Ryusousha ha Shizukani Kurashitai

Merchant country.

A large international building in the eastern capital.

Three men were gathered there.

"Sulnuff's guy, he's not back yet. Damn, I can't use it."

That's what I threw up: a silver-haired man with shallow black skin.

The seared face was engraved with several sword wounds and deep wrinkles (wrinkles).

The man sits sluggishly in his chair and shakes the liquor bottle to the left and right, but he can't hear anything from inside.

"Lord Dinen, if you like, this way. It's a dish from the Devil's Country."

"Oops, 'drops of canopy (cancer)'? I rarely see you, Mon. You've had it a lot."

"I got it by accident. The liquor of the Devil's Country was under the jurisdiction of the Five Heads of the West... but apparently, not quite."

"I'm sorry about the sleigh," Mayno. "

Dinen Phobos of "Silver Cage" smelled as she shook the bottle she received and checked inside, pulling out the stopper and standing up.

"That's true, though. But it's not my fault Sulnuff's outrage."

Hustra Ayroon of "Mayno" shakes her neck left and right to appeal to innocence.

"I know. The people in the west shouldn't have narrowed their horizons. I should have left the Dragon Country Merchandise Certificate alone... I lost forty of my products because of the" luxury business "."

Dinen puts his mouth on the liquor bottle, rings his throat and drinks the contents.

"It's a precious liquor for once, that.... so what percentage of those lost?

"Twelve spellmen, twenty-three merchants, the rest mercenaries."

Dinen in "Silver Cage" deals with a variety of people.

That is what ranges from slaves to mercenaries, prostitutes, general workers and deacons of noble opponents.

Donalmar Tennai of 'Baoshu (Houji)', who has been silent until now, opens his mouth to a conversation between Dinen and Fustra.

"It would be Srnuf's discretion to stick around even though it doesn't matter. The question is, is this going to interfere with the plan?"

"Right. Bao Shou is right. What's going on there?

"The plan is going well. No problem."

"Right. I hope so." The locust "or something, he cut his numbness and left."

"Because that's who I am. … If there is a problem, will Harim's ability not be forgiven?"

In a calm voice, Fustra disparaged Harim Eva of "Huami", one of the same five heads of congregation.

But neither Dinen nor Donalmer disputed, and nodded.

"I didn't expect" Demon Scout "to chase the five-headed seat. Strength must have been a dunch."

As Dinen said, Fustra shook his head to the side.

"I don't think they chased that one. Originally, Dural had a weak ambition."

"That's why I said I should put Harim down there."

"But there's a crack in the bottom."

"I was surprised to hear the news."

"I also think Dural is better (wow) at one or two than Harim. Nonetheless, the top of the lower cross was stuck. Then that would be a sign that Dural pulled himself off."

"Why again?

"Now, does that have anything to do with the legacy left by the 'demon scout' or not?"

Dinen looked difficult in Fustra's words.

"That's a legacy. I don't know that one. Why did he leave the information on" Paradise "encrypted?

"A fertile land equivalent to a country, that's what the cipher said."

"Oh......"

"Do you remember where it was left off?

"Where... it's in the West Metropolitan archives. I heard you were hiding it in the back."

"Yes, but that information is inaccurate. Do you know?

Fustra asked Donalmer.

"It's only in the back of the dossier room. I've heard it too, but it's not?

Fustra pointed his index finger up.

"The cipher (it) was pinched in a library book about a major metastasis"

"Sort of? So what?

"Why was the legacy of the 'demon scout' - the cipher found? That's because we recently needed to look into major metastases."

"Right. Information that Dragon Nation had hidden. 'Cause we found out there's gonna be a major metastasis soon, right?

"I mean, Dural wants to hide information about 'paradise'. But if there is a major metastasis," paradise "is needed. That's why he hid it."

"I see. If you don't need that moldy material, why don't you even try to open it?"

Donalmer nodded.

"What happened?

"Dural found 'Paradise'. But I didn't publish it. You didn't think it was necessary in this day and age. Perhaps he feared war would begin over 'paradise'"

"That's why it's a big metastasis... right. If it was a time of national disaster, we wouldn't be able to fight each other."

"Yeah. That's why I must have hidden it over there so that people who really look into the big metastases would know when they showed up. I wouldn't have thought you'd need it so soon."

"... I can't eat him."

"The leaves and seeds that were caught together were nowhere to be found."

"That was confirmed to be a protospecies. It is not native anywhere in the four countries. The same goes for seeds. presumably there are more primitive, non-repetitive logs of heterogeneous mating"

"That means' paradise 'is an isolated world. Where is it?"

"... Now, dragons are the best way to find it."

"Crushing the Dragon Nation... No, let it split. Er. They'll scratch it all."

"That's the thing. The plan can be transferred to execution soon. Let's stay quiet until then. Behavior like Sulnuff will be a lifesaver after this."

"I know. Conditions of use were applied to the soldiers I lent. I don't think there's gonna be any more outbursts."

"Then the rest until the moon is full"

"Wow, let's plunge the dragon kingdom into a vortex of confusion."