkant opened his mouth. Irene involuntarily covered her mouth with her hands.

Money.

A bunch of bills suddenly rolled in!

“What is this…!”

Meerkand counted the money Zahard handed out again. Ten million talents all together. It may be okay with her rich people, but she was worth billions to a priest in an abandoned church like herself.

Money to feed the children healthy food, daily food, and warm clothes!

Meerkant looked back and forth between Zahard and Don.

“Now, you bastard Zahard! What, what did you do?!”

At first, I was suspicious.

I didn’t try to get angry, but in the end it came out. It is as if there is no means for such a young child to earn money.

If you brought in 10 million talents, the only way to do that would be stealing.

Meerkant’s hands trembled. He closed his eyes and handed him the money back.

“Quickly return it to the owner! You shouldn’t do this!”

“What are you doing?”

“Even stealing! Yes, you bastard! You said you were kind, but you crossed the line! Return it to the owner immediately and come back! After that, I’ll decide on your punishment!”

“Aha. That’s not stolen money. Priest.”

Zahard clapped his hands. The door of the church opened, and a number of large men rushed in.

“I was doing missionary work every time I had a break. Then there were people who wanted to join our church, so I brought them here.

“…Hello. This is Martyr. Please feel free to call me.”

Meerkant hurriedly lowered his head at the one-eyed man who bowed his head.

Proselytism? New believer?

To the Sun God?

“Did you really come to join the school…?”

“Of course. I changed my mind after hearing Priest Zahard’s words. I am a staunch believer of the Sun God.”

Martyr trembled with his body. He seemed to be forcing his words out.

“…I am forever…A slave to Ra.”

“How is it, priest?”

Zahard grinned.

“It’s not stolen money, is it?”