The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 253: Port Town *

A line in Basilio arrived in the port town at night and a half.

The carriage stopped and Benedict sounded his way out of your seat.

The door opens and the light of the pine light enters my eyes.

Originally, light is not good because it stands out. But to run the carriage at night, it was something I really needed.

There is a huge difference if it is not also about the light of the pine lights, otherwise it will cause an accident.

"We're here. Let's go."

"Come."

Basilio unleashed only one satanic word taught by Benedict, pulling a rope connected to both wrists of the woman.

"Moo!"

The woman is bitten by a monkey grub, so she can't scream.

The voice is curly. With this much noise, people won't notice you unless you get so close.

"The last man and I met at a place called Central Square."

It was in his head, but Basilio once took a thin piece of paper out of his pocket of nostalgia to check the map of the port town and reinforce his memory.

"All right, turn off the pine lights"

"Ugh."

Benedict dropped the pine light to the ground and rolled the fire part with his shoes to put it out.

The area gets dark. As per the prior meeting, this looks like a suburb a little off the aisle to the port town.

In the distance, the lighthouse is shining, emitting a shining light. Basilio saw the light and made sure it was the place of destination.

The lighthouse light seems to be engineered to go across the ocean, and even eyes used to the darkness don't feel dazzled.

According to prior information, the bright extinction (pattern) of this lighthouse appears to be different from the nearby lighthouse. In fact, the light in some lighthouses, seen from the ships that came on board when they came, was always glowing or disappearing for a long time. They're making sure the sailors don't mistake it for another lighthouse elsewhere.

As for the infiltrating side, it is a convenient substitute for not losing sight of the intended harbor even at night.

- Oh, shit.

When the light of the pine lights went out, Basilio immediately noticed the foolish failure he had committed.

That's what made me wear white.

There was enough thick, abstinent, and feather-weaving clothing nearby, so I specified it in a decent way at that time, but the pure white coat was too conspicuous in the dark.

If you think about letting them walk in the dark later (later), even if it took some time, you should have looked for a dark jacket and let them wear it.

Seen in the dark, her white coat is too floating. It was clearly noticeable and well beyond tolerance.

She has her hands tied in front of her, so she has to take off the rope to get her clothes changed. That was uninspiring, but I can't help it.

"White clothes are too conspicuous, so let them change. Benedict. Explain that and take it off. Orberto, take off your shirt and weave your feathers."

"Eh -" Orberto said in a disgusting voice. "Is that me?"

"Hurry up. We don't have time."

Orberto is skinny and her physique fits there. The clothing obtained locally varied, but the Orberto one seemed best suited to put on.

"Wow, I get it"

Orberto nodded quickly and took off his clothes.

I guess the first thing I hated was letting the devil wrap around the clothes I was wearing.

Orberto, a lowlife, was young enough to be placed in a monastery and grew up there until he was old enough to have a heart. Such born members have a particularly strong faith, and this kind of aversion often sprouts.

Originally a discarded son, Basilio joined the Knights of the Bodhisattva because of his longing for generals rather than his faith.

"Benedict, do the translation quickly"

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When she heard Benedict's words, she nodded in the dark.

Basilio sees it and unties the rope quickly.

"- Huh!!

The moment she removed the rope from her arm, the woman suddenly ran out in the direction of the unseen.

Basilio grabs his white back with disappointment.

but when the woman turned her arms slightly back, her white coat came off softly.

He must have secretly unbuttoned it. But Orberto reacted instantly, dumping his clothes on the spot and chasing them.

That's just brilliant, I just ran a few steps, and the woman got caught.

"You!

As Orberto drank, the woman tried to punch him in the cheek with a fist.

When Orberto grabbed that arm, a kick was flying between his crotches by a flash of time.

It would be a good point as a protective technique for a woman in Ichii. But it's not the Knights of the Sacrament that such a thing works for.

Orberto, when he released his first captured arm, put it between his crotches and calmly took the kick as well.

In the dark, Orberto was seen soaring and grabbing the woman's chest.

"This...!"

"Orberto, stop it!

A stop to Basilio goes in, but Orberto's fist didn't stop.

A blow enters the belly.

"Guuuuuuu!

"Ah..."

"Stupid."

Basilio immediately headed to the woman and removed the monkey grub.

When punched in the stomach, humans try to breathe with their mouths. I also get diarrhea. If I had stuffing in my mouth, I'd choke.

"Ghh - gehh, kehh, gehh! Gee-ho! Haa, haa."

Luckily, she breathed through and the woman began to breathe.

This will be fine.

"Orbertotto"

When Basilio called his name, he punched Orberto in the cheek with his fist.

"Uh-huh, sorry. Mr. Basilio."

He seemed to think he had done it himself, and Orberto looked shriveled.

Orberto hates the devil. That should be the case, but due to the character of the operation, that feeling should be contained.

I have been alarmed because I have always been a calm person in my previous assignments. I misjudged the weight of his hatred.

"- Do you think that your boring resentment takes precedence over the thought of the Pope or the archbishop?

Although it is the fault of youthfulness, I am angry.

How important an operation do you think it is? It's not a child's use.

"No, that's not... but with"

"In this operation, many personnel have already scattered their lives. It is an operation that Popes and archbishops still consider necessary. You think you can ruin it with your own boring emotions?

"... excuse me"

"Reflect."

Basilio, once again, now beat the same belly as the woman.

"Guuuuuuu"

I thought this would lower the lady's hoarding a bit, but she was just working out, and Orberto didn't get around to the ground.

This doesn't look very painful.

but I was told to do it twice.

"Put it on."

If it's as much as this, you'll know by the trick. Basilio picked up the jacket Orberto dropped on the ground and soiled it and gave it to her.

"Benedict. Translate."

"... again"

"Woman, nothing. You don't feel hard when we take you away. Unlike other long-eared people, I'm willing to treat them well."

That wasn't a lie. At the moment, we were talking about putting it in privileged treatment because it would be difficult to die.

At least you'll get enough treatment until it's useless.

"You don't need to resist so much, and you don't need to be sad. Just follow me and you'll have a good life."

When Benedict does the translation later,

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And the woman has said it back.

"What are you talking about?

"You think you're stupid about yourself. I'd die if they were enough to take me away...... is that like it? Honestly, I don't know."

Not sure?

"What do you mean? I didn't know you didn't understand."

"It's like a country dialect, huh? This woman's Shan language is a little different than normal, and I don't really understand everything. It's generally understandable."

Does this woman's satanic language mean country language?

Well, then I have no choice.

"Translate - say it. If you don't know, until you can't but take me. Don't worry, I won't ramble."

Listening to Benedict translate, Basilio let the woman bite her new cloth and tied her arms with rope again.

"Don't throw away your white coat. Benedict, you keep it in your nose."

Benedict's jacket is like a coat of spread. You'll keep it in your stomach enough.

I don't originally expect combat power.

"Orberto, I'll hold the rope. Not if people don't come because of the noise. Move fast and get in from a distance."

"... ok"

Basilio left the carriage and walked out.

No one walked in the harbour town, not as big as it was in the middle of the night before dawn, and the Basilios could easily come to the place of destination so easily as to clap it out.

of the port town, a corner of the square facing the sea. Here, it was to meet the last of the four spies.

One of the most important roles infiltrated as a woman and one procured carriages and clothes. The other was to invite the Basilios in from the borderline point, which is considerably north of here, to the Wang capital.

Those three are already dead.

The last one was in the role of procuring the return ship.

I could steal the ship from the harbor, but I wanted to get it legally if I could. It was important to keep enough food and water in the barn, although there was also less danger of a chaser.

If you can leave the port with them full, you will no longer have to land for procurement on the way.

On a stolen ship, that condition just can't be met.

It's just not mandatory, even if it's necessary. If the last one is on the run, the ship is going to steal and leave.

With the last one, we have already met once in the vicinity of Sibyak and given him too much money to buy the ship. Just my mouth, but when I handed it over, I was supposed to pay ten times that amount.

Exceptionally, however, he is the only one who has given a considerable amount of money, even just in advance.

If you had the intelligence to insist that you would kill them without giving them the rest of the money, you wouldn't show up here and disappear with just the money.

best to show up for this rendezvous, give me the ship, and be killed, but there was no guarantee that I would show up here.

But there were already people in the promised place.

"Benedict"

"Ugh."

Benedict leads the way and we have a conversation.

It's the last time. Then my hand went to the blade I let sneak in my nose.

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I guess it's a general greeting. When Benedict approached him as he was filled with gaps and uttered the word, the man showed his face.

It's definitely the face I saw when I met him.

………

Then the woman also showed her face. The woman is wearing a thin dress, like a whore, with her breasts stuck to one arm of the man.

On its hands was a small lamp in a used manner, with a feminine fine design.

Did you plan to buy a woman as soon as you received the money?

"... Mr. Basilio"

Benedict opened his mouth.

"Tell them to put out the fire."

"That woman is just about ready to take home, isn't she?

Benedict said things that made him want to ignore Basilio's words and put his head over them.

When I look at Benedict's face, he has eyes that are dominated by passion.

Sure, a woman could have said she looked pretty good, but being swayed by this guy's inferior lust really gets me sick of it.

"... well, fine. But don't be shouted at."

Basilio decided it would be more troublesome to deny it here and said so.

Either way, if you leave the harbor, Benedict is useless.

The ship should be stacked with preserved food and water, and if you get it, you don't need to replenish it until you reach the Tirrerme region anymore.

If you were captured somewhere by an enemy ship and subjected to something like a makeshift inspection, you should see the continuation of your mission as broken at that point.

Only kill the woman and challenge the dead line ready to die. Either way, it's not a situation that Benedict can handle in his talk.

Once out of port, Benedict and the whore kill them and throw them into the sea. Keep your ears shut and you won't know if the aquatic body is a demon or a human being.

This is true in every city, but the fact that a prostitute suddenly dies in suspicion, etc. should be a daily tea meal. It's not even a problem.

"Now, let me show you to the ship. That's the point."

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It was the woman who reacted in the devil's language.

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The prostitute began the conversation with a mesmerizing grin as to whether she saw Benedict as a guest candidate.

From a somewhat odd attitude, he also looks like an idiot.

Either way, it's not a situation where we're having a conversation.

"Benedict... come on"

"... I know."

"XXXX, come"