Faith Life of a Former Scammer

027. The secret of the swordsman.

“God, save me! A madman is coming!”

Caltheon hesitantly backed away from Leone holding the water bottle.

Then, Leon’s expression changed.

“Hey, did you find me?”

“Poetry, my God! You answered the call! I believe you!”

Caltheon fell to his knees and began to weep. It seemed quite frightening.

‘crazy. This is no joke.’

Of course, the real God didn’t answer. Rion had already regained control of her body.

‘Wow, this much even though I suppressed it with autosuggestion?’

Even though I was forcibly suppressing it with autosuggestion, my faith squirmed inside.

Leon took off his knuckles.

“Caltheon.”

“Yes! Oh God!”

“It’s me. Stop talking nonsense and focus.”

“Hee, hee!”

The guy hesitated again and found the missing knuckle.

“Hmmm! How do you like the knuckles?”

Although the image of a blacksmith steeped in madness faded, his eyes were sincere.

“Perfect. Caltheon, what do you think?”

“It has everything I want to pour into it.”

“… … Well. Did you make it for this purpose?”

“A strong heart that believes and believes again! It is truly a knuckle of conviction.”

“Not fanatic knuckles?”

“To express faith as nothing more than fanaticism. My faith is purer.”

I don’t know if it was pure, but it was certain that it was more pure and crazy.

‘… … The more I look at it, the worse it gets.’

It was a thing full of problems, but the more I looked at this knuckle, the better it looked.

For the priest, faith was power.

It nurtures that faith and makes you want to spread it.

‘There seems to be something wrong with the propagation method, but… … It’s a trivial matter.’

It was something that would be used in a combat situation anyway. Rather, it was good, it was good, there was nothing bad.

‘It’s perfect for Philip.’

From reinforcing combat power to strengthening faith. There was no place to throw anything away. Now you just need to check one more thing.

‘This is the most important thing.’

No matter how good it is, it shouldn’t be a danger to Leon.

“Caltheon, try on that knuckle.”

“Five! I mean?”

The guy asked what was so exciting.

“yes. I need to find out if you can’t tell the difference.”

“Let’s try it on soon!”

As if he had waited for only now, Carltheon picked up his knuckles.

‘As expected, a blacksmith is a blacksmith.’

To check the performance, it was best to experience it directly with the body.

However, unlike Leon’s thoughts, the atmosphere was strange.

“Hehe. waited Only this moment!”

The boy screamed in anger.

“It’s not my fault your knuckles are out of control!”

“What?”

He shouted strange words and wore knuckles. The moment he wore it, the guy changed.

“Big! trust! Faith fills up!”

Leon wanted to.

“trust! Preach!”

The guy looked at Leon with shiny eyes. Animosity that flashes in the eye.

“Hoo. It comes out like this, right?”

“I don’t know! trust! Preach!”

“Don’t you know I used that? Why would you be stupid for wearing that?”

“… … spread!”

Besides, there’s something he doesn’t know. No matter how mad it is, it is an object made based on divine power.

‘Tree, let’s work! Tattoo, you come out too!’

Leon turned on the halo along with the enormous divine power of the tree.

in front of overwhelming divine power.

“Oh God!”

The bastard who preached faith fell to his knees.

‘It’s definitely under control.’

Although there is a premise that you must have as much divine power as Leon.

‘That’s why it’s better.’

To properly use the holy relic, you must be with Leon.

It was an amazing safety device.

“Oh God! I had a sweet dream for a while!”

For some reason, Carltheon was shedding tears.

“Then why are you crying so sadly?”

Carltheon spoke softly, wiping away the flowing tears.

“That dream… … unattainable… … Because it is a dream.”

“Take it off.”

“Yep!”

Thanks to Carltheon, I definitely confirmed my control over the knuckles.

“I’ll see you just this time.”

“thank you!”

Leon was handed the knuckle and came out right away.

“Stand by!”

At Leon’s words, a masked person jumped out of the shadow of the building.

“Did you call?”

“Put this on.”

Leon passed the knuckle. He put on the knuckles right away without saying anything.

“… … What do you think?”

“It is a valuable item. Just wearing it makes me feel energized.”

“Isn’t your faith just springing up?”

At Leon’s words, he tilted his head. I didn’t have to hear this answer.

“That’s enough. I’ll be here for a few more days. Go see.”

“Yes.”

He handed the knuckle and disappeared into the shadows again.

‘Perfect.’

A little vitality for the common people.

Faith for those who believe.

There was no risk of rumors about the devil’s armour.

“It has no effect on the general public.”

Caltheon was watching it through the window.

“Perfect.”

“It’s only natural that great things deserve qualifications.”

This will speed up the story.

“Would you like to make another one?”

“Oh oh! Is that true?”

It went through trial and error, and while making one, Leone came up with a few applications.

“Practice is over. Let’s go properly this time.”

“good!”

This time, it was something that Leon would use.

‘Giving is something rich people do.’

It’s funny to give Phillip’s weapon as a gift when Leon doesn’t have his own weapon.

‘Besides, I haven’t even touched the most important guy.’

Leon’s gaze turned to the air.

* * *

There were several reasons why Leon asked to produce another one.

The most important reason among them was this guy.

[Mission: Caltheon’s treatment decision]

[Rewards vary depending on your choice.]

[If you make a wrong choice, your destruction will be hastened.]

Even after making the holy relic, the mission did not change at all.

‘It’s not the end just by making something else.’

It was not the end of just making one thing, it meant that this change had to continue in the future.

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My goal in life had to change.

‘Now is my chance.’

In addition, it was a chance to take care of the weapon of the combined arms.

“What would you like to do? Do you want to go to grant divine power again?”

Carltheon awakened Leon, who was lost in thought.

“no. I’m thinking of going something a little special this time.”

“Oh oh! Isn’t it just a divine power grant?”

Leon nodded.

“This is something I will use. I’m thinking of planting something more special than divine power.”

“It’s more special than divine power!”

“The one I will use as a weapon is a small stick.”

“… … Yes?”

Caltheon asked with a blank face.

“A stick. You heard it right.”

“… … Knuckles followed by clubs.”

“I think it should be about fifty centimeters.”

“It’s a real stick.”

It was correct.

What Leon needed was a stick.

“Then shall I swing the sword? Swing your knuckles? All it takes is a tool that can gently correct friends who need education.”

“… … A real club.”

Caltheon’s eyes trembled mercilessly.

This is when it was Leon’s turn to intervene.

“why? Not good?”

“no.”

I said no, but it wasn’t even a very willing expression.

“This is the last time I make anything weird. From now on, I will make the original sword.”

“Yes?”

Leon gently seduced him.

“Well, I have to make things I need often, but the main thing I make is a sword.”

“Why are you suddenly making this decision?”

He didn’t know whether to like it or hate it.

“Do you know the secret of the swordsman?”

“Is there a secret in the sword?”

Rion explained with an expression that she would specifically say something only to you.

“The sword family has produced sword stars for hundreds of years. Is there any secret?”

“I thought it was just rumors of losers.”

Leon shook his head.

“The swordsmen are born with special abilities.”

“Is it an ability based on lineage?”

“Are you going to be like that? I only found out the secret by accident, I didn’t study it.”

“Are you talking about talent?”

“It is not a talent. It’s an ability.”

It wasn’t a blood talent. It is a special ‘ability’.

Caltheon’s expression changed.

“Do you even know what ability it is?”

Leon nodded.

“When you think of swordsmen, what comes to mind first?”

“Those who are mad with swords. sword collector. As a blacksmith, this comes to my mind first.”

It was a famous story on the continent.

Sword Collector – Sword Master.

“no way… … Does it have anything to do with collecting swords?”

It was correct. It was literally.

“right.”

“What kind of ability is that?”

It would be difficult to recall it all at once in your head. At first, Lyon also thought it was nonsense.

“They eat swords.”

“… … yes?”

“It’s not really chewing and eating iron, the sword and body become one. They call it the body and sword union.”

“No, what is that?”

Carltheon was not easily convinced.

“That’s why there is a strange tradition in the sword family. Give the most gifted child the best sword the family has. Have you heard?”

“Wasn’t it just giving a good sword according to talent?”

“If it’s just a gift, there’s no way I’ll be crazy about collecting swords for that long.”

This story was also famous on the continent.

“Can you eat indefinitely?”

“no. Only one. I usually decide which sword to go with at the age of 16.”

“That’s why you’ve been doing external activities since you were 16.”

“Can’t you understand the bizarre tradition of the swordsman in one shot?”

Caltheon nodded.

I couldn’t deny it because all the stories matched.

“I was kind of funny when I found out about this secret.”

“Yes?”

“It is not their talent and efforts that make the Sword Saints. It was made by a blacksmith.”

“ah-!”

Caltheon’s eyes widened as if they had been struck by lightning.

“I didn’t just ask you to make a sword. He told me to make something beyond the sword, a ‘sword saint’.”

“The Sword Master… … make?”

“okay. It would never be possible with a magic sword, but not anymore. If I had to ask, wouldn’t it be a ‘Holy Sword’?”

It was a problem with the ‘sacred sword’, but it was a problem with the sword family, and it was an advantage for Leon.

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Match!

As Leon clapped his hands, Carltheon, who was soaked in dreams, came to his senses.

“How much of a secret does this sound like?”

“It is a priceless secret to me.”

“Then should I make my club well or not?”

“You have to make it well!”

“I gave you my faith, my life goals, and I just gave you everything. you know?”

“Yes! After all, he is a saint!”

Caltheon’s sincerity appeared before Leon’s eyes.

[Mission: Caltheon’s treatment decision]

[An unexpected choice.]

[Analyzes the situation.]

[Reward will be paid after analysis.]

A deep smile appeared on Leon’s face when he saw the notification window.

‘I didn’t know this! You bastards!’

For some reason, it felt like I was fed a room.

“Of course, that is if you like what you make.”

“I will do my best!”

“Do you have any useful trees?”

“There is a tree as hard as iron.”

Caltheon rushed inside and brought a dark brown tree.

“Is the tree okay?”

I didn’t have that much time to handle it like iron. I was worried if I could pour my soul into it.

“You just need to carve the surface. I will carve it painstakingly.”

“Okay. Give it to me.”

Leon received the tree and tried to put something other than divine power into it.

‘It’s not a sacred object, so branches won’t go in. Then what if I put the root in?’

Through Leon’s hands, the roots began to enter the tree.

Wooddeuk. awesome

The sound of trees that can only be heard by Leon.

‘Uhhhh! crazy!’

The problem is that Rion is the first to create roots outside of her body.

“Oh God!”

Tremendous divine power began pouring into the wooden block.

“Miracle!”

Caltheon let out a cry of joy.

‘Stop sucking and eating him!’

Leon screamed.

Something strange was being made.

‘no. All it takes is a club! hey! Wait! Oh, stop it!’

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