Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Mmm, thats right. It says right there, Luspel Castle. Youve worked hard.

Yes, yes. Thank you, my lord.

Thats enough, you may leave now.

Yes! Thank you very mu

Thud.

Gurk.

To the underworld.

The sword that brushed past lightly grazed the throat and drew out a fountain of blood.

Logan closed the glaring eyes of the man who looked at him with resentment and threw the bushy mans body into the forest.

He had kept him alive at least three days longer than his comrades who had died earlier; it was mercy enough.

The waste of life, may you become fodder for the forest.

Of course, the animals would probably tear it to pieces first.

Logan turned and walked away down the mountain without looking back.

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A merchant from Grandia? What brings a merchant here?

Ha ha. You see, I took a wrong turn. I was supposed to head to Luspelheim and

Ugh. If you ended up here trying to get to Luspel, youre completely directionally challenged, arent you? Are you really a merchant?

In fact, I had a guide, but he suddenly turned into a robber, and well

I killed them all.

Swallowing the lethal truth, he trailed off, but showing the soldier his completely empty traveling bag elicited a pitying nod.

Heh heh, poor thing. Tsk tsk. Well, its a humble place, but rest here before moving on. Things are cheap, so if you have a bit of spending money you could stay a few days.

He was a kind one.

Except, a good Imperial is a dead Imperial.

Luckily for the soldier, Logan was not here this time for war.

Logan expressed his gratitude to the non-identity-checking soldier and entered the castle.

Despite being a country fortress he had never heard of in his previous life, it was several times larger than old MacLaines.

It wasnt built simply for strategic purposes, but rather as a lifestyle-oriented castle where plenty of people could live.

Feeling the difference from the kingdom even from this remote fortress, Logans taste soured already.

He wandered around and eventually found an inn along the main road.

Creak.

Welcome!

Innkeeper, a mug of beer and a room. Ill be staying for a while.

Ping, a gold coin of 10 gold flashed, and the innkeepers face lit up as he took it.

A spectacle that would have made the soldier who had seen the empty bag frown.

Fortunately, the innkeeper was not that soldier.

But your accent isnt from around here. Where are you from?

Im from Grandia. Ended up here by mistake.

Tsk tsk. Well, we have everything here too, so take your time looking for anything you might want to buy. Seems like youve got nothing worth selling, though.

Thank you, innkeeper. While Im here, could you tell me about the area?

Another gold coin quickly disappeared into the innkeepers hand as he opened his mouth with a smile.

An hour later.

A mage? Are you saying theres a mage here?

Thats what Im saying, buddy. At first, I thought he was a weird one, but the lord showed him great hospitality. They say hes a rare mage?

Before long, the innkeeper had loosened his tongue and laid out everything about the target comfortably.

Hoping to hear some information, he was sucked into a full-blown gossip session over beers with the affable innkeeper.

Thanks to that, Logan swiftly memorized the names of dozens of people in the domain.

Fortunately, it seemed his target was among them.

Cough. If there is a mage, perhaps he would buy my goods too. Chern Kraune? That person no, thats not it. Where could I find them?

Krou, that is. Youre young but such a poor memory for a merchant? Tch tch. Ill explain, so listen carefully.

After cross-checking Noxs information, Chern Krous location was secured.

It seems hes not using the name Kraune.

Logan didnt even check the room and, with his bundle in hand, left the inn.

He probably would never return to this inn again.

Is anyone there?

Thump! Thump!

Anyone there?!

Thump! Thump!

Who the hell is it!

Bang!

I told the lord of this place not to let it get noisy Who are you? Ive never seen you before?

In one corner of the castle outskirts stood an old mansion, seemingly separated.

The man who burst out the door had brown curly hair and abundant whiskers that made it hard to recognize his face.

The only clue that he might be a wizard was an extremely worn-out robe.

There was no sign of that Kraune from his past life, draped in the finest artifacts, his hair neatly combed back, and not a single facial hair.

Chern Krou, sir?

So what? What are you?

Thankfully, the disposition was a match.

And so was the mana emitting from that insufferable bastards heart, forming five circular tower (Class) layers.

This is the guy.

Logans hands tensed unconsciously, eager to reach for the hidden Lux and slash his throat.

But

Ah. Ha ha. I am Royan Kairoz, who has come a long distance to meet the wizard. May I have a moment of your time?

Logan managed to restrain himself and spoke with a forced smile.

And then

Ha, you piece of trash. Get lost!

Slam!

He was greeted with a door slammed in his face.

Ah this

Logan looked up to the sky, letting out a long sigh.

He was trying to be patient, but one idea kept coming to his mind.

To kill or not to kill?

Anger from his past life was building up with irritation of the present.

However

But if he can be persuaded, there could be no better ally than this. Lets be patient.

Suppressing his bubbling fury, he grabbed the doorknob again.