Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

"There's no other way to get rid of villains just by standing around."

You mean a month in jail and waiting for a sentence?

A death sentence that you will never know - the fear of death that steadily sneaks up behind you, even if you are a normal person, it is not strange that you are already exhausted.

However, his voice was so tense that he could not feel the month and day, he said at ease that he would be intrigued to chat with a friend he had not seen for a long time.

"I'm quiet because I'm a beast in a cage. If I had stood within their reach, I would have killed them without hesitation."

"Rough and fierce is not the only beast. They were strong because they had the power to eat others and the sense of smelling prey. Anyone who looks at your unknown abyss and thinks they're still coming out will be dead by the time they get here."

"Thank you for your unhappy rating"

Grab a magic tool to light the light that you were holding in your pocket, and let the magic flow gently.

However, the magic device that I had predicted inside didn't say no, but only magic spread to the surroundings so that the water could leak from the holed bucket.

The ability to convert magic into magic is still blocked.

This is probably one of the reasons for the low level of security. Even if I could bring in magic equipment, I wouldn't have to be wary if I couldn't use it.

Risha, give me that.

"Yes"

After a slurpy sound, a flaming light emerges in the darkness.

Rusty iron lattices lead to sudden openings of sight.

Beyond that, a man in a rag sat cross-legged.

"... do you miss the lightstone?"

Risha places a stone called a flaming stone at her feet.

It is a kind of mineral that reacts to magic and emits light. Prior to the generalization of lighting by magic devices, it was apparently used for night activities.

It is a light that is unreliable like a candle fire, but the man's face looks fine.

"Hey, it's been a while, Patchworker. You've lost a little weight, haven't you?

"Yeah, thanks. I have to fix the waist of my pants when I get out of here."

"You don't have to. I'm sure you won't get a chance to change after you get out of here."

Cumming, the master snorts his throat.

"--So?"

Yeah?

"I don't suppose you're here to talk about it?

As I narrow my eyes, the master makes a big mouth. [M]

"I know. I didn't master Date."

"... that's right. I'd really like to talk slowly while drinking apple juice, but I can't even relax because it seems hateful."

"Yes, the next shift is in about 10 minutes. If you don't cut it up by then, it might be important."

"Thank you for your advice."

Sniffs like a mockery.

The master was just smiling calmly, not looking at my malice. [M]

"Then this is the end of the futile conversation, let's hear it from the conclusion. Do you recognize this?

Remove the medicine wrapper from your pocket and poke it in front of the master.

No changes in pupils, pulse, or breathing.

I don't know... but if it weren't for this guy, I'd have made that decision.

Willem Stathima.

"... what?

"Willem Stathima - commonly known as the" all-powerful medicine "- is a phantom medicine that only a handful of nobles and titles recognize."

"How do you know there's such a drug?"

The master exhales a heartbroken sigh.

"... Mr. Rosie, I thought you said you'd hear from the conclusion. Then you should ask without asking such a futile question." Where is your dead friend's grave? "

That's what the Master says, as if he saw through our intentions.

You didn't understand the meaning of the leap conversation, but Lisha twisted her neck like she thought.

"If I was working with Albert Glendrek, I wouldn't be surprised if I knew the medicine. Is that why you came to ask?

That's right.

"And I heard rumors about the medicine. Not the effect, but perhaps the raw materials."

"... I'm glad you're in the cage now. If I'd missed it there, a lot of people would have died by now."

Although he was aided by Albert, he continued to commit crimes as a “patchworker” because of the Master's own insights and thinking abilities.

If I think about it again, I have to be regarded as a threat.

"Dear Rosie, let's make a deal"

"... is that so?"

"Yes, if the information I provided leads to Willem Stathima, promise me you'll get me out of here."