Chapter 63: 63

Fairy Kingdom Allendia (3)

Seira was staying at an inn near the Guild Hall.

When she came back with Han-bin’s party, the blond Elf male frowned.

“Who are these people, Seira?”

“These are the hunters we’ve been looking for, Prince Raondel.”

Seira quickly began to explain.

In the meantime, Ryu Han-bin had subtly activated the Guideline’s Search function.

[Race: Elf. Magic Swordsman lv. 39]

‘Only level 39? His level is too low.’

He was no more than a senior Hunter.

His level wasn’t anywhere near enough to go into the local Dungeon.

‘He must have trusted his staff.’

Meanwhile, Raondel was also surprised when he noticed Han-bin.

“A Valtara warrior?”

But somehow, the reaction was quite different from others.

It was true that he was surprised, but he soon sighed deeply.

“I’m not in a good position to get the help of such a lowly man.”

No matter how famous Valtara warriors were, he was nothing but a humble southern savage for the noble Elf royal family.

“Phew, I didn’t expect to be intertwined with the ignorant race who only depended on power… The situation is so bad that I can’t help it…”

He was whispering to himself, but Han-bin could hear it all.

When Han-bin frowned casually, Raondel gave an order with an imperative tone.

“Tell me about your level!”

Artis and Effir introduced themselves without a hitch.

“I’m Artis Venetian, Prince. Level 52 Mage.”

“I’m Effir Venetian, level 50 Magic Swordsman.”

Ryu Han-bin did not answer.

The Prince didn’t have to know Han-bin’s level with the disguise of a Valtara warrior.

“Why don’t you answer me?”

“I don’t know what my level is.”

Han-bin answered bluntly.

Raondel’s anger was awakened.

“You! You have no manners! How dare you try to insult the heir of Atransas?”

In a hurry, Seira stopped him.

“Prince Raondel, he carries the blood of the Sword King!”

When it came to the Sword King’s blood relatives, it was not inferior to Atransas.

Seira meant it, and Raondel seemed to understand the situation.

Clicking his tongue, he nodded.

“I see. You’re an uneducated beast, aren’t you?”

He then glared at Ryu Han-bin arrogantly.

“Take it as your honor, savage. If it weren’t for this urgent situation, you wouldn’t have had the honor of taking on the work of Atransas!”

Looking at the Elf, Han-bin was amazed.

‘Wow, this type of bullshit existence exists in this world.’

Han-bin was so dumbfounded that he didn’t even get angry.

He was going to ignore him.

‘But I’m a Baltara warrior, am I not?’

Unconsciously, Ryu Han-bin took a step forward.

A big shadow instantly loomed over the young elf domineeringly.

“Who are you?”

Raondel felt embarrassed and disrespected.

Argh!

A powerful punch landed cleanly onto the Prince’s handsome face.

Of course, Raondel fainted immediately.

“Argh!”

“Dear Prince!”

Surprised, Seira looked back at Han-bin.

“What are you doing?”

With his upper body muscles inflated to the fullest extent, Ryu Han-bin yelled.

“True warriors do not tolerate insults!”

That was right.

The Valtara race believed that being afraid of the aftermath was a shameful act committed only by the ‘cowards of the continent.’

To protect his identity as a Valtara warrior, he must not tolerate the situation!

‘Well. I’m not suffering from Intermittent Explosive Disorder.’

Thanks to that, Raondel was completely knocked out, causing him to froth at the mouth.

“Grrrrrrr…”

With a bitter smile, Han-bin inwardly apologized.

‘I did it, but I’m sorry I hit you anyway.’

* * *

They left the fainted Raondel and Seira at the inn and moved to the restaurant on the first floor.

As soon as they sat at a table, he asked, in contemplation.

“Oh, why did you do that?”

He knocked a member of the royal family down. They wouldn’t let it go.

Ryu Han-bin shrugged.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

It was just as bizarre for a Valtara warrior to endure insult as it was to find a royalty walking down the street naked.

“If I put up with it, he won’t be able to let me go.”

It was a must-have job to conceal his identity.

Artis also agreed with Han-bin.

“It’s all right. It won’t cause a huge problem.”

If Ryu Han-bin had murdered Raondel, he would be chased to death, but he would not be persecuted just because he used violence.

He was a Valtara warrior, after all.

“Just because they want to save face, you think they can significantly reduce the family’s power?”

Besides, when it came to the Sword King’s blood relatives, a single blow did not seriously damage their reputation.

Raondel had grown so fine that he didn’t know anything.

“Maybe he’ll bother you moderately after he’s done with the request. Raondel could hire an assassin to take Han-bin’s life.”

“…… An assassin?”

In a daze, Effir exclaimed.

“That’s a big enough problem!”

Artis slapped Ryu Han-bin’s strong chest.

“You think this monster would die because of an assassin?”

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On the contrary, it was a good thing to raise Felard Bean’s notoriety.

“It would be strange for a Valtara warrior to be so nameless. Think positively.”

As she slumped down, Effir sighed.

“You seem to find the situation so optimistically.”

“What can I do? I’m going to push hard. I have enough power. Of course, it’s best not to take the request at all to be sure, but…”

Artis shrugged.

“The captives would die.”

Now, he tapped Han-bin on the back, telling him to see it through.

“Like a true Valtara warrior.”

* * *

Thanks to Seira’s healing technique, Raondel quickly regained consciousness.

His wound was also completely healed.

Only the injury was removed, however. The memory of extreme violence didn’t disappear.

As soon as he woke up, Raondel went wild.

“How dare that lowly barbarian! I’m going to call the knights of my family right now and take his life!”

Sighing, Seira stopped him.

“And all those knights will die. He’s a blood relative of the Sword King.”

“He’s not the Sword King! No matter how strong a man who just came out of the world is, compared to the power of Atransas…”

“Your family won’t side with you. The Prince did insult him.”

“What kind of insult did I make? I just called a low man, a low man! Isn’t the man who couldn’t accept facts at fault here?”

Seira sighed deeply.

‘Oh, I don’t understand.’

Well, she had been by his side for longer than a day.

She chose the right words to soothe Raondel.

“Why are they called savages? If he could understand you, he wouldn’t even be called a savage.”

It might have only worked a little, but Raondel calmed down.

“That’s true. It’s my fault for talking to a wild dog.”

He still seemed upset, however.

“Damn it. I can’t let this humiliation pass.”

“Then won’t you save Trinlock and Leabelle?”

“S-save them.”

“Then we need their power for now.”

“But… um… Okay, I’ll forget about it for now until we save them!”

“That’s a wise judgment.”

After talking, the two came down to the first floor of the inn.

Without looking at Ryu Han-bin’s side at all, Raondel began talking with a sullen look.

“You must have heard the details from Seira, right?”

“Yes, Prince.”

Artis bowed politely.

As much as Ryu Han-bin was going out of his way, he needed to please the immature Elf Prince.

Raondel’s expression was a little relieved to see that his attitude was satisfactory.

“We’re running out of time, so we’ll start right away.”

Seira had already prepared for the dungeon exploration.

“Do not forget that the Artransas’s name is at stake!”

After that threat, Raondel and Seira left the inn first.

Following them, Effir showed a fresh expression.

“Heh, but he still has manners, unlike other royal family members.”

She thought the Prince would run wild like the Third Prince of the Xrad Kingdom.

Han-bin was bewildered and puzzled.

“… Where did he learn such manners?”

* * *

Tyaron western road.

Ryu Han-bin was riding a big brown horse and galloping along the road with all his might.

It was his first time riding a horse, but he was quite good at it.

His skill with horses was beyond ordinary.

Horseback riding was not easy.

However, it wasn’t surprising if a rider had an extraordinary body.

‘If it denies me, I just hit it. If I fall, I just come back.’

Han-bin quickly got used to horseback riding since he could easily tame the horse.

Artis and Effir were driving the Golem steeds.

As time was running out, they had left the carriage and took only the Golem steeds.

Artis, who was also good at horseback riding, rode the steed in an elegant posture.

Effir was also good at it.

It was the same as Han-bin, who rode a horse for the first time, but Effir quickly mastered horse riding because of her outstanding physical talent.

In the lead, Raondel and Seira rode ahead of them.

Like most of the high-levels of Seira, Raondel was driving an expensive white horse for fear of being mistaken as a non-royal individual.

“This is the shortcut!”

As time went by, the road became increasingly rugged, and at some point, it became more mountainous.

Looking around, Han-bin was convinced.

‘I see why horses are automatic, not cars.’

The closer they got to the Dungeon, the rougher the path became.

It couldn’t even be called a road any longer.

There was little grass because many horses had been there so far.

‘The roads here won’t be able to support cars.’

Wheels produced the highest efficiency when they were running on well-polished roads.

It wouldn’t run properly on bumpy mountain roads.

But the Latna continent was not as enthusiastic about paving roads as the Earth.

Extremely efficient Magic Tools could only be utilized by high-leveled individuals.

If they built a Mana car, the average main customer base would be senior Hunters who frequented Dungeons.

The problem was that most Dungeons were located in geographically unusual places.

After a Dungeon was found, someone would need to pave the way to it.

If someone closed the Dungeon, the road would end up being useless.

That was why everyone used the Golem steeds instead.

‘It’s more cost-effective to ride a four-legged animal than to move than using wheels.’

They continued to gallop towards their destination for hours.

It was almost time for everyone except Han-bin to feel tired.

Beyond their location, they could see ruins covered by a thick fog.

It was their destination: Loer Dungeon.

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