To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 742

episode 742 oh, my true brother (7)

cassius said with a sense of humor.

“awesome. are human beings inherently a race that fights so often?”

from the banquet hall of the kingdom to this place.

it had only been a day, but the fighting continued.

the image of so-young, who was a member of the same race and was slaughtering bandits with a sword, was quite shocking in cassius’ eyes.

that’s also true, because even if elves rarely fight, they often stop midway due to the friendship between their kind.

they are a race that values their own people to that extent, so they have no choice but to understand humans.

for some reason, chung-young opened his mouth.

“well. maybe it’s because everyone wants different things.”

“even though it occupies most of this large continent, is it not enough? if you took the ores from the dwarves and the nature from the elves, you’re taking life from your own people.”

“that is not wrong. a body born without anything. it’s the same when you leave, so i don’t know how greed has no end.”

cassius’ gaze turned to cheongyoung as he smiled lonely with melancholy eyes.

“you humans....”

“....”

somehow, a sticky airflow flowed between them as they looked at each other in silence.

is it through the heart?

there was a lot of emotion in the eyes.

“looks like my eyes have rotted away. so far, humans have been thought of as insignificant creatures such as goblins and kobolds...”

“where are there noble beings from birth? every day he has lived determines whether he will turn into an insignificant thing or a noble being.”

cassius, who was thrilled by those words, hugged cheongyoung.

“brother!”

“ha ha ha. why are you so strange everyone is watching.”

while saying that, he continued to pat cassius on the back.

ray, who was watching the two of them, sighed.

“what are you talking about?”

“ha ha ha. are you jealous now?”

“crazy.”

sparkle-!

cassius’ brow lighted up for a moment.

it seems that the eyes of truth once again confirmed that ray’s words were sincere.

once acknowledged, the elves will not turn their backs.

ray now had no qualms about cassius.

at that, cassius laughed, saying, ‘it’s good that there’s no sense of distance’.

while cassius and cheongyoung were chatting for a long time.

their party was able to arrive at the border of celia kingdom without realizing it.

the soldiers who checked the flag of the county shouted.

“these are the people of count cerian! open the gates!”

drurr-!

the huge gates slowly rose, making way for the wagons to pass.

sitting on the coachman’s seat, sewol, sewol, zeke, who was driving a horse, passed by, greeting the soldiers.

eventually, when the carriage had completely passed.

the soldiers guarding the gate looked in the direction the wagon had left.

“...did you see?”

“i must have seen it.”

a young man sitting in the driver’s seat.

looking at his impression, at first i thought he was an aristocrat.

however, there is no way for a nobleman to sit in the coachman’s seat and drive a wagon himself.

that said, the old pretty young man was at most a coachman.

the soldier said in admiration.

“they said that the prestige of the count cerian family was no longer the same, but it was all a rumor.”

“who said no? that’s enough to hire a man like that as a coachman. rather, it has become stronger than in the past.”

the other day, when he saw the procession of the knights in front of his eyes, it wasn’t even like that.

the spirit that can be felt in the eyes.

a luxurious wagon approaches, and inside it is a well-ordered set of clothes and a sword.

and there was a log with a dark red light.

ray looked down at them blankly and then smiled contentedly.

“good.”

“these are the items that i personally inspected and selected.”

stand tall and speak confidently.

the goods contained in the wagon were of good quality, to the extent that harpman boasted.

the light, thin robe flowed beautifully enough to inspire admiration just by looking at it, and there was not a single soot that was common on the sword.

and.

ray caressed the log.

it looks rough, but the surface is quite smooth.

a tree that emits light as if it is alive and breathing is truly worthy of being called a spirit tree.

“i want to stop by the smithy before i go.”

“there is a forge nearby. the owner is strict, but i’ll ask.”

halfman took the lead.

leaving the wagon with the coachman, i followed him, passing through alleys and winding mountain roads.

it was a bit out of town, so the road was sparsely populated.

caan-! caan-!

an old man with a good physique, similar to a black spirit, is banging a hammer in front of a blacksmith’s shop.

“oh oh.”

well-toned muscles and a strong back.

the age-old leather belly band proves the blacksmith’s skills.

“excuse me.”

“yes?”

when i talk to him, he frowns and glares at me, to the point where even a person with a big heart flinches.

ray said politely.

“i want to rent a forge.”

“you say you rent a forge?”

“yes.”

the gray-haired old man laughed and then immediately stiffened his expression and shouted.

“get out of here!”

it was a very angry voice, but ray, who had already built up resistance by enduring all kinds of verbal abuse from derp, heard it in a low voice.

“please don’t do that, just borrow it once.”

“my forge hasn’t rotted enough that you can use it once or twice at will!”

“i will do enough cases.”

“not required!”

“i want to make my own gifts for my parents. the old man must also have children. please help your children to be filial.”

normally, i’d just walk away.

the old man clicked his tongue as he watched ray ask for help over and over again without averting his gaze.

he went into the forge and returned a few minutes later with a hammer that was covered in rust.

then he passes the hammer to himself and crosses his arms.

“take a look. if the sound is muddy, know how to kick it out immediately.”

“yes.”

taking it lightly, ray swung the hammer once.

cassius, who was by his side, sighed.

“it’s bad taste.”

“what do you mean?”

when zeke asked, he answered.

“leaving aside the rust, isn’t the head of the hammer slanted? there’s no way it could sound good by hammering with something like that.”

it was already embarrassing to even call it a hammer.

the handle is dangling and the iron head is worn out, so i would believe it even if i picked up trash dumped on the roadside.

zeke’s complexion hardened.

how dare you dare to despise a saint for a mere village old man.

zeke, who was about to approach the old man with the intention of saying something, stopped his steps abruptly at the clear middle sound that resonated.