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

The shop was a little cramped to ask about the situation, so I finally brought the owner into the conference room on the second floor of the vigilante group.

On the back floor of the room, there is plenty of tackle on the shopkeeper.

Ah, my arm!

I could have left you a little more gentle, but the body of an adult man who was stiff after death was as heavy as I thought, and his arms were dying. I took turns with the vigilante and brought them here, but the last staircase I was waiting for was tight.

The wooden crate containing the carbundle and the appearance of Clinston that I saw when I came to this conference room the other day are gone. It must have been long since we left for the Magic Biological Sanctuary.

"Well, we've got a lot to talk about, right?

Brigitta receives an elongated glass bottle from Chante's bag and approaches the shopkeeper rolling with the cork off. The glass bottle contained a clear liquid and something like a herb.

When Brigitta arrives in front of the man, she turns the glass bottle upside down and sprays the entire contents to the shop owner. There was a herbal fragrance of rosemary and peppermint mixed around.

(I see. When I first came to this world. After being decoupled from petrification, the smell of grass got wet from inside the body, but it was sprayed.)

I don't remember what happened before I sprayed it, so I finally found out what the smell was. That must have been the effect of spraying the water with herbs that solve petrification.

Like the previous tacket, the wet shopkeeper woke up with a strange glance. It's not impossible to be confused. When I noticed it, I was in a place I didn't know, and it got wet with grassy water.

"Well, may I have a word with you? Mr. Damien from the antique shop?

Taketo crouches in front of the shopkeeper and says so. When his name was called, Damien blinked his eyes even more. How do you know my name? The vigilante told me about his simple identity.

Damien Andante, 43 years old. A man who had been in the back town of the city for many years, when he was young, he had a good record of various misdemeanours such as catfish and theft.

"Heh... oh, I don't know anything. I didn't even know it was a beast! I'm telling you, believe me! I was just told to put it in the store because there are rare creatures that can be sold at a high price, and I was deceived!

Tacket stares at Damien with a stupid look.

(I often say that. When we stepped into the store earlier, we said, "Here comes the matrix! I told you, you)

He was alert to the arrival of the tackles. That's why I was going to fold the shop and get out of town before the tackles came.

"I wonder what you're saying. Sochi is going to go to jail and face trial for violating the Beast Protection Act. You already know that, don't you, Sochi? This kingdom is the will of the King, and we are particularly committed to protecting the beast."

and a bridger. She sat down slightly on the table in the conference room and mouthed deliciously the tea made by the vigilante. But the tone is as cold as ice.

"Well, I've only been able to confirm it until I put it in the store, so if Sochi's story was true... a long year of detention or a fine of 500,000 lid. However, if there is a remnant, the punishment will swell even further."

According to Brigitta, Damian shrugged his head.

"Ta, tam. I have a rheumatic Baba, sick Kaka, and seven kids. At the bottom, I was just born last month. If I get stuck, my family gets lost in the street. Hey, come on. Please, do something!"

Damien grabbed the hand of the tacket in front of him and told him with tears.

(Ugh, wow...)

Claims of honesty and seriousness that come out of Damien all the time. And despite that, there is no luck and it is a hard story to lick all the bitter acids. They were heard with the face of a bitter bug.

The vigilante told me in advance that he had been running a rubbing business in the back town ever since he left his mother alone in the countryside. By the way, there's no record of you getting married. Of course I don't have any children. Last year, the vigilante pushed the prostitute out of an attempt to take down the money he had borrowed from an end-of-place prostitute.

(How dare you make up so many stories from beginning to end...)

Maybe. He knows a lot about backtowns and deals in this city.

Yes, I was told of Taketo's guilt as a detective. If we can get him to be our informant, it will be much easier for us to investigate the smuggling operation in the future.

"Hey, Brigitta. If you cooperate in the smuggling investigation, will your sentence be commuted for that?

I'm sorry, but Brigitta was quietly drinking tea with her face on, huh? And he opened his eyes to us.

"It's not like there's no such precedent.

When he heard that, Taketo smiled deeply, and Damien sparkled his eyes when he heard that the sentence would be lighter.

"Is that true!? We're here to help!! I... just..."

"Just?"

"I'm an irresistible antique shop, so I don't know such a big deal. Of course I'd talk a lot if I knew... how helpful it would be..."

Damien looks sorry.

Perhaps everyone here, including the vigilante, did not doubt Damien's words. I don't know much about living secretly as an irresistible antique shop.

But the way the tacket felt was different. Damien seemed to impress on his surroundings that he was a useless dwarf so that he could cooperate as little as possible.

He's already started negotiating. Then let's do it with that in mind.

When the tacket stood up troublesome, its hands slowly stretched toward the ceiling.

"Brigitta, do we have to get an understanding from the chief or someone on top of that?

Yes, Taketo said with an annoying voice.

I suppose you thought you were willing to talk, too. Brigitta leans her little neck strangely.

"Yeah, that's right. The Warawa are moving on the orders of the King. These delicate decisions need to be coordinated with the court by Commander Varvara."

"Do I have to ask the commander... it's a hassle. Sir, I'm scared."

Taketo murmured as he rubbed his shoulders with his hands. Damien seemed to have been taken apart, but his eyes were restless. I didn't expect you to come here and suddenly tell me about your cooperation. I'm supposed to be working with someone important. I wonder why the control officer in front of me suddenly lost his motivation.

We still don't know anything about the carbuncle smuggling route. There's no doubt about what kind of trivial information you want. But I don't give a shit about that.

"I don't want to do that kind of trouble... and if it's smuggling information, I don't have to take it from him, but I have other things to do."

And Chante said, "Huh?" and look at me.

Yeah, I know. I know that there are no sources of information other than this damien so far. This is an act, you know. I turned my sorry eyes to Chante with a wish, but I am not sure if it has passed.

"He's already in jail. Let's go next. Next"

That said, the tacket turns its back on Damian and walks out toward the door.

There came Damien's hasty shouting.

"Well, wait! Oh, God, I'll talk to you! That carbuncle came from a courier named Caspar! Caspar is the main carrier around here! No! I'll tell you, don't go!

The weakness that I had just applied disappeared completely. Taketo looks back and turns his heel. Coming back to Damien, he smiled hard.

If that's the case, can I talk to you? Damien... I won't let you talk about the commutation of your sentence upstairs. I'm short. "

"... yes..."

Damien had no choice but to nod with a small body to stab the tacket nail.