Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

18/11/7449

Upon finishing his administrative duties and returning to the mansion to get dressed, Zulu just came to report.

Get a report while dressing.

"… that's all I got last night"

"Right. Thank you very much."

As I replied, I thought emotionally, "Did Zulu finally make me throw up, too?"

About a month after that.

The captives had cut out their mouths a little bit.

I just moved to a new mansion last weekend, too, but I ended up going to Court Jill Castle like every night after the move to heal my wounds and heal them.

Naturally, I've healed the wounds of torture three or four times. By the end of last month, they seem to have noticed this aim, and they've been cursing me with indignation.

but every time I was forced to hang a healing magic to heal my wounds, I was feeling the power of my will loose from their expression.

Initially, torture was not frequent either, so I guess it took about half a month before I noticed a set of torture and healing that hurt my flesh.

Huh? Yeah. You're right.

The magic of Charm People had stopped hanging since the two of them noticed a set of torture and healing.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because Bakeira finally said something about her relationship with the king in last night's torture.

Indeed, it was also Bakeira who first cracked his mouth about the grinder theft.

The aim would be Bakeira.

By the way, do you know which one of us is better than the modern man or Edo or the warring man?

Of course, when you compare people with high motor skills to the top of the class, right?

The answer is obvious but modern.

Although we may also be able to criticize those in Edo and the Warring States for being physically superior because they exercise more in farming and so on when we take the average, it won't be much different compared to those who farm without using machines in the same way.

To give an example, the public service leg was able to operate between Edo and Kyoto in approximately 460 hours. Of course I don't carry it alone. The person carrying it every time it was called a relay station took turns.

The average speed is about six or six kilometers an hour.

Naturally, the streets aren't paved, and if it rained, it would have been soaked.

It would be faster, however, if modern marathon runners could carry the exact same course while replacing it with just as many. They eat a nutritious diet from time to time and are considered excellent in endurance by acquiring scientific evidence-based training. It would be possible to run at an average speed of about 10 km/h even if the speed had been halved due to poor road conditions.

To give a slightly more plausible example, the winner of the first Athens Olympic marathon in A.D. 1866 won by a record of about three hours. At that time, the distance traveled was 40 kilometers. The distance travelled from the Fourth Olympic Games in London, which took place twelve years later, was the same as it is now, but the winning record should have taken nearly three hours. But a hundred years later, I think they were cutting two hours and ten minutes at Beijing 2008.

It may be said that the road conditions are almost identical for both the first Olympic Games in Athens and Beijing.

There will be some differences in shoe performance, but doesn't it make a ten minute difference if you turn the shoe into a grass shoe?

It would be a barometer that represents how good a modern man's training methods are, even if he takes one of the most basic exercises, "running".

The same can be said of other sports.

Swimming, running range jumping, short walks, not to mention even fighting.

I think even Jigoro Kana will lose to the gold medalist of modern judo.

Training methods and techniques are being studied and polished, so I guess so.

Is the exception like martial arts using tools?

For example, if the winner of Kendo is told that he can beat Nobunaga Uehizumi, Takeshi Tsukahara, or Musashi Miyamoto, I have to say that, um, the Kendo rules would have a good chance of winning, but if the rules ignore each other, it wouldn't be possible.

Save it now because there are many reasons but it will be longer.

What I'm trying to say is that although the physical potential a person has would be modern but old (except primitive people who are supposedly of different races in the first place. Yeah, there are some species that are physically superior to subhumans) It doesn't make a big difference, that is.

I just want to say that the modern day is better than the old days how to enhance that.

Likewise, spiritual perseverance will not change much.

Saying you're trained as an intermediate doesn't help me with such an old stink.

"Ahhh"

When I was hung up on the witchcraft of idiocy (feeblemind), the radiance of reason disappeared from Dargan's eyes and he began to shake his body into small pieces while in captivity.

His mouth is sloppily half-opened, and from its edge he is drooling of covetousness and leaking sheer sounds that have not even become language.

"Dargan! Hey! Dargan! What did you do!?

When she saw how her partner had suddenly changed, Bakeira raised her voice in a panic.

"Hey. I've heard everything I can from this guy, and I've already used it. Yeah, that's why I can't kill you or anything. I want you to forget about us, about the assignment you were on, about your family."

Like Dargan, who has turned into an idiot, he says, looking down at Bakeira, who was rolling on the basement floor while in captivity.

For this reason, I haven't let you see me since I captured you.

We really put each other in the same room a few minutes ago.

"Well, it's just a little review"

I crouch in front of Bakeira, who sees how her partner has changed like a literal abalone.

"Did I say trumpet? What's your organization's name?"

Ask but Bakeira keeps her mouth shut.

"It's your job to explore things everywhere as Your Majesty commands, isn't it? So, besides your heads, it's run by three other heads, a total of four heads. Right?

Bakeira disguises herself as faceless and shows no reaction whatsoever.

I'm sure he's cracked his mouth a few times, but this guy's like a trained crook, too.

"Don't put too much effort into it."

That said, when I turned my hand toward my lower body, my expression moved for the first time.

I just bit my teeth.

It's like a reflex, just trying to resist the pain a little bit.

A stone arrow stood on the right thigh of Bakeira lying on the floor making a dossy noise.

We talked about the key thing last night, so I'm not even talking about it now...

"Gu......!

Almost at the same time, a painful voice leaks out of Bakeira's mouth.

Soon after I stabbed him, the stone arrow disappeared without sound.

Use Stone Arrow more continuously.

"Shit, dude..."

This is like saying hello.

I need you to get a report from Zulu that you won't turn up the sound in this level of distress.

"That's a big deal. The boulder only serves His Majesty directly..."

If you haven't been trained to tolerate torture, such as pain, no matter how strong your will is, the majority of people first say what if you hurt him this much.

"But how about this?

Of all the corners of the room that stood up, I had the right thing in my hand.

Keep pushing the edge of the corner material against the groin of the bakeira and start pulling out a little bit of hand force.

"Answer me, or the important thing will crumble slowly, okay?

Hmm. How did Ghine feel about crushing the balls of third-rate adventurers at Balduk's Affordable Tavern?

Were you in the worst mood like me right now?

... maybe not.

That was about six months after Tris and Guine rendezvous.

By then we were starting to sell our names pretty good and hang at the bottom of the top team.

With that, there was a gradual decrease in the number of fights in the streets.

In such folds Guine was in a cheap tavern with Larfa.

Drinking there, he said, was attributed to a third-rate adventurer (Gorotsuki) who came from somewhere.

At first, they kept Ralpha and I silent even when they even put us up to our hands to make fun of us, but Ralpha kept giving us a little bit of a tear and asking us to "no, please stop," so we finally hear that Guine did it out of a butch and mad, so it would be the same worst but not in my mood right now.

Oh, because Ralpha's attitude was an act, and he wanted Guine to testify that he put up with it to the point of criticism, and he even wept. - He was unfortunately zeroing in on Bell, even though he would have been outraged if it had been a little later for Guine to clear up.

"Ahhh! No, please don't! Say it. Say it! You're right. Four heads!

I just pressed the corner material on the balls yet and haven't hung any weight on it.

I also heard last night that Zulu was slowly trying to crush one ball when he vomited that an organization called Truppa was an institution directly under the King.

He said he couldn't stand the pain before actually crushing it.

"Okay. So? What's your head's name?

It's Howman Arquiz.

According to an earlier Zulu report, this Howman Arquiz is a four-three-year-old cat tribe (Cat People).

I have heard that four other people are heads: a man named Domitos Deline, this is another 40s Cat (Cat People) man, and a grandfather's Elite (Elf), known as Rough Rogue, a man of the Spectacular Lion (Lios) whose real name he doesn't know just because he's called Gillard, and ostensibly a royal butler.

It should be noted that I have just received a report of this information, so I know it too.

In spite of this, I don't give you the unique noun from here, just to be careful that you are not deluded by saying the proper thing during the first confession.

It is one of the initial techniques of interrogation that allows time to speak more than once to confirm whether it is an out-of-the-spot lie.

For the first time when the exact same answer is returned “many times" when normal and when the mind is depressed, you can think of it as highly accurate and worthwhile information.

Therefore, in this case, the name of the organization itself has little value (of course, it would have an effective use in another setting), so I don't care about this one.

I don't care, I'm just a little interested in whether a trumpet is a mess, a turbulent wave, or another penetration or vegetarian breakage.

Well, anyway, these priceless unique nouns weave it into conversation and use it as a cover to hide the intent of confirmation.

In this way, it puts a slight load on the spirit by asking and irritating many questions about the same content. The meaning of simply checking the accuracy of the information you hear about this is greater, but the mental anguish they suffer does not make them stupid inside either. In this case, it is more effective if you give (asshole) mental shaking (dargan) in some way or do (crush) physical damage (quintama).

People are asked the same thing over and over again, and if you answer the same thing, you first feel that you are being ridiculed and not listened to properly.

And next, obstinacy is the normal reaction.

There is a personal difference in this, the time to perseverance, but sooner or later anyone will always persevere if you continue.

No matter what you notice about this intent (to confirm the information you have heard, intentionally trying to overload your mind, etc.), if you repeat it over a long period of time with some form of physical damage, you will always persevere one day no matter how strong the will bearer is.

Once you let him persuade you, it's one of these, after which you just have to do no physical damage and move the topic forward a little bit.

Most of the time "the violence stopped because my claims were admitted. I no longer have to tell the same story over and over again as before in that evidence". The point is, he's only losing his normal judgment at this point, but he wants to think so.

It takes some time to reach this stage if you are a trained opponent, but it is nevertheless possible to make this kind of mental state due to the problem of time.

And then move the topic forward just a little bit, and then repeat the same question over and over again in the sense of confirmation, causing it to irritate and obstinate.

Do this over and over again.

Around here, he was about to pass on to the executive ranger course during the militia era, so he previewed (let me) it, didn't he?

Anyway, the third assumption of the Ranger training process... Is that the fourth assumption? also have training to gain resistance to interrogation and torture. At the direction of the commander of the regiment at the time, the executive ranger (gold) (general ranger badges such as airborne and winter are already in silver. When wearing combat clothes, they put on patchy badges with fabric markings), and the seniors, who had been assigned to the unit for three months, called "Preview", were coaching me for the next year.

At the time, I was like, "Is it fun to abuse me? I thought" shit, "but when I actually went around to those who do it, it didn't have a lot of fun. Rather even unpleasant. After class hours, I took some really valuable time to do a preview. At the time, there was no word for rust residue, but I felt like losing my mind again about you coaching me with so much disgust.

And when we went on to talk about it a few times.

"How did His Majesty come to think that there were other reincarnators of mine?

Bakeira keeps her mouth shut on my question.

That really stinks when it's a snug, strong will.

Say it.

"I don't know..."

Sounds like it's not a lie......

"... well. You want me to be an asshole like him, too?

This is the first line I've tried to say today.

Apparently, you've only been trained to tolerate pain (which isn't even satisfactory if you ask me), and it's about time.

"If you can do something, do it. If that happens, we won't be able to talk anymore."

Yeah. I thought you'd react like that.

"Get that one out."

Order Zulu to prepare containers like sucking and drinking.

This is made of clear glass by the magic of metal glazing (glass steel) so that I can see inside myself.

The inner view is just a sweet juice mixed with sugar in Minkan (Orange) water.

"This is magic medicine. It's a cure for this condition."

I heard what I said. I saw a change in the look on Bakeira's face.

I guess I have some thoughts about colleagues who have become assholes in boulders.

"If I'm not gonna tell you, now I'm gonna make you an asshole? You should hear it from this guy. If you tell this guy what you've been talking about, what do you think about this guy who's healed?

Vaqueira's face is distorted.

"No problem. Let's try to cure this guy."

When I put my hand on Dargan's head as I said it would, I tilted it slowly, including the tip of the drink in my mouth as it remained open.

Dargan must have felt a sweet, sour, refreshing flavor of liquid pouring in.

I drank a lot of juice in an instant.

I de-activated (feeble mind) when the juice was almost gone.

"Ugh... oh, sweet... what? Oh, I...? Fuck, fuck! What did you do to me!?

Dargan, who returned to his sanity, rumbles out in evil spit, but was held down by Zulu and he was bitten by a monkey monkey. He was kicked many times over, and when he was beaten with a stick even more, some bones seemed broken and quickly quieted.

Bakeira saw how it was and said, "Stop it! Stop it, please! You're seriously injured!," he yells.

"Tell me if you want me to stop. How did His Majesty come to think that there were other reincarnators of mine?

It's also a fine torture to hurt someone close to you, such as a colleague, and let them see how it goes.

They actually do it most effectively against their families......

If you're not fully trained in resistance to torture, physically painful, and wear your spirit, you fall 100 percent this way. Apparently.

I once said to Mizuchi that I had no choice but to give in to torture and talk about my inherent skills, but I just thought that if they did, they would talk about the Dark Elves.

You'll talk to me, too.

"And I don't. I really don't know that!

I'm not throwing up.

I know what you don't know because I've just heard it, but I'll repeat it over and over again.

Until I remember something else.

"Zulu"

Zulu immediately shook the stick down Dargan's leg just as I spoke.

A breath of unspoken pain leaks out of Dargan.

"Dargan, just because Bakeira can't remember, you're pathetic, too. Which will heal your wounds."

Oh, bad chest shit.

I recognize that I am doing this kind of thing, and I get angry and upset from the bottom of my heart.

It would be more merciful to kill him at first thought.

"My lord, you're saying that it was also His Majesty's instructions that made you steal the example ground beef machine, so, to my mind, what does it have to do with it?

If you say so.

But that's what you made me steal?

Even if you know there is a reincarnator, if you believe in what I call "coming from a world that has progressed"... it's too far away and inefficient, but isn't it possible?

But like a grinder... it's not a big structure, and if you can even understand how it works, even an oath can make something similar...

Hmm, didn't you want to know the structure itself?

Because the ground beef grinder was invented when the planet entered modern times, right?

Until then, the ground beef was just a knife tapping the chopped end of the chopped meat and finely chopping it.

"Hey, Bakeira. What did His Majesty make you steal a grinder for? Have you heard anything?

"Ground meat machine (mince maker)?"

"I'm talking about the Balducky machine."

"I don't even know why. Just“ steal the Balducky Maker. Don't let them notice who stole it. Don't kill one slave so you don't buy extra grudges ”I was just ordered!

It doesn't seem to be a lie.

I don't need to explain to the bottom why.

But you're gonna get caught.

This is how we proceeded with the interrogation, and quite a few things have come to light.

They will eventually have a chance to talk.