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

Chapter 776

episode 776 the true evil group (9)

the banquet lasted all morning.

could it be because of the beautiful anomaly that embroiders the night sky?

if not, is it because of the sky that is as bright as daytime?

i don’t know why.

the important thing now is that no one has come to help yet.

‘oh no...!’

he struggled with his overflowing mana, but a crisis soon came.

my nose itches like crazy right now.

i want to scratch it once, but if i do, my posture will be disturbed and i don’t know what kind of trouble will happen.

there was no choice for ray, who did not want to leave a name as a rare murderer who annihilated an aristocratic family after scratching his nose once.

i just have to be patient.

one hour.

another hour.

by the time dawn ends and the day begins to dawn.

a procession of servants continued to clear the banquet hall.

one of them came close to the patron and finally found ray.

“oh over there!”

“huh? is there anything?”

when he called his fellow attendants, they recognized ray from afar and opened their mouths.

good!

finally this madness is over!

anyone is fine, so if you give me a breathing space, i’ll break the magic tool and scratch my nose!

seeing hope, his face turned bright.

contrary to expectations, however, the servants who seemed to be walking towards the support soon turned their backs after saying something to each other.

ray was perplexed.

‘oh no! where!’

he raised his hearing with mana and listened to the conversations of the attendants.

“yesterday, lady... no, the count told me not to disturb him no matter what happens as he has an honored guest in the garden.”

“i see. i almost came close. what does that mean anyway?”

“i don’t know. seeing them still in the same posture, isn’t it like a stone statue?”

“there are also strange stone statues. looking at it, it must have been the one that emitted light during the night.”

maybe it’s because this place is quite far away from sponsorship? the servants were just thinking of themselves as interesting statues.

wait!

i mean, there are still people here!

the hope i had barely grasped disappeared as suddenly as it had come.

rey, who had been abandoned by both heaven and people, vainly followed their backs with her eyes.

* * *

the ray of light fired from count cerian’s family has already been reported to celia castle.

the phenomenon that lasted all morning and the strange wave of mana made even the wizards association curious.

“what the hell could that be?”

count vincent stroked his beard as he watched the intense beam of light faintly visible over the castle.

he was the son of marquis vincent, a famous family of magic.

although he did not inherit the family of marquis, he had a special eye for magic as he was a member of the wizards association.

that must be magic.

it was also range magic that used a huge amount of mana.

thinking that something like that had happened openly in the kingdom of celia made me curious and curious at the same time.

he said to the messenger next to him.

“tell the association that you will recruit people. i must go and see for myself.”

“all right.”

the messenger, who got down on one knee, immediately informed the royal family and the association.

that means either the elder left the mission or disappeared with the lair, but the latter case was honestly hard to imagine.

thirty-five said.

“i don’t know about your 90s, but we’ve met the elder once before. he was a man with red hair and scars on his face. at that time, we were given the name thirty, and beyond pride, we were wrapped in pride. he was the one who changed it in an instant.”

the frightened voice from the previous number had never been heard by ninety-eight.

swallowing a gulp, he asked, risking his death.

“how did you change it...”

then, instead of thirty-five, thirty days said.

“the elder has subdued us all with only seven swings of his sword.”

“seven times!”

ninety-eight exclaimed in amazement.

speaking of the thirtieth generation, each individual is capable of handling the famous knights of a country as if they were children.

there were not just one or two of them, but ten.

to subdue all of them by swinging the sword seven times was only possible with an indescribable difference in skill.

hearing those words, i couldn’t understand the fact that the ninety-eight bandit’s den had collapsed.

isn’t it that even though there was such an absolute person!

thirty-one shook his head as if he knew what ninety-eight was thinking.

“it’s hard to think, but he must have been vacant. otherwise, it cannot be explained.”

“yes. i think so too.”

if you denied it here, your throat would run away, so the only way to survive was to affirm it unconditionally.

thirty-one asked if he liked ninety-eight’s answer.

“come to think of it, your colleague said he met the saint in that rumor. which do you feel is more serious then or now?”

in other words, it is a question of who looks stronger.

of course, the answer was fixed.

ninety-eight hurriedly answered.

“of course he is an elder.”

“hmm. i guess so too. but on the other hand, it’s disappointing. i wanted to test the extent to which i defeated the undead dragon alone.”

forty-five looked at thirty days muttering, ‘is there anything i can do?’

‘crazy bastard.’

at the moment of forty-five, when i had once competed with the saint in that rumor, i thought maybe thirty days had turned around.

it’s not enough to activate the 4th circle magic only with the starter word, it’s a guy who cancels the top level 5th circle magic in seconds.

moreover, how much mana can be contained in one body? even after so much magic, his stamina remained, breaking even the black ban that was planted in him.

and the one who even replaced it with a new gold one was the saint who speaks of thirty days.

if it was the red-haired elder they were talking about, i could guarantee that they would not be able to compete with only one or two members of the thirtieth generation.

without even dreaming of such a fact.

ninety-eight was oblivious to flattery.

“even a saint is no big deal to the people of the thirtieth generation here. wouldn’t it be enough to deal with just three or four people from the 60th division?”

“ha ha ha. no matter how hard it is for sixty. isn’t the name and color the lineage of that hero?”

“how come ninety-somethings seem to be polishing their mouths, not their skills. hahahaha.”

at first glance, he seemed to be in a good mood.

ninety-eight even painted his face with gold.

“it is never empty talk. it might be difficult for people in their 60s, but people in their 30s should be able to deal with it.”

“that’s natural. even if only one of these guys goes outside right now, i’ll be able to easily subdue a saint.”

i was laughing with a hint of murder, but at ninety-eight i almost peed a little.

all he could do was laugh at him.

flattering is good, but crossing the line is rather poisonous.

he was a man who knew how to back down.

forty-five joined the conversation.

“anyway, that is. you’re not here just to talk about it, are you? what did they say in the room?”

ninety-eight, who had nothing to say because he was cut off while flattering, did not refuse the outstretched hand of salvation.

“yes. this throne entrusted the search to the people of the 30th division.”

“search?”

they were interested in the words of ninety-eight, which refers to all thirty, not to designate anyone.