Swordmaster’s Youngest Son Chapter 828

Chapter 828 Chapter

209. Temar’s Seventh Tomb – Keitam’s painting (1)

“What? What are you talking about. Are there guardians inside?”

[Yes. Isn’t it natural that the painting was originally intended to be used as a tomb?]

“It is not at all natural that there is a subspace in the painting, that there is a guardian inside, and that the fighting power of those guardians is at the discretion of the painter. How strong are the Guardians?”

[I don’t remember the exact move. As I said before, the damage to the painting caused problems with my memory. It’s just that it’s incredibly strong.]

“Could it be that there are Guardians with spear-level combat power?”

[Probably not. It’s not probable… I mean, there was no one stronger than him among the people of Temar at the time.]

“Me?”

[Of course, I know very well that it was difficult to distinguish between you and Temar. Huh, then I could have drawn your prime.]

“If it were my prime, there’s no chance of winning even if the kid and I fight together now.”

“Really? that much? You said you were close to your prime?”

“Proximity and perfection are different. keug keuk At that time, Mr. Murakan said. First of all, I can’t kill it if it’s not a spear. I can’t kill it. No matter how many strong guys come, if you don’t have spears, you won’t be able to kill them.”

“It sounds like bluffing.”

“If you don’t, then you will also be prosperous. Well kid, what do you know? You should have become a Changseong, you know? Kyakyakya.”

At least, Jin almost stretched out his fist.

[…The fortunate thing is that everything I draw can only exist in the picture. It’s impossible to come out, whether there’s Murakan in his prime or something stronger than that.]

If it were possible to turn the picture into reality, there would be no reason for Katam to be treated as a middle-lower god.

[However, if you go into my painting, that is your reality during that time. The Guardians’ attacks can injure you. Therefore, it means that if you don’t defeat them, you may die.]

“In other words, according to Katam-nim… the painting contains the history of a thousand years ago, but other than that, there is no other reward and immeasurable danger lurks.”

Katham nodded in embarrassment. He thought he had nothing to say if Jin and Murakan refused to enter the painting.

But Jin had no intention of giving up.

It was judged that if it was possible to directly check a piece of intact history from a thousand years ago, that alone was worth the risk.

Furthermore, the painting began to become contaminated ‘suddenly’, and Katham said it was unlikely that history fabrication was the cause.

Witch Heluram or Lokia Ganesto.

Jin had a feeling that this incident had something to do with them.

‘But if one of them is the culprit, I don’t know why they suddenly vandalized Katam’s picture. Is it because I shouldn’t know the history depicted in the painting? Then there must have been a better time than now. Like when I was powerless enough to help Katam-sama.’

It would have been possible to find out why the suspects had damaged the painting if they went in and checked it out for themselves.

“Is there any safety device for going into Katam-nim’s painting? A means to escape right away.”

[Since we lost control of the painting, it should be regarded as non-existent at this time. But if you guys deal with the damaged paintings inside, you might be able to regain control.]

“It’s actually a painting restoration request?”

[Even if you think so, there is nothing to say, Murakan. But I sincerely think you guys should take a look at the story of those days. In the first place, you can’t even get in without them. Because you can only enter if you can handle the aura. It’s just my wish for the work to be restored. There is a high possibility that my painting will not be restored even if you return after safely looking at what happened a thousand years ago.]

“Ah, why do you take jokes so seriously. But are you really sorry?”

[Of course.]

“Really?”

[That’s right!]

“Then can you understand that I can accept any compensation I ask for?”

[Hmm, it’s true that I’m sorry, but since you said that much, I think my reasoning will loosen up a bit again. Kreurreuk…]

“Katam-nim thought of us and asked us to go in, so what kind of reward do you need, Murakan? Maybe we can find important clues about a thousand years ago. That’s the biggest reward. It’s a history you don’t even remember.”

“No, no. But maybe thanks to us, the painting can be restored too. I have something I really need to get from this angry man.”

[Stop being annoying and tell me. Something?]

“Please draw a chunhwa book. A collection of Chunhwa drawn by the painter herself… I’m stumped. I will be able to mend the eye that was damaged by Leedt.”

“I am amazing, Murakan. Do you ask God for that?”

[Okay, I’ll draw it. Jin, if you have a picture you would like to ask me, tell me.]

“I will only be grateful for your words.”

“Heuk, then I’ll do the kid’s share.”

“I’ll just go and think about it and tell you. Anything worth more than a pornography book.”

“Anyway, you can’t see me doing well, can you? Chet. When I was young, even this little guy had a cute side.”

“I’m going to get into the picture right now. Mr. Katam.”

Despite the fact that there was no safety device at all, Jin was not burdened or afraid.

‘I said that there would be no creativity because of probability, so there is no time that Murakan and I cannot deal with. Although there is a variable that Murakan in his prime can exist… In the end, it is a painting. It’s bound to be different from the real window.’

Even if the size of the power was the same, there was no way that the painting would have the same fighting power as the spear. No matter how lively a painting is, there must be a limit to a painting.

If only I could describe the same existence as the creation of reality at will. Keitam’s painting would have been Temar’s last tomb. There are guardians like that, but there is no reason to do such a thing.

[I get it. Ox Telpen!]

Ox and Telpen came to the side. Oaks put a translucent rim around the hanger, and Telpen took a pencil from his mouth and gave it to Katam. As soon as the pencil touched Katam’s hand, it grew so large that it looked more like a spear than a writing instrument.

[I’m going to draw a passageway into the painting. Everyone should stay still as if they were dead. Because it’s something you have to be extremely focused on. Especially Murakan, if you suddenly open the door like before, you bastard, am I not going crazy while working? Thinking about it makes me angry again.]

“Okay…”

[I told you to shut up!]

This time along with Murakan, Jin was a bit dumbfounded, but stayed quiet. Katam was already swinging a giant pencil over the black drawing. The eyes filled with madness were gleaming in color. Murakan twirled his index finger around his head, and Jin shrugged.

Each time the pencil moved, a white, round circle was forming on the black drawing little by little. After a while, a landscape began to appear in a white circle.

‘…forest? Is it a mountain?’

Because the circle was small, I couldn’t see the scenery properly, but I could see that it was all green trees. It was like looking down at a forest or a mountain through a small gap above the clouds. At first glance, it was clear that the scale was enormous.

drip drip

Katam’s sweat dripped on the floor. As if he was done, he sat down and wiped his forehead.

[Whoa, I finally opened it. I almost couldn’t do it.]

“It looks like there are a lot of trees to call it a grave. It looks like part of a huge mountain range. Is there a tomb somewhere there?”

[Maybe? I don’t know how to relieve this miserable feeling of not even remembering what kind of scenery my goddamn work is. You go and see and let me know. If it’s even restored, I’ll draw more than a hundred volumes of chunhwa books. please! Oh God! Please give me the answer!]

Ibosho God is you. By the way, one hundred books!?

Jin naturally knew that Murakan would make a fuss while shouting like that. So I reflexively tried to cover my ears, but Murakan was staring into the circle. His eyes were shaking as if in shock.

“Murakan?”

“That’s… my mountain range…”

“…your mountain range?”

“Yes, my mountain range, my home. I can tell just by looking at those trees… It’s definitely the Murakan Mountains.”

Mt Murakan.

The name of the highest mountain on earth naturally comes from Murakan, the owner of the mountain.

And now, Murakan felt the sensation of a flood of memories from those days he had forgotten.

Memories of when Murakan Mountain was not a ‘mountain’ but a ‘mountain range’ running throughout Hufester. At that time, the Murakan Mountains were called Hufester’s spine, and Murakan was the sole ruler of the mountains.

“That means Mt. Murakan was originally a mountain range.”

“Yeah… All the mountains that remain now are just what was left after all that was broken. The Storm Castle at the top… Keugh!”

Suddenly, Murakan grabbed his forehead and bent his waist.

“Is Murakan okay?”

“are you okay. Just remembering those damn memories gives me a headache. I don’t know how I forgot about my mountain range, which was so huge. There was a center in Mittel and it encompassed all of Hufester. From the southernmost tip to the northernmost tip.”

“…that such a huge mountain range existed in Hufestor?”

“okay. No dragon could pass through those mountains without my permission.”

Even if a thousand years have passed, if the mountain range was that huge, the story should have remained.

Not a single line was recorded in the history books about the Murakan Mountains, and there was not even an oral story.

There was only one old legend left in Runkandel.

A thousand years ago, after the black dragon Murakan was defeated by Temar Runkandel, the first head of the family, he gave him a storm and fell into a long sleep.

Jin was overcome by intuition.

‘The story of a thousand years ago that Keitam-nim put in the picture is probably Murakan and Temar. It must be the truth about the two of them…’

Murakan took a deep breath and looked up.

“Hey, Miss Katam. How do I get in now?”

[If you put your head in first, you’ll fall out as if you tripped. It looks like you’ve already recovered a little of your old memories.]

Don’t forget the 100 Chunhwa Books and wait. Let’s go kid.”