The Shaman Wants Transcendence

54 – What the Feast Needs

Jin-seong sent a hand signal to the worker as if he had done well, took out a box containing cigars from his luggage, and naturally turned around. She then smiled broadly as she approached Narumi.

“Oh, this luggage is right. This cigar. How about it. Isn’t it nice?”

The box Jinseong held out was full of fancy decorations, and she was so gorgeous that it was thought that her box alone would cost millions. In particular, the tiger engraved on the outer part of the box showed a vivid appearance as if it would jump out at any moment, as if it had been touched by a master.

Besides, the appearance of the cigar inside was unusual.

Although it had the appearance of a cigar that is commonly seen, it seemed to have an aura that can only be felt in luxury goods, as if a craftsman had made it with all his heart, and there was a clean and restrained luxury.

“Oh…”

Although Narumi is not a smoker, she admires the luxurious look of cigars.

The luxurious feel of the cigar was intense.

“Such precious things…”

Narumi looked at Jinseong with a friendly gaze.

The embarrassment and anger she felt because of the sudden incident.

The anger and jealousy he felt towards Rise who was intrusive.

The awkwardness I felt when meeting Jin-seong for the first time.

All of that is gone in an overwhelming barrage of gifts, leaving only goodwill.

And the same was true of priest Yoshiaki Kishimoto.

hahahaha! These precious things! Thank you!”

Yoshiaki Kishimoto, who had been fussing about saying that he had to protest against the mayor’s family in a fit of rage and that he should push for another politician next time, drew an arc as if he were going to hear it.

Yoshiaki tried to feel a little uncomfortable when he saw the unsightly pile of luggage, but since all of the items in the luggage were high-quality items that could not be easily obtained even with money, he welcomed Jinseong and Rise as if flipping his palms.

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And the pinnacle is the cigar.

Yoshiaki, who was handed a cigar by Jinseong, was completely on their side.

“Yes. You came to help with the festival? Yes! Stay in peace and go.”

A nuisance?

Those words had vanished from her father’s and daughter’s heads.

If they had just brought the proper items, there would have been room for them to think it was a nuisance, but it was clearly unreasonable to call it a nuisance when they brought a mountain of items that were hard to find even with money.

Rather, the two regarded Jinseong and Rise’s visit as a blessing that came rolling in.

‘I don’t even have a Maneki Neko, but luck came in by itself!’

That’s why the two of them were able to readily accept at least a modest request from Jinseong.

“There’s a lot more luggage than I thought, and the festival is just around the corner, so I think we’ll have to clean up all night. Can the workers walk around the shrine at night?”

“Of course! Instead, don’t make loud noises so as not to disturb Inari-sama, and try not to come to the main shrine.”

That’s why the workers were allowed to visit the shrine.

“Ah, but they’ll be having a hard time too, so I need a place to stay… I can’t do that because it’s too much of a hassle to use the shrine… I have a tent I just prepared. Could you lend me an empty lot?”

“Don’t worry! There’s a place that’s been vacated for a festival. Use that place!”

Workers make simple lodgingsIt was also allowed.

“By the way. From the point of view of hiring them, isn’t it really bad for them to stay alone? I want to stay in the same place as them to see if they work properly or not.”

“What? You’re a guest, how could you let them stay in a place like that?”

hahahaha. Customers are up to you. Wouldn’t it be a nuisance to want to be treated as a guest when you suddenly arrive like this? I also have a duty to control and monitor those workers, so I’d like to put off treating guests until later and stay with them.” “Please allow me.”

“Ghm… That’s nice! But just stay with them today, and let me treat them tomorrow. A special guest has come and I can’t even treat myself properly!”

“All right.”

Jin-seong and Rise were allowed to share the tent with the workers.

It was the power of capitalism.

* * *

Power of capitalism.

It was a word mainly used to talk about the great power and fear of money, but there were people who used that phrase elsewhere.

Those who sell their bodies and souls for money.

People who entrust their conscience and ethics to money.

Hounds of capitalism who only decide what to do with the money they receive, and follow the orders of their employers like those of God.

It was a mercenary.

“Is your employer here?”

“Ha ha. Everyone seems busy.”

When Jinseong visited the tent, one of the workers who was carrying the luggage came over and saluted toward Jinseong playfully. Rise, who was following behind, made a puzzled expression at the salute, but Jinseong skillfully accepted the salute as if it were familiar.

Then, he gently stroked the magic circle engraved on the tent’s fabric, and secretly drew in a small amount of mana floating in the air to check if it was working properly. And when she confirmed that Mana was responding to her magic circle, she immediately changed her tone.

“The soundproof magic circle and the clairvoyance defense magic circle are working properly. You can rest assured.”

“Oops. Then it’s comfortable. My clothes and shoes are sore from working as a laborer who doesn’t even have a job.”

“hahahaha. Just kidding. How much weight do you guys carry with you?”

When Jinseong changed his tone, the worker’s tone also changed.

The playful but friendly tone of the worker changed to a playful but somewhat rough tone. Besides, I could feel the fluffiness of all the workers in the tent, and somehow they began to smell blood.

Surprised by the sudden change of atmosphere, Rise clung to Jinseong one more step.

hahahaha. Wouldn’t it be tough for a mercenary to live on his lips?”

“Yes. Is the equipment in good condition?”

“Of course. There doesn’t seem to be any defective bullets, and the firearms… Kah. They’re better than the ones we use. Can’t we give them to you after the mission is over?”

“If you do a good job, I’ll consider it.”

Jinseong said so and grabbed the empty space.

Rattle.

Rattle.

Rattle!

Then, the lids of the luggage scattered here and there in the tent began to open one after another, revealing the hideous appearance of the objects inside.

“Seconds, guns?”

Weapons in the box.

It was also guns and bullets, weapons used only in the military, not weapons such as blunt weapons or knives.

A strange shape in a boxTake a gun.

In one box was a shotgun with the barrel cut short.

In one box, there is a bullet with ‘Dragon Fire’ written on it.

And, some boxes were filled with alcohol bottles.

A luxurious bottle that once held wine had a long piece of cloth inserted instead of a cork, and inside it was filled with a liquid that never looked like alcohol.

“Hmm.”

“How is it? It’s a Molotov cocktail we’ve been working hard on.”

“What about the ingredients?”

“Don’t worry. That bartender who sets fire to the fictitious day has put a lot of effort into it. He’s proportioned to make it burn as long as possible, and he’s made it as sticky as possible. When you taste this cocktail, you’re both a man and a god, and you’ll never come to your senses.”

“Good. What about white phosphorus grenades?”

“Oh, that’s over there. That firecracker bartender over there said he’d have to take care of these white phosphorus grenades…”

Jinseong looked at the direction the mercenary pointed.

There was a man who was petting the wooden box he was sitting on as if he was adorable. He had burn marks all over his body, and he had stark eyes that didn’t suit his stocky body.

“hehehe. Employer sir. Thank you.”

The man called the bartender smiled and waved his hand at Jinseong.

His grim smile was filled with excitement, not that of a heightened feeling at all, but an obvious s*xual excitement.

“Say nothing. You’ll be doing your favorite arson later, so look forward to it.”

hehehe.”

The bartender laughed as if he was ecstatic just thinking about the arson, and Jinseong laughed at the sight. He continued his conversation with the mercenary who was looking at him strangely.

“Okay. So what’s the condition of the armor?”

“That’s awesome too. Sword-proof, arson. Besides, I’ve also brought rechargeable shield skins for the defense of superpowers by number.”

“Then there won’t be any burning to death while setting a fire or the body exploding in the aftermath of a battle?”

“Well, even if I go until the end of the day, I won’t be able to die.”

Rise looked at them with blank eyes at the vicious conversation taking place right in front of her eyes.

‘Gun? Cocktail? Arson?’

As if not knowing what the two were talking about, Rise listened to their conversation with one ear and let it out with the other.

‘Anyway… I am this person…’

Risse gave up on understanding the conversation between the two and turned off his attention to what kind of heinous conversation they were having.

Instead, she remembered his words, and he remembered how he had listened to her advice in her kind voice, asking him to take up her hobbies.

She recalled her oath to only obey Jinseong, and she felt the warm touch of the ring he had given her.

That’s why Rise made a promise while standing behind Jinseong, who was talking happily.

No matter what the man she swore to give her all to do.

Whatever happens to this shrine, whatever happens to the Kishimotos.

Whatever it was.

‘… Just follow and help.’

I will be behind him like now.

* * *

10 o’clock.

Everyone in the tent checked their equipment.

10:30.

Mercenaries disguised as laborersMake sure the water is properly installed.

11 o’clock.

Mercenaries put cigars vertically all over the shrine and sprinkled tiger pee.

11:30.

The mercenaries wore their equipment.

11:34.

Jinseong opened his mouth while looking at the mercenaries who had entered a battle posture.

“I will begin the ceremony from now on.”