Reincarnated User Manual

76 – Murmur

‘Did you say the penalty points were 800?’

Siron recalled what Latera said in passing.

Penalties, reputation, karma. The way they were sung was slightly different, but what they meant was ultimately the same.

[As prestige increases, the probability of encountering an apostle when moving into the field increases. Accordingly, players will be able to enjoy the game in a variety of ways by organically utilizing the scenario and NPC favorability.]

Unlike traditional methods where you can choose the game difficulty at or before the character selection screen. ‘Reincarnation Sword’ strangely pursued a counter-intuitive approach in this regard.

He wondered if there were all these damn games, but now that he knew the creator of the game, Siron found himself nodding naturally.

‘If you look at it now from the point of possession, you could say it’s good.’

It was nice to be able to avoid being attacked by apostles by intentionally accumulating penalty points, but looking at it now, 10 years before the original, it was a very ambiguous system.

Building connections? It was almost as if the likability was low. Because of this, I was unable to actively build personal connections from a young age. If you raise your affinity, you will meet an apostle, and with this weak body, you have no choice but to die.

However, the place where men who were said to exert some effort on the continent gathered in one place made Siron drool.

‘Can you tolerate this?’

At first, I was hesitant to even approach them.

I was worried that by some mistake, the apostle stuck in the fog might wake up.

‘No, how can I bear this?’

Siron decided to choose and focus.

There are few adults who would listen to what a 12-year-old child says. At least Shiron thought so. How many people would be attracted to a child who barges in and makes a fuss at will?

‘Still, even if it’s not a favorite movie for some people, it may be able to attract attention.’

*

When young people are fighting,

Elderly people, both old and young, were having a drinking party with the snacks that Siron had brought out. When he really made up his mind, things went so well that a smile filled Siron’s mouth.

“When the rebels were on the move in the frontier. uh! The retreat route was cut off and the unit was in danger of being annihilated. I mean.”

“So what? What happened?”

“At that time, I requested a meeting with General Argon. In a word, I showed my wit!”

Dexter Dras, the leader of the Red Lion Knights, opened his mouth with an exaggerated gesture with a slightly red face.

“But how did that bastard not come out and endure? Perfect! It turned out just as I thought!”

“Surely, Mr. Dexter!”

“But can’t we talk about something else besides this? I mean, a gold vein was found somewhere in a mine…”

“Ah, of course we have to talk about that too. There is an unexplored magic world in the northwestern region of Hamir, the imperial territory. It is an undiscovered gold vein. It is too dangerous, so it is a bit risky, but if you are Dexter, even the magic beasts will be sharp.”

“…Is the information clear?”

Siron was a possessor. As I’ve been playing Reincarnation Swordsman so much, I also know which areas have great farming locations.

“Oh, of course. Who would I have heard this from? My uncle… Ah, I shouldn’t have said this.”

“Oh… of course!”

“Let’s talk about something else. I’ll pour you another drink, so please continue.”

Siron, who was in the middle of a dance, checked that his glass was empty and poured himself a drink. The corner of Dexter’s mouth seemed to touch his cheek as he saw Shiron pouring the drink on his own without him having to notice.

“This is it. When it comes to knights, respect is also important. It would be a bit hurtful for Gao not to accept the diary of a man who sensed death. Anyway, if Argon ran two pages with that bastard, why wouldn’t it appear in the diary?”

Dexter emptied his glass in one go and opened his eyes. The feeling was refreshing, and Siron’s reaction to paying the tax at the right time was also exciting. Soon he started swinging his hand blade in the air.

“Park from Ilgito! Pababat! bout! Just five pieces were enough to tear off that bastard’s head…! This is it.”

“Kaaah! You are a complete man, sir! “You’re so cool.”

‘This guy is completely drunk.’

Siron clapped his hands exaggeratedly and smiled.

“It’s a common occurrence. “There is a culture in the Central Continent of risking the fate of the unit to apply for Ilgito in order to overcome numerical inferiority.”

Captain of the Western Border Guard. Igor Chiron glanced at the excited Dexter and took a bite.

“But in the end, if you continue to rely on trickery instead of accuracy, you won’t survive for long. “We shouldn’t have created a situation where the escape route was cut off in the first place.”

“I see!”

“If you are in a position to lead people, you should leave some of the physical work to the subordinates, and the superior should choose the crossroads… and take responsibility for it.”

Igor looked at the glass in his hand with slightly relaxed eyes.

“But I’m telling you that I’m a coward who can’t go to Ilgito… I’m afraid you might misunderstand… If you have more than 10,000 subordinates like me, you can’t use a base like that even if you want to…”

“Oh my. It’s a misunderstanding. “Is that possible?”

‘This guy is even more delicious.’

Siron threw the empty bottle back and took out a new bottle.

This is my 92nd bottle.

Considering that approximately 75 bottles of whiskey are produced from one oak barrel, you might think it would be a waste to use up the entire oak barrel. According to Encia, thousands of oak barrels, including those still maturing, lay dormant in the basement of Dawn Castle. There is still a long way to go.

“But kid. What is your name? “You did it?”

“Oh my. There is no need to remember. “This is Siron Prien, Mr. Dexter.”

“What are you doing, teacher!” That’s enough! “Just call me uncle!”

“Huh… will it be okay though?”

“Just uncle! That’s because Shiron likes you. never mind!”

Dexter patted Siron on the back and laughed heartily.

“My son Raemi is just like you. That bastard doesn’t respond much even when his father asks him to go hunting with him, as if he’s reached puberty.”

“Huh… is that so?”

Let Dexter let out a deep sigh. Shiron gave him a look of pity.

“Wouldn’t time fix it soon though? There’s no way you can’t get to know such a wonderful father, a father who has always won every fight, right? It’s all a passing thing.”

“Khahahaha! Hey, it’s a little too much for me to say, but do my son’s eyes look a bit gnarled?”

Dexter grinned, rubbing his strawberry nose. However, on the contrary, for some reason, Shiron’s face was a little dark.

“…Still, I’m really jealous of your son.”

“huh?”

Dexter tilted his head when he saw Siron’s face suddenly darken. At that response, Shiron thought sad thoughts and cried.

“I don’t have any parents to go hunting with me.”

Finally, let’s lower our heads a little. The once exciting atmosphere cooled down a bit and attention focused on Siron.

“…Are both your parents dead?”

“Oh, no. “That’s not it…”

“then.”

Siron touched his slightly wrinkled nose and opened his mouth.

“My father is very busy. My mother passed away… sigh. “Now that I think about it, I can’t even remember my father’s face.”

“…I’m sorry about that.”

Siron took out a hand sewing line from his pocket and dabbed it around his eyes. And he began to speak cheerfully, as if shaking off the slightly gloomy air.

“Even so, I don’t feel any inconvenience. Because Uncle Hugo took care of my siblings instead of my busy father. So I’m not really sad. just. “I was just a little disappointed that I couldn’t go somewhere with my father and have that experience.”

Suddenly. There was someone snatching Siron’s arm. Siron raised his head and checked his face.

“Kid. “You can call me sister.”

“yes?”

It was a woman with silver hair tied back stylishly. But what was its name? Was it Versailles? Although he didn’t appear in the game, he seems to have been the head of a famous samurai family.

“her. “There is a difference in age between us, but they tell me to call them sisters.”

Dexter made a bewildered expression with a red face.

“Hey. Do you know how old that person is? “That person’s youngest child will be as old as your father.”

“…What do you mean? To me, you look like my older sister.”

“Hey, this guy. “Why on earth does age come up here?”

“Margaret Versailles. You have to have a conscience. Then, you may end up getting hooked on Sir Hugo for no reason.”

Igor looked at Margaret and Siron alternately with half-opened eyes.

“Be careful, kid. “If you make a mistake, you will be eaten by that old monster.”

“…Igor be quiet.”

Margaret frowned and glared at Igor. But Igor didn’t care. Thanks to the intoxication, his sense of distinguishing between what to say and what not to say was paralyzed, so his mouth did not stop speaking.

“If you look at the family tree of the Versailles, you will often see elves. It looks quite young on the outside, but inside it is filled with Danjeon that is well over a hundred years old. “She is not a sister, but a godmother no matter how good you look at her.”

“Igor Chiron. “Would you be satisfied if I told you the story of how you peed your pants when you were a first-term engineer?”

“Let’s give it a try. “I forgot how old I am because I have dementia, and it would be less embarrassing than being rude to a child.”

“You bastard!”

Margaret jumped up and placed her hand on the knife at her waist. Igor paid no heed to that and raised the mana of his dantian.

“Sister, sister. Don’t do that. “Igor too.”

Siron hurriedly stood up and placed his hand on the back of Margaret’s hand.

Margaret blushed a little and cleared her throat as she looked up at the watery gaze.

Margaret felt like she was going to look a little awkward, so she hurriedly tried to change the topic.

“By the way, I never thought Sir Hugo would have that side.”

“That’s right. Instead of going out for drinks, he always went out to kill demons, so I thought he was a golem wearing human skin…” “That’s right.”

A man muttered in the corner.

“Before I knew Sir Hugo, who would have known that the family from the story of the warrior actually existed?”

‘What is this bullsh*t?’

Siron turned his head to where he heard the story.