Dungeon Master Makeup Money

"And I don't...! I really don't know anything about the guy who gave me this magic tool."

You can't know anything.

At least someone should be doing the handover of the 'pseudo-nukes'.

There's no way you could put a precious substitute somewhere that just can't be mass-produced and do a dangerous imitation of having it recovered.

"I only met him once when I received him."

According to Knock, it was originally at the hands of Bong when he was floating with extraordinary income when he lived in the slums of a small city within the Empire. There were times when I was still young, and I was able to catch him as soon as I chased him, but I was impressed by the appearance of my brother trying to take back the young brother I had earlier caught.

If I realized it, I was buying food from extraordinary income and giving it to both of us.

Then they both started admiring Knock like his brother.

He had lived in a slum since the time he came to his senses, and the group of children he had acted with at an early age had disappeared at some point, and he was glad that Knock, who had become alone with nature, had a presence to protect.

It was only a few years after the three of them became brothers that that feeling would be reversed.

The means of obtaining food for slum dwellers who are not working, for example, are illegal jobs mediated by bad merchants and aristocrats, or, if they are terrible, fishing for garbage can leftovers and not other than stealing goods sold in stores.

The means they chose were discounted.

They were chased from the person who stole the merchandise and awakened to their skills while they were desperately running around the city.

[Wall-out] and [Transformation] convenient for escape.

The two people who got the skills also split the food they got without difficulty into knocks.

But I didn't like that for a prized knock.

Knock had acquired skills as well, but that was too weak a skill to feed his day.

So...

"Hey, don't you want some strong power?

I nodded at the words of a young man wearing a robe that suddenly appeared in front of me.

And I received the 'pseudonuclear' that the youth had given me.

"I don't even remember what you look like. I should have seen it from the gap in the robe..."

I don't even remember the color of my hair I was supposed to see.

All I remember is information called 'Man' from my voice and physique.

"There's obviously been an information manipulation"

"Oh."

I agree with Melissa.

It's no surprise that labyrinth magic, which can use a wide variety of magic, can distract people from recognition.

Skillfully hidden identity.

"But there's no reason for contact to be one of those times."

What I saw were all sorts of magic tools that the three thieves had.

A number of magic tools that will help Bon escape what he was wearing, looking like a thief bat that was combined with Yang Dynasty.

The storage ring that Gong, the real executor, had.

Extremely overboosted with Knock. That's not the kind of substitute you'd get if you had money, but you'd need a lot of handouts to get what's flowing into the market. I don't think the man in front of me has a handout. You have to have a lot of luck getting it in the labyrinth.

It would be odd to have as many as one or two other things.

At first I suspected that I had solidified myself with the magic tools I had stolen, but there was an easier way to do it considering that there was a labyrinth lord in the dark.

Someone gave it to you.

The person is likely the same person who gave him the 'pseudonuclear'.

"Oh, you're talking about that woman."

"Woman?"

I thought it was exactly the same person, but it seems it was another person who brokered the magic tools.

"It's also abrupt that that woman showed up. I thought you gave me magic tools, and they sold us the treasure we stole for a high price. Probably pinned, but still, it was a lot of money for us."

"Right. You can't just steal the treasure and get the money."

The treasure you get has to be sold.

However, it cannot be sold on a regular route because it is stolen goods. The stolen goods were sold by illegal means.

It would take a handover to employ illegal means like that, but it doesn't look like the guy who lives in a place like this has a handover.

"I don't have a handout for selling stolen goods, but she did. Even that woman came looking for treasure to steal. Even this time, the woman told me she could sell it for a high price, so I aimed for Count Ament's ring and Lydihea's leaves."

Except for the guy who was accommodating magic tools and selling stolen goods.

So even though there was an irregular named us, he was trying to steal the Leaf of Rydihea until he risked it.

The woman also seemed to be quite cautious and I don't know her name or appearance because she was moving to leave as little trace of herself as possible on the knock.

I can't get any powerful information on how much I interrogated the man in front of me.

"Rio."

"What?

At least I have to bring back something that's profitable.

"It's valuable evidence, but can I have it?

'No problem. Even over here, "pseudo-nukes" are a better problem for the annoying people of the Empire who oppose my emperor taking office. Take it as a special allowance. "

I can't have a direct conversation with Rio, but I can have a conversation through Sylvia in front of Rio.

The Emperor gave me permission to receive my reward.

"To?"

The person is not strong. Pull out the 'pseudo-nucleus' embedded in his chest while the knock is shuddering.

Blood was flowing from the place where it was pulled out, and Knock was rolling through the room in the severe pain that began to strike his entire body. The wound was immediately blocked by healing magic, but it is still rolling because it was such a severe pain that I thought it would kill him.

[Magic Convert] the extracted 'Pseudonuclear'.

"That's a 'phony nucleus' with magic in it."

A considerable amount of magic was obtained, although it did not extend to the fruits of the Divine Tree.

It wouldn't be worth the cooperation if it wasn't as useful as this.

"Instead of strengthening your skills, you will significantly reduce your life expectancy." Pseudonuclear "was recovered. I don't know how long I can live forever, but don't worry, it won't get any worse."

Instead, I lost my skills.

The [Appraisal] of Labyrinth Magic was no longer able to peek into the status because he was no longer a Labyrinth official.

The loss of the 'false nucleus' that was reinforcing my skills weakened [possession] and made it difficult to prove the crime, but this is an empire with strong emperor power.

The emperor knows everything that's happened so far, so it's not a problem.

"I don't know about the fine sentencing of the Empire, but you can't be anything but a maximum sentence for working stealing and making a scene at an auction that is the Emperor's liver. Hand it over to the Emperor now."

"Oh, no..."

Knock pokes his hands on the floor and drops.

For this guy, I guess he was going to start even in his rightful life with the money he got from successfully stealing, but he just has to accept the end more than he failed.

Take charge of the dropped knocks.

I don't know when I'll get there when I'm moving this guy around.

"Your husband!

"Mars!"

I hear Sylvia and Illis in a hurry.

It was a revenge to cover it with a wind junction that was magically created to prevent people from listening to the conversation in the abandoned house.

I feel signs that something is approaching me from afar at high speeds.

Signs are heading west!

"Melissa, whatever you want, do your best to expand the barrier"

"Yes!"

Allow Melissa to deploy one barrier at a time of composite attributes consisting of fire, ice, wind, and soil to accommodate any attack that comes.

I'll expand the [Labyrinth Junction] before that, too.

But something flew in - an arrow penetrates all the barriers.

Five barriers have been penetrated, but it seems that they have succeeded in deflecting the arrows from orbit, and rather than destroying us... the arrows released to finish the knock fall into the corner of the abandoned house.

"Get down!

Ira pushed me and Melissa down the floor.

At the next moment, an arrow that fell in the corner of the room caused a huge explosion, which caused a corner of the slam to blow up without a trace.