The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 380

Episode 380 Cursed Family (1)

“What should we do now?”

A small candle flickered. A corner of the dark space was bathed in faint light. Inside, five warlocks wearing black hoods let out a sigh that seemed to confuse the roots of their souls.

“I can’t believe it… I didn’t know the crown prince would come all the way to the border in person.”

“Why on earth did you come?”

“Why did you come? “Don’t you know that?”

“It’s obvious at first glance. “Looking at the fact that he brought a legion-sized army.”

“….”

Everyone fell into silence at the words the white-bearded old man uttered in a solemn manner. The five warlocks had the same idea almost at the same time.

Subjugation.

The crown prince finally drew his sword. They aimed the end at themselves.

For subjugation. To uproot black magic. The evidence was that he led a huge army directly under the imperial family.

“But… is there any reason for the crown prince to come out in person like that? Just because you want to subdue a few warlocks like us…?”

“Considering what a single warlock did in the imperial capital, I think it would be a worthy subjugation attempt.”

“It must be because of Anansha… right?”

“Perhaps not so?”

“That’s the biggest problem. Anansha was the best warlock among us. But even Anansha, who was so powerful, met a miserable end at the hands of the crown prince.”

“….”

The old warlock continued.

“Everyone, let’s come to our senses. The situation has already happened. The crown prince himself came to this border with an army-sized army. Most likely, they are aiming for our necks. “At the very least, you have to be prepared for that to happen and prepare for it.”

“You are right. “There is no harm in preparing in advance.”

“But how on earth did the crown prince find out our location? Well…”

The warlocks’ expressions became perplexed again. In fact, as its name suggests, this barren border area was a border area that existed to prevent foreign enemies.

So the warlocks thought. This would be the best hideout.

“I thought you would never have guessed that we would be in a place like this because it is far from the ecliptic and the military density is high.”

“I don’t know. “Anansha may have made a humble confession before he met his end.”

“But he…”

“I know. But what does that matter? Anansha is already dead, and the rest of us are in danger of facing the crown prince and the punitive army.”

“So what should we do now?”

“Shouldn’t we still fight back?”

“It doesn’t make sense. The crown prince killed Anansha. But is there anyone among us who surpasses Anansha? No. “No, to be honest, even if the five of us join forces, we won’t be able to surpass Anansha.”

“Are you saying we should just surrender like a dog licking food that fell on the ground?”

“If you can survive, you should do it.”

“But that’s a little…”

“Is there another way?”

The middle-aged woman, the number one among the five, looked at everyone. Most of them showed perplexed looks in her eyes as she insisted on surrendering.

The elderly warlock questioned.

“But is there any chance that the crown prince will accept us obediently if we surrender right away?”

“That’s what I’m most worried about too. Wouldn’t it be better to at least run away?”

“Where and how are you going to run away?”

“That’s right…”

“We don’t have any money left.”

“…ah.”

Everyone flinched at the female warlock’s realistic(?) point. Yes. money. Money has always been an issue.

But what little money was left was already spent. It’s the rent I paid for finding the hideout I’m currently staying in, etc.

“Is the getaway free? Nope. There is now over a year left until the lease contract for this hideout expires. What about the deposit if I move without completing the contract period? “Can I get it back?”

“That’s it, if you cast a charm on the landlord…”

“No. From what I found out in advance, the landlord invested the deposit he received from us in a quarry operating on the outskirts of the city. “No matter how much we trick him with magic, he has no cash in his hands, so we won’t get any money back.”

“That’s why threats won’t work. Tsk.”

“yes. “That’s the problem.”

“I’m going crazy. Phew.”

Everyone painfully felt and lamented the irrationality of real estate rental contracts. money. If you don’t have that money, you won’t be able to buy a new house.

That was difficult. Because there will be no space to hide numerous magic items and experiment results.

“But it would be better to just run away, even if it means sitting on the street…”

“Do you mean to throw away all the items that countless teachers have kept for generations?”

“….”

The suggestion of running away was dashed by the old warlock’s words. The warlock who insisted on running away asked in a puzzled tone.

“Then what do you really want to do?”

“Whew. I don’t know. really.”

“Let’s think about it a bit from now on.”

“Let it be so. “I’m praying that the crown prince doesn’t hit us while we’re thinking about it.”

It was from then on. Under the small candlelight that was barely lit to save living expenses, the five warlocks began to seriously discuss their future response.

Of course, they did not even know in their dreams that they had seriously misunderstood the purpose of the crown prince’s visit.

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I never dreamed it would be like this.

It was a thought that came to Rakiel’s mind when there were only about 10 kilometers left to reach the border of the Marginal Territory. It was natural.

I couldn’t have imagined that the emperor would send an army of troops with the name ‘Crown Prince’s Guard’.

“I really didn’t know that he was even following me from the ecliptic to here at a constant distance of half a day.”

“I truly apologize, Your Majesty the Crown Prince.”

“What do you mean by sorry?”

“Of course…”

“Why did you surprise me like this? I don’t think so. “If you look at the fact that they drastically increased the speed of their advance so that they could join us only when they almost arrived at Margin Baekryeong.”

“….”

The general in charge of the escort corps fell silent. However, rather than saying that he had nothing to say, that expression was closer to the reaction of a strong warrior who would not make excuses.

In the end, Rachiel lifted the corners of her mouth in awe.

“Well, that was probably all ordered by His Majesty the Emperor. I understand. So, don’t be too stiff on your face.”

“I also truly apologize for that, Your Highness.”

“There is no need for the general to apologize.”

Of course not.

Rakiel, who knew this, rather than rebuking the general, inwardly stuck out his tongue at the emperor’s thoroughness. It had to be that way.

‘Whew. That guy is real.’

It always surprises people like this. Sometimes it felt like I was playing in the palm of the hand of that gentleman.

‘The process of meeting the emperor and receiving permission was cumbersome, so the journey was deliberately rushed, but I figured it out right away. No, in this case, should we say that he knew my intentions long before I even set off?’

It seemed like that.

The scale of the so-called ‘Prince’s Guard’ that had now caught up with this party was truly enormous.

In fact, its size is comparable to one corps. The pure combat force alone, excluding the supply corps, was close to reaching 6,000.

A unit of this size cannot move like going to a local supermarket overnight just by putting its mind to it. A plan to maintain a supply and transportation network commensurate with the scale must be prepared.

It will take at least a few days just to get there. However, the fact that they caught up with me as if to show off means that they departed from the imperial capital on almost the same day, which means…

‘It means that the emperor and that gentleman saw through my intentions at least ten days before I left the imperial capital.’

How far does the emperor’s information power extend? And how far does that gentleman’s cleverness go?

‘Tsk. Anyway, isn’t one corps as a bodyguard too much?’

This is definitely a bit burdensome. It’s not just a burden on this side. This is a force of a size that can be perceived as a huge burden, or even pressure(?), on the opponent who will be facing this side.

The stern expression of the Margrave who had just come to meet me was evidence.

“Nice to meet you, Your Highness. Margrave Alkantar Asrahan of the Margrave of Asrahan meets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the only worthy successor to this land.”

The Margrave’s face, as he politely greeted him, was completely frozen.

But he was handsome. His eyes looked full of caution and tension. But he was handsome. Is he a little over 50?

But… he’s handsome.

I was completely dazzled by how handsome he was. The term LED diode-level self-luminescence was very fitting.

Just like Leonardo DeCaprio in the movie Titanic?

The moment I saw it, I wondered if that person was from the same human race as me. A feeling of self-destruction arose as I wondered if this side was a person and that this side did not deserve to be included in the bondage of humanity.

But being so handsome wasn’t just a Maroonman’s problem(?).

“I meet Your Highness the Crown Prince, the only worthy successor to this land!”

About 20 men kneeling down on one knee following the Margrave. Are they all descendants of the obscure Margrave family? Probably so. Everyone is as handsome as a Hollywood actor.

“….”

When I saw the beauty of the Margrave family members, a setting suddenly came to mind.

Javiel Asrahan, known as the founder of the Margrave Asrahan family. Legendary Grand Master. According to historical records, he was also a peerless handsome man who had no equal.

‘Could it be that those damn genes haven’t been diluted even after 300 years?’

It seemed like that. The whole family are the most famous people of the century. I guess they don’t protect the border with their pretty faces. What is life like with a face like that? As I was looking at it, I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen.

But think about that for a moment. Rakiel quickly put aside his idle thoughts. As I was captivated by the Margrave’s handsomeness, my instinct as an Oriental medicine doctor suddenly awoke.

‘uh? for a moment.’

Something’s a little strange.

Rachiel felt something fierce in the Margrave’s face. Because it doesn’t make a good impression? Because it feels dirty? no. For some reason, his complexion looked strangely bad.

He looked more closely at the Margrave’s face. Then, I saw many more things than before, where I could only admire their beauty.

The complexion was slightly uneven. A faint red heat bloomed here and there on his face. I also felt a strange heat in my eyes.

This was especially true around the ears, but on the contrary, the corners of the eyebrows and the area between the eyebrows were subtly pale.

‘This… is the complexion of a typical person with a heart problem?’

I had a strange feeling.

The intuition I had developed as an Oriental medicine doctor over a long period of time was activated.

‘Then let’s start with a quick check.’

This is the margrave whom you will be indebted to for a while from now on. There is no harm in knowing the margrave’s health status.

Rachiel responded to the Margrave’s greeting.

“To come all the way out this far and receive this kind of hospitality. “I would like to express my gratitude to the Margrave for his warm welcome.”

He smiled and held out his hand. I patted the shoulder of the Margrave, who was kneeling on one knee, and helped him up. Then he naturally shook hands with the margrave.

He didn’t miss that moment.

‘Jinmaek.’

Ding dong!

The skill has been activated.

However, the result that came to mind was as surprising as the situation where I sent a message to a girl and got a reply in just one second.