Subscriber of the Gods Episode 8
Episode 8. You’ll know when you try it
“Ugh. Ugh.”
The man who collapsed, foaming at the mouth, clutched his chest.
He waved his hands around as if he was in great pain.
“S, save me… … Please, save me!”
“That’s why you should have listened to me. It would have been nice if you had paid the protection tax earlier.”
In front of them were five people with their bodies tied up tightly.
One person was already poisoned and on the verge of death.
“I, I told you! We really have reached our limit!”
“They say that even a dry rag will release water if you wring it out. Can’t you do more? Do you think we dig the ground to do business? We’re training hard to protect you from the bad guys outside.”
At those words, the other back alley thugs started laughing.
Those tied up here were once merchants.
“So you’re saying you can’t give it to me?”
The biggest of them all spoke up. He seemed to be the leader of this gang of thugs.
One of the tied up merchants begged earnestly.
“Just give me a little more time. Please.”
“Do you think we have so much time? We can’t help it. We have no choice but to make an example of them. What are you doing? Feed them.”
“Yes, brother!”
“You scumbags! What on earth did we do wrong? Didn’t you just rely on your meager power to threaten us without doing anything? We clearly raised the money a while ago. If we keep going like this, we won’t even have money to give you, let alone eat and live.”
“Courage is virtual.”
The big man laughed.
“We need to properly assess the situation.”
“I’m going to say this. If you want to make money, you shouldn’t threaten us, you should make us want to pay!”
“hmm.”
The big man called one of his subordinates.
“That guy. Does he have a family? Go kill them all.”
“yes.”
The expression on the merchant’s face as he spoke hardened. Then he shouted with a pale face.
“You, you… you little shit! Just touch me!”
“It’s ridiculous to be swept away by emotions. Right now, you’re not in a position to do that. Like before, you need to figure out the situation.”
The man approached and struck the merchant in the face.
Pfft! Pfft! Blood spurted out with each strike.
“Stop it!”
Still, he continued to punch without stopping, and only stopped after the merchant passed out.
He looked around at the merchants, shaking his hands.
“Did I do too well? You’re so poor at understanding the situation.”
The merchants who had been complaining until just a moment ago have now become quiet.
“Now you guys have some nice faces. You guys are going to live and die based on my words. You piece of trash. I told you to bring money, right? It’s because you don’t bring money that this mess is happening.”
It was as if he had entrusted me with money.
There were many people who wanted to say something, but they all kept their mouths shut for fear of looking like that merchant just now.
At that moment, it became noisy outside.
bang-!
The door was completely shattered and a rather sickly looking man came in.
“Hoooo.”
He was breathing heavily, his face was bright red, his eyes looked bloodshot, and he looked completely exhausted.
And then a neat article came in.
The knight looked at the sickly man and the crowd inside with a very surprised expression.
There were more numbers inside than I thought.
“young master.”
“are you okay.”
A sickly man stepped forward.
The knight hesitated for a moment, then immediately followed the man.
“What are you?”
“Hoooooooooo.”
He took a deep breath and exhaled, then slowly looked around.
“It’s nothing special. I just came to do some good deeds.”
After entering the back alley, some of the guys didn’t touch Ethan despite his warning. But there are stupid guys out there.
We ended up fighting right before we entered the building.
To survive here, you eventually have to kill someone.
‘It can’t be helped.’
Now that this place has become reality, killing someone in order to survive is inevitable.
I was already prepared.
But it was the first time I actually killed someone.
My stomach was rumbling and I thought my mind would waver, but fortunately that wasn’t the case.
‘It’s thanks to the breathing. The hero’s breathing kept him steady.’
Hercules was a hero.
This breath, the source of all his strength, enabled him to exert his power no matter what situation he encountered.
Of course, it brought excitement and elation.
Schudlen saw Ethan like that and judged that he had great talents that Confucius could not reveal due to his illness.
That’s why I became even more curious.
How strong is Ethan now?
“You came to do a good deed?”
At those words, the thugs started laughing.
Looking closely, both his clothes and his face seemed to indicate that he was from a noble family.
And the sickly appearance that was just seen there.
“Oh my. Is that the sickly prince?”
“That seems right, brother. But you said he couldn’t walk. I guess that was just a rumor.”
“You must have taken too much of the good medicine. We have some medicine, anyway. Should I give you some of it? Hehe.”
“Is that guy behind you an escort? He must be scared because he’s assigned to the sickly prince!”
Shudlen reached for the scabbard on his waist. He wanted to draw it if the time came, but he had a promise with Ethan before he came in.
He told me not to move, as he would handle it himself, unless it was a really dangerous situation.
But I couldn’t just follow Ethan’s orders straight away.
His top priority was to save Ethan’s life, and if Ethan were to get hurt, it would mean he had failed in his mission.
The man began to chuckle as Shudlen remained still with her hand on the scabbard.
“Seeing you running around like this without fear, I guess you want to play hero! Then no one will doubt you if you die like a hero. Don’t you think so, kids?”
“you’re right!”
“I’ll handle it, bro!”
The one missing two front teeth approached Ethan with a big smile.
“Your noble lord. They say that nobles have blue blood. Did you think we would bow down before you when you came here?”
Then he reached out and tapped my shoulder.
Schudlen, who was watching, judged that this was an action that crossed the line.
The moment I was about to draw my sword and swing it.
Ethan easily dodged the bastard’s hand, then pulled out his sword and cut the bastard down.
It was so fast it was invisible to the eye.
“… … !”
Shudlen looked surprised at the speed of the swordsmanship, which was much faster than his own swordsmanship. It was a perfect swordsmanship of Whikus.
Choaaaak-!
The punk fell over, split in two.
The room that had been filled with laughter became quiet as if cold water had been poured over it. The smile disappeared from the face of the large man who was the leader of the gang.
“I heard something funny outside earlier.”
Ethan said with a sickly smile
“Your lives are now hanging on my sword. So just stay still. It is up to you whether you will die comfortably or in pain.”
* * *
Sigh!
‘The sword becomes faster.’
The big guy who was the leader of the gang and the rest of them rushed at Ethan at the same time.
I tried to intervene, but Ethan glared at me.
So naturally, Schudlen took on the rest of the guys except for the big guy.
Originally, it should have been the other way around.
‘Is it okay? Even though the young master is stronger than I thought, the difference in experience is probably big.’
They have lived in these back alleys for a long time and are the leaders of the group. Even though they are not very strong, they have at least one ability that allows them to survive.
That’s why I had to be careful.
‘what!?’
Ethan, who he thought would be pushed, was completely pressuring him.
He was using the quick swordsmanship, a characteristic of Wickus’ swordsmanship, to restrict his movements and wound him without missing any openings that arose.
‘You lack strength. So you plan to accumulate damage and take it down.’
But that was only once or twice. The opponent was also a person who was used to fighting. If you suffer like this, you can turn the situation around in an instant.
The thought of it frighteningly brought out something from his bosom and threw it at me. It was a powdery substance, probably poison.
“I wonder if a young master who grew up in a greenhouse knows what fighting is! Fighting is something you just have to do to take the life of your opponent!”
The man sprayed poison on Ethan like that.
It was a move that would have been impossible for someone without experience to handle.
“young master!”
Shudlen tilted his body forward in a hurry.
It was meant to hit the ground and explode out.
But something was strange.
“uh?”
Ethan swung his sword and created a sword wind. Then he sent the poison powder back.
“Ugh. Ugh. Huh, how… … .”
“Why can’t I always think? Poison is really hard to use. You can get counterattacked in an instant like this.”
Ethan smiled and swung his sword.
“I know because I tried it. Me.”
* * *
The merchant of Pyrenees, Kron, thought he would die without being able to move.
In the old days, back alley guys used to cooperate with merchants.
In exchange for a certain amount of protection money, they dealt with outsiders who came to bully or cause trouble to merchants.
Even if you report it to the lord, there were many cases where they did not immediately provide protection, but instead protected outsiders, so merchants preferred to do business with back alley guys.
But something has changed these days.
Their demands for protection money became ridiculously high, and they began to threaten and even raid merchants who resisted.
As if they had something to offer.
‘That’s Germany.’
What they got their hands on was poison.
I had a feeling that maybe he was desperately trying to raise money to get somewhere else beyond this back alley.
And that thought was spot on. Why are bad feelings always right?
One of the rebel merchants died, and the rest were left helpless and trembling in fear. The same was true of the crone.
There were a lot of enemies and they were using poison, so there was nothing I could do.
Then a sickly-looking Confucius appeared.
No matter how noble they may be, these guys are acting like they have no place in Florence right now.
That’s why I thought he was going to die.
It said there was an article attached, but it didn’t look that strong.
But the ones who died were actually back alley thugs.
‘Nonsense.’
Even though I didn’t have eyes to see the sword, I could tell that there was a big gap between them.
The thugs fell one by one without even being able to put up a proper fight.
But somehow, it seemed like being a child of a noble family had a much harder time.
‘Are you pretending to be weak in order to make the other person let their guard down?’
I thought he was really smart.
I heard that he is the eldest son of the Wickes family, but he is so skilled at such a young age!
“Thank you so much. I will never forget this favor.”
“Thank you so much, thank you so much. Thank you!”
Everyone, including Kron, expressed their gratitude with tears in their eyes.
“It was nothing.”
Knock knock knock. Even the coughing at the end was perfect.
He pretended to be sick until the end. I thought he was a really deep person.
fantasy,
