Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
017 Turius Ovenil and Secret Keys
It's not an easy job.
The Toads came prepared and prepared as best they could.
But such a backdrop had exceeded expectations for boulders.
"Stupid...... yeah......"
Toad accidentally leaked a groan.
This is the result of careful and discreet research and limited time spent.
Who is to blame for the agitation?
"Is this okay for this to happen?
Heavy warriors also shook their voices.
It's a serious act that's a top secret quest.
But no one will try to stop it. I can't stop it.
"It's just an unexpected thing, this is..."
The Wizard holds his head. I can't believe the sight in front of me, but for that reason.
That was too much beyond his common sense, though.
And the head of the group. Nofu, whose main task is exploration, shrugged.
"This mansion..."
Toad knows the words that follow.
Naturally, the same would apply to heavy warriors and magicians. But it won't block it.
Because it doesn't make sense. Because it has also taken away its energy.
Novo binds words.
"- Security is too monkey......!
That's what I said, he held his head.
... Yes, there was no security in the building, but it was as loose as ever.
Sentinels stood in the compartment where guests stayed on the boulders and in the bedroom of the Viscount, my husband.
But it's like the same thing as just standing there. Besides the fact that he was just wearing a butler costume on a slave, it was just like he wasn't going to help. If it makes noise elsewhere, it will be easy to leave the holding and head there, allowing the toads to pass.
To be clear, as a security, it was at a low level by the worst.
"Not only does the mansion have to be adjusted, but the guards don't have this kind of money, so..."
"It really makes me wonder if my client has any big secrets and things to do."
and Magic Instructor.
Important documents and vaults involving administration in boulders were strict, but it was also troublesome there about the keys. I gave up this time, but only to the extent that I could break it whenever I had time. I also saw a lab-like little room for alchemy, but the magic conductor said, "It would be a herbal preparation room. Too much equipment to make a big deal of stuff," he said.
So far, security breakthroughs have been good, but none of the targeted Viscount's weaknesses and his search for evidence have borne fruit. That makes no sense.
"But there's a compartment you haven't checked yet?
"... east end of the main building ground floor. At the western end there was a staircase to the dungeon."
"So it's a staircase to the basement, too, huh?
By the way, there was nothing in the cell. Only a stuffing of mushrooms in a prison where no one is connected. The basement tried to investigate the request with particular care, so I checked to see if it was any kind of hidden passage, but at least the toads couldn't find anything.
"It was the wine cellar behind the hall, wasn't it?
"Oh, there was nothing there either. I mean, you didn't even put that much wine there."
"It feels like you've been crude to the party."
So if there's anything, it's the east end of the first floor that hasn't been investigated.
"... wait"
The toad lowered his voice to his companions. It is an adventurer party of war on boulders. Immediately perceive the leader's intentions and stop the voice and movement perfectly.
After confirming it, the toad gazes into the darkness behind the hallway.
... is there.
It was at the eastern end of the aisle, the destination.
A long-sleeved man nestled in the shadow of a corner without a sign. It's so hidden that even the wildfire leading the way couldn't detect it, it's quietly there. What the toad could have guessed was because of the sixth sense of working out through many dead lines? Anyway, they were able to realize its existence prior to the encounter.
(What if... that's the [two-handed sword dooe] guy!?
I can't help but feel something flashing. From those two names, the master of an adventurer named Dooe can be known as a sword. But how about this top-notch wild spot? If you approached him unnoticed, he would have been slapped with a two-handed sword from which he derived. Still amazing. We have two names who have reached the next level of "The Green Regiment" -!
(Leader, what do you do......!?
Heavy warriors ask for progress and retreat with only their eyes. Given the power of the war, it would be a good idea to hit the run. If there are four of us, we may be able to defeat one ranked opponent, but if we finish quickly, we will make a scene. In that case, as a thief who was distracted by guests, he would be chased out of the entire house.
Or would you honestly let me get away with it? It's not strange that this one noticed over there, even if he noticed it over there. No, if we were putting up this passage that we're coming at as security, we should think we're aware of it. As soon as I turn my back, I may fly up like a wolf who finds his prey.
And. What happens when you run? What aspects can you lower to report to your client, Count Linus Ovenil, that you were unable to conduct an adequate investigation for fear of security, etc. in order to escape? The path taken up as the shady work of the Count is interrupted.
Greed and retention change their standing on the balance of their spirits.
Toad concludes that, before that,
"Hih!?
The wildfires raise their voices to the brink.
The shadow of the [two-handed sword Dooey] seems to have moved.
After all, in front of the toads, who seemed to have missed, the man...
"... guuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
- I slept and fell to the floor.
"…………………………………?
It took me almost a minute to figure out what happened.
No way. I don't think so, but were you already asleep when the toad noticed?
Did you make the mistake of hiding because you were asleep and you weren't willing to kill or be vigilant?
Is that what this is about?
"" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "
The "Green Regiment" accidentally exhaled a loud sigh.
What a relief to be surprised. Did you not even spot this, the self-eruption? Different frustrations about what security does. It was a mixed sigh with that stuff in it.
In response to that,
"Supi ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~..."
The man also takes a grand nap.
"... Leader, what do you want to do?
"Ha... let me smell the powder of sleep so I can wake up on the way."
"Yes."
An instructed wildfire approaches him with a fearful sneak, poking a powdered medicine packet at the tip of the man's nose. Then the powder was taken up from the man's nose, and he was invited to a deeper sleep.
A magician scoffs at it.
"That's ironic. I didn't know the Alchemist's house security would serve sleeping pills for alchemy products."
"Not at all.... Hey, look. Put a big two-handed sword on the wall."
"That means he really [two-handed sword]......?
"This is... Class B? Seriously?"
"Cancer, Ngu.... but I can't drink anymore, your husband... munya."
Unaware of the 'Green Regiment' looking down with a contemptuous look, [the two-handed sword doohe] was leaking a happy sleeping tongue. Deepened by it, the toad urges his people.
"We'll explore this ahead of us before then. There's still a staircase down there."
"Does purposefully putting a Class B adventurer on guard mean something, after all?
"That B-grade guard didn't even help with shit, though."
"Shit, stop chatting. I use a lot of time. We'll clean it up before the sky turns white."
Say, go down the stairs as you put the wildfire ahead of you.
Weak lights lit up ahead as the Magic Guide let magic pass through the costumes imitating Cantera.
There are no signs of people in the basement. It is deserted, as is the dungeon that was at the western end.
But...
"! This guy..."
Only cold air strikes a line that was alarmed by the loosening of security. I tasted the thought of my spine growing all hairy and goosebumps appearing on my arms.
...... cold.
On inland nights, albeit in the spring, there is some chilling, but this is an anomaly. There is an unspeakable source of cold in this whole underground area.
What was ahead of me down was a short, wide aisle and a large, sturdy, seemingly double-open iron door behind it. If you open it, five or six people are wide enough to pass side by side. Naturally, the door is locked. It is also provided in the door itself in one, with a chain-fastened padlock (padlock) in two triples.
There must be some big secret hidden. It was tough enough to be so sure.
"What is this cold?
"Ki, if it's not your fault, isn't the cold air coming through the door?
"That's not all... there's a magical reaction. That's pretty big too."
The magician said so without even hiding the colour of the tension.
- Magic reaction.
- That's massive, too.
- And this unusual sign.
Toad drinks gokuri and solitary spit. A touchdown Viscount called Alchemist. If he's hiding something dark behind him, it's the only thing that's possible. Other than that, I couldn't find a rat. So this is the winner?
"Okay...... I'm just gonna open it. And I'm gonna expose everything in the back to daylight!
"Oh!"
Lower your temper and get to unlocking the key. Novo unlocked it, and the Wizard proved it. First of all, it's padlock. This came off as soon as I broke the chain, but when I gently checked the hardness with a knife, the blade shredded more.
"... what kind of metal is it made of?"
"Leader, can you break it?
"I don't know. You may be noticed by the sound of breaking it, and if you leave it, you will be noticed by the intrusion."
This is all the hardness. I don't think I can handle it by tapping my weapon at my disposal.
"We'll have to disarm it into the tunnel. I can handle it."
"Go!
Novo tries to unlock it, trembling in the cold air leaking from the back.
The two padlocks came off in less than three minutes.
The magician rounds his eyes.
"I'll do it."
"No, no, we both had different keys, so the mechanism was the same... the real thing is in front of the door."
That's what Novo said, but he stuck his locking tool in the last hole. This is a boulder, unlike an external tiny padlock, which seems to take a while.
On the frogs' foreheads, sweat seeped.
If the sleeping pill that Dooey made me smell expires.
If any other alarm passes and you notice a sleeping doue.
When I thought about it, I was anxious.
"... not yet?
"Shit! Please wait a little longer!
Novo gives a kick and a glance at the frog with his mouth. I guess it takes a lot of concentration for the youngest to show frustration even to the leader.
I had no choice but to take a step back and take a peek at what was happening on the stairs side.
... It was something quiet. There is no sign of anyone. We need to unlock it now and reveal the secret in the back.
Once again, the moment I pulled my mind together,
"... Okay, I opened it"
"Big deal!
Slap the bandit on the shoulder as he lifts his small pleasure.
Now we can finally break into a secret basement.
"All right, as usual, we're gonna put up an avant-garde and break in. Hey, give the lights to him. Like you can use magic when you have to, too?
"Yeah, I know."
Confirming that the magician handed him the lighting courtesy he had in his hand and took it back to his wand, the toad meets the other heavy warrior. I don't think there's anyone in there more than it's locked from the outside, just in case.
Heavy warriors put their hands on the door. The toad sets himself up in case of an ambush.
Fulfilling, the door is slowly pulled open. With that, the gushing cold air gained more and more momentum.
"Come on, ghosts or snakes..."
It's a strictly hidden secret of that strange rumoured nobleman. There is also a different atmosphere that can be seen from the outside. Whatever comes out, you deserve to be surprised.
"Hiya!?
Novo briefly leaked a startling scream.
Loud voice, I couldn't blame it.
Toad saw it, too.
"And the corpse......!?
What was there was a demolished body.
Hanging from the ceiling with hooked rope, he exposes fleshy peony contents to a dark void.
There is no rotten odor. but the smell of thin blood filled the nasal cavity, slightly like a mixture of iron and raw odor.
It's fresh, this corpse.
No, if you look closely, there are several similar masses of meat hanging next to it, in the back.
"Cool..."
"Ya, I knew the rumors were true... that nobleman was a real [slave killer]!
Heavy warriors groan and wildfires squat.
Toad accidentally suppressed his mouth, too.
"Oh, my God... look, this guy's always bleeding out! I bet you didn't notice the smell until you opened the door in the street!
"Hih, it's not what people do! This is like killing a beast like this!
"... hmm?
I feel something catching on to Noah's words.
"An imitation of a beast, like killing it?
"Um, Leader..."
The Wizard, who had kept his silence, opens his mouth in confusion.
"This, isn't it beef for cooking?
"To?"
"Huh?"
The toad picks up the lighting courtesy dropped by Novo and tries to illuminate the caught meat mass again.
"Uh... Speaking of which, it looks like it too"
If you look closely, for humans, it's too big. I'm sure I think of it as a dismantled torso, but it was clearly longer and too much than a person's stuff. Probably a cow, as the magic conductor put it.
In the dark, he looks like a lump of meat suddenly illuminated by a scarce light. Prejudice due to dark rumors behind, wrapped around Viscount Ovenil. As a result of the mixing of such things, I thought of the flesh in front of me as a disintegrated human body.
"... Damn, I did it. Was it a food bin, this place!
"Ha ha... how many years have you been an adventurer, and we?
"And even though it's a C-level end, did you scream with cow meat or something? Me..."
"Sort of."
One calm wizard comforts the toads who regret losing color to the beef that was hung.
"Everyone would be surprised if there were such a chunk of meat hanging at the end of a badly fought open door. Besides, the keys are tight for just a food bank, and even the exadventurers would have been on security, right? Maybe there's something hidden here."
"Right. Surely this severity is going to be something."
Yes, convince yourself, and step inside the food pantry.... It's still cold. The warehouse is full of cold air. It's like midwinter in a mountain. I have been in several warcraft hunts in Winter Mountain.
"Speaking of which, didn't you just say you felt magic or something?
"Yeah, I feel that magic coming from behind the warehouse, too."
"All right, let's go"
As we scratched the woods of flesh that forested upside down, there were even more doors behind the warehouse. It's not locked here. But a toad who is not as sensible as a magician also feels more than just magic from it.
"The Green Regiment" takes a vigilant stance to look ahead.
Unusual cold air in this mighty magic. Maybe he even keeps it in the form of a powerful warcraft manipulating the ice. If so, he is subject to mutilation for carrying out acts that threaten the stability of the kingdom without authorization. It would be physical evidence to control the death of the Viscount as your client wished. Truly, if you are right, you are in danger of stepping in there first.
"Look, you don't know what's gonna pop up? Don't be alarmed."
"Oh, I know, Leader."
And then the door was opened...
"Ugh!?
An unparalleled amount of cold air was blown.
Cold. What is this? Is that the spitting frozen brace of the Warcraft? No, it's odd for that.
"Sa, sa, sa, it's cold! What is it, this!?
"Trap or magic attack? Or a frozen brace?
"No, this is..."
A demon conductor advances into the room, sheltering himself with a robe from the cold airflow.
"Hey, don't! Don't step forward in the middle of nowhere!
While uncomfortable, it embarrasses the prominence of the rear guard first.
But still, he didn't stop and broke into the room.
Toad looked at the end of the door, feeling the cold air that his upper and lower eyelashes were likely to stick together.
"This is..."
What was there was some sort of magic device. Exquisite magic formations emitting blue and white phosphorescence spread across the floor of the room, on which the gatekeepers were lined with glowing jewels with incomprehensible regularity. I guess they are constantly generating some sort of magic by combining them.
Is this... what the Viscount wanted to keep hidden?
"Hey! What the hell is this magic formation?!?
"Wait, I'll analyze it now!
Say, and the wizard crouches beside the magic formation.
"This is... oh my... incredibly precise construction of circuits..."
Whilst whining about bumps and solitaires and occasionally exchanging magical chants of the analytical system, the Magic Instructor is obsessed with examining this device. The source of cold air and airflow is the Magic Formation. Naturally he bathes it all together, but it doesn't seem to bother him either.
"Fine, please do something soon! I'm freezing to death!
"Please be patient, because I'm the coldest!
"Spit it out! Though you would be the most resistant because you are a magician!?
While such interaction was pinched, the analysis was completed after taking close enough time.
For one thing, go back to the food depot and close the door. If I kept it open, the whole building was going to turn back to the middle of winter.
"Sabu, Sabu, Sabu, Sabu..."
"So what is it? A prototype of a dangerous demonic weapon or something?
"Oh, is that it? It was a hell of a substitute."
Expectations and anxieties are raised at the same time in the wizard's mouthfeel.
A hell of a substitute.
That's all I'm saying, we're not familiar with magic. It must be a product of ultra-technology.
They swallowed gokuri and solitary spit and waited for the magician's answer.
- It's just a device that emits cold air and airflow.
"" What?
In that chilling tone, the three, with the exception of the Wizard, are taken aback.
"It was a magic formation made up of terribly advanced technology and expensive materials, but its only function was' to keep releasing cold air and airflow for as long as possible '. That's a hell of a substitute. He's a waste of time."
"Hey, what's that? What, the Viscount keeps something like that underground!? Even be so vigilant!
The toad was unwittingly shouting. It was a serious ugliness in a leader wrapping up a party on an undercover quest. But who can blame it? If you think you've stripped the entire mansion and finally found something hidden, it's just a crap that wasted technology and material. Isn't the result of a quest where the future of the party as a whole was suspended too crude?
No one tried to blame the toad for being able to understand that feeling.
The Mage continues.
"I told you, didn't I? That it consists of expensive materials. It is the melted silver that depicts the magic formation, the source of power, the jewel, is a real, but also high-purity crystal. It's a device that uses a lot of that. Probably the most expensive thing you have on this mansion, isn't it?
Besides, the Wizard refers to one of the meats that is suspended.
The meat was dripping droplets as if he were alive and scratching sweat.
"If you look closely, you're wet after the meat looks kind of soft, right? I was frozen just now. It's melting because it opened the door to the food pantry and let the cold air escape. Maybe, but that device, it was meant to keep the meat alive by freezing it?
"For meat preservation..."
"Yes, if you ask me, I thought there wasn't too much meat left here raw..."
"If it had so much, the coarseness would rot before I ate it up. To avoid it..."
When the heavy warrior touched the nearby meat, it was certainly softer than when he tried to scratch it earlier and pushed it away. Why didn't you notice when you just touched it? Is it the first time I have seen raw beef that has not been dried for preservation?
"So, what is it? That Viscount was protecting this place strictly because of this meat? Don't let the cold air escape and melt, or the thief looking for the material destroy the device?
"... it would be more natural to think about it."
Unfortunately, the Wizard leans down.
I don't know what to say. What is the extent to which the secrets we reveal ourselves in the whole body spirits?
A wastefully luxurious crap that only satisfies my desire to eat fresh meat at any time, of a meaty young aristocrat. I didn't know you could only discover that.
"That can't be right, can it? 'Cause it's that ovenil, right? [Slave slayer] You're a bad nobleman, aren't you? More like this... aren't you hiding even a horrible secret? There's got to be, right? See?"
"Yeah, yeah... we still have time until dawn and would you like to do some more research..."
The wizard answering the trembling toad was a mouthful gesture, though clearly not expecting results.
The next morning.
In the carriage prepared by the Count Ovenil family, Toad and the others "Green Regiment" were on their way back to the King's Capital.
The air in the car is heavy. The man who was the subject of the escort, an ostensible request, was either outraged that the 'Green Regiment' had failed to obtain a busy finding or did not even try to speak from earlier. Well, that would be better. Immediately after the report, there was a body called the Bad Mouth Fair, and even this one was not comfortable. As much as I want you to keep your mouth shut as far as the King's Capital if you can.
(... nevertheless)
And, the toad sees the man to be escorted. And I imagined the Count behind him.
Our own research showed that Viscount Turius Shrounan Ovenil was infinitely close to white. Late night investigations show no dust from beating, and vice versa, poor security against this one. I don't think you're up to something very dark back there. Regardless, if something is going on outside the mansion, except for the story.
A brother who goes out of his way to sin such a brother. In Toad's imagination, only a very, but not superior figure floated around.
(Rather, isn't the infamous brother better)
The nobleman, rumored to be [Slave Killer], did not look very likely to be able to do such a great thing when he finished his investigation and reconsidered. Born to the second son of the Count family, he was given the rank of Viscount, while being oblivious to aristocratic common sense. I wonder if we both have two famous adventurers, one wanting to fade away from the line and the other wanting to be outdone by ourselves in class C. In the banquet seat, the opposite of its bad reputation, even helps the slaves who were tangled up in the guests until they crush their faces. If you think you're hiding something strictly, it's just a vault of meat.
All in all, he just seemed like a worldless kid.
Ning Lo, my brother, who only seems to have murdered my brother, even feels more worthy of such notoriety.
(... could be possible)
As a consolation for the long journey home, the toad dismisses the reasoning.
Here's the muscle.
The research we did just in case shows that a large number of slaves were bought in the name of Turius, many of whom went missing as they were. But what if it was actually my brother, Linus, who instructed me to do it?
Let my brother buy a slave, and my brother will kill him. And we don't know externally who's killing slaves in the Ovenil family. Naturally, the suspicions and notoriety of the Slave Slaughter go to Turius who was out to buy......
Regardless, this is an inference. Turius Ovenil and I were just watching from afar all day yesterday, and all that leads to Linus is a relationship through the fame that is now deciding to be silent in front of us. That's the only person involved, what do you know? This is nothing but leisurely reasoning.
What is certain is that the Count will not be satisfied with the findings of this quest. No physical evidence has been found that leads to his eager brother's failure. On the contrary, I didn't even see any signs of [slave-killing] vices that I hear rumors about. Conversely, the slaves working in the hall are even treated more importantly than elsewhere, called identity and good education. Therefore, I have come up with an empty theory without a thump… Anyway, the Count will not trust himself for failing to grasp the weakness of Viscount Turius.
(Instead, maybe that's good)
There was no dismay in the wonder and in the heart of the toad.
Come to think of it, loads beat us too much, such as the snitches who are now kept by nobles. If the handicapped people were as powerful as they had been told before this time, the "Green Regiment" would not have been enough. Because the opponent was a loose boss and his gesture, we were able to look that far and get home safely again.
When I think about it, my own stupidity stains me for trying to connect with the Count.
If you become the first pawn and sit on the throne of the old stock, you won't have to risk being kept warm? But how many dead places should we cross before that happens?
Maybe if we carry it well, we can get it set up by a regular minister? What do you expect from someone who is less than willing to kill your brother? Even if it does, it will be an unfavorable name and colleague in front of you. I don't think it works for me very well.
After all, we are adventurers. Monsters are the ones to deal with, and the place to stand is a labyrinth in Yamano. Never looked good against nobility, the darkness of society on the stage and the darkness of the battle.
(When we get back to Wangdu, will we set our sexual roots and adventure again?)
You'll go back to the days when you take requests with your peers and put your life on the monster opponent, but it's a path you're used to, even though it's hard. It's better to make money in the tunnel there than to row out on another path now.
If we save a little money that way, we won't be eating up in old age either.
Toad convinced himself so.
Thoughts, I look out the back window.
Disappeared beyond the earliest horizon, the residence of Turius Ovenil. The figure of the [silver wolf] working there, bowed his head to his noble father, could not resist being stroked up to his ass, as if he were someone else from when he was in the king's capital. But still, I think I had a better human daughter than I did back then. The people of the world would not believe, and would say a word of silence again, but there was certainly her peace there. Toad thinks there were days when a monster even said to be a silver cursed wolf would return to one human being at some point.
It was that seemingly knockout [two-handed sword] and they might also have rusted while soaking in such warm water. A precious routine that I'm not likely to tame, but that doesn't intrude.
Never forgive me for running a business that might smash something like that. Let's get back out as legitimate adventurers when we get home.
With that in mind, Toad left himself to the swing of the carriage.
"Uh, I'm tired... you don't do things I'm not used to, at all"
After sending out the last carriage and returning all the guests, I sighed heavily.
Next to it,
"Yes, thank you very much, my lord."
There is a victor with a clear face.
You're glad that I'm weak because I can't stand on my stomach doing what I liked to do. I am a minister at all. When I get a chance, I even think I'll thoroughly rub my brain miso again.
"I'm sorry for the time being, I don't work in this format."
"I agree. I'd like you to set aside some time, and in the meantime, I'd like you to change it and learn about your working life."
"Don't joke about it..."
Waving flirtatiously, I walk down the hallway of my new home.
Uni, who had been serving behind him from the beginning, and Doue, who had been out of hand there, also took him to it.
"Then I'll go back to my research. Nice to meet you at the mansion, huh?
"Yes. Please be back by tomorrow's errand."
Viktor, you're gonna have to get to the end of this.
Dooe laughs when she sees things like that.
"Dude, your husband. Aren't you in a position to let the tools say that much?
"Stop it. It's all in your husband's mercy."
"Well, without that much freedom, I can't say anything about what I'm missing."
Line up and take the road to the lab. The goal is the eastern end of the ground floor, which is nominally an underground food bank.
Dooe glanced over his shoulder as he plugged near the stairs.
"And yet... you made me a douchebag for a terrible monkey play, dude"
"Monkey play? Must be a raccoon sleeping mistake, huh?
What he's saying is last night.
An adventurer party brought in by his brother's name in the name of an escort. It would be about what I dared to tell you to miss when that thing went through here.
"Me, I want you to have all my proud life as a swordsman, and I'm going to put my hands together..."
Dooey is foolish to imitate it so that those people can lick it.
Fine. A man with a feminine spot for a figure. Look, isn't Uni in a bad mood?
"What do you say? Your husband promised you everything in exchange for your life."
"Yes, yes, they do. It was my fault."
That's what I said. It was a tease. Maybe it's time to follow up on the boulders.
"Well, okay. You can pretend you slept with them to the point where you can't spot one, if you want. The important thing is that it's safer to buy one insult."
"Shit. Was that really all worth doing?
"Even if it did."
Take the stairs as you say.
"Uni said they were wary of you, too. It's better to show Dooey and let him think it's no big deal, but the effect of this measure will also increase."
"I was fortunate that they misjudged me, though by chance"
and uni.
Anything, those adventurers, they were delighted that I put out a helpship on top of Uni not resisting being sexually harassed by nobles on the banquet, so they underestimated her as "faded" now.
No, it was also a terrible early point.
Anyway, when I was in King's Capital, Uni was a Roteen. Even then the expression was silent and unchanged, but the inside was more pointy than it is now, something that had repeated unexpected rampage. Were there times when Alliance officials rushed into the mansion?
It was only yesterday that it came to mental stability. Growth that rampant grows up is not weakening, it's gaining calm. Impossible to wear there is a veteran-like failure around thirty years from what I've seen. This child's joy in serving me is, as you know, a specification from the beginning. And my 'work' isn't making any lukewarm enough to spec it down to the point where I'm somewhat uplifted... I don't know how Shirl is though.
Is that it? Is it a hopeful observation from the desire for the mission to work?
And I can't even talk to you on the spot because Uni left. Seemed distracted by all of her, but the mass-produced slaves are also capable of C-B. Comparable to, or surpassed by, the Green Club. They also have a level of ranger skills there. I can sneak around a little bit, whisper a little bit. So, those adventurers were perfected by the slaves who were positioned there in this mansion with the content of the conversation.
I mean, it sounded perfect to Uni, too. The Ranger Mass Production Skills are based on Uni's data. Naturally, she's the original, and the hearing ears and other accuracies go way up.
So, I noticed a corner, so I hit a play to cover it up.
"The entrance to the new lab is information that needs to be kept confidential. If you're hiding it, it's best to loosen your opponent's investigative hand first. For this reason, I dare to ask them to look into it once, and not to grasp deadly information on it. That way, the investigator will determine that the entrance to the lab is not in this mansion."
This is the initial route of the measure.
Muddy under the willow, there is the word. Just because you caught a mud there once doesn't mean you can catch it again. I admonish you to confine yourself to one success or good fortune. My strategy is the other way around. What if there wasn't even a first mud under the hard-won trace? You shouldn't be thinking about picking it up there for the time being. If you want mud, you start hitting elsewhere.
That's what I'm after. No matter how confident you say you are in how to hide it, you may get worn out if you can look it up again and again. Then all you have to do is make him unwilling to look into his stash. Let the muddy look under the willow as he pleases, and let him decide that there is no muddy there. But in fact, we're hiding exactly what we're looking for when we invite you in.
"And on top of that, in order to give credibility to the results, we have to convince everyone in this faction that they are dumb. If you took information from a foolish opponent, you're absolutely right. … a brilliant operation, my lord"
That's the thing.
When people are most likely to be fooled, they say it's when they're looking down on each other. It's easier to hook up with people who assume that fraud isn't "fooled by a chatty M.O." So I played him a sophisticated dummy and made him like to look into the mansion where the evidence has been hidden (or not so much evidence yet because it's my new home). If we had quoted this one to a lesser extent, we would have to believe the findings we made.
The same goes for my brother behind this investigator. He would see me as a dangerous person, but he wouldn't even think of me as smart or anything. Anyway, noble common sense and all that kind of stuff I haven't studied at all. It neglects what seems like a basic upbringing to him, so he should be looking pretty low at this one.
What would you think if you found out your brother didn't find anything after doing an investigation like that?
The best thing you can do is decide that I'm taking care of myself and pull in harm. That would help me greatly with fewer enemies... well, considering his character and the emotions he would have on me, it would be a hopeless line.
The result of being on the success line is that my brother thought my secret lay outside the mansion and turned the next investigation into the wrong place. While they're wasting time, talent and other resources, this one can do whatever it takes.
The worst part is feeling the act from this matter and coming back to look into this mansion... but still, it's not a big deal to see through the tricks at the entrance to the lab. Originally, the strategy I set up with those adventurers was the aggressive one I came up with that night. I'm confident that I did so, and Viktor, who I talked to beforehand, was highly regarded, so I don't think I'll get hooked first. Let's hope that the elder brothers and marquis of Wang Du will look for an entrance that is not even outside the museum.
... but only fate is a cover for the entrance to the lab.
I unlock quickly and open the door to the pantry. A huge amount of cold air erupts.
"Well, and"
Remove the comms courtesy from the pocket and bring it closer to the mouth.
"Dry, bring me the entrance."
"Yes, sir."
Moments, there was a change in the library.
Purple electricity shines through the patch, patch and air, and the center of the discharge opens up a flexible space. From the twists of time and space, particles of different dimensions of colour erupted with fierce momentum, which eventually shaped a solid shape in this dimension.
- It's an altar.
At first glance, it is a form with a metal foot like a dinghy. Supported by this is a large magic formation engraved with intricate and sophisticated procedures.
And on that edge, the dry sits shallow. As soon as she finished her transfer, she stepped out of there and offered her thanks to me.
"I followed you. I have it now. I have it."
"Yeah, good luck"
"... how dare you come up with something like this to hide?"
I look down at the 'entrance' that Dry brought to me, and Dooe groans as if she was frightened.
"Say what. One of the factors that came up with this is your statement, right?
"What? Me?
He's forgotten about the fright.
Damn, next time I make a big adjustment, should I also do a little more of the memory area?
"You said it on your way home from the mine." It's convenient. What's metamagic? "
I don't know what I said, Doue twisting his neck. Oh, boy, for once he's a credit to this measure, too, but unconscious?
Here's the idea I came up with in his statement.
First the distance between the new lab and the basement of this new home. It allows me to come and go with this in an instant. With metastatic magic, physical distances can be greatly ignored.
But if you are using metastatic magic to come and go, it is not enough for you to have the magic of an operator. Besides, the amount of magic consumed depends on distance, mass carried, etc., making it difficult to bring in a large amount of supplies and experimental objects.
Therefore, it is the altar in the form that also looks like this ding that we have prepared.
This is a large courtesy - named "portal gate" - that connects a pair of homogeneous objects with a transfer magic. It is an instantaneous moving device that connects a particular point to a point. The start and end points of the transfer are limited between the paired devices, but the stability is high for that matter and the large mass can be transported over a considerable long distance.
This is the entrance to my new lab.
"I came up with that statement. With a mobile device like this" portal gate ", you can get to the lab in an instant, even if it's quite far from the inn. But then, if they find the device when they search the house, they could break into the potato crawl, right? So..."
"In times of need, you can temporarily hide the device with the headquarters transfer magic," he said. It's like a metastatic magic nest. "
"- Well, that's the thing."
This is why the device was not fixed to the floor and the feet were mounted. If this is the owner of magic as high as Uni or Dry, we can take it away with metastatic magic, and if we let a few mass-produced slaves chant a common spell, we'll manage to do the same. Combining functionality and stability, it made me struggle to keep my weight down to the point that I could carry it with my metastasis.
The difficulty is that the wizard with the arm can smell the residual magic of the transfer magic... so there is a cooling device installed in the back. That thing is dripping magic just because it's running, so the degree of residue of a little magic quickly fades away. Individual chiller products are also an expensive enough substitute, so it wouldn't be unnatural to keep them in a tightly locked basement.
However, if there's a problem,
"Master, why don't you head to the lab soon? It's a little... cold here."
If you think you've appeared dressed up, shudder dry. Her outfit is just bizarre leather biscuits and pants, caped to it. In the meat freezer, it's likely to roll out to the carnival, which would be cold. It's a courtesy assembled with reference to her opinion, but anything model seems to be the traditional style of a dark elf sorcerer. It's like being an evil woman executive of common fantasy objects.
For once, a cold resistance has also been granted, but even if you are wearing a cold suit, it is the same as freezing if you stay in a blizzard for a long time. It's not something I can stay in for an extra long time.
"Right. Well, shall we just go? … I'd like to work on my next research as soon as possible."
Say, hang your feet on the "portal gate". Moving on to the center and gently running the magic excites an engraved technique on the neglected circuit and transports us to the other side.
I let a secret detective grab a ska. Now for a while, the enemy will stop moving. In the meantime, we need to get as ready as we can, even here.
And, of course, my main application, the study of immortality.
There was much to be done.
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