The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer Chapter 14
Four days after that. Ardis and Gresch party have been pulling the cart and hunting in the grasslands every day.
On top of hunting on the move to find more prey, having the need to pull the cart slowed their speed. And because of that, their rates have lowered somewhat, and naturally, their daily grand total have decreased a little.
Of course, that is if the amount is compared to the first day, even if itâs like this, seven or eight gold coins is what they have been getting daily.
However, such smooth sailing would not continue forever. Delivering a full cart of furs and other materials every day, itâs a given that they have caught othersâ eyes.
And the people known as mercenaries, not all of them are as upstanding as Greschâs party. Of course, there would be people that will eye the successful people, and take a chance to steal their spoils.
ăArdis. Those people are here again. ă
Ralph turned around irritatedly.
ăDonât mind them. If they donât do anything, just ignore them. ă
While sighing, Ardis said so.
ăBut, no matter how I see it, they are definitely up to no good. ă
What Ralph said couldnât be any wrong. Since the western grasslands have been hunted dry by Ardis for the past few days, they have been heading for the northern grasslands from yesterday.
Since the highway on the northern side is connected to a neighbor country, there isnât a lack of mercenaries and merchants passing through it. But those that leaves the highway and come to the middle of the plains, all of them were mercenaries that came to hunt.
In spite of that, the group of mercenaries behind Ardisâs party didnât seem to be looking to hunt anything or investigating anything. It isnât as if they were followed Ardis and the others around for four six hours straight, but in this wide plain, to meet each other numerous times is obviously suspicious. Itâs natural to think that they are tailing Ardisâs party.
Since itâs the plains with an open view, they couldnât tail while hiding themselves perfectly. Because of that, they try to monitor while pretending to coincidentally bump into Ardisâs party, but the problem is what their purpose is.
From what can be seen, their head count is more than twenty. With simple math, the number of people they have is easily four times over Ardisâs party. No way that they are hoping to be employed by Ardis as well with that number.
It might be that after discovering that Ardis have been hunting a huge amount of prey everyday consecutively, they are observing him to know his secret.
Even if they suspect that thereâs a secret, itâs all because of Ardisâs abnormal one handedly hunting, but looking from the side, they probably canât discern that.
They probably only see that a party made up of brats in their tens, successfully hunting Despairs and Beast Kings in a big number. Canât be blamed that they suspected that Ardisâs party have some kind of secret.
Without letting their guard down, Ardis and the others continued hunting like usual.
As usual, they hunted prioritizing Beast Kings, and they dismantled the fur and other useful materials on the spot. If there isnât any prey around, then they would move to the next spotââa repetition.
And after finally filling up their cart with materials they gathered, they started heading back towards Thoria, but the mercenary group appeared and stood in their way. They split into three groups, with the major one stood in front of their way, blocking their advancement.
They went into a half encompassment formation, with their two groups coming in from the sides.
ăWhat do we do, Ardis? ă
Gresch and the others seemed to be panicking as sweat trickled down their foreheads. The opponent has over four times the people compared to Ardisâs side.
On top of that, just by glancing, there seemed to have a few mercenaries amongst them that are intermediate grade. If it were just Gresch and the others here, they have no chance of standing against the group.
Ardis while being silent, he observed the opponentâs expression. The silence that continued for a little while, came to a stop when the tough-looking guy leading the front group opened his mouth.
ăBald kids. Ainât you having fun by hoarding the preys yourselves these days. I canât say that Iâm quite impressed by that. ă
Itâs not a tone that can be said friendly.
ăBecause of you kids hunting them pointlessly, itâs hurting even our bowl. Well, we wonât be a demon, just spit out how you can hunt the Beast Kings and Despairs easily and the tools to do that. Then we can be good friends. ă
Although they tried to make it sound like a negotiation, itâs obviously a threaten.
ăWell, that is quite a winding way to say. ă
Ardis said it as if heâs had enough.
ăSo? What if I said no? ă
In an instant, the atmosphere around the mercenaries changed.
ăThatâs, youâŠâŠ. Might become a state that you want to speak but canât. ă
The mercenaries put their hands on their weapons, and the ones looked like magicians started raising their wands one after another as if preparing to chant.
ăAnswer? ă
Against the question that seemed to be the last, Ardis laughed indifferently and answered.
ăOf courseââ. Rejected. ă
The tough-looking mercenaryâs brow raised.
Probably from what he has expected, heâd never thought that such a stubborn reply will come from a group of new mercenaries. The man who looked like he was stunned for a moment, regained his cool in a few moments and raised his voice.
ăDo it! Just get any one of them alive! ă
With that voice as the trigger, the mercenaries came at once. From both sides, magic like fireball and rock came hurling. From the front, arrows released by the archers pierced through the winds.
In an instant, Ardis unsheathed the short sword on his waist calmly, and a few words came from him.
ăFendă
A barrier deployed in front of them, countering the magic released by the opponents.
The attack magic landed on where Ardis and the others stood. Even if the magic spells that were released has a weak power by themselves, they have enough power to finish off newbie mercenaries without trouble. And numerous of those.
In the aftermath of the magic landing, clouds of sand raised into the air, and volleys of arrow came after that. If Ardis and the others were just new mercenaries, they would probably already in a state of ruin now. Even if they survived somehow, they wouldnât be in a state to fight.
Of course, that is if Ardis is a newbie mercenary. The magic barrier that was deployed without the accompany of a chant deflected all the enemiesâ magic.
ăBurstă
The second magic that was activated without chanting, this time, it was aimed to the mercenaries.
The intense wind that was released to the sides, encompassed the mercenaries and mercilessly cut and ruptured their limbs, even their neck wasnât excluded.
And what was visible when the clouds of sand settled down, was the figure of Ardis standing unharmed, and the figures of mercenaries collapsed in a pool of blood on the sides.
ăW-What isâŠâŠ!? ă
The only group that is in front that wasnât attacked by Ardis, raised a voice of disbelief. Rather than the arrows they released piercing their targets, they were all cut in two on the ground within hand reach.
Above the arrows that have been cut into two, a single short sword floated immobile. With the scenery that they never seen before, the mercenaries became noisy.
ăIt canât beâŠâŠ, sword magic? ă
ăThen, thatâs the rumored? ă
ăIsnât it quite the heated story? ă
ăWas it such a kid. ă
ăI heard they were just newbies, this doesnât match. ă
One after another, they spoke their thoughts out seemingly hesitating to attack. The tough-looking guy seemed to have snapped and yelled back at his comrades.
ăWhat sword magic! Heâs just a brat! We still have more people, scared by a single magician is a joke! Do it! ă
As if those words have dispelled their hesitation, along with his words, the remaining mercenaries came at once. Though more than ten people rushed towards Ardisâs direction, there wasnât anyone that looked like a magician amongst them. Thatâs probably because all the magicians theyâve got was positioned on the sides before.
ăJust attack before he gets a chance to aim! ă
Ardis smiled bitterly as he unsheathed another short sword from his waist, before throwing it to the archers at the back. After slicing past the throat of an archer at the back, it turned as if defying inertia, and chased after the next archer across the air.
In that period, what the archers managed to muster were merely three arrows, which were all helplessly cut to the ground by the short sword which had been floating in the air from the beginning.
While this sight entered Ardisâs sight, he turned his hands towards those mercenaries that are in about five-meter distance.
ăPierceă
Instantly, a dazzling light was released from his hands.
The ray of light travelled at a speed faster than the arrows, as if getting sucked into the mercenariesâ forehead, it robbed the mercenaries of their lives in an instant. The sound of bodies collapsing onto the ground reverberated one after another.
The enemies numbering more than twenty, and all of them were seasoned mercenaries. And to crush them head-on, the overpowering strength made Gresch and the other swallowed their breath, and finally seemed to have calmed down a little.
ăNow, this isâŠâŠ. Too powerful. ă
ăItâs a strength that can make me laugh only. ă
Ralph and Konia met each otherâs face and said.
ăHey, Ardis. ă
ăWhat is it? ă
ăWith your strength, could it be that you could have suppressed them without killing? ă
Versus more than twenty mercenaries, by only Ardis himself. Itâs a difference in combative ability that have no need to be compared but, Gresch have probably understood that with Ardisâs absurd ability, Ardis wouldâve won anyways.
But at the same time, with that much of a difference in ability, Ardis could have handled it in a way that wouldnât have to kill them. Gresch was indirectly blaming Ardis for this.
ăI couldâve done it if I wanted to. ă
That shouldâve been a piece of cake for Ardis.
ăThen why!? If you couldâve done it, then canât you just incapacitate them and hand them over to the guard!? ă
ăBecause thereâs no need for that. I donât have the mercy to spare for a robber. ă
ăThey arenât robbers! Theyâre the same as us, mercenaries! ă
ăThen, what is a robber? What is a robber in Greschâs mind? ă
ăâŠâŠDefying the law and plundering the others of their fortune and lives, I guess. ă
ăThen what is that they have done? In the middle of the plains that the law doesnât reach, they tried to take our fortune and lives with violence. How are they different than the robbers that Gresch described? ă
ăThatâsâŠâŠă
ăI will say it, in the case of those people, they are even worse than a plain robber. Regardless if they had a bounty or a nameless robber, they should be known to a certain extent as a mercenary. There are probably few on their sides amongst the townsfolks and guards. Even if I were to hand them over to the guards, it doesnât mean that the guards and the lord will accept your claims. If the worst comes to the worst, you will be charged guilty. There arenât any other witnesses other than us after all. ă
ăNo way, such thingsâŠâŠă
ăCan you say there will be none? What if they were to be released with no charges? Even if they were actually charged guilty for it, try to see after they got fined or forced labor for a short while. They will definitely come back to us for revenge. And with a more sophisticated plan. ă
For Ardis, Greschâs thinking is just too naive. Evil is judged, and virtue is praised. It seemed to Ardis that Gresch has a thinking that reality is built like those in the picture books. Believing in it is oneâs choice. But the reality isnât something so pretty. It was something that Ardis realized finally when he lost something precious to him.
He didnât say that out, but what Ardis did say had certainly gave a vibe of that. Gresch couldnât bring himself to rebuke him anymore.
Ardis wouldâve collected the equipment on the mercenaries normally. But considering Gresch and the othersâ feelings, he decided to give up on that.
Burning and burying the corpses underground with magic, they returned to town while pulling the cart. Usually, it wouldâve been a trip full of happy voices. But that day, from start to end, there were no lines exchanged.