Chapter 365: The Zegal Clan 2

Luke and Hwang Bo-sung were resting in a close-by quarters to Jo Won-rak.

“It is much comfortable than I thought. The ventilation to my body is so good.”

Luke, who had changed into the southern continent attire which was brought in by a servant, smiled after wearing them.

Luke and Hwang Bo-sung dressed in new clothes, opened his mouth after having some home tea.

“Lord, how long are you planning on staying in Zegal clan?”

“I think I will stay here until the end of my work.”

Even after Luke had taken down the 3rd member party, he remained in the Zegal clan because of the Iron core.

“I am sure that since I saved the 3rd prince and their family member, wouldn’t they be more than willing to give me the iron core?”

“I am not too sure about it. The members of the Zegal clan are so unique that the normal public finds it too hard to understand them.”

“That so? Then maybe we should use another method.”

When Luke shrugged his shoulders, Hwang Bo-sung asked him the question he had been holding back.

“But Master. Who were those gangster-like ones?”

It had been two years since Hwang Bo-sung had settled in the Rhodesia continent, but he had never heard of such beings.

He had to hit them so hard using his zen skills, and they wore the clothes of the knights and wizards of the Rhodesia continent.

“Death Knight and Lich.”

“Death Knight and Lich?”

“Yeah, they are considered to be the strongest type of undead monsters, made from the bodies of Sword Master knights and 7 or more magic circle wizards.”

Luke frowned thinking of the undead.

‘No matter how much I think about it. My mind always says that the one who made those monsters was Arsene.’

Luke was convinced and he had a reason for it.

In order to make a Lich and Death Knight, rare materials such as the bodies of Sword Masters and high ranking wizards and a place which was soaked with Magi were needed.

And these weren’t the materials which could be easily secured by a single working warlock.

The Death Knight and Lich hadn’t appeared in the Rhodesia continent and it was because of the eyes of the denominations which were always around.

‘Only a group of warlocks who have secured a great deal of power will be able to escape from their eyes.’

From what Luke knew, there were two such groups.

The Dark Moon magic tower and the Veritas magic tower.

The Dark Moon magic tower wouldn’t make an undead because they followed the teachings of Saymon, and they wouldn’t do anything harmful for the humans.

But what about Arsene and his Veritas Magic tower?

‘They are men who had to move away because of the mess. And they have been around since the ancient times.’

Death Knight and Lich were the ones that could be called out by the Devil King from the Devildom.

And it wasn’t long since Luke had actually met one on the borders of the Holy Empire.

Even though the body of Saymon had died 500 years back, the body of Saymon came back to combat that night.

He had attacked the Veritas’s opponent magic tower during the battle.

Perhaps the materials needed to make the Death Knight and Lich were taken long back.

Well, most definitely they were.

‘Arsene. After fighting Erenes, it was said that no one could even sense him, but here he was in the Southern Continent making undead.’

And it couldn’t be just the three.

There were many wizards and knights who died during the battle of the magic towers.

If he did steal all their bodies during that time, and if he kept on stealing the corpses of the knights from the past 500 years, the legion of the undead under his grasp was huge.

‘Dammit, the more I think about him, the angrier I get!’

It was when Luke was thinking back.

Stopping his feelings midway, the door opened and the servant came in.

“What is it?” Asked Luke.

“The chief of the Zegal clan is said to be coming. He seems to indicate master and me.”

At the translation of Hwang Bo-sung, Luke smiled.

“Really? I was thinking about finding him, but this is good too.”

After a while, two people had entered their room.

A middle-aged man who seemed quite an intellectual and Zegal Hui.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Zegal Moon, the one in charge of Zegal clan.”

Hwang Bo-sung took that as a greeting and bowed his head down.

“Hwang Bo-sung. It is an honor to see the Kang Ho sage.”

Zegal Moon was a ‘Heaven’s Sage’, which meant that he was the best in Kang Ho. However, Zegal Moon ignored such names.

“Haha. Those words…”

Hwang Bo-sung introduced Luke to Zegal Moon, who clasped the hand with a shy face.

“I am not sure if you heard it from General Hui, but this man is my master.”

“Luke de Rakan.”

Luke reached out and greeted the elderly man and gave his hand, however, Zegal Moon didn’t reach out.

It wasn’t because he was unaware of the customs of the northern continent, but it was because he was surprised to hear Luke’s name.

‘Rakan?! Marquis Luke, a member of the Rakan family?’

Zegal Moon had heard about Rakan, the man who was worshipped by knights in the northern continent.

But he never assumed that a member of the Rakan family would come to him.

It was because Zegal Hui didn’t give out the family name of Luke.

Rhodesian Warrior Rakan.

In the past, he was the hero who had defeated the frightening dark magic wielding Devil King.

His status as a Sword Emperor was comparable to the legendary masters of Kang Ho, who were the Martial King, Sword King, and Archery King.

‘That is right. He might have the unique ability for being the descendant of the hero.’

Maybe he was much stronger than what Zegal Hui had told him about.

The strong eyes which weren’t suitable for his age, the unprecedented energy which was flowing in his entire body were things which were hard to see even in the Masters of Moorim.

Zegal Moon, who was giving out the expression without realizing, later apologized for his rudeness.

“I am sorry. I was shocked to know that you were the descendant of a famous hero…”

Luke was shocked to see the language of Rhodesia come out of the man’s mouth.

“No, it is alright. But you speak quite well.”

“I was a curious kid in my younger days, and learned it then.”

After the causal greetings, they moved over to the table in the room.

The servant left the refreshments on the table and Zegal Moon formally thanked Luke.

“Thank you for returning the 3rd crown prince and my brother very safely back to us. I swear on my ancestors to repay your grace.”

‘Should I make him payback? Whoo Woo! I look forward to it.’

Luke, who was thinking about how much to rob off them, smiled to himself.

“But, why did you have to come all the way to the southern continent?”

“That… we were in an unexpected accident.”

“Accident?”

“You can believe us, an axe we believed had come out of the bag and stamped on our foot.”

Seeing Luke’s expression stiffen, Zegal Moon didn’t ask what kind of an accident that was.

It was because he could roughly guess what happened to Luke, and asking him right after meeting seemed too rude.

“Anyway, in a confusing situation, the subspace got opened and we were sucked into it. After waking up, we found ourselves in the Song Empire.” Said Luke.

“Sucked into a subspace… I remember hearing a similar story in the past.”

“A similar story?”

When Luke seemed interested, Zegal Moon began to give out the story.

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