I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to

The sentinel man made a big misstep "yawn" by the campfire "Kuribi".

Getting around late at night is boring. It's too much trouble to have to wake up alone, even though nobody's coming.

Indoors, there was a booze to celebrate the success of the work. The man was in that liquor ring just now and wanted to fall asleep comfortably on the floor, but he was beaten up saying it was sentry time.

(Ah, it's so cool... I don't think I should bring you alcohol.)

He was a gentle man who thought such a thing, but I felt like I heard a little sound of padding on the wipe, so I looked at you.

When I saw it earlier, there was nothing, and I saw two thin feet and small black shoes illuminated by a campfire.

"Hih...."

I hadn't noticed until now. Men struggle with the presence of strangers that suddenly appear in sight. But the surprise resolved quickly.

When I looked closely, I realized that it belonged to a small child. Has a child from a nearby village gotten lost?

It was late at night, and I could not think of a drunken man's head dressed strangely for a village boy.

"Whoa, what's going on? Lady. This is no place for a girl, is it?

The kid was inspired by a purple, glittering dress and slowly approached us step by step. With this, the face that had been hidden in the dark until now emerged under the light of the campfire.

"Oh, uncle. Good evening, but even if it weren't for your uncle, Warawa would be here for you."

"Hih, hih..."

The child's left eye, which laughs when it is in the dark, is a distorted eye with red eyes in the black. The moment I see that eye, the man's physical freedom becomes ineffective. I couldn't even breathe, and I lost consciousness.

Brigitta, facing the sentinel man, looks back at the bait and signals. Looks like we've petrified the sentry. When Taketo turned his hand to Brigitta, he ran quietly out of the hidden grass and attached his back to the abandoned house wall.

And as I walked to the back of the trick, I put my hand on the door handle and pulled slowly. The door opens outside without any resistance. Looks like it's unlocked.

I opened the door a little and peeked inside. It looked like a hallway, but since there was no light and it was dark, I was not sure what was going on inside. Speaking of light sources, it is about the moonlight, but unfortunately there are no windows in the hallway, and the room is dark.

Taketo takes a slow deep breath when he holds his Spirit Gun down. After calming his mind, he never slipped his mind inside the door. I close the door as soon as I get in. Even the moonlight, which had slightly leaked through the door gap, could not be seen, and the surroundings were closed to darkness.

The tacket held the footsteps, holding the gun in his right hand, and stepping forward with his left hand touching the hallway wall. I have been a detective for many years, but it is very difficult to get into the opponent's position by myself. I'm sure people like SAT have this kind of experience, but after all, Taketo is a detective. To be clear, I was like a beginner to this.

But even though girls like Chante and Brigitta are working hard, I can't cry that I can't do it because I haven't done it myself.

Was my heart beating so loud? As excited as I thought, the tacket went deep into the hallway. When I went there for a while, I didn't realize there was a door, and my leg hit me. In addition to my thoughts, I heard a loud noise.

(Yikes...!!!

My heart contracted. From the other side of the door, you can hear a rattling sound, followed by a footsteps.

(Well, what do we do!? Someone's coming! There's nowhere to run!!! Ahhhhh, that's my idiot!!!

The chatter and door opened inside. The light in the other room stretches out into the dark hallway. A big head of the skinhead peered through the door.

The tacket aggressively hides inside the door. The head of the skinhead immediately appeared.

"What's the matter?

There was another man's voice in the room. Apparently, they're having a good time over there, and I can hear several bustling voices.

"No, I thought I heard something. It's your fault."

The skinhead did not seem to have noticed the tacket hiding behind the door, and he scratched his head and returned to the room to close the door. Along with the sound of a pattern, the light in the room that was stretching out into the hallway disappeared.

After a few seconds, the tacket exhaled "haaaahhhh". It is bad for my heart. I'm really sorry. I want to go home now. Where's Ouch? Oh, Chante-chan's barn. Above Ulu's belly is much better than here. I want to be buried in that Mohmov.

To distract the tension, the tacket quietly leaves the door. Looks like the poachers are gathering up ahead. Later, Chante and the others will break in and hunt them down.

All Taketo has to do now is make sure there's a chick here. It has not yet been determined whether they were poachers who took the chicks. I can't hold Gorotsuki in captivity.

Where are the chicks? Let's start with finding out where no one is.

Upon touching the wall with my hand, I noticed a staircase climbing up the edge of the hallway. The tacket climbs the stairs one step at a time, careful not to make any noise.

The second floor also seems to have a similar structure to the first floor. I tried to open the nearby door, but it was empty and the spider's nest had been hidden for a long time. Speaking of which, I recall what Karon said about this place being abandoned for a long time. When I took a few pieces of cloth that had been left cluttered in the container, I threw them into my pocket and immediately came out of the room.

The tacket approached the double-open door at the bottom of the hallway. On the ground floor, there was a hall in the back, and the poachers seemed to be drinking. That means I would expect that there will be a similarly large room on the second floor.

If there were a chick, it would be more likely.

Taketo held the Spirit Gun down, turned his back on one of the open doors, and gently opened the other. Slight lights come into the hallway from the gap. It's not as bright as the first floor. A gentle peek at his face from the small, open door revealed what was inside.

The first thing that jumped into my eyes was a lying bed. There was a man sitting beside him, holding his dagger in his hand and leaving it in his hands. You'll be watching. I looked at it for a while, but I didn't see any other signs.

First of all, we need to take care of that guard. And the tacket nodded slightly after a thought. It's a little hard, but we have to do it.

After all, I have taken martial arts classes since I became a police officer, but the level I can use in practice is still not far from there, and I don't have the strength to defeat my enemies with it.

But if you ever catch someone who can get drunk and drugged and go crazy, it happened many times during the shift.

Reminds me of an arrest lesson I was taught at the police academy. A police officer is a technique that suppresses the opponent who is taught as a compulsory subject. In fact, it seems to be a technique that uses martial arts around judo and karate, but I don't know the details. Nevertheless, we might be able to take it down if we can't.

When Taketo put his hand on the door again, he deliberately and vigorously closed it. The door sounds good. As I was lurking by the door, the door opened again from the room a little later.

"What? The wind?"

As the man put out his face in the hallway, the tacket reached out from the shadow of the door and covered his face with a cloth picked up in the room earlier.

"....."

The man is surprised and immediately tries to shake off the cloth with his hand. In that gap, the tacket grabbed the man's collar and pulled him down toward himself. And he twisted the hand of the fallen man, and turned it around his back, and weighed him with his arms on his back. Although the man fell to the floor, he still tried to repel the taxi on top, but his arm twisted and he couldn't do it well.

The tacket quickly pulled another cloth out of his pocket and bit him in the mouth, holding the man's body in place. Tie it behind his head. The man moved his mouth but couldn't make a sound. Now you don't have to worry about calling your friends.

In addition, this time tie your hands behind your back with a rag to prevent them from moving. He restrained his legs in the same way and threw a man like a potato bug into the small room in front of him.

And when he picked up the dagger that the man had dropped, he leaned on his back with his feet, and put the dagger on his neck, and advised him with a suppressed voice.

"Don't move. Don't talk. Don't run away from here. If you don't obey me, I'll cut your throat right away. That's good."

It's just a threat. I'm not seriously thinking about that. However, the threat seemed to have worked well for the man, who looked up at us with pleading eyes and nodded loudly many times.

Leaving the man in the small room, the tacket returns to the big room in the back.

When she closed the door with a pattern of hands behind her, she looked indoors. After all, there are no other people. I'm relieved about that. The room was slightly bright with lantern lights placed on the floor.

The description of the room as being rough seemed to be perfect. Rough bags of grain were scattered around, and six barrels for transporting wine were placed by the wall.

Plus, two beds and one tennis. It was laid down and placed to create a square space against the wall. It's like a fence or a barricade. Above the fence was something like a crude goza.

As the tacket approached the fence, it gently picked up the goza hanging on it and turned it over.

Inside, there were six fluffy, pale, yellow, round pieces. No, because the tackets took the cover, when they opened their eyes, twelve eyeballs looked at us all at once.

Six round, yellow fluffy pieces that are big enough to struggle to hold a tacket. As soon as they saw the bait, they patted the tiny wings on both sides to the extent they were sorry.

"" "" Pi "" ""

It rang at the same time.

Found it. Definitely. Phoenix chicks.