Isekai Cheat Magician

"Let's sort things out"

In the midst of going back to the room after dinner to get some clothes done. That's how Taiichi cut it out.

I've been thinking about it ever since. Is it best to wait? Even if you can't derive the best, what should you do to get closer to the better results?

I wanted to do various simulations and reasoning. I know I'm not smart compared to Rin and Mullah. But I couldn't.

Drawing conclusions is not.

The simulation itself.

Anyway, I don't have enough information. As it was, I couldn't even conclude that "my head doesn't give me an answer".

I can't cook without ingredients even if I have a pot.

"Right."

"Well, let's start with what we know."

Taylor and his wife's inn must be designed to keep guests from coming.

That the alleged theft being inflicted on Mr. and Mrs. Taylor could be wrongful.

That the people of the city don't want to get involved with Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

Being able to live in peace without getting involved with Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

"... now you're holding up well."

I checked again and the harshness of the situation emerged on top of too little I knew.

It was sneaky so far without a good setback. That's proof of how much Taylor loves mint. If he had been alone, he would have broken it.

"... right"

"In order to do something for you, I need to chop up the mijic"

Nothing can be done as it is now. A pattern that can be solved by force is if you receive an offense by force and return it. You can attack with force here and win. But that's transient. We'll be fine when we're in Seayak. But after the fathers travel, I don't think Mijic will be able to retaliate. More likely to retaliate.

In that case, there is no way to resort to such a great deal of means as before. Taylor and Mint will get a worse beating.

And most importantly, there is an extremely scarce basis for forceful and damaging Migic. I don't need a big name, but it's important to be persuasive about the action you take. Unless it's enough to make a third party listen and say, "The behavior is right."

"I knew it had to be stiffened enough to be poked by a migic"

Think of it from the attitude of the daytime men. Mijic is black. After that, how do you expose the colours of the paint that are cleverly hidden to the day?

The first blow for it. It's not like I wasn't thinking about where I'd try shooting.

Migic's behavior deviates slightly from what you think you can miss. There's going to be a chance around there.

"It's time to use an informer."

Taiichi and Rin looked at the words of Mullah, who was told without context, "Do or not."

I didn't originally expect much from listening. Still, I couldn't get a clue at all, so I was trying to figure it out.

"So I guess it's okay to say you're done sowing"

Rin's dialogue was more a confirmation than a question.

"Right. This is the first stage. We're going to the next step."

The three of them nodded at each other after checking the instructions with the reveal.

In going to ask the informant, this time the voicemail is Tai Chi. I left it to Rin at first, but it turned out that I could do it with no problems around, so I took turns.

What happens when there is a fire in this neighborhood. "We'll burn right into the neighborhood and we'll have a big fire," Taylor affirmed. Then you become a serious criminal who is not about to be burglarized. The executor may be a subordinate, but it's not hard to imagine Migic also being guilty of heavy sins for giving orders.

Words are bad, but it won't be that much thought out for one woman at the moment. In doing so, the coercive means available are limited. You're going to have to swallow some inconvenience and inefficiency to keep the two of you from leaving much, but that's not going to make it impossible to protect Taylor and Mint no matter who stays out of the three. Change to a rotation system, and Taiichi will keep you away today.

Rin and Mura are walking together in the city. To welcome the royalty, or the people of the city are surrounded by a largely rushed atmosphere. There are those who turn a blind eye to the two, but no one calls out to them. I guess it stands out because of all that listening.

Rin and Mura laugh inside in response to the reactions shown by the citizens. They're showing us what to expect.

"... Lynn, are you arriving?

"Yeah. Behind the diagonal. Unattached and Unapart."

This is naturally within our expectations, too.

The opponent is in charge of Rin. Mullah's sign detection is also pretty good, but it doesn't physically extend to Rin's Sonar magic effective range. Rin just feels unconventional rather than inferior to Mullah.

"Can't leave without it, huh? That's a lot of work."

Rin snorted. Being outside the scope of this sonar magic demands a considerable degree of difficulty to continue to capture the goal accurately, no matter how covert it may be specializing in detection.

The only way to ensure a tail is to fall within the scope of sonar magic, but then Rin will lose his presence this time. Enemy Sorcery for Hidden Crying. That's Rin's sonar magic.

The tracker must have noticed Rin's magic. You won't even understand the contents of that sorcery, but it's commendable just to say that you capture this sonar sorcery, which is quite difficult to perceive.

"You keep me swimming all the time"

Rin turns his face to Mullah and confirms that.

If he didn't need to let him swim, Rin was going to snipe him with long-range sorcery. Rin once let the magic requiring elaborate control go a kilometer away, so is that about before breakfast?

"Yeah. We have to get Mijic to tell us exactly what we're doing."

"Right."

Rin and Mura smile beside each other and talk about it with a gorgeous look. If you don't check the content of the conversation, it just looks like a chat.

For a man, it was the Adventurer's Guild that the two headed as they talked with a look that would provide maintenance. Rin and Mura went in without hesitation to that place, which looked unlike two girls in town daughters without weapon-like weapons.

Again, needless to say, we're both exceptionally beautiful girls. Rin and Mura were very prominent in the adventurer operation of the male society in one way or another, and in its main mountain adventurer guild.

Sit on an empty counter looking used to it. A young woman's guild clerk politely greeted her.

What can I do for you?

A fed guild employee, but a change of expression for a moment. An adventurer's guild, a place where ordinary girls will undoubtedly atrophy if they visit for the first time. I can behave like this here, so I made a prediction that I would be an adventurer just because I wasn't wearing gear. It's a professional job.

"I'd like to withdraw my money."

Mullah takes the guild card out of her nostalgia and places it on the counter. The staff predicted it.

"Yes, I did. How many are you?"

"Right. For now, 30 million."

The air between the three of them froze.

……

……

"... are you okay?

"Ha!?

A guild clerk whose consciousness was tripping back, called out by a suspicious mullah. She escaped reality for a moment to Mullah, who said she would withdraw the amount of money she would earn in advance over a decade.

"And excuse me. Now, to verify your identity, please use your guild card for magic."

"Yes."

White, thin fingers gently touch the guild card placed on the counter. Very supple operation. From the tip of a shaped, beautiful nail, a trace amount of magic pours in, and a letter floats on the guild card. Now her identity proved to be guaranteed by Adventurers Guild around the world.

"... Golden Swordsman, is it..."

That's what guild officials whine about when they check the letters on the guild card.

"You've got a story here as well as Azpaia."

"It's a famous name among adventurers around here."

Mullah and Rin both noticed a slight mix of awe in the voice color of the officials answering that. When guild officials check the guild cards of adventurers they visit for the first time, the next place to focus on the name, Adventurer Rank. Officials honestly showed their respect for one of the letters in "B." Whatever the reason, I can't fabricate this letter. That's common sense in the world. Even nobles and royalty cannot alter this rank.

"We have been able to verify your identity, so we will go through the process. Please wait there for a moment."

It was the lobby that was shown to the Alliance staff. More than half the tables are filled with other adventurers sitting around. It looks like it's ten times bigger than Azpire's guild. Given the size of the town, maybe this is still the narrower one.

Alliance officials pull into the back. Drop that back off and stand up. What kind of requests are being made when the city changes? That's what they cared about.

Crusades for demons and wildlife living outside the city and gathering in the woods about two days' walk northwest of Seayak dominate the bulletin board. As a passive quest, the crusade of obsidian horses. If you bring in evidence of the crusade, it means that you will be remunerated for being deemed to have received a request even in an ex-post declaration.

Other unique requests from the port town were also scattered, such as the carriage of materials in the construction of ships and the organisation of warehouses packed with goods imported in trade.

One of the things that caught Mullah's eye was Copper Kamakiri's crusade request.

Giant kamakiri about a meter tall. The body is made of copper and the sickle cleavage is awesome. Positioned as a B-rank demon, he eats animals as well as humans with an appetizing carnivorous demon.

Copper Kamakili, which prefers warm climates, originally entered the Gargen Empire, with temperate climates somewhat southwards being the main habitats. They showed up near Seayak, located to the north, to see what caused it. The request is stamped with a large red stamp indicating 'Crusaded'. The crusade completion date is now a month ago, recently. Probably still being pasted to alert other adventurers.

Murdering time like that for a while.

"Mr. Mullah."

If I was called by name and looked back, a female employee would have returned to the counter earlier.

"I'll be here. Please check the contents."

What was shown was a small leather bag. There were thirty gold coins inside. Mullah nodded when she saw it, nostalgic for the leather bag.

We also have a lot of money here because of our big guild, but in the case of a small city guild, we may need to apply in advance. Even if suddenly they tell you to give me the money that's wrapped up, it naturally changes the size of the vault according to the size of the guild.

"What can I do for you?"

Ask an official. That's not all, of course. The large sum of money that I have deliberately withdrawn, and its use is naturally determined.

"Tell me where the informant in this city is"

Rin asks female officials as they present their guild cards through magic.

I want more intense information. What you get in the Alliance involves adventurers. There will be no information that Rin and the others are craving right now. Then it is a shortcut to rely on experts who handle such information.

"You're an informer. Yes, I did. Please wait."

A female employee removes a parchment bound file from the shelf behind the chair to be seated. Parallaxed, the paper stopped moving when I reached a page.

"I'll be here"

Shown is the mainland side of the map of Seayak, the corner where the barracks are gathered along the sea. It's commonly known as Slam Street.

Rin notes the address of the informant on a pre-obtained map of Seayak. Plus the euphemism that proves it's an introduction from the Adventurers Guild.

"Thank you"

Rin, who finished the note as a whole, returned the file to the official.

"That's it. Thanks."

Mullah and Rin took their seats and left the guild. It was the numerous adventurers staring at its back, but no one tried to follow it.

Only those who have earned their trust from the Alliance can be introduced to the Information Store by the Adventurer Alliance.

That criterion is simple, Adventurer Rank B or higher. The adventurers, who were listening to their interactions with female officials, found out that the two were outrageous adventurers.

The reason is also extremely simple. It takes at least enough strength to be B-ranked to be as adventurous as an informant needs to be. Furthermore, the consideration to be paid to the information clerk also requires a considerable sum. Amount of difficulty in twisting about C-rank. I have to be able to get you to decide that there is an unshakeable degree of financial base in the position where I paid for it. That criterion is B-rank Adventurer.

Rin and Mura are impeccable as a financial basis. The two thousand reward coins for the earlier civil war were divided equally between the three of Tai Chi, Rin and Mura by six hundred pieces, and the two hundred pieces that were inseparable were given to Remea. The truth is, I was going to split 500 pieces at a time, but Lemia, who already has enough money, told me to "spend whatever you guys want". 600 million in monetary conversion. It is a reckoning that the ballads chased alone to the forehead which they desperately earned as adventurers by the three.

The two of them, with over 120 million assets, had come to Slam Street, about an hour's walk from the Adventurer's Guild.

Slam streets filled with vagabonds are never a place with good air. There are several cases a year in which a woman who has been unluckily lost, or brought in blindfolded by a rogue, is mauled because she wanted to be stripped of her figure. It is also a social problem for Seayak. But the two of them don't go through the many glances that they are allowed to bathe.

The gaze of a man pointed at the hem and chest of a skirt has been innumerable for both of us. It's something I'm used to when I say it in person. The women close to me say that in a different tone, and it has been confirmed by the practical example of Taiichi, an adolescent boy. It is embarrassing to be seen by him, but it is now up to him to lay aside that he also has the complex sentiment that seeing other women moans with it.

A total of 200 goblins are more powerful enemies than the sloppy ones in the eye.

Of course, from those who know nothing, Rin and Mura would have looked like ducks had come bearing leeks.

There were indeed unsuccessful men who tried to beat him from behind and take his consciousness away and bring him into the back street to enjoy himself fully. Rin and Mura, expressing their magic, looked back at the same time, sneaking from behind with their legs pulled out by five people in their hands and close to the remaining five meters.

Distance five meters. With an angle in your hand, can you stand in front of a human with an automatic small gun in your hand? This is what happens when you describe the power relationship by criteria on Earth.

Mullah has several fireballs waiting in the air.

Rin lets about ten ice arrows float around himself.

The duck bearing the onion was actually a hawk with blade wings. He succeeded in silencing the rogues at a glance without the need for words.

In order to draw a line with ordinary people even if they can use witchcraft, the two exercise offensive witchcraft. That was the only difference in power. A rogue is a being who exploits from the weaker than himself. I don't take the inferior measure of getting my hands on those who are stronger than me.

As always, the gaze directed mixes fear with inferiority. If only that gaze had gone out of consciousness, no one would have blocked the two goings.

Another 20 minutes of walking. The two of them reached their destination. The exterior is no different from the barracks that forest around. From a cabin built from land to sea, legs made of trees stretch toward the surface of the sea. Digging huts at sea. That's what it looks like in a nutshell.

The rationale for deciding that was simple, because only one of them, a man of good stature, stood to spill through the planks connecting the cabin to land. You look no different than a stray or sloppy. But the air that seeps out of him is not that of a drifter, a rogue.

"... you're an adventurer who was introduced here by the Alliance, aren't you?

The man told that in a low voice, without discouragement. The baritone voice released had an unspeakable pressure.

"... we are“ informants ”. There's no one better than us in information."

How did you find out, Rin and Mura, who are controlled and face each other before putting it on their faces?

This is tough, the two felt tightened their minds.

"... say the euphemism"

"The light that illuminates the world is with shadows."

Rin mouths a euphemism made of 575 for some reason. Is it also haiku here, or a custom similar to the river willow?

"... he does look like an adventurer who was introduced to the guild.... Follow me"

The man who hears Rin's eulogy, turns his back and walks out to the cabin. After that, he walks over the mistletoe and the slab to the cabin. Bend open, tall doors and dive.

It was a very killing landscape inside. Rooms about six tatami. One table on the carpet laid directly on the floor. That's all that's in the cabin. It is such a room, to impress the contrary with the killing landscape.

And.

"You've come well. Daughters of Adventurers."

I don't know how the slums impress the room.

An old woman, releasing enough pressure to blow everything away, sat on a big cushion placed opposite the front door.

"My legs are on this street. Will you excuse me?"

She's right. She's got her right leg, but not down from her left leg knee. The right eye also has a black eye band. The power of the eye is too strong when it comes to full-blown creativity...

This presence even though the body itself is quite small. If I could have gone back half a century, I would have seen an active girlfriend.

"... well. Don't you look at me and insult me? Just a daughter. Then it doesn't look like it."

"What do you say? Without even trying to hide it."

"Ho ho."

The old woman moved up and down with her crouched palm facing down. Sit down, I decide that means sit down.

"You guys are sharp inside. A lot of B-rank adventurers haven't even noticed this lately."

"You really have nibutin you don't realize with that?

Mullah is the one with the frightened face. Haven't the old lady in front of you been so blatantly pressuring you to even this?

"Even if I am. That's a loser B-rank. If you have more than a certain strength, you should be aware."

……

To the words of the old woman, we both had no words for a moment.

Pressure that cannot be sensed unless a certain level is exceeded. The old woman in front of her was such a clever imitation. Words were taken away by the dexterity the old woman showed, as if she didn't care that it was being tried.

An old woman narrows her eyes as she watches the two of them. Slightly raised lips included changes in the old woman's mood.

"Huh. Huh. It's not about refinement, young man. There's no reason I can't do this to you guys."

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"Do. What are you here to find out today?

Completely in the lead. Complete defeat in experience. And the bottom of this old woman is like she can't read either.

"Come on, ask. Pay me and I'll tell you everything."

Informant.

A place where you can get as much information as that informant can know if you pay for it.

Rin and Mura regained their minds and then got in the position to listen.

From here on out, it is unacceptable to miss a word, a word, of this old woman.

Mullah exhaled small and looked at the old woman.

"What I'd like to hear is information on Seayak's merchant, Mijic, and behind Mijic."