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Chapter 129.1: Curses and Miracles (4)
At that moment, the scenery changed. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
The dark, damp smell that lingered in the cold underground tomb suddenly turned into a warm meadow under the sunshine.
Johan was standing in front of a secluded pond. The lush greenery brought a calm peace to his mind.
However, Johan paled in astonishment and drew out his sword. It was because of a mystery he had never experienced before.
As Suetlg and Caenerna both testified, Johans soul was truly strong and steadfast. Impervious to common mysteries or curses.
Thats why Johan dared to touch the cursed idol, isnt it?
Yet now Johan walked into the pagan mystery without any resistance. He couldnt help but be surprised.
The sound of water was heard. A naked priestess was walking out of the pond. It was a beautiful figure that looked exactly like the pagan idol, but Johan didnt care. Pointing his sword, he said coldly.
Send me back.
But the priestess just smiled. Before Johan got closer and swung his sword, treasures appeared in front of him.
It was a golden mountain that even kings would be tempted by. With this much gold, an army of ten thousand could be maintained for years, it seemed.
The priestess pointed at the treasure as if telling him to take it. Johan shook his head. He wasnt stupid enough to accept something whose identity was unknown.
I told you to send me back.
The priestess laughed again. This time, elves looking like Iselia appeared next to him. Iselia made seductive expressions that she could never make, and the elves tried to cling to Johan. Johan pushed them away.
The priestess did not give up and presented gifts over and over. But Johan stabbed his sword into the ground and said,
Ill say this one last time. Send me back.
The priestess shrugged as if she had no choice. It looked like she was frustrated. At that moment, Johan realized that his body was soaking in the pond.
?!
The priestess scooped the water with her hand and poured it over Johans head. As the cool, clear water flowed down his head, he felt strength gushing through his body.
While the evil spirit Valkalmur had violent, crude power, the priestesss power was gentle and wise.
The moment that power lingered in his body, Johan was able to realize that none of this was a trap.
Can you lead the mercenaries?
No one would answer no to this question. Deosam desperately nodded his head.
Of course I can lead them, Count. Please leave it to me. I will follow you loyally!
Due to your curse, our schedule has been delayed quite a bit. Lead the mercenaries south and join the army. If you are late, I will not forgive you. Understand?
Johan gave orders to Deosam in front of the other sub-captains. It was as if Deosam was the sub-captain and Johan was the leader of the mercenaries.
For a nobleman to clearly show the hierarchy and give orders to a mercenary captain like this within a mercenary group was rare.
When nobles hired mercenary groups, they would generally show some respect to the captain and give autonomy as custom.
However, Johan forcibly ordered Deosam in front of all the mercenaries. As if the entire mercenary group had fallen into Johans hands.
Yet no one complained. Rather, they listened as if it was natural for Deosam to follow Johans orders.
. . . . . .
Deosam broke into a cold sweat at the completely changed atmosphere of the mercenary group.
Just what on earth happened while he was bedridden from the curse?
It wasnt just borrowing command. It felt like the entire mercenary group had been handed over to Johan.
. . .?
When the atmosphere of a mercenary group became like this, there was nothing a captain could do. While a captains authority was absolute, operating a mercenary group surprisingly required reading the mood of the mercenaries themselves.
If Count Yeats orders were ignored or delayed, a riot could break out immediately. That was the kind of atmosphere it was.
Yes! Your Excellency Count. I pledge my name and honor to serve you.
Good. Ill trust you then. Deosam.
Similar conversations occurred in the other camp as well. The atmosphere in the mercenary camp, which had been like a graveyard, quickly regained morale and prepared to advance. It was like a bolt from the blue for the pirates.
s.
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Chapter 129.1: Curses and Miracles (4)
At that moment, the scenery changed. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
The dark, damp smell that lingered in the cold underground tomb suddenly turned into a warm meadow under the sunshine.
Johan was standing in front of a secluded pond. The lush greenery brought a calm peace to his mind.
However, Johan paled in astonishment and drew out his sword. It was because of a mystery he had never experienced before.
As Suetlg and Caenerna both testified, Johans soul was truly strong and steadfast. Impervious to common mysteries or curses.
Thats why Johan dared to touch the cursed idol, isnt it?
Yet now Johan walked into the pagan mystery without any resistance. He couldnt help but be surprised.
The sound of water was heard. A naked priestess was walking out of the pond. It was a beautiful figure that looked exactly like the pagan idol, but Johan didnt care. Pointing his sword, he said coldly.
Send me back.
But the priestess just smiled. Before Johan got closer and swung his sword, treasures appeared in front of him.
It was a golden mountain that even kings would be tempted by. With this much gold, an army of ten thousand could be maintained for years, it seemed.
The priestess pointed at the treasure as if telling him to take it. Johan shook his head. He wasnt stupid enough to accept something whose identity was unknown.
I told you to send me back.
The priestess laughed again. This time, elves looking like Iselia appeared next to him. Iselia made seductive expressions that she could never make, and the elves tried to cling to Johan. Johan pushed them away.
The priestess did not give up and presented gifts over and over. But Johan stabbed his sword into the ground and said,
Ill say this one last time. Send me back.
The priestess shrugged as if she had no choice. It looked like she was frustrated. At that moment, Johan realized that his body was soaking in the pond.
?!
The priestess scooped the water with her hand and poured it over Johans head. As the cool, clear water flowed down his head, he felt strength gushing through his body.
While the evil spirit Valkalmur had violent, crude power, the priestesss power was gentle and wise.
The moment that power lingered in his body, Johan was able to realize that none of this was a trap.
Can you lead the mercenaries?
No one would answer no to this question. Deosam desperately nodded his head.
Of course I can lead them, Count. Please leave it to me. I will follow you loyally!
Due to your curse, our schedule has been delayed quite a bit. Lead the mercenaries south and join the army. If you are late, I will not forgive you. Understand?
Johan gave orders to Deosam in front of the other sub-captains. It was as if Deosam was the sub-captain and Johan was the leader of the mercenaries.
For a nobleman to clearly show the hierarchy and give orders to a mercenary captain like this within a mercenary group was rare.
When nobles hired mercenary groups, they would generally show some respect to the captain and give autonomy as custom.
However, Johan forcibly ordered Deosam in front of all the mercenaries. As if the entire mercenary group had fallen into Johans hands.
Yet no one complained. Rather, they listened as if it was natural for Deosam to follow Johans orders.
. . . . . .
Deosam broke into a cold sweat at the completely changed atmosphere of the mercenary group.
Just what on earth happened while he was bedridden from the curse?
It wasnt just borrowing command. It felt like the entire mercenary group had been handed over to Johan.
. . .?
When the atmosphere of a mercenary group became like this, there was nothing a captain could do. While a captains authority was absolute, operating a mercenary group surprisingly required reading the mood of the mercenaries themselves.
If Count Yeats orders were ignored or delayed, a riot could break out immediately. That was the kind of atmosphere it was.
Yes! Your Excellency Count. I pledge my name and honor to serve you.
Good. Ill trust you then. Deosam.
Similar conversations occurred in the other camp as well. The atmosphere in the mercenary camp, which had been like a graveyard, quickly regained morale and prepared to advance. It was like a bolt from the blue for the pirates.
s.
Chapter 129.1: Curses and Miracles 4At that moment, the scenery changed. Updated from novelbIn.comThe dark, damp smell that lingered in the cold underground tomb suddenly turned into a warm meadow under the sunshine.Johan was standing in front of a secluded pond. The lush greenery brought a calm peace to his mind. However, Johan paled in astonishment and drew out his sword. It was because of a mystery he had never experienced before.As Suetlg and Caenerna both testified, Johans soul was truly strong and steadfast. Impervious to common mysteries or curses. Thats why Johan dared to touch the cursed idol, isnt it?Yet now Johan walked into the pagan mystery without any resistance. He couldnt help but be surprised.The sound of water was heard. A naked priestess was walking out of the pond. It was a beautiful figure that looked exactly like the pagan idol, but Johan didnt care. Pointing his sword, he said coldly. Send me back.But the priestess just smiled. Before Johan got closer and swung his sword, treasures appeared in front of him. It was a golden mountain that even kings would be tempted by. With this much gold, an army of ten thousand could be maintained for years, it seemed. The priestess pointed at the treasure as if telling him to take it. Johan shook his head. He wasnt stupid enough to accept something whose identity was unknown.I told you to send me back. The priestess laughed again. This time, elves looking like Iselia appeared next to him. Iselia made seductive expressions that she could never make, and the elves tried to cling to Johan. Johan pushed them away. The priestess did not give up and presented gifts over and over. But Johan stabbed his sword into the ground and said, Ill say this one last time. Send me back.The priestess shrugged as if she had no choice. It looked like she was frustrated. At that moment, Johan realized that his body was soaking in the pond. ?!The priestess scooped the water with her hand and poured it over Johans head. As the cool, clear water flowed down his head, he felt strength gushing through his body. While the evil spirit Valkalmur had violent, crude power, the priestesss power was gentle and wise. The moment that power lingered in his body, Johan was able to realize that none of this was a trap.Can you lead the mercenaries? No one would answer no to this question. Deosam desperately nodded his head. Of course I can lead them, Count. Please leave it to me. I will follow you loyally!Due to your curse, our schedule has been delayed quite a bit. Lead the mercenaries south and join the army. If you are late, I will not forgive you. Understand? Johan gave orders to Deosam in front of the other sub-captains. It was as if Deosam was the sub-captain and Johan was the leader of the mercenaries. For a nobleman to clearly show the hierarchy and give orders to a mercenary captain like this within a mercenary group was rare. When nobles hired mercenary groups, they would generally show some respect to the captain and give autonomy as custom. However, Johan forcibly ordered Deosam in front of all the mercenaries. As if the entire mercenary group had fallen into Johans hands. Yet no one complained. Rather, they listened as if it was natural for Deosam to follow Johans orders.. . . . . . Deosam broke into a cold sweat at the completely changed atmosphere of the mercenary group. Just what on earth happened while he was bedridden from the curse? It wasnt just borrowing command. It felt like the entire mercenary group had been handed over to Johan. . . .?When the atmosphere of a mercenary group became like this, there was nothing a captain could do. While a captains authority was absolute, operating a mercenary group surprisingly required reading the mood of the mercenaries themselves. If Count Yeats orders were ignored or delayed, a riot could break out immediately. That was the kind of atmosphere it was. Yes! Your Excellency Count. I pledge my name and honor to serve you.Good. Ill trust you then. Deosam. Similar conversations occurred in the other camp as well. The atmosphere in the mercenary camp, which had been like a graveyard, quickly regained morale and prepared to advance. It was like a bolt from the blue for the pirates.s.
