381 Episode 117. Who is the real Looncandel (1)

With the complete fall of the Varya central mobile gate, Jean managed to reach Calone only at night.

"Do, Master. Master Chin...!”

In a hurry, the first thing to run was the butler Petro.

After Mary publicized the contents of Temer's tomb at the meeting, he came out to the main mobile gate of Hufester every day and waited for Jean to return.

It had already been ten days since Mary spoke at the meeting on September 15. During those ten days, Petro was so worried that his soy sauce had melted away that he was worried about Jean.

"I knew you'd be the first to visit me again.”

Unlike Petro, who was sweating nervously, Jean smiled with a calm expression.

However, it looked very difficult for Petro because he was covered with blood from the band's sprayers.

"Where are you hurt?! Look! Call the medical staff right now, and bring a heated towel!"

"That's enough medical staff."

"Lord, and what the hell is that big sack?"

"Oh, this."

Flap!

Jean put down the lobes she was carrying on her shoulders like sacks on the floor.

The reflection of what was inside the sack immediately killed Petro'says Peter's face.

"This guy... ...Ram. Isn't that the Fay Prochi of the Ghost University?"

Inside the sack were still unconscious, and there was a pony of hands and feet.

"A negotiating prisoner."

Jean kept Pei alive because she was very valuable as a prisoner. They could only live deeper in their grudges if they were killed, but they could be useful if they were saved.

"You mean the ghost hit you?"

A petro that grinds its teeth with a fist.

"Yes. Rata Prochi sent 10 sprayers with her brother. And as you can see, Fey was captured by me.”

"......it's the presbytery."

Petro immediately inferred the subject of the request. At this time of year, the only people who could entrust the ghost college were the senior members.

Jean nodded.

"Since Lady Mary revealed the information she received from you, I have been thinking that there will be some movement in the senate. But I couldn't prepare because I didn't know how fast it would be. I'm sorry."

"What's there to be prepared for? It's all right. What about Gilly?"

Petro's expression rapidly darkened when Gilly's name came out.

"We're in custody."

Jin's eyes were full of life.

However, he quickly regained his calm gaze.

"Where? You wouldn't be in a dungeon. If I had, Murakhan wouldn't have stayed still.”

"When we talked about detention, Mr. Murakhan destroyed some of the sword's gardens. The guards worked hard to stop you."

"Nothing has been done with Murakan, has it?”

"Yes."

Murakan was not punished otherwise, even though he broke some of the Sword's Garden, or even though he knew the most about Jean like Gilly.

"If Gilly hadn't stopped him, something irreversible might have happened."

It was thanks to the fact that he did not exceed the limit of his honorable treatment as a "long-time guardian of the family." Even Murakan could not be safe if he had crossed the line.

"Good thing you're unhappy."

"And I heard that Gilly was detained in one of the secret residences of the senate instead of in prison. You don't have to worry too much about it, because you've promised me a humane treatment."

Gilly had been detained by the senate for visiting Temer's grave with Jean.

Also, as Jin's nanny, she knew more about Jin than anyone else, so it was only natural for the senate to question her.

"The Tomb of Temar" was information that forced him to react sensitively in Looncandel.

'It was a pity that there was no Murakan in the Wantaramo Forest, but I'm glad I left it in my family. With him, no one could have been so rude to Gilly. It would have been dangerous if you crossed the line.'

In addition, the chairman of the committee, Telot, took good care of Gilly again. It was too much for him to stop the detention, but he was as considerate as possible of Jin.

"You must have a lot to do as soon as you get back.”

Jin wiped the blood on his face with a towel brought by his servant.

It was time to bury new blood.

"Let's go."

Riding a steel wagon, he moved to the Sword's Garden.

Other guardian knights at the mobile gate went to the Sword Garden faster than that to announce Jin's return.

I can't believe it's...!

The sound of the latch on the sword's garden gate was unusually heavy.

As expected, the sword's garden was in an unusual mood from the entrance. Hundreds of guardian knights stood in a commanding line, and in front of them stood the elders' association and the riders stood tall.

Soon Jean got out of the carriage.

The sword of your sack tightened Jean's neck. It was the sword of the executive knights.

"12 flag, disarm."

Jean smiled at the low voice of the executioners.

"You feel like a traitor."

"I told you to disarm."

"If not?"

"There is no choice but to follow the law."

Chairman of the senate!

Suddenly the gin screamed. A loud voice with condensed energy tore the stillness of the garden.

It was impossible.

For the youngest member of the family, the 12th-term leader, to call the elder so profanely.

Immediately a thick vein of blood had sprung up on Jorden's forehead, and the elders were in awe and almost the pupils of their eyes were sticking out.

'Wow, that crazy guy. He's my brother, but he's such a wonderful nutcase.'

Among the jockeys, Maryman's fists were clenched and felt somewhat exhilarated.

The rest of the riders were just staring at Jean, doubting their ears. Even Luntia, who always said everything was annoying, was blinking her eyes.

"Well, well... ..!

"Malse! How dare you call the elder of the family so profanely!"

The elders, who had belatedly come to their senses, scold and looked at Jorden's countenance.

Jorden seemed to be quite shocked, and until then he was just staring at Jean with a rather enamored look.

The executioners still had a blade on Jean's neck with an expressionless face.

"......nim!"

"Puh-huh. Hm, hm."

In the end, Mary couldn't hold back her laughter and coughed in vain.

In fact, she was quite angry with Jin, who didn't show up at the meeting, but the youngest was always so funny that she couldn't hate him.

"I don't think you're going to kill me here anyway, so why don't you take it a little bit more lightly?"

"What..."?

"The family will have a lot to hear from me. How will you find the tomb of Sijo without me, and how will you recreate the old glory of the family?”

The gap between the eyes of Jorden has narrowed.

He was now barely holding on to reason and staring at Jean as if he were going to kill him.

"Do you believe that and run like this, 12 riders?"

Unlike the murderous look in his eyes, Jorden was very gentle.

"Yes."

"You're not wasting your life. The information that you've informed the seventh rider is not really worth it."

"You must be proud of your honor."

A word, a word, scratched Gorden's nerves fiercely. The swelling of the blood seemed to burst at any momentarily.

"Do you think you can say honor to me?"

"What else can't you say? I rather called the honor out of the desire to help the Chairman of the Senate Majority Leader. He brought in the Black Swordsmen and put a knife in my throat.….”

Tock, tock.

Jin continued to talk back, touching the blade of the executioner with his finger.

"This. If you don't cut me, what kind of disgrace is that? It's not just one or two people watching. It means you can't stop the rumors."

Standing next to him, Petro felt his life was cut by several years for every word Jean said. A cold sweat flowed from Petro's face, which was white as a sheet.

But Jean could be sure.

'The presbytery doesn't kill me.’

It's not that I can't.

It was possible enough for Jorden to order the executioners to bring Jin's neck in anger over the provocation.

However, it is only possible, and it does not benefit Jordan at all.

On the contrary, they were forced to suffer huge losses. Not only will there be no means of keeping Joshua in check, but if other forces benefit from the Temer's grave in the future, there will be backbiting.

It wasn't even possible for Jorden to kill Jean if he wanted to.

"Even if the senior chairman turns around and orders the executive knights to kill me, there is a high possibility that his mother will stop him."’

Unless Rosa has more information about Temer's grave than Jean. From her point of view, Jean should not die yet.

Gorden's losing his mind, Rosa's stopping him. Not all of them, but Jean was confident.

Jean peeped up her eyes and looked at the inner quarters of the black garden. He even smiled, focusing on Rosa's office.

There was a silence.

There would be nothing better to describe than the unprecedented situation.

"... ...that's arrogant and self-indulgent. You can lift the flag of Looncandel, so times have changed."

When he decided to press Jean, who had just returned, with executive knights, Jordan naturally did not expect this picture.

What he wanted was for Jin to recognize the seriousness of the situation and ask for help from others to calm the situation.

If Jean had offered a deal to other riders or Tellot to pass on the pressure of the senate, Jorden would have used it as an excuse to figure out exactly who Jean and his tentative allies were.

I didn't know that Jin would come out so soon. Always, just like everyone who's been dealing with Jean.

That's why Jorden had no choice but to make a choice.

If you really just let it go here, you'll have no choice but to get the disgrace right, as Jean said.

"It's not easy to adapt to change, sir."

"Yes. That's right. But you still haven't disarmed him.”

Gorden shook his head and spoke behind his back.

"Cut your arms."

Squirt!

As soon as Jordan's orders were issued, the executioners simply cut off Jean's arms without hesitation.

Took, tuck.

The severed arm fell to the floor and made a dull sound.

And Jean didn't even look at my fallen arm once.

One step, Jean came close to Jorden.

"Are you done?"