episode_0022

At that time, I heard the urgent voice of a farmer from behind.

“Now…wait!!”

“Yes?”

The farmer’s expression was unusual.

It’s like seeing something you can’t believe.

Still, he was looking this way cautiously.

The man’s eyes, as he was looking closely at the race, were shaking violently.

“Ho…maybe…Hans?”

At that moment, Race’s eyes turned to the man.

“Ah…!”

I saw the face of the man who made eye contact with Race become hazy.

I wonder if it’s a ghost and it starts to possess people.

“Mr. Hwak! Don’t you cover your eyes? What kind of bastard is bewitching people?”

I tried to block Race’s hearing, but it seemed like he was already possessed.

Unfocused eyes were staring blankly into space.

“…This is a problem because ghosts are visible.”

As I cut off the flow of spiritual energy, the man’s eyes returned to focus.

“I…I just…”

“The man is possessed. You shouldn’t make eye contact with ghosts.”

Judging from the fact that he was briefly possessed, it seems that this man is not a very spirited person.

“Did you say Hans instead? Do you know someone?”

“It was blurry so I couldn’t see it clearly…”

All you have to do is look again and check, but the man’s eyes were looking in a completely different direction.

When I told him not to make eye contact, I never thought he would just look away.

I think I’m too scared to think I’ve just met an evil spirit.

As scary as it looks, the head of our house is much scarier.

“I blocked it, so I can see it now.”

The man’s eyes turned towards the race, full of fear.

“Ma, that’s right! Hans is right! I heard you went missing a while ago…!”

If someone went missing a while ago, it means that they died recently…

The pain I felt was so intense that it could not have been created in a short period of time.

“Could you explain in a little more detail?

“That’s all I know. I heard you suddenly didn’t come home one day…”

“Was Hans really greedy?”

“That can’t be possible. There are few friends as simple as Hans.”

Was he a simple person?

Would a person like that become such a greedy person?

The effort to become a Jibakryeong is on a different level from that of an ordinary ghost.

There really has to be some sort of fanatical obsession or hatred towards something.

“I guess I was wrong, right?”

“We have been living together in the Barony all along. Is that possible?…”

The man kept glancing in that direction, perhaps feeling sorry for Hans, who had turned into a monster.

With a very frightened expression.

“Hmm…”

It doesn’t even seem like he’s lying.

“It’s strange…”

The state of his soul was also very clean.

He did not die after being stabbed by someone, and it is difficult to say that he died a private death.

It really became a curse in a short period of time just because of greed.

There may be a story behind it, but it feels strange.

Even scenes flashed through my mind as if they were about to come out.

“Irene, would you please dig up the ground?”

At Irene’s call, a gnome appeared and bowed to me.

I don’t know why he keeps greeting me first while leaving his own contractor behind.

“Gnome! Is there something down there? Will you dig it until it comes out?”

The gnome nodded and stopped, glaring sharply at Wraith.

The face looking back said, ‘Do I really have to dig this?’ It seemed to be written like this.

Just as I find Wraiths unpleasant, I feel the same way about gnomes.

“I have a favor to ask.”

Nod.

The ground began to be dug up by the gnomes.

Race starts having a seizure, but what can he do?

This is Jibakryeong, whose home has already been taken away.

Soon, a white object emerged from where the gnome had dug.

It was a human hand bone.

Holding tightly a doll that appears to belong to a child.

“Is there anything else?”

Looking at the gnome shaking his head, it seemed like only his hand was under the ground.

What on earth is there to do with just a human hand being buried in the ground?

Listening to the story, it is clear that he died some time ago, but his bones were crumbly as if a long time had passed.

And a serious odor came from next to it.

“How are you?”

Something was stuck halfway into the ground.

A black stone with curved letters and figures engraved on it.

Immediately, a reaction came from Old Man Closel.

“It’s the necromancer’s mana.”

“Necromancer?”

I felt a strange energy coming from the stone.

It feels like all kinds of negative energy has been squeezed out of me.

Old Closel, who had been examining the stone, looked up.

“I’ve never seen an artifact like this. However, looking at the formula, it seems to be related to race.”

I was feeling it too.

Because all of Wraith’s negative energies were flowing out of this stone.

At the same time, I felt my emotions being twisted.

I’ve definitely felt this kind of energy before.

When I realized the identity of this object, I cursed.

“These rotten people…are they laying rice on the sheep?”

There is something similar to the magic used by shamans.

It is mainly used when cursing someone.

The method was so cruel that it was taboo even for shamans.

It puts people in extreme situations and brings out deep emotions.

The more negative the emotion, the greater the effect.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s hunger, hatred, or greed.

The medium that collects those negative energies is ‘yangbap’, and giving a curse is called ‘throwing the flesh.’

Now, what I felt about this stone was the same.

The difference is that the phenomenon was brought about with mana.

Instead of placing a curse on someone, it corrupted a healthy soul.

I heard Old Man Paramon’s sad voice.

“I guess it was a doll to give to a child…”

That doll seemed like a medium for emotions.

Just before he lost his life, Hans must have held on tightly to the doll he was giving to his child.

They must have been sad about the gift that could not be given and thought about their children.

That stone twisted my heart horribly.

With dirty greed.

That too in the form of just cutting off the hand and placing it next to the rice.

“Ha…”

Anger boiled over the terrible act.

Wraith was not naturally created, but was an artificially created demon.

At the same time, he was a pitiful dead man.

And I don’t even know how to return it to its original soul…

A stone was pulled out of the ground.

“Tsk tsk…”

When the stone was pulled out, the sound flowing from Wraith became much weaker.

But since it has already taken root, it will have to stay that way.

“I need to find a way.”

The old men and Irene were talking with serious expressions.

“He could be a necromancer working as an individual.”

“It would be a good idea to check it accurately. I will contact my magic tower.”

Old man Closel approached me.

“Please give it to me. Let’s try to track down the necromancer.”

“No. There is still work left to do.”

If this stone serves as food for sheep, the necromancer has made a serious mistake.

That is, when you curse or throw flesh.

You always get paid several times that amount.

If there is cause and effect, retribution follows.

“Putting sheep rice in front of a shaman?”

This time, try getting hit by a shaman.

***

Klossel was holding a crystal ball in her hand.

– I will take action as you said.

“Please take care of me.”

As he turned towards Paramon, his face was stiff.

“Fortunately, they say there are no special signs.”

Not long ago, a group of goblins appeared near the territory.

Closel immediately dispatched knights to investigate.

This is because it is not normal for a monster to appear near the county.

Paramon’s face was as hard as Clocel’s.

“Rossel, what do you think? Do you really think necromancers are starting to emerge?”

“We still have to wait and see…”

“Unfortunately…”

Bad premonitions are often correct.

Paramon hoped his intuition was wrong.

But it was so elaborate.

Irene follows the will of the suddenly appearing monster and world tree and comes to see Chris.

In addition, traces of the necromancer discovered this time.

Wasn’t it said that even the state of the World Tree was strange?

“When was the last time traces of them were found?”

“It seems like it’s been about 40 years. However, we don’t know this yet. He may be a wizard who has dabbled in forbidden magic.”

Paramon swallowed his voice and opened his mouth.

“If they show up again…”

Clocelle’s eyes widened.

“I have to find my name that I abandoned.”

“Hehe…”

A moment of silence fell between the two.

It was Klossel who spoke first.

“It was amazing to see it in person.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about what Chris does. Don’t you feel frustrated because you can’t see it every time?”

“Hehe…”

It was something both of them had always been curious about.

What on earth does Chris see in his eyes and how much can he know?

“He treated the race like he was playing with a toy.”

The words that came out of Clausel’s mouth were also mixed with an absurd laugh.

It had to be that way.

Ghost-type monsters are very difficult to deal with.

Countless knights and soldiers fell helplessly in front of Wraith and Banshee.

This means that only those who can use mana can face this monster.

But to suppress the race without even using mana…

“I lifted the object, but there was no sign of magic.”

“It wasn’t swordsmanship this time either.”

“If this becomes known, the world of magic will be turned upside down. A new form of power.”

The eyes of the two old men were focused on Chris, who was carefully wiping the bells from afar.

Is it the age of an old man?

It felt like something was going to happen around that boy.

“I guess I should contact my granddaughter…haha.”

“I already told you.”