The Guild Master of Demon Hunters that the Empire is Obsessed With

48 – Farewell at Dawn (10)

As I was about to grab Isiste by the collar, it came to life on the shield and hit my hand hard.

Some of the tattoos all over her body gave off a faint light.

“Leonard. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

From behind the shield, Isiste opened her mouth sticky.

“When I first heard the name of the person who wanted to meet me, I thought it was you. How are you still alive?”

Isiste.

An elven mage who specializes in rune magic.

Casts magic with runic tattoos all over the body without chanting spells.

Because tattoos have to be engraved continuously, it is a non-mainstream method among wizards.

However, if the casting time is very short and the understanding of magic is high, the tattoos can interact with each other to create thousands of magic….

No, that’s not the problem, b*tch!

“Well, a demon hunter named Leonard is common…”

“My commission fee, b*tch!”

“Request fee?”

Isiste tilted her head exaggeratedly as if she didn’t know.

“Give me the request fee you took away. Before I kill you.”

“Did I ever entrust you with a commission?”

A mean smile appeared on Isiste’s lips.

I met this elf when I was just possessing it and completing random quests.

At that time, it looked very suspicious like it does now, but I immediately asked because I was in need of experience points.

At the time, Isiste asked me to retrieve some rare items, including demon by-products, for some research.

And they bounced around with them.

At the time, I wasn’t as strong as I am now, so I couldn’t afford to deal directly with the mage, so I lost my temper.

f*ck good meeting today, tattoo nerd Kampf b*tch!

“Request fee!”

“I’m not sure what kind of request you made? I don’t remember entrusting you with a request.”

A mischievous smile crossed Isiste’s face.

“I guess I’ve lived too long and my memory is jumbled up.”

“Young b*tch with no blood on her head stop talking bullsh*t and give it to me right now!”

“By the way, who’s that kid in the back? It looks like he’s a wizard, judging from the magic flowing through him.”

Whether I was angry or not, Isiste’s eyes turned to Ornette, who was standing behind me.

“It’s beautiful.”

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A very uncomfortable light appeared in Isiste’s eyes as she looked at Ornette.

“I like beautiful things. Things like you.”

It’s as if the sticky eyes are licking me with a saliva-filled tongue.

“Give me the commission fee. One hundred and thirty gold coins.”

“Well, you don’t remember that?”

“Then I have to remind you.”

Opening the cloak, he pulled out the Nightrend and hit the shield.

The magical power and the blade of Nightrend reacted to each other, and sparks began to fly.

Isis Te, who was overflowing with her composure, flinched at the sudden appearance of the age trend and pulled her upper body back.

But she soon smiled again and spoke slowly.

“It looks like the sword was enchanted. You can’t break my shield that way.”

“It must have been the case when I was being devoured by you. Ornette, can you disarm the shield?”

Looking back, Ornette shook his head.

“Can’t you do it or not?”

Remain silent.

“It’s too bad.”

Isiste smiled intoxicated with a sense of triumph.

I can’t help it if Ornette is like that.

I took out the special oil and poured it on the blade of Nightrend.

Then, as she inhaled an elixir, a burning pain spread throughout her body.

“Keuuugh…!”

That’s why I asked Ornette to disarm her shield.

“Haang, the drug dealer is taking drugs again.”

She smiled at Isiste’s smile and opened up the screams of the age trend.

Kyaaah-!!!!

Isiste’s face turned pale at that desperate scream, temporarily shaking her defenses.

She slammed her hand next to the age-trend blade that was grinding the surface of her shield and tore it apart with all her might.

“How do you think a middle school wizard can’t do that?”

She reached out through the slit and grabbed Isiste’s neck.

“Kek!”

Isiste, whose neck was held in my grasp, hurriedly tried to cast teleportation.

However, after inhaling the elixir, my grip strength rejected it.

With Nightrend, he tore up the remaining shield and picked up Isiste and slammed it into the ground.

Isiste fell to the floor from the back and fainted while making a gasping sound.

“Oh wow, that really pisses me off.”

Ornette approached slowly and looked down at Isiste.

With her pale face and sweat on her brow, she must have been quite shocked by the screams of the age trend.

If it is not the last bastion, which is the demon hunter’s mental defense skill, it is difficult to be sane even after hearing Nightrend’s screams.

Even the high magician Orléans has lost his magic.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s okay. Is this elf dead?”

“Not dead. Passed out.”

“Why are you treating this elf so harshly?”

“Didn’t you hear? You ate my request fee? One hundred and thirty gold coins?”

Ornete shook his head slowly and squatted down.

Then I looked at the tattoos on Isiste’s naked body.

“Rune magic. It is a very old method that was used mainstream before magic developed systematically.”

“I know.”

“How old is this elf?”

“He said he was two hundred and fifty years old.”

“You’re a young elf, but you use old-fashioned magic.”

“Maybe I’m just addicted to tattoos? But you know. Didn’t you get your shield off or didn’t you?”

At my question, Ornette looked up at me with sea-blue eyes.

“I was curious.”

“What?”

“Your ability as a demon hunter. Can you dispel the mage’s shield by yourself?”

I laughed because I was dumbfounded.

“So you don’t know how to bind the opponent’s magic?”

“Are you a wizard?”

“Huh?”

Ornette asked.

“A wizard? You seem to have a good knowledge of magic.”

“I got it from here and there. So can you do it or not?”

“You mean to bind this elf’s magic?”

“Yeah. That’s beyond my ability.”

“If you bind your magic, this elf will have to stop being a wizard.”

“That’s none of my business. You’re taking my money and screaming loudly.”

Ornette looked down at Isiste in silence.

“Can you?”

“I can keep them out of town.”

I said it as if it were weak, but what Ornette said was a great magic.

A high level of magic that most wizards cannot even dream of.

As expected, the relics of Orléans.

“I’d appreciate it if you would. Also, can you wake him up? There was some magic that woke him up by shocking him.”

But Ornette was silent.

I was trying to trace the tattoo on Isiste’s body with my slender fingers.

“Is this also a test of my ability?”

“Yes.”

“Ha, really.”

I bent down and grabbed Isiste by the hair and slapped her on the cheek.

“Wake up!”

After hitting it a few times, Isiste frowned and opened her eyes.

“It hurts!!”

“Stay still.”

As I brought the blade of the age trend to his throat, Isis Te immediately shut his mouth.

A look of fear flashed in her green eyes as she looked down at Nightrend.

“What is this knife…?”

“There is no need to know. It is not good to know.”

As Isiste calmed down, she asked, sitting astride her stomach.

“It’s heavy…!”

“Money?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“If I had, would I have come all the way to the countryside to work?”

“Does it make sense that the wizard has no money?”

“It makes sense.”

Ornette, who had been quiet, opened her mouth.

“Rune tattoos cost a lot of money.”

What is this guy?

You seem like you don’t know anything, but you still know strange things, right?

Isis Te looked at Ornette and smiled her eyes.

“Hoong, the baby spoke well. If I knew how much money went into this body, I’d probably freak out.”

“So you ate my request fee and got a tattoo with that?”

Isiste responded with a mean smile.

“Where did you go?”

“Here.”

She took the age trend that way as Isiste pointed to her shoulder.

“Then let’s cut this out and start.”

If I had said this when we first met here, Isiste would have laughed.

But after tearing off her hand and her age-trends that had previously torn off her defenses, Isiste gasped and screamed.

“No! Two hundred gold coins!”

“Then give me the money quickly. One hundred and thirty gold coins. One hundred and fifty gold coins with interest.”

“Haa, ok. Ok. I can give you the money. Get out of the way. Get the money.”

Isiste muttered a curse and stood up.

“It’s really like a f*cking dog. I had to meet that bastard here…”

Isiste’s body, which seemed to be going to the back of the sofa, suddenly crackled.

It was space movement magic.

“Ha, you asshole! I said! No money! Get out of here, f*ck you! I won’t give you a dime!”

Isiste’s smiley face soon hardened.

His body still shook as if the noise was caught, but it didn’t disappear and continued to stay there.

“Uh…? Why are you like this…?”

“I can’t go outside the city.”

Looking at that, Ornette said nonchalantly.

“What…?”

“The coordinate recognition range was limited.”

As soon as I heard that, Isiste jumped over the sofa and ran towards us.

Then she slipped and knelt in front of me.

“Leonard. I was wrong. I just meant it as a joke. I’m really sorry.”

“Give me the money.”

“I’ll give you money. But I don’t have it right now. It’s real. Trust me. I don’t have any money for tattoos. Please.”

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Turning around, Ornette gave him a brief nod.

I’m not lying about not having money.

“I’ll work hard here and pay you back little by little with my salary. Please, please. To do that, shouldn’t you buy me and leave me intact?”

Isis Te begged for her hands.

Hmm, since they told me that they couldn’t run away and they didn’t have any money, should I take it that way?

Fortunately, I have the original copy of the request contract I was talking about in the safe in the guild manager’s room.

Things I kept while waiting for the day I would get the money back someday after being devoured.

Then I’ll have to go to a lawyer with the contract and foreclose on my salary.

I was thinking about this and that, but Isiste suddenly pointed at me.

“Oh, right! You, you!”

“What.”

“Come to think of it! At that time, I’ll have to pay off a few dozen gold coins!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You did it with me! You thought it was free?!”

No, that’s coming from here now?

“Crazy boy! You put sleeping pills in my canteen and forced me to do it!!”

“I don’t think I didn’t know that you bastard didn’t have any effect because you’re resistant to drugs? Anyway, since you’re right, give me at least a hundred gold coins to sell! You don’t even know how precious virgin elves are!”

“It’s not a virgin, it’s a prostitute. And what? A hundred pieces? Which chicken farm in the world takes a hundred gold coins as an entrance fee and eats it?!”

“What?! Poultry farm?! This is an ant-crazy bastard?!”

“Return the hymen, b*tch! Ornette! Can you possibly restore the hymen with magic?”

Ornette came out and stared at Isiste.

Looks like he’s sighing through his eyes.