My Disciples Know That I Am Strong

Episode 1. Gathering Heroes (11)

On the way to the black market.

Because it is late at night, I get strange goosebumps as I go to places where there are fewer people.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s October and the weather is chilly, or if it’s because of the low hostility on the streets, but it was a bad feeling.

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I feel like there’s nothing strange about a murder happening right now, so I keep moving my hand to the sword.

I keep walking down the moonlit path without letting my guard down.

That’s how we arrived at the black market near the slums on the outskirts of Pretium.

Fortunately, nothing happened on the way back.

Something must happen when I go, but that was something to think about after buying the third hero.

The entrance to the black market is bleaker than the road you came from.

It felt like a test of courage. I think there will be a laugh.

From here on out, notorious criminals were infested. I had to be careful not to make eye contact.

Especially for a guy like me who indiscriminately spits out his life.

As I was wearing the robe as much as possible, I heard a sudden voice.

“What? You?”

‘Look. You already got into a fight.’

“Are you talking to me now? You look like you have two lives.”

…… Will I be able to return alive?

Once I said it, I had no choice but to look at the man who was arguing (?). As I tried to glare at it with all my strength, the man swallowed his screams and began to do something else.

“Hick! No, that man, you misunderstood.”

‘Then it’s fortunate.’

“Watch your mouth. If you don’t want to die.”

I give the man a warning and walk past him.

Whew, good. I’m relieved.

“What is that guy… …. Why is such a talented person here……. Could it be that you are a knight?”

I stopped. I turn around at the man’s murmur.

A knight, you shouldn’t misunderstand like that.

‘A misunderstanding could draw attention, so let’s clear up the misunderstanding in advance.’

“Do I look like an insignificant knight?”

…… Huh? Didn’t I just insult the knights?

“Ah, what a disgraceful article!”

The man hesitates and takes a few steps away from me. He seemed quite shocked.

“I could never have thought he looked down on the Imperial Knights. Even crazy S-class adventurers don’t ignore the Imperial Knights…….”

This is strange. The wizard of the house of enchantment said that there is a perception-damping spell attached to it.

I messed with the mask.

I bought a mask while retrieving the wand from the magic house, but it didn’t seem to stop me from living.

“Everyone, what are you, what are you doing?”

‘I can’t tell you.’

“Everyone who tried to know me died at my hands. I see you want me to kill you too.”

As I openly grabbed the sword, the man startled and bowed deeply. He was about to hit his head on the ground.

“Kuu! Mi-sorry!”

‘Oh, please apologize first. Dog gains. But I have no intention of telling you.’

“Don’t try to find out about me. If you don’t want to quit your job in life.”

I turned around. The way to go was busy.

By the way, is the misunderstanding in the article resolved? I hope so.

* * *

“Do I look like an insignificant knight?”

“Ah, what a disgraceful article…… !”

‘Mi, he’s crazy.’

Dex, the leader of Secret Garden, an information guild that buys and sells information, thought so.

He only said that because he felt unusual energy on the way to tolerance of courage at the slave auction that is said to happen every few months.

But he immediately said he would kill him, and now he was even insulting the knights representing the empire.

From his point of view, it was just absurd.

‘Imperial Knights are knights who represent the Empire. Each and every one of them is comparable to an A-class adventurer. To say that such people are the same. Even S-class adventurers don’t ignore it……. Could it be that he alone can defeat the entire Knights?’

“Everyone, what are you, what are you doing?”

It was an intelligence instinct to find out the opponent’s information. I hurriedly covered my mouth at the words I inadvertently spat out, but it was too late.

‘I am dead. Damn, the tongue was too long.’

“Everyone who tried to know me died at my hands. I see you want me to kill you too.”

“Kuu! Mi-sorry!”

In response to the pressure of not being able to breathe, Dex ducked.

Prause looked at him, gave a short warning and then turned around.

Dex sat down, relieved by the sound of footsteps receding farther away. His back was already covered with cold sweat.

‘This…… It wasn’t the time to worry about slave auctions. I need to know the identity of that person. At least an S-class adventurer. If you don’t have that level of skill, that arrogance makes no sense!’

He struggled to get up and opened his mouth.

“I see!”

‘Come to think of it, rumors about an eighth S-class adventurer had been circulating for a few months. His identity has not yet been revealed, but it is unlikely…… Is it really the eighth?’

He is filled with ecstasy as he recalls the murder that was shot at him. A greed for very fresh information began to fill his eyes.

“Come out.”

“Did you call, Captain?”

At his words, the members of the guild who had been hiding in the shadows appeared.

“You didn’t manage to escape. That ‘one’ must have already located you guys.”

“It seemed so. Seeing that you sent us to live as well.”

“I almost got rid of ‘Silhouette’ because it was such an incredible life.”

Silhouette is a skill that any member of the Secret Garden can use.

The members salivated and remembered the man from earlier.

They were even admiring his ability to determine their location at once and send them to live.

But contrary to the admiration, they were just standing in the direction Prause was looking at, so they felt alive.

In other words, I was firmly mistaken.

“Captain Dex, do you remember the Dink murder a few days ago?”

“Yes. I remember.”

The black-haired man who killed the Dink with a single blow, who beat and killed the apprentice knights who were good enough to challenge the Imperial Knights.

He was a man who became a comet rising from the underworld in an instant.

‘At that time, people in the slums said that the sight of him killed without moving a single foot was amazing.’

“As for the face, it was not possible to properly confirm whether or not the mask had magic to hinder recognition. A comparison of his body type confirms that he matches him somewhat.”

“What…… ? The man who killed Dink in one blow?!”

“Not sure. It was dark and I couldn’t see him well, and I couldn’t tell for sure because he was wearing a robe. When I looked at his hair color, head size and shoulder width, and stride length, I felt they were similar.”

‘If that’s the case, that’s great. Dink is at a level that even a B-class adventurer can beat, let alone the Imperial Knights, but his ability to detect and destroy the silhouette at once, as well as the spirit shown to us, is comparable to that of an S-class adventurer. Indeed, it’s worth ignoring the knights.’

“Get to know him right away. But you must never be caught following me. If you are caught tailing, the guild itself may be destroyed.”

‘This information will be expensive. Very. Even if you’re not the 8th S-class adventurer, if you’re this strong, you’re worth risking your life for.’

Dex grinned and began to give instructions to the members.

Indeed, Prause was praying for a low auction price, not knowing in his dreams that they were an information guild.

* * *

The characters that are far from Hangeul written on the signboard.

To my eyes, it looked like Arabic characters.

But thanks to Prause’s memory, I was able to understand.

Tolerance of wirang.

A huge bar where slave auctions are held.

We have finally arrived.

It was a place with a bright atmosphere for a black market.

Well, knights often come here for a drink, and the red light district is right next door.

I was reminded of my original purpose as I looked at the pink light from around the corner.

I only need to buy one.

I hope I can finish with 1,300 gold!

“Hmmm.”

After clearing his throat, he relieves tension and moves forward.

At the entrance of the bar stood two tall men.

“What business are you here for?”

As I approach, a man blocks my way.

“I’m here for a slave auction.”

I said with my head down. I didn’t want to cause trouble just by living.

“Unfortunately, this is where the scale of money differs. Something to prove your identity—”

Jinglang.

He opened the moneybag and showed a gold coin. Seeing the very heavy bag, they met each other’s eyes and took a step back.

“This is an example. Please go in.”

After all, money is the best.

In addition, the slave auction system, the part where identification was not confirmed was also very good.

Because this place is often visited by aristocrats whose face value is important externally, anonymity was supported even in order to protect the aristocrats’ dirty s*x life.

That’s why I wear a mask so I can’t recognize my face.

“You must pay the basic liquor price to participate in the slave auction. The fee is ten gold coins. Please know this.”

“I know. Do not worry.”

“We will take care of the weapon you are wearing for a while. Once inside, just follow the instructions of the guide.”

“Okay. Don’t do that.”

There won’t be anyone among them who has the Emotion skill, so it just looks like an iron sword.

It was okay to be relieved.

“Yes. Then. I hope you find a good slave.”

At times like this, an arrogant tone is helpful.

Perhaps the big guys would think of me as a son of an aristocrat.

That’s how you pass through the gate and enter the bar.

As the rice cake stands said, there was a neatly dressed female guide standing in front of the entrance. Bend her back toward me.

“Nice to meet you. May I ask the purpose of your visit here at Wirang’s Gwanyong?”

“A slave auction.”

“Okay. Go to the bartender, say ‘slave’, and pay him ten gold coins. Weapons will be kept by us. We will return it as soon as the slave auction is over, so please rest assured.”

“Not like that.”

I passed her sword to her.

Sit appropriately at the single table where the bartender is standing.

“Here is a slave.”

At my words, the bartender gave me a quick glance and made a drink. I don’t know what it is, but it moves dazzlingly.

“A cup of slave came out.”

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Hands me a glass of black liquid. I put ten gold coins on the table.

He took it with a smile and put a numbered sign in front of me.

It read ’87’.

So close to 90 people gathered to hold a slave auction?

How high-class slaves are coming out that makes nobles crazy?

I looked at my glass and thought.

Then, out of curiosity, he raised his glass and took a sip.

It tastes bittersweet. It was like wine.

As I only know soju and beer when it comes to alcohol, I don’t know exactly what it is.

I put my glass down.

I relaxed my eyes as much as I could and looked around, clearing my life. I don’t know if it will be erased, but I tried it sensibly.

Everyone was talking politely as if they were at a party. There were also those who drank quietly.

But among them, there was one I cared about the most.

He was a tanned man who was wearing clothes that showed off his bulging muscles.

A cursory glance revealed that only the air around him was different. Is it just because there are so many f*cking women?

…… What, you knead your chest?

That’s an S-class adventurer?

“Whew.”

“Guest, are you coming to a place like this to sigh?”

“Never mind.”

The bartender looks at me.

“The sigh sounds too loud to turn my nerves off. How about enjoying the moment, forgetting all the worries out there for now?”

‘You have to be able to enjoy it. It’s life and death on this side.’

“Never mind. Take care of it.”

“As you like.”

He replied with a grin.

* * *

The atmosphere of the store begins to change around the time the glass is empty.

The two large wooden shelves on which the liquor was displayed suddenly moved and opened an opening in the wall.

In the meantime, a man wearing a goblin mask comes out with a sound of his boots.

“Hello everyone! Let the 3rd Slave Auction begin! If you have a sign, please enter! Seats are first-come, first-served! Here’s a tip, though, it’s better to sit close to the slaves, right?! Now, come in!”

The man in the goblin mask snaps his fingers. People holding signs enter one after another. The man I watched closely also enters.

The goblin man kept bending his back as he checked the signs of people entering.

“Nice to meet you, Auctioneer #56.”

“Welcome, Auctioneer No. 31.”

I got up from my seat.

“I hope you have a good time.”

“Good times… …. I hope so.”

I sneered at the bartender’s words and stood in front of the auction house entrance.

“Welcome, Auctioneer No. 87.”

This was just the beginning.

Please take it easy. Really.