The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 465

Episode 465 Call of the King of Hell (2)

“Me! Raquiel Adria Magentano! To the King of Hell who unilaterally proposed an unplanned trip to hell! With a reasonable travel fee! “I demand a certain amount of life expectancy and the right to health guarantee!”

I screamed.

So confidently.

Quite calmly.

He shouted at the Hell Knight.

– …what?

Could it be that I never imagined such a request? Hell Knight tilts his skull. He soon asked back as if it were absurd.

– Travel expenses?

“Yes!”

– Ask for guaranteed lifespan and health?

“That’s right!”

– why?

“Because there is nothing free in this world?”

It’s a natural thing. All the hard work in the world has a reasonable price. What if you don’t have it? It is profiteering and violence.

If you work part-time, you get paid hourly. Even if you pull out your grandfather’s gray hair, you can get 10 to 100 won per strand. Even if you go to reserve force training, transportation expenses are paid.

But what about this case?

“I, a human being, would have to go to hell, right? If you do what you ask, right?”

– yes.

“But won’t I be a burden?”

– Even hell is a good place if you go through it.

“That’s their standard!”

Rakiel cut off the Hell Knight’s reply.

“Besides, even though it’s a call from the King of Hell, it doesn’t make sense if this is a free service, right?”

– Are you saying it requires your hard work?

“of course.”

Before you know it, the Hell Knight is backing away with his greatsword hanging down. Rachiel spoke to him as if sternly.

“I don’t care if it’s hell or wherever. Anyway, I have to go somewhere at the request of someone else, investing my time, stamina, and effort, right? “Then what is the most basic thing that the person calling me needs to have?”

– Are you saying that’s a travel expense?

“Are we starting to understand each other now?”

Rakiel grinned.

The Hell Knight was disgusted.

– Do you dare ask the great ruler of Hell for travel expenses?

“no?”

– ….

“Wouldn’t a great person be worthy of being called great if he or she adheres to those basics?”

– Huh. Are you serious?

“Yes, very much.”

– …I never thought I would see this type of person again.

“what?”

– Could it be that you, too, possess the formidable singing skills that twist and destroy the eardrums and souls of those who listen?

“What are you talking about?”

– Fortunately, I guess not. Well, that’s enough.

A distant past that came to mind only briefly. The Hell Knight raised his great sword, recalling memories(?) of an evil territory designer. Damian flinched for a moment and blocked Rachiel’s path. However, the knight of hell didn’t care at all and swung his great sword in the air.

…Tsk tsk!

With that, the great sword disappeared into thin air like snow melting. Hell Knight Georexius held up his empty palm.

– Judging by your attitude, I don’t think there’s any need for further conflict with the guard. good night. I acknowledge that your request for travel expenses is legitimate and reasonable.

“okay? “I’m glad you heard me, Georek… What was that?”

– Georexius. If you find it difficult to call her, you can call her Sir Lexi.

“good. Sir Lexi? Then, without going around in circles, I will ask you directly. “If I go with you to see the King of Hell, how much can you give me for travel expenses?”

– You mean lifespan?

“okay.”

Fortunately, I can communicate quite well with Hell Knight. So how much life will you receive as travel expenses? Rakiel waited expectantly for the Hell Knight’s answer.

– I don’t know that.

“what?”

– Isn’t that obvious? I am merely a sword and a spear that crushes and tramples the enemies of Hell according to the orders of the King of Hell. The only beings who can directly participate in human lifespan are the King of Hell and the Archangel, who are the highest-ranking government officials in the underworld and heaven.

“public official…?”

– Yes.

“So you were a public official too?”

– Not me.

The Hell Knight made a clicking sound with his lower jaw.

– Strictly speaking, I am a cooperative subcontractor who acts under instructions from public officials.

“….”

– That’s why you get a salary. Welfare is also quite generous.

“No, I don’t want to know all that.”

– i get it. The story went somewhere else for a moment. sorry.

“Then what about my travel expenses?”

– As I said, that is something only the King of Hell can decide.

“…Tsk. “Do you have no authority at all?”

It was disappointing. So, I shamelessly revealed my disappointment without any filtering.

Was it thanks(?) to that?

The Hell Knight answered hastily, as if trying to allay their disappointment.

– But there is no need to be hastily disappointed.

“why?”

– I am the commander of the 1st Corps that serves the King of Hell. I am also an envoy sent to convey His call to you. Therefore, I have the authority to convey the legitimacy of your opinion to the King of Hell.

“Do you mean to give me some saba saba?”

– That’s right.

“Then the King of Hell will grant my request?”

– Probably so.

“…maybe?”

– He is an extremely reasonable person, and I, as his special envoy, have already acknowledged the legitimacy of your request. So, it would be very unlikely that He would reject your request.

“Use it.”

Rakiel clicked his tongue.

Lord Hell Knight Rexy asked.

– Why do you do that? Still don’t like it?

“of course.”

Rakiel responded shamelessly.

“It’s a bit ambiguous, isn’t it?”

-What part is ambiguous?

“I guess so. It would be very unlikely that he would refuse my request. The answer to this is all vague. No matter how I look at it, it’s not a sure answer. What about this?”

– Oh, that’s….

“Aren’t you just saying nice-sounding things like this, dragging me to hell, and then saying something else later?”

– no.

“Why not? “I’ve seen that happen so many times.”

It was true.

This was especially true in Korea.

How can people be so good at deceiving others? Maybe he’s used to being shameless and changing his words later.

“Lord Lexi? I don’t know if they know, but where I was, there was something you shouldn’t believe. Do you know what that is?”

– I do not know.

“Then I’ll tell you. What it meant was, ‘I’ll tell you better later.’”

– is it?

“okay.”

It really was.

Among the people who say things like that, who doesn’t change their words later? I didn’t see much. no. I barely saw it. Most people would say such sweet words without responsibility when they needed help, but then change their words when they realized they had no regrets.

“But even then, I get angry. Did I give a definite answer? The situation has changed like this, so what can I do? What should I do if you don’t even understand this? “They even tried to push me away as if this person, who had believed in the promise and waited, was an uninteresting and selfish person.”

I don’t know anyone who hasn’t experienced that.

You will feel it only when you experience it.

Crunchy love for humanity.

Give me human trust.

“That’s why. Lord Hell Knight Lexi? I appreciate your assurance. But to be honest, I don’t believe everything they say. Of course, I hesitate to believe that and decide to go to hell.”

– …I know what you mean. So what will I do and you will believe me?

“memorandum.”

– what?

“Let’s write a memorandum.”

Rachiel said as if it were obvious.

“I don’t believe in verbal promises. “Shouldn’t we leave fair evidence for each other, whether it’s documents or something else?”

– Huh. Hehe….

“Why? “You don’t like it?”

– no. That’s not it. Just….

“Just?”

– The more I look at it, the more it reminds me of a person I used to know.

Hell Knight Sir Georexius smiled faintly, recalling the memories of the human being. And he willingly nodded his skull.

– good night. I will write the memorandum you request. That is, if you can finally have faith in my words.

“Good decision. then.”

Rachiel noticed.

Damien noticed the mess and rummaged through one side of the bedroom. And he survived safely(?) and brought with him paper, a pen and an ink bottle.

“Can I decide the contents of the memorandum?”

– As you wish.

“Make it bigger too.”

Sssssseusseu!

Rakiel scribbled down a memorandum.

What came to mind immediately was simple.

[Memorandum]

[The King of Hell, Javiel Asrahan, calls the human Raquiel Adria Magentano to Hell, and accordingly receives a bonus lifespan of more than one year (365 days in the human world) in exchange for a small travel fee to hell ‘immediately’ to face the human Raquiel Adria Magentano. We firmly promise to pay ‘without fail.’]

[In addition, if the contents of the above-mentioned memorandum are not fulfilled, the King of Hell, Javiel Asrahan, will forcibly pay a bonus life of more than 10 years (3650 days in the human world) as a penalty, and this will also be fulfilled. If not, I firmly pledge that I will entrust full authority for the implementation of this memorandum to Heaven and the Archangels.]

[Contract Guarantor: Georexius, Commander of Hell’s 1st Legion]

– ….

After confirming the contents of the memorandum, Sir Lexi’s neck bones stiffened. .

Rakiel asked calmly.

“why? Is there a problem?”

– Oh, there’s no problem…

“So?”

– I thought you were so meticulous…

“Of course.” “Is the memorandum a joke?”

– Did it really have to be written down so thoroughly that heaven would intervene if the promise was not kept?

“Oh, you keep saying the obvious. Aren’t you going to have a warranty? “Aren’t you going to take me?”

– That’s not true…

“Then sign.”

– …here?

“yes. “Your signature is prettier than it looks.”

– Are we done now?

“no. “Jijang.”

– …here?

“yes. “Contrary to how it looks, your fingerprints are neat.”

– That’s enough now, right?

“no.”

– What else is there?

“I need to apply saliva.”

– ….

“Use it.”

– …licking.

As he placed his tongue, where only the spirit body remained, at the bottom of the note pointed to by Rakiel, the commander of Hell’s 1st Corps felt a gentle blow welling up from a well deep in the mountain. But I couldn’t help it. This is a person who has been designated by the King of Hell, his absolute boss, to be brought in. So you have to take it with you no matter what. That is your mission. So…

– It’s really done now, right?

“no. “Is there one more memorandum here?”

– why!

“Whether it’s a memorandum or a contract, it’s basic to write two copies with the same content and share them with each other, right?”

– ….

Squeeze and clap.

Sir Georexius suppressed the lamentation that seeped deep into his bones and completed the three-piece set(?) of signing and applying Ksitigarbha needles. And before I knew it, I felt sorry for myself for having become so eager to please this person.

– It’s really over now. So are you ready to go?

“What is the general idea? “Can I bring my escort?”

– Only you received the call.

“But I don’t want to go alone.”

-Are you afraid?

“no. “Because it’s unfair.”

– what?

“If I go to hell alone, he’ll suddenly get some vacation time and have fun.”

– ….

“So I have to take him. The salary is also expensive.

– You really are a human being….

“Oh, let’s go now. “I’m dying of frustration.”

– …God damn it.

Sir Georexius was furious and unleashed his dark magic. Then, a circular passage along with a dark red magic circle was created in the air.

Kwaaaaaa-!

A howling roar.

The world of magic seen beyond!

Sir Georexius pointed to the passage he had opened.

– This is Hell Gate, which leads to the palace of the King of Hell. Let’s go in.

“yes. “Excuse me.”

As soon as the plane landed, Rachiel quickly unfastened her seatbelt and walked inside the Hellgate like a Korean taking out her luggage. It was a movement so effortless that the Hell Knight who was guiding him flinched for a moment.

‘Well, it’s the King of Hell’s call anyway. It’s not like I committed a crime.’

A hell tour guaranteed by the absolute best in hell.

Could there be a safer journey than this?

With that in mind, I crossed Hellgate.

Crossing the gate didn’t feel like anything special.

It feels like passing through a layer of transparent membrane.

Beyond that, an unexpected landscape unfolded.

‘…uh?’

Talk.

The first step to hell beyond the Hell Gate. It was a surprisingly clean marble floor. Hell’s brimstone? A bloody sight with dark red blood flowing? There was no such thing. Rather, there is only the pure white interior of a luxurious and clean office spread out everywhere.

And beyond.

Inside the office.

A man was standing looking out the wide window.

There was only the back view.

Still, it looked like a statue.

A back view that appears to have applied the golden rule proportions that mankind has achieved with the greatest care. The overwhelming aura of transcendence oozes out. Even with only the back of her silver-haired head visible, her beauty is like a masterpiece of the century.

I knew it as soon as I saw it.

That man is…

the strongest grandmaster recorded in history.

A man who is now the ruler of Hell.

‘…Javiel Asrahan.’

Suddenly, without realizing it, I felt a shiver.