The shadows of the dim lights flickered, and Kusla, wrapped in a thin blanket, was lying on a hard bed, and his eyes opened.

Although Milan in winter was inferior to Romania, he was sealed with magic and completely reduced to an ordinary person - it is more appropriate to say that he was a prisoner.

In the distance, there was the sound of stepping on the stairs, probably because it was time for the guard to change shifts.

Hmph, no matter what kind of prisoner it is, the detention system hasn't changed much.

I'm so confident.

"How's it going inside?"

A faint voice came through the crack in the door.

At the same time, there was a tinkling sound of a chain lock. The style is retro, but with the blessing of spells, no matter what kind of lock-picking technique can not be opened, for the prisoner who has lost the ability to exercise magic, even the last way to survive is broken.

"Pretty honest"

At the same time as he heard the voice, Kusla felt the gaze.

The guards would observe the prisoners from time to time to prevent the bodies of some of the men who could not think of committing suicide from decomposing and molding.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Who knows, but I heard that he was planted with the curse of 'trembling for the rest of his life', it's true"

"It seems to be called the name Kusla."

"Kusra, I've heard of the Grand Knight of the 'Warrior' known as the 'Warrior' by the Romanian Society, and the former head of the [Dragon Knights]. Single-handedly fighting against the evil dragon that appeared from the disobedient god, he was eventually defeated due to the excessive use of mana. It was caught effortlessly by the big knights of the headquarters. ”

"Later, it seems that the alliance of those guys collapsed immediately."

"yes, it's surprisingly easy. He is worthy of being a 'warrior', and capturing him is tantamount to destroying the morale of the enemy. ”

It's like being treated like a big shot, Kusla smiled wryly.

But the slightly mocking statement made him a little uncomfortable.

The confinement had been going on for a few years, and he was tired of counting the stars through the cracks in the iron lattices embedded in the windows.

"Hey!"

Kusra made a noise in his cell.

It's like walking through the prairie in the season when autumn insects chirp.

The insects, which had been noisy until a moment ago, all stopped chirping.

However, the cold air spread.

"Let's talk."

He tried to stand up, but was stiff from the cold and fatigue. Known as the 'Warrior' Kusla, he was once feared by many for his single-handedness against the Disobedient Dragon. But in fact, it is no different from other great knights. Although the strength is slightly above average. But the physique is not so strong either. The face that thinks he is fierce has never been called a beautiful man. If you blend in with the crowd, you will immediately become unrecognizable. After being sealed with mana, he and Kusla were not even as good as ordinary people.

In a few more years. The strength will decline more and more strictly.

When standing up. Kusra felt pain in his joints as well as a slight dizziness.

But the man on the other side of the cell door didn't know about it.

Kusla dragged the hoop to his feet. Chains and iron balls like ice staggered close to the cell door, and pressed their faces against the iron lattice attached to the door.

"Let's talk."

The light makes the eyes painful. Kusla narrowed her eyes slightly, but seemed to make his face look a little vicious. On the other side of the iron lattice, two guards stood like rabbits in the mountains who carelessly met humans.

"Don't worry, it's not a loss for you."

Kusla smiled hard, but he knew it was even more creepy at times like this.

He has long since laid down his dignity.

"I'm a little, I want to ask you."

When it comes to the requests of the people in prison, they are mostly the same, nothing more than a request for warmth and cold, a request for food, or permission for them to write some letters, and to kill themselves quickly.

The two guards came back to their senses a little because of this sentence, which they were accustomed to hearing.

They looked at each other for a moment, and the older one spoke:

"W-What are the requirements?"

"Well, it's easy."

Kusla replied, gesturing to the lock under the iron frame.

"Can you open this place with a key?"

There was a snap, as if there was a real sound, and the two guards froze.

It's already late at night, and even the sun is asleep in demonic time.

The two guards came back to their senses, glared at him and said:

"What a joke, how could you do something like that!"

"Of course, I won't let you do it for nothing."

It was very hard work to have to endure the cold with the prisoners in the middle of the night and to monitor them. Still, one of the reasons people flock to the guards every time they are assigned is that they can expect bribes from the prisoners in addition to their salaries.

In addition, they are not full members.

The two guards looked at each other again, unintentionally revealing that they were overwhelmed by each other's momentum.

However, it is human nature that there are two people who can always muster up courage.

This time it was the younger one who said:

"You, you've been declared permanently imprisoned by headquarters, and you're almost like a dead man. In that case, why should we respond to your deals? If it is an earnest plea, you can listen to it. Weigh yourself! ”

"So. Just torture me like those magicians, and maybe you can torture the secret ritual spell out of my mouth. ”

The guards were speechless, and if they were deceived by the rhetoric of the prisoners, life would be at stake.

"You are not an ordinary prisoner, and we can't do anything to you without an order from headquarters."

He didn't even dare to enter the cell for fear of ruining his reputation.

So Kusra shrugged and fumbled around the inside of his jacket. Ignoring their excuses, he said:

"Naw. Didn't you say that you wouldn't be allowed to do it in vain? Give you something good. ”

“…… Good, good stuff? ”

"yes, you guys, have you ever encountered one or two annoyances while doing this work?"

“”

The guards saw the apparition as if they were drunk, and they looked at Kusra with a frown.

"Special. It's the bosses, those guys. Boss. ”

"Boss?"

"That's right. It's just because the background is slightly better. Shedding the blood of the ancestors. They rightfully have the opportunity and ability to change their lives, and they are the best spokesmen for that phrase - hard work leads to success. The selection from the commoners was only a servant, and not only did they not have the opportunity to learn magic. Not even the most basic respect. Let's recall, the disdainful expressions of the knights from the headquarters. ”

As expected, the two exchanged glances with each other.

It's just that this time it was two people who swallowed their saliva together.

“…… Good stuff...... What is it? ”

Hooked.

Kusra chuckled secretly.

"That's it, this one."

He took the vial from his bosom and shook it gently in front of the iron lattice.

The eyes of the two chased the small bottle like cats.

"Just put the contents of the little bottle a little bit on the nasty guy's skin."

In an instant, both of their faces changed color slightly.

This time, the two did not look at each other's faces, but looked at Kusla in a daze.

"Hey this, it can't be"

Known as the 'Warrior', Kusla is a prisoner who is considered a dangerous character by the Blue Cross.

The original clothes, swords, and some magic props all left his side. The only thing left was this vial, which was extremely dangerous for living beings, and was of the same nature as the assassin smeared poison on his weapon.

Kusla is not only a great knight.

Or a rare wizard.

It is inevitable that the guards who know him well will be tempted.

The two of them asked in unison:

"What is this?"

"An ancient poison that even a dragon can kill."

"Huh?"

"This is refined from many extinct drugs, smearing on weapons, or touching the flesh of living beings is only the most superficial use, the real use is to let this thing work from the body of living beings, no matter how out of common sense of the divine beasts, heroes, even gods will feel a headache for this."

"What about people?"

"Well, I remember that something like this happened in the past. In ancient Japan, this was called a 'knife test', but I was very satisfied with the results. ”

"What is the result?"

Kusla shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Nothing happened."

"Huh?"

The two of them shouted together, and it was a moment of indignation when they were teased.

"It wasn't until the next morning that I walked to the guy's bedroom. The guy's skin was festering all over his body, his face was jet black, and his hands were curled like this, like charred corpses. What a shock. The ancient legend of the assassination of the great king of Ethiopia is true. That's it. ”

Kusra shook the vial again.

"The good thing about this thing is that you don't die the moment you eat it. There is a time difference. That means you will not be under suspicion. Moreover, the corpses were horrible and ugly. Only then will it be like being abandoned by God. So everybody thinks it's damned. No one would have thought that a little powder in this little bottle would be the reason. Say yes. ”

To the two who listened very carefully, Kusla deepened his smile and said:

"In exchange for this powder, can you please open this place?"

It was late at night, the sun had already set, and even God's servants were asleep, and there was no one to guard but the two. The two stared intently as if possessed by Kusla. In this filthy world, there is no one who does not want to kill one or two enemies.

“”

The two guards wiped a handful of sweat that almost condensed into drops in the cold, and their whole bodies stiffened.

But there is a color in the eyes of mutual forgiveness of each other's crimes.

Kusla chuckled, the keychain pinned to the guard's waist clanging.

A qiē is a nightmare that darkness and nightmares bewitch people.

There's nothing wrong with that.

If you want to blame it, blame the world.

"Really, really"

The man with the keychain pinned to his waist said in a hoarse voice.

That hand was about to touch the keys, and it was about to fall.

Just as Kusla's smile was about to reach satisfaction, reality gave him a slap in the face.

"A good knight has become a fraudster."

If it was an angry reprimand, the guard would have felt guilty, but it was a calm tease.

The two guards were startled. I don't know if it was because they were panicked and wanted to turn back, so the two fell awkwardly together.

The moment they fell to the ground, they looked up in the direction of the sound.

They froze.

Because there stood an Oriental man in a black shirt and jeans who ignored the sense of the season.

"The Blue Cross has done a good job in all aspects, but it is too bad in treating the prisoners. The environment is not mentioned, the guard's su zhì is not as good as a dog, at least the dog is not deceived by language. ”

“”

Looking down at the two of them, gasping as if they had forgotten the way they were breathing, the young man casually approached the cell. Kusra looked at him in amazement, even though he had lost his ability to be a magician, his eyesight was still there.

How to say it.

It's like a noble son.

But-

No.

No.

No.

I can't find the slightest feature.

Just like the mysterious character in the novel, the author does not reveal any basic information except for the description of a 'mysterious person'.

Kusla couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, it was the first time he had seen such an anomalous person.

I saw the young man walk slowly in front of him, obviously he didn't do anything, but the door opened.

The lock that had been sealed with the spell applied didn't do anything.

And the two guards were still lying on the ground, looking at their stiff appearance, probably under the spell.

"Hello, Kusla."

The young man took out his right hand from his pocket and stretched it out in front of him.

Kusla hesitated for a moment.

"Who are you?"

"The object of your future service is yes, I am the only magician who can compete with the kings of ancient and modern times, and stand at the apex of mankind and even the transcendent realm."

The young man smiled happily.

(The story of the Godslayer begins, and the goal is the sea of stars!) (To be continued......)