The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest - 481 Adventure

Currently, Suibok, with Eckezaks, was guided to the emperor’s castle for service.

“But, Swibbock, why did you bother stopping in my country?

“No? Oh, yeah.”

Suibok, dressed in crude clothes, was floating in the emperor’s castle.

On the other hand, Eckezax, dressed in divine clothes, seems like some kind of witch.

Those two disproportionate people were talking so intimately and equally that they felt a kind of funny, although the pay they were guiding did not put on their expressions.

“Remember, when we first met?”

“Um, your lord wanted me so badly!

“The days of looking for you have been very difficult. People in this country are looking for you, too, so I didn’t think it was human resources. I’m not going to give it to you, but I’ve been meaning to listen to you.”

“I see… indeed, as long as my Lord has it, it is impossible to get it!

Suibok himself is a treasure that he has finally gained over five hundred years.

Perhaps he felt pity for the young aristocrats who were engaged in barren work because it was impossible for them to find the rest of the world.

“This way, sir.”

The service that led Sanka to the waiting room opened the door with nothing emotional on her face.

Swivok and Eckezax, who entered the room, see the man waiting in it.

We don’t seem to be interested in ourselves for flattery either.

Indifference is blatant, and that’s all it takes to blatantly flaunt my face.

“I am something called Sanka. You’ve come a long way this time.”

Still, Sanka wasn’t high enough to get busted for now.

The two are neither shallow nor narrow enough to ramble on the grounds that they are simply indifferent.

If this had been high, it might have been rampant or heeled back, but that wouldn’t be a story for both of us.

Around that time, Sanka knew.

“I hear you two came here with the intention of meeting His Majesty. I’m very grateful for that, but I can’t let you talk to His Majesty the Emperor all of a sudden. I know it’s a hassle, but that’s politics. I want you to understand.”

Sanka is clearly a man who prioritizes profits.

I don’t want to wriggle at the floaters and swords in front of me.

And I’m also familiar with the fact that people like Swibbock don’t like it when they sell their festivities weirdly.

I don’t get slashed if I talk in a way that’s close to reciprocity while showing some face like this.

“His Majesty the Emperor is angry that he has been ridiculed if he doesn’t get the odd hassle involved. It will be more troublesome.”

“No… well, if that’s the case”

“Well, well, well.”

Swibbock was on it.

When he was prompted to take a seat, he sat down lightly.

Seeing that, Sanka didn’t respond to anything.

The chair is furnished with a needle to the same extent as a sawdust, via which the poison becomes sweeping.

Suibo’s body had it stabbed.

If we don’t do the proper treatment, the less he will lose and die.

“Don’t you like alcohol?

“Alcohol? Well… I’ve never been able to drink it”

Two cups were prepared, and Swibbock was not particularly alert to the liquor poured into it.

The liquor itself is not poisonous in any way. Both cups are poisoned, and they are applied to areas where the mouth does not touch them.

When the poison you touch with your fingers touches the hand, mucous membrane, etc., the poison works.

It should be noted that Sanka herself wears gloves, and is conscious not to take them to her mouth.

This is a response to the question of whether it is poisoning alcohol.

“I don’t think I can get drunk with sobriety… well, I don’t think it tastes bad.”

“Oh, I see.”

To the point of clapping out, Swibbock gets poisoned.

All we have to do is go through time and everything will be resolved.

Then I want you to teach me your martial arts.

“Well… so where did I get my training…”

I don’t seem to be drunk on alcohol, but my tongue is something that spins if I am asked about martial arts.

Sanka was naturally a good listener and listened to me from Swivok.

If you were a third-rate poisoner, you’d be proud to say something nasty and take an extra hit back.

But Sanka is never alarmed. Sometimes a lethal amount of poison doesn’t kill you inside, depending on your physique.

Until Suibok died was my job, and I wasn’t going to lose my mind, my hand, or my mouth until I accomplished it.

“Nevertheless.”

Suibok has a lot of experience.

It makes me feel comfortable talking, but I was guessing that Sanka didn’t enjoy her story.

I’m taking a record for once, but I was wondering if that wasn’t painful.

Or it was different from the man I knew.

Of course Sanka is not of the age of a boy. But there was also a preconceived notion of forgetting age and shaking before the strongest of men.

“You haven’t found value in the strongest?

In response to Suibok’s question, Sanka did not shake her mind.

I just saw his tongue spinning and made sure it wasn’t poisoned.

On the other hand, talk properly.

He began to tell the truth without ever telling a lie.

He knows very well.

It’s usually easier to tell the truth than to think of a true lie.

I was going to buy time by telling the truth rather than being wary in vain.

“I used to believe that too”

Seeing as the two men are discussing it, Eckezaks seems somewhat bored.

But still, Suibok had listened to Sanka properly.

“Used to be, huh?”

“That’s right. Specifically, your predecessor’s emperor. His Majesty, the emperor of the day, was my brother.”

The previous emperor was a truly great man.

Though often referred to as literary martial arts, he was a man whose words were not enough.

“He was great as a politician, but he also boasted unparalleled strength as a soldier. Leading soldiers was strong, but also very strong as individuals”

“Ugh.”

“Everyone in the country never dreamed of losing, or hurting, such as where he would die. He was the right man to call me a hero.”

As mentioned previously, it is true without falsehood.

Even Sanka, who was an official, did not doubt that the emperor was the strongest at the time.

“That’s the time. Your Majesty’s brother, that is, His Majesty the current Emperor, has ordered the assassination of the Emperor”

“Assassination…… Hmm, I’m bored. If I’d been there, I’d have dealt with him directly.”

“I guess so.”

To Sanka, I didn’t think I was very strong.

The predecessor emperor was a great sturdy man, and his untrained muscles didn’t make him feel old.

The gear he was wearing was also luxurious and rugged, and he was just like a painted hero.

I didn’t think he was inferior to the poor swordsman in front of me.

Nevertheless, does it matter?

“It’s a dumb story while I’m at it, but when they said it, I finally realized that His Majesty was human. I assumed it was the strongest and more special.”

Yeah, yeah, and Swibbok is nodding.

As a swimmer, I think it should be the strongest.

The strongest figure he would ideally consider is’ whoever is hundreds of millions of people will never fail to unilaterally slaughter without being wounded or even shortened of breath, and will never fail no matter how many trillions of times he rolls it back ‘.

It’s about a thousand or five hundred years after this era that we fully achieve it, but that’s irrelevant here.

“What can I say, I’m good at poisoning”

“Ho.”

I dared to put a vial of poison on my desk to keep me alert. If you put the poison in front of you, even if you are alert to the poison, you will not be alert anywhere else.

Naturally, it was tightly sealed and the container itself was quite sturdy.

“This is the same poison that made you sneak into His Majesty’s cup.”

At the time, Sanka remembers well, too.

No matter how promised the future by the Emperor’s brother, it is a killing of all the clan royalists, even if it is just an attempt, such as poisoning the Emperor himself.

Just to be clear, you can say adventure just to take it on.

I started talking naked about why I took it on.

“I’ve never been more stupid in my life than I was then. Normally, I would have ended it by reporting ‘I was ordered to poison you’ as it were to His Majesty at the time, at a time when my brother was carrying such a story from you. But you dared to carry out poisoning.”

“You wanted to try?

In my hand, Sanka shook her neck to the side.

“I was confident in my poisoning arm. That’s why I wanted to try to kill His Majesty the Emperor. But that’s not all, I really wanted to see if I was going to die.”

Sanka can properly appreciate herself.

To be clear, there is no distinguished ability other than the arm of poisoning.

From the emperor’s point of view, it was dust mustard.

“His Majesty the Emperor is the strongest and the best, not with me. If so, where I put my wisdom around, I wondered if I could not poison it. Avoid poisonous liquor with some luck, or would drinking poison miraculously help? Or maybe I’ll swallow every plate of poison.”

Maybe it will.

He may have spent as usual without even realizing it was poisoned and continued to carry out his duties as emperor.

Or even realizing I poisoned myself and thought I might try to give myself a drink.

“In fact, he died easily”

“No.”

“At that time my heart never rejoiced. Whether he was born promised or turned to envy and awe by his surroundings, he remained frozen”

The most powerful and invincible emperor has been able to poison each and every one of us.

Paradoxically, Sanka was desperate for the strongest.

Not quite, I despaired of all things, emperor and nation.

“The strongest is the emperor, I thought it was something more special. But in fact, he’s just a human being. The people there, His Majesty the Emperor, myself. Just because you were born and raised differently, you can’t stand a glass of poisonous alcohol.”

Well, it’s weird when the poison doesn’t turn.

If it doesn’t affect me at all, it means that Swibbock happened to be poisoning me.

Sanka doesn’t attach so much importance to her mood.

Eckezax might get angry if the user was poisoned, but he wasn’t going to care about that.

Originally, I don’t attach importance to Eckezax in itself. It was a degree of recognition that the emperor would be satisfied if she got it, in addition to the utter consideration of whether she would be cooperative.

“That’s not enough training.”

I just didn’t know how ruthless it was, and Swibbock was blatant.

Not very, but doesn’t look ill.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re not crazy about anything. It’s not my taste in poison or anything, but it’s certainly a disgrace to be poisoned or something. Nothing is strange, such as being disappointed by such an emperor and disappointed by what is the strongest.”

I was deeply sympathetic to Sanka’s mood and even pitied her.

“Rather, it is impudent to do so with its emperor! You should be ashamed that when you die of poison, you named the strongest!

Not the strongest if anyone, by any means, is actually killed.

Swivok is fully positive about Sanka.

“Do it with me.”

“No?”

“Not enough training, what does that mean?

The theory is that there is the technique of drinking a small amount of poison from a young age to gain resistance.

Sanka herself has never actually seen it, but says that to the extent of legend, even people are poisoning their bodies themselves.

Of course it’s frown spit, but maybe that’s what I am. If so, I may have to change the amount of poison.

Sanka’s words are very normal, but they were less serious than they were earlier.

“Oh, because I’m a trained immortal with flower bills. The poison and alcohol that you mix with your wives doesn’t work.”

“It doesn’t work, what? I guess a small amount doesn’t work.”

“No, it doesn’t work at all”

Sanka was unable to respond to the words, to the boulders.

If you’re joking about a booze seat, you’re actually poisoned.

So it has no influence whatsoever, so it is extremely believable.

“Right… how much poison is that?

“If you mix it with a drop of booze, a big man bleeds to death too”

“Well, then.”

Suibok took the poison bottle that was placed on his desk and took a breath.

Look at that, and blues the boulder Sanka too.

There won’t be any number of lives, such as drinking up the stock solution rather than diluting it.

If you drink enough to kill thousands of people, your tolerance will help to some extent.

“How’s it going?”

Swibbock licks the purple venom left around his mouth with his tongue.

Just that, it was supposed to be a lethal dose for dozens of people.

I’m not pretending to drink it, I’m definitely drinking it up.

“… hard to believe but apparently true”

“Ha! I’m training!

Swivok laughed like he was good at this against Sanka, who was surprised with his eyes round for the first time.

“Exactly! My lord, Swivok, is the strongest swordsman who has completed a long training! You won’t die of poison!

In contrast, Eckezacks also gets on.

Seeing where my lord couldn’t beat the poison, I couldn’t wait to brag.

“… Oh, really?”

But by contrast, Sanka could only be flabbergasted.

No way was such a poor minister man even more ‘invincible’ than an emperor or something like that inadmissible from his values.