CH 432 (1/2)
Parting Night (5)
A long time has passed since then.
Several winters have passed and the town has changed a lot.
In the parliament in the central square, quarrels were happening every day.
”The day of choice is coming soon.”
”I think only one of Gaiaksa and Gordicsa should be elected as the spirit king.”
”Both spirits are people who have helped us for a long time, but their hearts are heavy.”
”Let's decide in advance which side to vote for that day.”
If three or more villagers gather
I was busy telling this story.
”Who
Dmurf Molière Arpagong.
He is quite old in a few years.
Even the world's best blacksmiths can't avoid time.
While the disciples were growing rapidly, he gradually became smaller and smaller.
As if a magnificent rock is being cut little by little by the wind.
The village headman approached him sitting on the steps of the council and sighing.
”Arpagong. It is ebb and flow.”
”Oh, this is the chief. You always have a lot of hardships.”
Lee Jang and Irpa Gong sat side by side on the stairs.
It was Lee Jang who opened his mouth first.
” Have you heard the rumor?”
”What rumors are you talking about?”
”I am the owner of the mansion in the south. Mr. Voltwells Pavenu. That's why he took office as central bank chief this time.”
”Is there such a person?”
When asked as if Arpagong wasn't interested, Lee Jang nodded.
”He had a big accident this time
You said you were hit.”
”Accident?”
Yes. After going to sell the gold coins given by Gordixa to a neighboring country, he stopped...
Arpagong thought that a man had been struck by an orc, and kicked his tongue.
However, the words of Lee Jang who followed were unexpected.
”It's turned into an orc.”
” this.
Arpagong shook his head as if it was even more regrettable.
A turbid world where dragons and demons are fighting for strength.
Even if humans lose their composure a little, they become contaminated with the energy and turn into monsters.
Mr. Pavenu was very ambitious.
I don't know if it is.”
” Maybe the Orc will fit your aptitude.”
”Maybe. For him, it would be happier to live as an orc.”
Lee Jang, who was obscuring the back, asked Thun Arpagong that he suddenly remembered.
”Well, it turns out that Arpagong's voting for the Spirit King in the future
Which one will you support...
Upon hearing Lee's question, Arpagong smiled bitterly and stroked his beard.
” Well, young people these days don't know. Wouldn't all of the old people think alike.”
I personally support Gaiaksa.
”My thoughts are the same as that of Mr. Lee.”
Upon hearing Arpagong's answer, Lee Jang sighed of relief, as if he was greatly relieved.
”Somehow, what is inherently closer to human life is grain than gold. It looks like yellow on the outside, but isn't it really different inside?”
”I agree. And Gordixsa's size of the bowl is relatively relatively compared to Gaiaksa's.
You seem to be narrow...
”I'm glad though. Arpagong supported Gaiaksa. Of course, the disciples will be the same, right?”
However, Arpagong's expression after hearing Lee's question suddenly darkens.
That is
Arpagong sighs and speaks
Was.
”My disciple is supporting Gordicsa.”
”Yes? How can I get a candidate for a different spirit king from a teacher?”
”Well, because voting is personal freedom. I think it's because I'm young, too. haha.
Then Lee Jang kicked his tongue out as if it was a pity.
”Mamon, you said that your friend was born the son of an empty farm when he was a kid and was abandoned during the famine, right? Arpagong brought that child.”
”The dragon and the devil fight so much, will your farming work well? We are glad that Gaiak took care of us, but there are a lot of children in other villages.”
”Please, to Mamon and Belat,
Bless you.”
”Woo, seeing the world go around these days, I don't know if there are angels.”
The conversation was cut off for a while.
It wasn't because I had nothing to say.
I heard young young men screaming in a big wagon across the town's central square.
Because it is.
[Soon'The Day of Choice is coming! Please vote for Gordicsa! Turn the golden god into a spirit king!]
[The price of gold is higher than the price of rice! Let's pursue Silly!]
[Long live the Spirit King Gordicsa! Long live the Golden Youth!]
Young members driving wagons and horses roam the entire village, shouting stimulating slogans.
This chapter complained as if the young people were displeased.
”Tun tuk, if you go home to those things, you'll put grain in your mouth. In this age of confusion, who knows who can open a spoonful of rice...
But Arpagong, who was next to him, said nothing.
Just the Gordicsa campaign headquarters
The reason he drives a horse in front of him is because he recognizes a young man with a strong physique.
Dmurf Clemento Mamon.
His disciple was there.
* * *
That evening.