Herscherik

Hershelik, who rolled out to Castle Town with the leaders, finds himself confused by the current situation, which prevents him from understanding his current position. After many turns in a dim alley and a narrow road between the house and the house, the only thing Hershelik can tell is that it is in the king's capital.

Clo walks in the lead, Oran follows behind him, and Hershelik moves on with them pinched.

"Cro, how far are you going?

Harshelik speaks to Khlo, unable to withstand the condition.

It was the truth that I wanted you to give me a break to keep walking without knowing exactly what the purpose was.

"Almost there.

(That's because I've heard it many times already……)

Hershelik sneaks out a sigh as well. It's not like I'm walking without guessing.

From the day after my father's visit, the victims' families and associates were divided into interviews. As Hershelik stared, he wanted to hide that most of them were aristocrats and wealthy people, but the more well-known they were using drugs. It is the same as affirming the use of the medicine because of the reluctance. The person concerned also had a stiffer mouth, but the action itself had the result of supporting Hershelik's assumptions.

However, it was still speculative and not even certain. And there's no proof.

By the way, Crowe and Oran also went to Flower Street to investigate.

(It's work, but I knew you needed to breathe, too.

I thought, "You can come slow until morning," so I tried to drop him off, but for some reason, I gave him about a gritty sentence from Crowe, and Oran said, "Don't let the kid say that!" He was angry.

(That, I thought it was an understandable boss statement why!?

Sometimes Hershelik forgets that his appearance is a five-year-old. Of course, it's limited to Cro and Oran only, but anyone would respond that way if a five-year-old told me to "have fun in the flower streets".

I kept doing that kind of investigative work, but Crowe told me today that there was a place I really wanted you to go with me, and I went out of town.

"Right here.

That's daylight, but it's surrounded by buildings and dim, and the passage is narrow enough for Hershelik to touch the walls of the buildings on either side if he reaches left or right. And what Crowe instructed is a small door that you can't get in unless you're in a mid back position when you're an adult.

(It's like Alice's door.

Reminds me of a picture book I read as a child in my previous life. It is one of those interesting and repeatedly read picture books. Since that time she has liked fantasy. My nerd could have been a certainty since then already.

But the door in front of me is bigger than the one I saw in the picture book.

Clo opens the door and enters. Hershelik also continued as a downstairs staircase. As I descend, my posture, which was my mid back, becomes a fine height for stretching my spine, and at the same time the smell of incense thickens. It's a sweet, yet unpleasant scent.

Clo opens the door down the stairs.

"Hey, I brought you here, informant.

"... oh, that took longer than I thought.

The glossy woman's voice echoed. When I knocked on the door, it was supposed to be in the basement, but it was an extra room for the three of us to come in. The walls were fitted with shelves, lined with old books and suspicious figurines, incense burned here and there, smoke filled the room and suspiciously glowed the flames of the lamp. And a woman sitting loosely on the couch across the table with them.

(Diviner?

That's what Hershelik thought. Look at her. Long, thin hair spreading onto a sofa that looks even darker in a dark room, like a purple crystal. Because the room is dark, it is impossible to tell until the color, but the eyes are dark and light from left to right. Under her right eye, a crying black child was creating even more of her hue.

The outfit closely resembled the costume of a dancer appearing on Arabian Night. The mouth was hidden with a seemingly transparent and impermeable cloth, like a fortune-teller I had seen in my previous life.

In this world of western-like fantasy, she looks too heterogeneous, but Hershelik was more blinded to parts of her body than that.

(Wow, that's awesome.

Her chest had a twitchy, spill-over chest. Big tits are a two-dimensional product! For him, who thought, her sole is shocking.

Hershelik, who was a woman in her previous life, would know. Big tits can never just be big. Balance between the underside and the top, and the crease. If those three things didn't work out, they wouldn't be beautiful tits like hers.

It is, of course, Ryoko's discretionary boob theory, and objections are admissible.

(I'm so jealous!

Women also admire the quality of same-sex styles. Ryoko was a typical Japanese unfortunate figure in her previous life. Besides, there was a place out there where I didn't have to leave because of my daily inactivity.

"So, you're the seventh prince?

Hershelik, who was blinded only by his too stunning chest, is called a prince to raise his gaze. A woman was smiling lusciously.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm an informant.

"It's Hershelik. Nice to meet you."

(Do you like your beautiful sister...... I love it!

Hershelik decides to gut pose in his mind. I've loved aesthetic shapes for both men and women since my last life, for ornamental purposes.

"The prince you've missed Shadow Fang... you look like a young lady.

Hershelik feels uncomfortable staring at her with a shiver. Her eyes were a gaze from pure interest, but she is good to observe but not good to be observed.

Back there, Oran said, "What's a shadow fang?" He asked Crowe, "but Crowe continues to remain silent.

And her exploring eyes opened for a moment and then narrowed it down like she'd found something interesting.

"I see, I see. So you're a lady. This is very interesting. That's so funny.

Hershelik twists his neck on the words.

"Well, I'm a man for once…………."

"It's okay, young lady.

Hershelik's objections too. The informant laughs and waves at Kerakera. Crowe opened his mouth on behalf of Hershelik, who raises questions.

"Hey, informant. If I brought the prince here, I would promise to give him information.

Clo said in a tone that still sounded like he was going to pound his tongue. Hershelik looks up at him without swallowing the circumstances, and Kro wanders a little into the universe and leaks a sigh as he gave up.

"I don't have too much information about the medicine, so I thought I'd buy it from an informer. Then they told me to bring Hershey.

The informer moves with money. So I came to see if I could find a clue, but this informant told me to bring the prince.

I really didn't want to bring Crowe's face, it said. But I didn't think it would do Hershelik any good to get away with useful information.

"So give me the information, informant.

"Hey..."

Her supple fingers contour from her cheek to her jaw. The nails were painted with manicures and reflected sparklingly on the lights inside whether the lamb was in them.

The informer laughs in plenty of time.

"Could it be a hundred pieces of silver coins?

"" …… ha!?

Crowe and Oran align their voices.

(One hundred pieces of silver…… Lottery first and second prizes………)

Hershelik quickly converts Japanese yen in his brain. One piece of copper coin is about ten yen, and one piece of silver coin is ten million yen, which means one billion yen for 100 pieces of silver coin... what an unrealistic number.

"You tricked me?

Crow's voice goes low. It is when he is really angry that his voice gets so low and cold. Before Hershelik stopped Kro, the voices of the spare informants echoed.

"Oh? I thought if I brought the prince in, I'd give you a ride to the bargain? I didn't say a word about giving you information. Information is exchanged equivalently. The information I have is information that will save a country. The only reason you feel pricey is because you don't value that information.

The informer takes a sharp look at Chro with a bad grin.

"No, people's lives are at stake………………"

Anger mixes with Oran's words. But the informant laughed.

"It's none of my business. I'm not from this country, and it doesn't matter how much human life is reduced. Because if this place doesn't work, we'll just move on.

"Nah!

Oran losing his word. And the informant shifted his gaze to Hershelik.

"What do we do now, little lady? I'm not going to drop the value from a hundred pieces of silver. Of course it's a lump sum. Oh, it's no use ordering me. As I said, I'm not from this country, so I have no obligation or obligation to ask.

Hershelik closes his eyes and thinks. but no matter how you squeeze your wisdom, there's no way out there to prepare such a fortune.

"… no matter how you think about it, it is difficult to have money available, so you cannot buy information.

"Prince!"

Oran's voice wooded indoors. Control him with his gaze trying to clog him up, Hershelik continues his words.

"But I think you should pay us.

"Consideration?"

She smiled sparingly until now, breaking her expression for the first time and lurking her brow.

"Informant, Crowe was asked by you to bring me here. And I went out of my way to fight every second of it, too. Isn't it a little cheap for our precious time that the consideration just tells us the price of the information? I don't think it can be called an equivalent exchange.

A grinning hershelik. The informant silenced on the look, put down a few beats and grinned with his stomach.

I beat the table in front of me so often that I was worried it wouldn't break. By the way, meanwhile, the fruits that were fruitful in deflection are trembling together. As long as I am perfectly jealous.

"Fine! Really fine, my lady! I totally forgot how I felt!

An informer who laughs in tears at Oddeye. She held her breath and continued her words.

"Well, your daughter's right, it's not an equivalent exchange like this. Then I'll give you a hint.

Correct your home and close your eyes for information. After a moment of silence, the thinly-eyed informant spins words.

"… the beginning and the end, and all and one. That's the tip.

Hershelik twists his neck in the words as if he were an enthusiast. Even more so to him, the informant went on to say.

"Think for yourself later.

That's about as much as you can do, an informant. This was her consideration.

"I understand, thank you informant.

It was when everyone turned their backs on her to wave to the informant when she left.

"Ah, just stay with your daughter. The men are waiting outside.

Crowe turned a sharp glance at the word again, but Hershelik told him to wait outside. And it was just the two of us indoors.

"Not really, I don't even advise humans.

Yes, she goes on with the foregoing. I felt the left of Oddeye glow, but Hershelik thought it was dark and distracting.

"You are the light, and many people will think your light like hope.

Her words changed and were harsh after hitting just now. Hershelik was upset by the change, but the informant continues without worrying.

"But there are many times when you will be made important choices if you try to continue along that path. If you make the wrong choice, you lose what's important. You're going down the road until you lose something important?

Hershelik closes his eyes to the word once.

(I don't know what is so important that she loses. But I made up my mind.

Open your eyes and look straight at her.

And make it into words. The informant opened his eyes for a moment when he heard the words, but immediately laughed lusciously. That made more sense than earlier.

"It's really funny, young lady.

She looks up to heaven. There's only a ceiling there, but she thinks about it.

"Besides this. The pocket watch your daughter has, try not to lose it. It's the only thing that can help you."

Yes, the informant says, waves to kick Hershelik out. Hershelik thanked him again and left the room behind, and Crowe and Oran greeted him, worried he would go outside.

Second, I remember what the informant said earlier.

(... me, when did you show her the pocket watch?

But that trivial question disappeared from him by the time he reached his next destination.