Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 102 : Resurrection Cult (3)

"Drink! Young master, drink too!!!"

"Don't hold back! Drink it all!!!"

"Ugh..."

Not long after entering the restaurant, Skir was dying.

He seemed to be holding up quite well, having drunk once before, but that was only for a very short time.

And for good reason, the mercenary guild members were not drinking, but pouring it down.

"Good job! You drink well! You drink very well!"

And the members were playing with Skir as if they were holding him in the palm of their hands.

Skir, who was weak to praise, smiled foolishly every time they added a spoonful of praise and picked up his glass again.

"Look at him... he must be crazy."

Pola, who was looking at him, was shaking her head.

No matter how much humans were animals of oblivion, in Pola's eyes, Skir seemed no different from a fool.

"Sister... shouldn't we stop him?"

"Hey, leave him alone. He hasn't been scolded enough yet."

Pola, who had briefly dismissed Nella's words, turned her eyes back to the menu.

"Should we try this?"

"Yes, I'd love to! I got my allowance this time."

As Nella held up the pouch she had received as an allowance and shook it, Pola smiled as if she were proud.

"Ugh! You cute thing. It's okay. I'll buy it for you this time."

"No! I want to buy it for you."

Lucas smiled brightly at the cute quarrel that often occurred.

"It's all okay. I'll pay, so you guys just eat."

"I'm fine too, you know? Hey! I got my allowance too!"

"That's right! I got my allowance too!"

It was when Lucas and his group were continuing their quarrel over who would pay.

"Hi? We meet again?"

The person who had suddenly come to the table was none other than Allie.

Allie, with her blond hair let down to her waist, looked around the restaurant once and then shouted loudly.

"Everyone! It's on me today!"

The people began to cheer for Allie, who was even raising her hands high and shouting.

"Ooh!!! The head of the trading company!!!"

It was rare to find someone in Citata who didn't know Allie.

"...Suddenly?"

In other words, it was also rare to find someone who didn't know what kind of person that rich head of the trading company was.

The head of the trading company, who was so stingy with money, was suddenly paying for everyone's meal in the restaurant?

While they were cheering, it was true that they felt a little uneasy.

"L-let's eat first!"

The people just hoped that there was no hidden agenda behind it.

"What is it all of a sudden?"

Lucas knew. Why the blonde in front of him was suddenly paying for all the tables' food.

Since they were having a cute quarrel over the food bill, she must have stepped in to end the quarrel and win their favor.

"What do you mean? I'm just trying to win our young master's favor."

Even the shamelessness of not hiding her intentions!

"Do as you please."

"L-rookie... can we eat this?"

Pola gently poked Lucas's side.

"Eat. Order everything here."

"...Huh?"

If that blonde came out like this, he was willing to eat. After all, even if he ate up this entire restaurant, it wouldn't hurt that woman.

"Don't worry and eat. It's okay."

"B-but..."

Nella, who was hesitating and glancing at Allie.

But Allie smiled brightly and nodded her head.

"It's okay. I have a lot of money."

Allie, who was winking.

At the sight of her, Lucas felt his anger flare up for some reason.

'Why do I hate her so much?'

Lucas hated Allie for no reason.

Just like when he had first seen Aman.

'I knew it...!'

As he thought that far, one person flashed through Lucas's mind.

'No. It's a lizard.'

Blond hair and brilliant golden eyes. And even a rare beauty.

"Our young master. Eat a lot."

Even that pose of winking one eye.

It was certain that it was a person he knew.

Lucas felt a strong urge to spit on Allie's smiling face.

As Allie turned her body and left, Lucas, who had lost his appetite, put down the fork he was holding.

"Why aren't you eating?"

"It's just. I don't feel well."

Lucas, who had smiled faintly as if it were okay at Pola's worried question, picked up the glass with the drink.

He really didn't feel well after he had realized who that Allie was.

No, it wasn't just that he didn't feel well, he even felt nauseous.

"Then have some soup."

"Thank you."

He forced himself to take a spoonful of soup and brought it to his mouth at Pola's sincerity.

'Aman, you bastard!'

Now all the puzzles were beginning to fit together.

From why he had never run into Allie, who had been in charge of all of Citata's affairs for three years.

Every time he had returned to Citata for vacation, she, the head of the Gold Nine trading company, had always been absent for some reason.

But there must have been Aman in that reason.

'He hid her well.'

But this time, he had returned home suddenly, and Aman had also been so busy that he must not have been able to get Allie out of here.

Lucas's face contorted with annoyance as he brought the soup to his mouth.

"...If you don't feel well, don't eat."

"N-no."

As Pola, who saw his expression, asked, looking at his face, Lucas quickly relaxed his expression and smiled.

"Oppa is strange."

But the problem was that that expression seemed even stranger.

***

"No, you don't have it?"

The mercenary captain, Alek, who had come to the shop Lucas had told him about, was on the verge of tears at the news that the item he was looking for was not there.

"Yes. That hair growth product is so famous... it's all gone as soon as it comes in."

"Haa... this can't be..."

"But sir, you don't seem to need a hair growth product."

The shop owner tilted his head as he looked at the captain's full head of hair.

"I don't need it. My colleague needs it..."

"Ahem... I know that pain well."

The shop owner, who was clearing his throat.

"By the way, didn't you use that hair growth product, mister?"

Now that he looked, the shop owner was also bald.

"...I did."

"...It's not effective?"

Alek prayed that Lucas's words that all hair growth products were fake were not true.

But his small suspicion was on the verge of turning into certainty.

"No! It is. It is. Look here."

At Alek's words, the shop owner quickly held out his head and pointed with his finger.

"...?"

"This place was originally shiny, but now there's peach fuzz growing, isn't there?"

"..."

This was a big problem. On the spot the shop owner had pointed to, there were really only very small peach fuzz growing.

'This doesn't seem like hair...!'

Alek exchanged a few more words with the shop owner and then left the shop dejectedly.

"Haa... what should I do..."

The biggest worry was Pirkan, who would be eagerly waiting for the hair growth product.

"That bastard Pirkan... he'll be waiting for the hair growth product so much..."

Alek was walking down the street with his head bowed.

"Haa... what should I say..."

He even resented himself for having boasted to Pirkan that he would buy him a hair growth product.

"Hello."

As he was walking down the street with his head bowed for a long time, someone spoke to him.

"...Who are you?"

Alek's eyebrows twitched at the sight of the men in priest's robes who were standing in front of him.

"We are priests of the Resurrection Cult."

"Ah, the Resurrection Cult. I know, I know. But what's the matter?"

"Are you the captain of the Blue Wolf Mercenary Guild?"

"Yes, I am. Are you here to make a request?"

Alek was not very surprised, as there were often people who came to him like this.

"Haha, yes. That's right. I have something I'd like to request..."

"It would be better if you made a formal request to the mercenary guild. In case there's a problem, you need to be guaranteed. Both you and us."

The mercenary guild was an organization that it was no exaggeration to say that most mercenaries were members of.

The mercenary guild, which received a small commission from both the person making the request and the person receiving the request and arranged the request, acted as a mediator in case there was a problem.

"Ah, I know. But this is not such a difficult request. By any chance, what is your next destination?"

"We're people whose next destination is decided by the request, aren't we?"

Alek's reaction was indifferent to the priest's kind question.

"If you're planning to go to the imperial palace, could you move some goods for us? We'll pay you handsomely."

"Hey. I told you to make a request to the guild, didn't I? I don't know what your scheme is, but we only take formal requests."

Alek, who had been burned once by taking a request like this before, waved his hand and turned his body.

"It seems you're looking for something."

Then the priest wearing a red sash quickly grabbed his foot.

"Huh?"

"That... aren't you looking for a hair growth product?"

"That's right."

Alek turned his body back and took a step closer to them at the word 'hair growth product'.

"We might be able to help you a little..."

The priest, who had taken out a small glass bottle from his bosom, smiled brightly.

"What's that?"

"Hmm... let's just say it's a panacea."

"Ha, really."

A panacea. A hollow laugh came out.

"First, take this one bottle. We're not trying to give you a suspicious request. Just move one small item to the imperial palace."

The priest, who had almost forced the bottle into Alek's hand, continued.

"Try one bottle today, and if it seems to be effective, please come and find us again. We'll be staying at the inn on the corner until the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm... let's do that."

If it was a case of transporting a small item, it might be okay.

And if the size of the item was small, he could take it with another request, so it was also a gain.

Alek, who had carefully put the glass bottle in his bosom, nodded his head.

Most of the requests that came in without going through the guild were to avoid leaving a record, and they must have had such a reason.

'I don't know what kind of crappy item they'll give me, but... it's a cult, so what's the big deal?'

Alek's steps were light as he left them behind.

If it was effective, it was good, and if not, he could just ignore them.

"I hope it's effective."

Every time he felt the potion bottle rustling in his bosom, Alek's heart also rustled with anticipation.

"That bastard... he'll like it."

***

Aman, who was investigating the corpse that had come out of the dungeon where Lucas and his group had been found, began to look for the other people on whom the exchange had been used.

Aman, who had first set out to find the person whose eyes had been changed, arrived at a small village not far from the imperial palace after investigating for several days.

'Is this it...?'

The place he had finally found after chasing and chasing the traces was a small hut.

Aman, who had crossed the yard where the weeds had grown thick because it had not been managed for so long, carefully looked around.

-Knock, knock, knock

"Is anyone there?"

-Knock, knock, knock

"Is anyone there?"

But even after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no sign of anyone.

'Is no one here...?'

-Knock, knock... creak...

As he knocked on the door once more, the door, which must not have been locked, opened with a creak.

"...Damn it."

Aman, who had unconsciously recognized the smell leaking from the gap as the door opened, let out a small curse.

"No, is there no place where a person hasn't died!!!"

Aman, who had naturally taken out a potion from his bosom and had taken a few sips, kicked open the door and entered.

"Ugh!"

As he opened the door and entered, what he saw in front of him was a figure whose shape was hard to recognize, as it had been dead for some time, lying on the floor.

"Damn it!"

(End of Chapter)