How the Shadow of the Marquis Lives

Chapter 145

Xian entered the cave.

Like a cave in a snow-capped mountain, the damp inside spread out. There was no big difference between Psyche and the cave she entered at the top.

Thinking that there might be some other monsters or demons, Xian carefully explored the inside.

Been going like that for a while.

‘A crossroads?’

A crossroads appeared. One was uphill, as if going upward, and the other was downhill.

After marking the road so as not to get lost, Xian pondered for a while.

‘Because the top might be connected to the cave at the top.’

And for this reason, I chose to go downhill.

If, by any chance, you choose an uphill path and lead to the place where Psyche is, you might interfere with the guy who is calmly recovering his strength.

So I chose the downhill path and went down.

However, it was a more downward road than I thought.

‘It’s quite deep.’

What was a thin slope at first became steeper and steeper, and I came down several times to places that looked like open cliffs.

As I tried to climb the wall in a dark cave relying on a single torch, it reminded me of the past.

The cave where I first met Ravi. Even back then, I used to climb this dark cliff.

Of course, there were no torches like now at that time.

‘yes.’

Of course, that doesn’t mean that this cave is what it was then.

Because the cave where Ravi was located was a kind of fantasy-like space without such a clear substance.

I was thinking about this and that while going downstairs.

‘… … ?’

found something strange No, is it correct to call it a strange space?

It was too bright to be called an underground cave.

There were no luminous stones or something embedded in the ceiling. In the atmosphere itself there were floating shiny things resembling fireflies.

It’s not really a firefly. When Xian tried to touch it, it passed through his hand and passed.

Beneath that shining space, there was a wide grassy field.

On one side was a lake that was neither large nor small, and next to it was a small house.

It was a landscape that could not be imagined in a cave in a snowy mountain in winter.

‘what?’

It was a very peaceful sight, but Xian’s vigilance increased to the extreme.

There is a space where you can’t be in a place you can’t be, but you can’t help but be vigilant.

He grabbed his sword and slowly entered the grass.

OK.

“Yes Ino Ohm! How dare a lizard’s pitchfork come in!”

An old man appeared out of nowhere.

He shouted at Xian and stormed out.

Momentum like a storm. Despite enduring the intense pressure, Xian reacted like a knife.

Kang!

He raised his sword and blocked the old man’s sword.

It was the perfect posture and timing that couldn’t have been better. He was in the middle of a battle with a headless knight, and his swordsmanship skills were in the water.

Even so.

Quaang!

Xian’s body bounced helplessly and flew away.

“Cuck!”

I hit my back hard against the wall of the cave. The wall was dented, and for an instant, a lung-shrinking pain rose up.

The old man didn’t stop there, but immediately ran and struck Xian’s head with a knife.

Xian gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

Caang!

The two swords interlocked and their eyes met.

The old man stared at Xian with fiery eyes.

“I don’t know how he came to know about it, but he has a big liver. How dare you appear in front of me.”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“joy! Are you planning to flirt while exuding the energy of a lizard like that?”

As the old man gave strength, the sword pushed back.

Xian, who judged that he could not hold out with his strength any longer, took advantage of the gap and twisted his sword.

At that moment, the old man’s sword fell, and Xian pulled his upper body to the side to avoid it.

[ Heavenly Sword – True ]

Chew!

Xian’s sword was drawn. A well-refined transverse cut. However, the old man snorted and cut off Xian’s sword.

Receiving the power of the blow, Xian jumped and widened the distance.

Seeing Xian’s movements, the old man’s eyebrows twitched.

“Heh, he’s a guy who knows how to do some tricks. Not like his subordinate.”

Xian, who was breathing heavily, heard the words and narrowed his eyes.

“What the hell is that guy?”

I wondered if you were referring to Psyche.

The fact that this was Psyche’s realm wasn’t even a secret, as Jiren’s case showed.

However, what came out of the old man’s mouth was a completely different name.

“I mean the Demon Dragon King, the Demon Dragon King. Wasn’t that the boss who sent you here?”

The old man snorted and replied.

Then he swept the sword with one hand and aimed it at Xian again.

On the other hand, Xian spoke in a dejected tone.

“The Demon Dragon King’s Jugu. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“under! Are you going to pretend you don’t know? His energy is emanating from you?”

Xian put on an expression of incomprehension.

Wouldn’t it be impossible for him to exude the energy of the Demon Dragon King? To say it was because of Ravi, the demon dragon king’s energy absorbed by Ravi was very small.

It was only weakly absorbed from Andras, one of its contractors.

‘huh?’

In the meantime, there was one thing I guessed.

Xian took out an object from his bosom.

“You mean this?”

A bronze mirror wrapped in cloth. It was the Demon Dragon King’s primitive magic.

Seeing this, the old man’s eyes widened slightly.

And I looked at the mirror and Xian alternately.

“Large.”

The arm of the old man holding the sword relaxed slightly.

he coughed awkwardly.

Looking at it, the dragon king’s aura was spreading around that mirror.

Xian just had it.

Only then did the old man realize that there was some misunderstanding.

“I’m sorry about this… … .”

The old man scratched his forehead shyly and bowed his head.

* * *

“Heh heh heh! Wow, you were one of those who gnawed at him. I almost lost a valuable talent.”

All misunderstandings are cleared up and Xian is invited to the old man’s house.

His name was Gwima. Not exactly a name, just ask to be called that.

Perhaps the real name is different.

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Just as Psyche is called a snake in winter even though she has the name Psyche, the old man is probably called a ghost.

“The Demon Dragon King has marked you as an apostle, so be careful. Even if he’s quiet now, isn’t he the one who gives up on what he wants?”

“Be careful.”

After the misunderstanding was resolved, Xian briefly explained the relationship between himself and the Dragon King.

In the past, in the process of defeating his contractor, he had come face-to-face with the descendant.

It was then that the guy had his eyes on him.

Regarding primitive magic, I can’t explain everything about the academy, so I just said that I was lucky to steal it.

“Hmm, I thought it was quiet these days. You were moving outside, you bastard.”

Gwima laughed a little and said. Looking at him, Xian asked what he was curious about.

“What is your relationship? You and the Demon Dragon King.”

Gwima crossed his arms and replied.

“Well, roughly speaking, you could say it’s like an old enemy.”

“A nemesis?”

“It means they are trying to kill each other.”

Xian opened her eyes wide.

Doesn’t that mean that the old man in front of you is on the same level as the Demon Dragon King?

“Anyway, there must have been a knight outside.”

“Um, that… … .”

“Good to know. It must have penetrated.”

“I broke the sword and it stopped moving.”

When Xian spoke a little apologetically, the ghost laughed.

“Never mind. He must be heartbroken because his cherished sword was broken. Just fix the sword and it will move again.”

I thought the sword didn’t move because it was the body, but I was just heartbroken?

“I picked it up from time to time, but I’m using it as a servant. You’ve taught me a few tricks, so you’re perfect as a gatekeeper.”

Saying so, the demon stroked his beard. He muttered that it was quite a feat to defeat him, then looked at Xian.

In the meantime, he talked to Xian with sparkling eyes about what he was thinking.

“yes. If you’re the one to fight against the Demon Dragon King, I’ll teach you some of my moves.”

“yes?”

“Because the more power you have to harass him, the better.”

Seeing the giggling ghost, Xian opened his eyes wide.

If you teach me, are you referring to the swordsmanship that the headless knight used?

I thought for a moment about when he was fighting him. In the end, Xian won, but the unknown swordsmanship was definitely threatening.

If he had known how to handle that swordsmanship more freely, the outcome might have been different.

“Thank you.”

When I thought about it, the answer was fixed.

There was no reason to give up.

* * *

The two stood facing each other by the lake outside the house.

Twinkling lights were slowly swimming around them.

“What are these lights?”

“You do not need to worry about it. Because it’s nothing.”

The old man gave a rough answer and sat up and warmed up.

I untied my shoulders and pulled out the sword stuck in the dirt.

Then he said it as if he had just remembered it.

“That’s right, why don’t you try using that too?”

“Is that it?”

“The mirror of the Demon Dragon King.”

At that, Xian tried to use primitive magic.

“Writing, I don’t know how to write.”

“Give me.”

The old man took the bronze mirror from Xian’s hand and energized it.

Then strange letters began to glow on the rim around the mirror.

Soon, light spread from the mirror and embraced the son-in-law.

Within it, shiny particles that had been swimming slowly until just now began to rotate rapidly.

“Originally, this was made to instill the source of mana to those who cannot accept mana.”

“… … .”

Xian spread his hands. Rapidly spinning particles were spinning non-stop through his body.

But what that meant, I still didn’t know.

“You seem to have already awakened enough mana, but you haven’t reached the source yet.”

“… … Are you talking about the world of images?”

“What is that? Do you call the Source that way in your world?”

Is it because I am a resident of hell? It seemed that he did not know the word image world.

However, given the circumstances, what the demon was talking about was bound to be the world of images.

Didn’t you see it when you actually saw primitive magic for the first time? That this mirror is magic to engrave the world of images.

“So, what should I do?”

Xian raised his sword. What do you mean by teaching me?

“Dalian.”

The ghost answered briefly.

“Even if I teach, I don’t have the confidence to say this and that. Let’s do sparring or something.”

“… … .”

“What you get out of it is up to you.”

Xian laughed. Simple is good.

Seeing and learning there was an area in which Xian was most confident.

“What do you say about the demon’s swordsmanship?”

“The yam sword.”

“A yam sword? Do you mean a sword that cuts a horse?”

“no. The Demon Dragon King, this is the sword to cut him.”

her. Sian let out a laugh. From the name of the swordsmanship, personal feelings were pouring out.

By the way, if the Demon is said to be on the same level as the Dragon King, does that mean he is also the same great demon as the Dragon King and Psyche?

I asked the question.

“I’m human.”

he replied with a smile.

“Since ancient times, it has been people who decapitated dragons.”