Gang of Yuusha

"I'm over ten!

"No, I'm over sixteen!

Red Seagull Pavilion, an end-of-place liquor store commonly used by residents of underground guilds

When Shoji opened the kannon opening door, the two men were hanging out.

Both have booze in them and are excited to dye their cheeks red. The cut fruit and boiled fish dishes brought to the table had slipped off the plate, fingering each other to incandescent the debate.

It's Dold and the band from the voices. Shoji was aware of that, but quickly asked the bartender for a beer first without approaching.

Morning job - in my personal job I did an interview with a seller.

I hired a few people, but I can't expect too much from people in this type of job. Of course I get my hands on the product, but some idiots mislead the sales.

Slightly the tiredness of the day remained, and I felt like moisturizing my throat with tight booze as soon as possible.

Most of the beer distributed to the error knife was crude, so order the intimate liquor that the subracial Dwarves are making in confidence.

Upon receiving the thrown white copper coin, the little bearded bartender twisted the barrel faucet in a tame motion and handed Shoji the beer.

Blurred light is emitted from the horizontal cantera.

It calmed my mind if it had a relaxing effect.

Some people in the store are gambling with cards for a small amount of money, while others are making foolish noises in a good mood to let whores serve.

After a sip, Shoji approached his friends.

"Shoji! Whoa, you finally made it! Listen to me!

"Now I'm worried if I should sit down at the table."

The band spread their hands in a welcome to the angel's visit and all, but Shoji answered as he stood out of sight.

The band claimed to be over ten years old about something.

And I can tell you for sure, but I'm seriously angry.

I have serious eyes, and I'm not going to defeat the argument if I skip the tweezers and skip out on the butch, and I'm not going to take a step back.

Though that can be said of Dordo. I'm sure the contents are the problem.

Of course I'm drunk on booze, and I know the brakes of reason aren't working.

Still, it's a tough topic to talk about.

"Quick! I believe in your good sense. Girls start when they're over sixteen, right?

"Oh... is that what you're talking about?

I didn't kim the potion today, and I was going to drink the booze. It's not even the kind of topic you can talk about in the face.

Shoji had a beer.

Foam bubbles in the mouth and cold liquid flows into the stomach.

But the alcohol doesn't turn well. My consciousness is clear.

Awkwardly enough, I cautiously glanced at the two faces.

They put their arms around each other and said, "Which one do you choose?"

I see, you'll have to choose one.

Is the woman - over ten or sixteen years old?

It seems shallow, maybe it's a deep story.

Suddenly Shoji's consciousness retraced to the past. It was about the camp at the time of service. Someone was whistling around the fire.

Too young, my village daughter came to sell herself. She's an odd little girl. I heard later that the village was under attack by famine, had no cash, and could not help it.

The village daughter, who snuck in where she was burning pine lights in the position, offered a frightened but silly high price.

A comrade of war surprised, teased and made a dirty joke about the amount.

The village daughter pretended to be brave and cluttered, trying to negotiate.

Without realizing that was a failure, the time for price cuts began.

Someone with a well-respected voice competed down where it came to a considerably lower amount than the market.

Shoji was only watching as he drank the potion of the bottle, but a glimpse of the expression of disappointment on the verge of going to the grass when the village daughter understood that she had made the wrong choice.

Chest shit. Seeing bad stuff, booze has turned into bitter taste.

"Band. Let's talk about the ethics of outlaws today"

"Damn it!

"Holy shit!

The band slammed the table with regret, and Dordo rounded his two-handed fists and took them to his chest.

Put the jock on the table. Shoji sat opposite the band.

Put your hands together, in the kind of tone you choose to say.

"We ignore the law. But there are some decisions. It's simple for everyone to understand."

"Oh."

The band replied back dissatisfied.

Shoji continued patiently.

I knew it wasn't my character who preached ethics, but I have to go on more than I started.

"I don't kill my people. I won't hurt my people. I don't steal my people's stuff. Three big principles."

"You're not talking about a woman?

"Take it easy. Don't rush to conclusions. There are many others. It's hard to explain... you know, like a light gesture, an implicit understanding or something"

"Manners?"

"Yes! Manners. It's not a sin, but it has manners. I understand your desire to hold a kid. Fortunately, there are also child prostitutes if you look for an error knife. I'm going to find a girl who can help me. So in public, you know what I mean?

"No, wait, Shoji. Not that I want to hold a kid."

"No?

Shoji was a little relieved, not on the subject as he feared.

I didn't usually want to see a manly friend get bloody eyed by a toddler, to be honest.

"We're talking business. Age to sell potions. Dodd says it's not a good idea for a woman to be too young because she's going to have a baby any day."

"Exactly."

"Okay. Explain it to me from the beginning."

The beginning of the matter was in the territory - Shoji's territory is dominated by the Huang Lin district in the west, but the problem was that St. Felices School of Girls blurred its nose tip.

The school, which trains ladies who go through a wide range of rich daughters, from noble courtiers to wealthy merchants to local peasants and international students, stands on a small high hill surrounded by natural forests off the city.

As a judge of potion, it was about how far a student's purchasing power could be turned into a sales channel, and whether a young daughter could be turned into food.

"It's not uncommon for Felices' daughter to be in a fancy drunk inn, whore's inn or work. I'll race horses, I'll buy jewelry, I'll buy male prostitutes. I'm talking about buying slave men and killing some of them. She may be a lovely daughter, but she's an animal. Don't hesitate."

"Quick. I don't want much. I've never been to school, but I'm sure they're all studying really hard."

"Okay. I can't conclude right away...... let me think"

Whether Perfect Potion should be judged on female students.

Unlike robbing a deserter in an alley of a lot more money.

On the other hand, there are risks, naturally. Their parents are also many in power. We must also consider the possibility of getting stung and crushed.

You won't succeed unless you make the route solid.

Should we explore the takeaways first?

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"I see... high walls. Thick baked bricks. Spire for surveillance. On the table are armed guards. Good alert."

Shoji, who had taken to the site, was walking along the outer wall, doing his research.

Sites like castle-built positions are protected by strong walls to keep outsiders away.

Destruction of stone walls is not easy, and surveillance towers are periodically walked by guards.

The more disturbances you make, the more alert you are to both the main entrance and the back gate.

It's not that hard to sneak in through the walls.

It's possible if you want to.

But it would be too conspicuous if you put it on the premises as a man rather than as a seller.

Security will fly away soon.

I thought it might be possible to pretend to be a kinsman, and when I spoke to the gatekeepers casually, they advised me to leave.

They didn't even tell me to show my ID.

"Was it a bad fit? Shirts are poor quality rough hemp, and light brown trousers like horse breeders...... should I buy superior clothes"

Shoji thought as he looked down at the wind.

In the first place, even if you break in successfully and come into contact with students, you can't buy suspicious potions or anything.

It is Othi who is suspicious and wanted.

It takes a certain amount of trust to close the deal.

There is a title that diminishes students' vigilance and causes them to loosen their purse strings.

When that happens, let the guy you trust judge you?

The best place to start is with a teacher who is greedy for money or a bad boss.

Either way, it's easy to screw around.

I don't think it works, but I don't need to make the connection stronger just by wholesale it.

Do we gather information first?

"Let's go with the usual routine"

Fifteen meters away from the back gate was somewhat of a hill, so Shoji lay on his back there to sleep.

The temperatures are low but the sun is directly above it and the bright light of the blue sky is pleasant.

Leave yourself to a shallow sleep.

All five hours passed on the lawn as a jig.

I heard the yellow voices of my young daughters.

A voice interested in chatting with friends and no other love.

Shaggy, a voice screaming high and high exaggerating boring things.

The sound of the hooves rings, and the decorative carriage for the transfer begins to assemble, and the man begins to wait correctly on his collar for the lady of his master to come in line.

There were also numerous figures of female students from the city well returning on foot, and Shoji waited at the back gate for the intended person to arrive, taking care not to hit the herd.

At that time, the wheels of the carriage, which began to run because they were keeping an eye on the back gate, jumped up a muddy puddle and wet the hem of Shoji's trousers.

"disrespect"

When he leaves, he vomits a short word of apology, but looks down on Shoji.

The female student in the guest seat also caught a glimpse of the situation but showed no interest.

Keep running down the road.

Muddy water was snuggling tightly when I picked your trousers hem.

I'm getting wet in my shoes.

The red four-wheeled carriage (coupe) is getting sick.

"Good afternoon, Seisei"

"Oh, my goodness!

"Good afternoon. Be careful and go home."

Honorable man with square glasses wearing blue chenic and scorched brown vest.

She was greeting a female student while holding a bunch of books aside.

I have no doubt that I am a teacher.

Walk towards a residential neighborhood in the south.

The good-looking, hairy man who keeps smiling looks like a dumb good man from anyone's eyes.

"Can I have that..."

I set a target and followed him.

Hide yourself in a shield, such as a building or large tall, while maintaining a certain distance.

The man doesn't expect to be tracked. As expected.

Even if the guards of the students are stiff, no one is going to protect them, such as the faculty and staff at the end.

Follow the teacher's back as he kills his breath. There is no change in footprint. I don't even look back.

Never disappeared into the crowd, just stopped by an old bookstore and the man walked into one of the homes.

Two-story brick and wood general dwelling.

He inferred that the left and right were similar triangular roof buildings, public housing built by the administration of the error knife.

Shoji knocked on the door in natural motion after seeing the plaque of the house next to his right.

"Excuse me, I'm an acquaintance of Ellard's from the next house, but I need to talk to you."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Your roof bricks are crumbling and falling here. It would be helpful if you could look at the scene."

"Uh, yes. I'm sorry about that."

The door was unlocked and an old lady showed her face. Could be the mother of a good man. He exposes his concern for sin, which is not even a shitty face.

Shoji struck an empty stomach.

It sounded like a heavy object had been dropped.

Unexpectedly, the old woman opened her mouth and peeled her eyes and collapsed.

I held only a few fainted bodies but eventually threw them down the front porch and carefully locked them in the door.

A teacher showed his face in the hallway where he heard things.

"Mother? What's wrong?

"Hey."

"Become, who...!

sickened toward the teacher. The teacher's face is stunned and dyed.

Shoji gained momentum and punched him in the face, slamming him against the wall.

He grabbed the bust where he was about to fall as-is and intimidated him.

"My husband is angry. You son of a bitch."

"Become, what are you talking about? Wow, I don't know..."

"Whoever you've got your hands on is noble. How dare you do that to a teacher's habit? I'm a proxy for anger. My husband asked me to kill you."

"Ma, wait... I didn't do anything"

"You liar. I despise you."

"Ya, please... I didn't do it. Nothing. True. Trust me. I've never had a hand in my students."

Tearful and pleading teachers really didn't seem to recognize themselves and even denied it as they bled out of their lips.

- I would have used it if it had a weak taste, but are you really a serious clergyman?

You don't seem to have the guts to be a seller. It's the type of race that confesses sin out of guilt. Not suitable at all.

"Please... it's some mistake"

No mistakes or anything, Shoji hasn't taken anyone's request, and “sir” doesn't exist.

I just disguised my position as an assassin being turned over.

Justice is on this side only, and I can draw more information while maintaining the position that

"We need to prove it. You see?"

"Wow, okay. Ask me anything. I'm innocent... it's true."

"Let's talk where we can calm our hips. You wouldn't want anyone asking for each other."

"Okay...... come to my living room. Is my mother safe?

"I'm just passing out. I also breathe. My husband ordered me to only hurt you and kill you. But if you believe I'm innocent, you can go and convince my husband."

"Is that true... that would help. Thank you. You're a nice guy, not by the looks of you."

I don't know.

With a generous grace, Shoji continued into the living room.

The red brick fireplace is burning and the exotic Taspery pattern is laid.

A delightful fine workmanship comfort chair and a cylindrical dining table are placed, making the living room a splendid colour.

The teacher puts in a no when Shoji sits on the chair.

"I'll make you some tea... hey, hey, hey"

"No, fine. Sit down."

"Yeah."

The teacher sat face to face as Shoji rubbed his beaten cheek.

He's moving his eyeballs all over the place looking for an escape. You are definitely afraid. Threats work effectively.

"First, let's check your name. of teachers in St. Felices... Yep."

"It's a flute. Flute Lewis."

"Lewis. I'm telling you, I can't tell you what's going on over here. Even if you're innocent, don't know what happens if you find out your daughter's hurt and even know that name."

"I know. I don't pry. I swear to God, I feel like I'm working in a special school."

"That's fine. What I want to know is... right. Talk to me about other suspicious teachers. I don't care if it's a man or a woman. He's going to get his hands on the students, he's in debt, he's going to have dark circumstances behind him."

"... right. Rumor has it that Shearling, who teaches geography, has kissed female students. Jock, who teaches ecological physiology, is a jerk, so he lives hard for specimens. The headmistress, Jamilly, puts her in a joyful neighborhood into a male whore. Mean Baba."

"Do you have an address for each?

"I know, but"

I hesitated to show her a bare gesture, so Shoji put his hands forward and put the foreground in.

"Don't worry. I won't say anything when the source is you. Write it down on your note. Unlike the students, no one makes a scene about leaking a faculty roster."

"Oh...... I guess this is it"

Lewis gave the address in the paper he handed over.

You seem to have a good memory enough to write down your colleague's address. Punish the note into your butt pocket.

"Fine. Anything else... right, I want to know about students with problems"

"Aren't we talking about teachers getting their hands on students?

"It's better to have a lot of information. Even a few things can help. I'm desperate because if I don't find out who did this, they'll tie me up."

"That's tough... I can't forgive the guy who got his hands on my students either. We'll work together."

Lewis seemed like a bottomless gentleman, enough to sneer inside, but Shoji nodded deeply.

"So, what do you say?"

"There's plenty of them. I'm wearing a cat, not a cat."

"Tell me a few, especially bad ones"

"Hmmm... it's Elia who's terrible at being a teacher. I appeal to your lady's club as soon as there is something. Oh, the autonomous organization of the students. As loud as the teacher chopped off the cat's neck in front of him just because he misspelled a sound. Next up is Mal Se. I have terrible paranoia and believe that a man can rape himself with only his eyes. I might do anything if I could be fired. Lorelei is the problem child. It breaks things right away, and violent fights are the most common. I tend to skip school, too."

It's not very informative personal information.

There are defenseless kids everywhere, and I don't want to hear about problems within teachers.

Ask as you put your hands together and settle down.

"Do you know where students with bad behavior get together?

"Mostly I'm gathering my people at my own mansion for a party. You can use a lot of great parents' money to arrange dishes that are so overwhelming that cocks can't eat them, and you can have tough drinks while you call in beautiful up-and-coming poets and musicians, and you can have sex with gardeners on carefully rubbed lawns to kick potions for stronger pleasures."

"Wonderful diligence."

"You don't have to bother around. Then we have to remain silent."

There is likely to be soil for judging potions.

The question becomes where you can buy it.

If we end the gangs we supply and we succeed in replacing them, the market will belong to the rootshows. If you're going to get an existing route, you're not going to complain about Dordo or anything, and you're not going to feel guilty about dropping your students in the nuts.

Glitter and ambition are burning up. I will take it from you.

"How about outside? Do you have a destination liquor store or a casino?

"They'll rent out a club in the company. Because you think junior citizens are cockroaches. That's the restaurant, the bar, the girls' cabin."

"Is that a whorehouse? A woman?

"While some of the students are poor... some are selling their bodies and paying tuition. If you graduate from St. Felices, you'll have a hack. I don't have a problem with the person I marry because I mean a woman with definite upbringing and elegance. That's what happens because they send you to places where you pay dumb, expensive tuition without admitting that a fallen good house has become poor."

"I can't believe you're a hooker for that."

"I think so, too. The world is full of strange things."

Lewis' grief was real, but he seemed to drop his shoulder and pity, but he wasn't going to work for school, and all he felt was give up.

"Wait a minute. Students selling their flesh doesn't give them a reason to rent out a whorehouse."

"It was speechless. Some noble warlords buy classmates who sell flesh, and they're hobbyists."

"You're like a jerk"

"I'm a jerk for paying. Eat caviar canapés and drink fine wines from Catherine while watching a show that makes your favorite male prostitute offend his classmate."

"Fifteen or sixteen daughters do that?

"You don't deserve a surprise. Who decides that a woman who wrapped herself in a corset and woven silk is classy up to her sexuality"

"... thanks. Can you tell me where that whorehouse is at the end of the day?

"Do you want to buy students?

I was more tired of looking up than I was of accusations. He was also deeply saddened, but returns his reply softly.

"What do you do when you know that?

"Oh yeah...... but don't treat me like a handful if you want to buy one. Every girl like that is a good girl who works hard."

Taking a seat, Shoji tried to walk away but stopped on the way.

"Lewis. I'll report you're white. Sleep with your pillows high. And today."

"I know. Forget it. I'm good at pretending not to look. I'm sick of myself."

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The sunset was over and a colorful night was upon us.

Around the rich house, the white light of the light source stone of the magical light lit, and the lamps of the street lights began to light one after the other. The firemen in silk hats are rushing around to work.

There are still a few people who go through the dark night.

Craftsmen seek alcohol, workers return to our homes, and a large number of merchants travel in their baggage.

The whorehouse Angel Wing was near the city of Hot Springs Inn in the west of Error Knife.

The square stacked building was seen with wooden windows, but none of the windows were closed and freed.

The entrance and exit have a staircase leading to the basement and the pink light source stone is poisonously luminescent.

It is also close to Head Bay and has a magnificent shop in a crowded area.

Mixed with the hot spring inn is difficult to understand due to the fact that there are also mineral springs, but the grounds are also on Gulf Street, with plenty of space to hold the carriage.

"Well... it's my hand to buy a woman."

It's not such a bad story to sell potions to female students who are prostitutes.

If you're having trouble with gold, you'll jump at something that smells even more like gold.

She is a smart basement to be admitted to St. Felices College for Women in general.

It's likely to stand around well - you can try speaking up to more than one person.

Risk can be spread.

"Don't touch me. Yo!

Shoji glanced at the woman's prestigious scream, which was suddenly heard.

A loose end surrounded three or one girl.

The rough giver doesn't care as much about the anger of the short girl as the dew, and tries to take her to the back of the alley by placing her hand on her narrow shoulder, or grabbing her arm, slightly.

"Isn't that nice? I'm gonna make you feel better."

"I'll pay you too. If it satisfies us."

The arms of the threesome are thick and the body is large. He is wearing thick-skinned armor full of twigs.

The girl was angry but couldn't escape. Eventually, I was pushed dongly. I am starting to bite my teeth aware of the difference in force. Like a few minutes before he was offended.

Shoji was trying to leave it alone as a fun routine for Error Knife, but when she realized that the red scarf the girl was wrapped around her neck was one of St. Felices' cold clothes, she turned her toes.

"Hey."

"Ah?

Speaking to the rogue, he beat the first one.

It was a casual blow but the mandible moved significantly from its original position, unnaturally breaking and bending.

Its tragic crushing sound succeeded in upsetting and stiffening the other two.

Shoji throws up with his hand stuck in his pocket.

"Go away."

"Ugh, oh, oh... we're getting away!

"Oh, I can't do it......!

The two men fled without even trying to help their people.

I felt things were too clear, but I turned to the girl I was afraid of while agreeing that it was something like that.

"Ugh."

The girl, frightened and leaking her voice, is younger than Percibel.

He is stretching his faded blonde hair straight up to his waist. Pretty rich chest pushing up the V-neck blouse. Feather weave without buttoning the women's jacket. Disappointing shearling boots under the long skirt.

The busy looking hanging eye holds a fierce glow.

Though Shoji helped people, he was palatable because they were sensitive daughters of his age.

I didn't get an attentive line and I had trouble dealing with it the way I handled it.

If you were a street corner whore, you would have said hello in a dirty way - but in that respect, Shoji leaves a naïve part.

"Do you know Flute Lewis... I know him."

In the end, I decided to feel sorry for myself.

The girl was bewildered by the name of the person she knew from the strong-sided chimps, but opens her mouth, which was closed.

"Oh, oh... you're the first lord of sociology. I know. Oh well... do you know my lord? Thanks for your help. I appreciate it, but I don't have any money."

The girl seems relieved to know some of who the other person is.

I just stuck my hand in my skirt pocket and stopped it.

"I don't need a gratuity. You work here, too?

"I'm Lorelei. In a whorehouse? No way. You don't look so cheap."

That's a familiar name. Lorelei the child in question. I never thought I'd come across a name I heard a few hours ago.

I can also nod that I'm about to be assaulted in front of a whorehouse late at night. I haven't thought enough.

"Then you're going back under your parents. It's late at night. You'll be worried."

"No. I don't think so."

"... then you can do whatever you want"

We should not interfere any more.

It's his or her freedom to be brought into an alley and become someone's leech.

Though Shoji turned back on his heels to head to 'Angel Wing'.

"Wait for me! I need to talk to you."

"... what"

I get pulled over and look back.

I thought you wanted me to give you a ride home, but when I turned back to Lorelei, I was depressed with a face that looked serious.

He's gripping his little fist and shivering it plump.

"Damn, you're buying a woman, right?

"I realize there's only one thing you can do in a whorehouse."

"Oh, oh, I'll deal with you. I want you to do me a favor."

"Depends on the content."

"I want to help my friends. Bad guys treat me like a toy... you're strong, and I need your help."

"You want me to kill someone?

"No... that, oh, no, you're absolutely right! I want Laurier dead! 'Cause because of him, everybody, I can't!

The scream as he became emotional was the distressing wind at first, but he revealed his intention to kill with firm intent.

I shook my lips and squeezed them tight.

The hanging eyes hang even more and dwell on swordswallowing colors.

I haven't passed the back guild, but it's not uncommon to request an assassination.

It's a common story with error knives.

You can take the request.

Treat me fairly, even if I'm a little girl, if you even pay me well.

"... fine. Whatever he is, I'll take care of him. But I'm unhappy with the reward."

"Oh, isn't that my body? I don't have any experience... but it's worth it, isn't it?

With his hands on his chest, confused Lorelei asks with a wounded face.

Shoji shrugged his shoulder.

"No. No. Because you're a kid who hasn't grown yet. So it's not enough to entertain me. But I was just looking for talent at St. Felices College for Women. If you can help me with my work, I'll do you a favor."

Percivel's face came to mind with the word kid, but Shoji decided not to think about it because he felt the crisis.

That must be older than the girl in front of you, but on the same level at a young age. Instead, Lorelei, who looks weirdly grown-up, may look older.

"I'm not a kid... but what are you doing at work?

After punching his chest, he blushes with his mouth pointed and stares up at Shoji, asking him to attract interest.

"I want the Alchemists Association to sell me a potion I'm not allowed to."

"... the potion behind it. Dangerous adventurers and other people who want to get inspired drink it. So you're a gangster."

"Oh, you're free to choose. Be my seller or not."

"What if I say no? What happens to me? You brought me into an alley and raped me. Quotes, are they going to kill me?

Shoji scratched his cheek.

I'm an outlaw, and I can't get through.

I don't mind committing crimes, and I don't want to draw good emotions.

But I don't want to do anything I don't really feel comfortable with.

"Nothing in particular"

"Yo! I like that attitude. Negotiations are in place. If you kill Laurier and help Misers safely, I'll be your woman. Stay strong. I wanted a boyfriend."

"You don't have to be a woman"

"I have a back door to sneak in. Come on, let's go, my darling. If it works, I'll let you have sex!

"Lorelei. You listen to me seriously."

Grabbing his arm by the light Lorelei, who was all jumping and jumping, Shoji was to head to the back door as he was dragged.

On the way, I saw the carriage cabin glimpse.

Discover a familiar carriage and narrow your eyes.