Raising Paladins

Episode 33. A specimen of learning (3)

Raspberry and the Dwarves outside the Inn.

There, a group of nobles were having a small scuffle.

“Are you really going to drink here? This is where commoners come and go.”

“no way… … Is it the best taste? Besides, this is the only place in Tournoble that properly handles raw oysters.”

A rugged, fleshy, noble young man with a porcupine on his face.

He exchanged glances with the people he came with.

“This is the information I heard from ‘Bill the Dwarf’, the owner of this inn! Did you say that the oysters coming in today are really the best?”

He was a man named ‘Guzman’, and he was on his way after applying for a research position at today’s priest selection.

All the other noble men around me did the same.

Although they were born into aristocratic families, they were truly priestly exam longevity students with mediocre hair and no particular effort.

Except for one woman who mixed in with the crowd.

“Besides, isn’t today the day Meisa took her first exam! At times like these, you should celebrate by eating precious raw oysters. Isn’t that right, Meisa?”

A beautiful woman with blonde hair and distinct features.

It was Meisa who took the battle fuse test with Carl.

I passed the practical test with ease, but I struggled a little in writing.

It was thanks to an unexpectedly difficult problem.

Theology and the history of the Sunsin Church were just the basics of her.

But Maya was lucky.

That’s when the problem with ‘Dawn Paladin’ came out.

Since childhood, Meisa has admired the hero Carlos, who is the Paladin of Dawn and the owner of the holy sword.

I found and read every book related to him, and even copied some of the books I liked.

How many times!

That much Meisa liked Carlos.

It was for this reason that she had been begging her father to hone her swordsmanship since she was a child, or that she had applied to become a combat priest rather than a research priest.

Become a great battle fuse like Carlos!

Her family strongly discouraged her, saying she was a dangerous fighter.

But that didn’t stop Meisa’s passion to be like Carlos, and she finally did well in her first priestly exam today.

What if it hadn’t been for that shabby-dressed man who appeared out of nowhere today?

I could have aimed for the senior pass.

But the skinny man with the wooden sword was too overwhelming.

‘It was an elegant swordsmanship as if dancing… … .’

Terry, who has the best swordsmanship skills among the children of Tournoble nobles.

However, the man showed the difference between an adult and a child against Terry.

A confrontation that fits the expression of playing with it!

Where is that?

He showed great skill even in writing.

It was to the extent that the representative examiner, Greg, and other veteran priests in the research profession were impressed by his answer.

At first glance, I heard that one of the research priests suggested sending his answer to the Sun Temple in the capital to engrave it on a wooden board.

Swordsmanship is swordsmanship, knowledge is knowledge.

Aside from his shabby clothes and scruffy appearance, he was truly flawless.

‘Where did such a person appear… … ?’

I want to see you again.

I want to see and hear about his name and life.

Also, if the opportunity arises, he wanted to learn about his swordsmanship and extensive knowledge.

But the opportunity never came.

Because as soon as the test was over, the man disappeared like the wind.

He handed in the written answer sheet in 5 minutes and left.

When Meisa wrote her answer and came out of the temple, he was already nowhere to be found.

‘I’m sorry… … .’

I just wanted to talk to you once.

Meisa wandered outside the temple in a sense of dejection for missing him.

At that time, it was the aristocratic men who were with her right now who approached her.

“Meisa, are you listening to me? Today, this oppa shoots cool! ha ha ha!”

Guzman, a longevity student in the priesthood exam, and his friends.

They always wanted to be with the beautiful Meisa.

Hana had a good family, and Terry, who was good at fighting, was always by Meisa’s side, so there were few opportunities.

But today.

It is said that the cheeky old Terry was carried away on a stretcher by some country idiot.

From what I’ve heard, it’s a serious injury that could make him unable to hold a sword again.

As Terry was so famous among the sons of Tournoble nobles, the word spread quickly.

And he set fire to the hearts of other aristocratic men who wanted Meisa.

‘The opportunity has finally arrived!’

Opportunity to earn points for Meisa, who never dreamed of being reluctant!

If you miss today, the day when you can dine at Meisa’s table will probably never come again.

That’s why Guzman and other candidates for research jobs were determined.

Of course, all I had to do was shake a thick money bag.

“What are you talking about, Guzman! I will pay for the oysters today!”

“No, I will pay! I still wanted to treat Meisa to dinner.”

“I can’t. Not too long ago, my dad made a fortune in his new business! I will live today, Meisa!”

He is a longevity student in the priesthood exam and has no special skills.

However, they all had aristocratic backgrounds.

Especially, even in the outskirts of the empire, they are the sons of nobles in fairly wealthy cities, so they have plenty of money.

When Guzman and the men started bragging about their father and money, Maysa felt a headache.

‘I’m tired… … .’

If you eat with these chideul, you won’t feel the taste even if it’s an expensive raw oyster.

If you want to eat oysters, you can buy them with your own money and eat them.

So I wanted to get away from these palpungi right away.

But that’s not as easy as it sounds.

Most of Tournoble’s aristocrats are business-related.

If Maysa treats them too coldly, it could affect the family business.

Above all, the status of nobility.

If you like it, you like it, if you don’t like it, you don’t like it.

If you were honest with people, strange rumors would start to circulate from that very night.

Meisa was tired of having to worry about so many things.

‘If I could just leave somewhere… … .’

A place where you can avoid worrying about marriage of convenience and people’s questions about why a woman wants to become a combat priest.

If there was such a place, Meisa wanted to head there without hesitation.

‘It would really be heaven if there was a teacher worthy of serving with sincerity!’

But that kind of place doesn’t exist in the world.

Something like Neverland, which was created by picking out only the wishes… … .

Maysa nodded with a heavy smile on her lips.

“Thank you for caring about me, older brothers.”

“Oh oh! So, are we going to eat oysters together?”

“… … Okay.”

“ha ha ha! Let’s get in! I will lead, so follow me!”

Empty!

Guzman proudly kicked the inn door and entered.

“Hey, Bill! I heard you came in today? Hurry up and lay it down!”

The attitude of a careless man treating the owner, Bill, as if he were a servant.

However, the children of other aristocrats who were with him did not stop Gauze alone.

In the first place, if it wasn’t for Meisa, I thought that there would be no reason to come to such an old-fashioned inn used by commoners.

Meisa alone showed an embarrassed complexion.

“Come on, Meisa! Sit down here in the sunlight.”

Gauzman went to the empty window and dusted the chair with his own hand.

Considering his background, this is a very unconventional move.

As Guzman took Meisa with dust on his hands, the other men moved quickly as well.

“But with dirty hands, why? If Meisa is going to sit down, she should wipe it like this.”

Swish-sssss-.

Men blowing on their sleeves and wiping their chairs.

Each of them was anxious to have Meisa sit next to them.

While Meisa was contemplating where to sit to be less burdensome, the owner, Bill, approached.

“Aren’t you youngsters?”

The first to react was Guzman.

“Bill! Didn’t I say fresh oysters were coming in today? I’ve brought a special guest, so hurry up and serve it. Served with lemon and something else!”

“Oysters are already sold out.”

“Give me some of your vaunted dark beer… … huh? what?”

“I’m sorry, but the oysters that came in today have already been sold. To them over there.”

“They… … ?”

The eyes of Guzman and the men returned.

It was toward the top of the fruit, sitting at the bar table in front of the kitchen and enjoying oysters and stout beer.

And a skinny man sitting among them.

The moment she saw him, Maysa’s eyes widened.

‘That person… … !’

It must be that man!

The man who combines elegant swordsmanship with rich theological knowledge!

It was Carl, the man Meisa rushed out to find as soon as the test was over.

‘Why is that person here… … ?’

What else is it like to hang out with those who seem to be a group of merchants without hesitation?

When Meisa is taken aback by an unexpected encounter.

Guzman was holding Bill by the collar and threatening him.

“What are you talking about? I brought all my friends, but there are no oysters? Are you kidding me?”

“… … Could that be the case, Bocchan? I just sold it to the person who ordered first. If you want to eat oysters, why don’t you tell us in advance?”

“Are you saying this because you don’t know who I and my friends are? At Tournoble, our faces are our business cards, and our names are the number one priority for automatic reservations!”

“… … well. It’s the first time I’ve heard of such a thing.”

“This dwarf bastard really!”

match!

Finally, Guzman’s palm went up.

The right cheek, which had been slapped, quickly turned red, but Bill held it in silently.

Even if they look like dogs, they are descendants of aristocrats.

Their father is the owner of a large farm in Tournoble and influential businessmen.

Even Bill, who had a brash personality, couldn’t wield an iron ladle even against them.

Because Bill was also living in Tournoble.

“They say there are good quality oysters. What is this, just gauze?”

“Even Meisa came with me.”

“Were you just being ignored by the innkeeper?”

The men made fun of Gauzman, wanting it to be this time.

It looks like they want to show their superiority to Meisa by cutting off only the gauze.

However, Meisa’s gaze had been fixed on only one man from before.

And the man was now approaching this way.

“Let go of that hand.”

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Jerk, Jerk!

It was a wooden sword on his waist, but his gait was more confident than any other weapon.

In addition, the low voice that roars like a lion arouses awe in the listener.

flinch!

Guzman was overwhelmed by Carl’s gaze and momentum.

He tried to gather his heart and said to Carl.

“What? Who else are you?”

“This is Carlos, priest of the Temple of Dawn in Meirium.”

“fuse… … ?”

Guzman’s arrogant gaze swept the knife up and down.

“Puhahahaha! A priest after acting like a beggar? Shiiin and aaan?”

“Pahahahaha!”

“Beggars are bad too! Look at the soup dripping down your face! Ha ha ha!”

The laughter of Guzman and his gang bursts into laughter.

However, rather than a smile, Carl’s face was gradually growing angry.

“It is the last warning. Let go and apologize politely to the chef. Then I’ll let you go on foot.”

Swoop!

Suddenly, Carl’s right hand was holding a beer mug made from a hollowed-out log.

The word is a beer mug, but if you hit someone with that, it’s like a weapon.

Moreover, since the person holding it was Carl, the brands and fruit merchants who knew the skill of the knife felt intimidated.

‘He’s the kind of person who treats thugs as if they were mutts in the neighborhood!’

The fruit merchants intuit the bleak fate of Guzman and the children that will soon unfold.

They raised their glasses and toasted in silence.

“Hey, it’s a pity… … .”

“I had no luck. Even if I had to, I was caught by priest Carl… … .”

“It would be less painful to just jump off a cliff.”

When brands are praying for Guzman and the children.

Maysa jumped up from her seat.

Then he asked Carl with an extremely serious look.

“just now… … Did you say your name was Carlos?”