Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Chapter 35 The Master, the Thief, and the Relic

"There is no soldier, or ex-military officer, in an ordinary slum..."

Alice shook her head, vetoing some of Herag's words, and seemed to be interested in the former Ursus soldier in front of her.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in your past identity, Mr. Herag - we just happened to pass by here, it seems that this place does not welcome us... We will leave soon."

Alice shook her head, grabbed Virgil who was still looking around, and planned to leave here.

"That's the best..."

After hearing the words, Herag let out a sigh of relief. The keen and straight sense brought to this man by the battle for a long time is constantly warning him that the woman in front of him who can't see the racial characteristics is far more powerful than she just showed. more dangerous.

It would not be a wise choice to provoke such a powerful warlock in this hidden community of infected people, and it may attract the attention of the local military and police.

"correct...."

Alice, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, which made Herag's mood tense again——

"Ma'am, do you have any questions?"

The man looked at this extremely troublesome white-haired woman, and asked in a calm and calm voice——

"Have you known or heard of an Ursus Viscount named Velic? He should have been staying in Chernoborg recently."

Fortunately, it was not a topic related to this community and the infected, which made Herag slightly relieved——

"Viscount Velic is a nobleman who recently visited Chernobog. The founder of the city, Marquis Boris, received him personally. This is news in the recent newspapers. If there is no accident, then The viscount should be temporarily living in the mansion of Marquis Boris."

"Madam, if you want to visit the Viscount and Marquis at this time, you may have to face a closed door... They will not receive guests at this time. If you want to see them, you may have to wait until tomorrow."

Herag kindly reminded Alice.

"The Marquis won't be visiting at this point? Hmm..."

After hearing Herag's words, Alice shook her head and showed an interesting look after being stunned for a short time.

"I'm afraid it's not for the Viscount and Marquis to decide...Mr. Herag."

"Also, do you know where the research institute in this city is?"

"...Institute, ma'am, are you referring to the Institute of Relics established by Marquis Boris?"

Feeling some ominous meaning in the white-haired woman's words, Herag slightly clenched his long knife, looking nervously at the mysterious visitor in front of him.

"That's right... where is that research institute?"

"It is located in the center of Chernobog, the core area. It is said that it is closely related to the energy supply of the mobile city. The residence of Marquis Boris is in the upper city of Chernobog, on the road over there. Just ask anyone to point it out for you."

In order to avoid trouble, Herag quickly threw all the information he knew to this woman who couldn't see the depth. In the eyes of this man in Liberia, Alice has obviously become a dangerous existence. It would be better to get her away from the Azazel clinic.

"Thank you—you are an infected person, right...Mr. Herag? Including those little guys hiding in the corner?"

After getting the information, Alice thanked her and looked at the interesting former Ursus soldier in front of her.

"...ma'am, some things... please don't ask - everyone has their own secrets, don't they?"

Hearing this sensitive question, not only Herage, but all the infected people who were quietly paying attention to the development of the incident in this slum tightened their nerves - and Herage, who was the main person being questioned, tightened his grip even more. Holding the handle of the knife, the sound of the blade drawing out of the scabbard was clearly audible...

"No... please don't get me wrong...Mr. Herag - I don't have any malice towards you...infected people, ordinary people...it's all the same to me."

"This is only part of your reward for answering my question, a small caveat."

Alice stretched out her hand to signal Herrag to calm down. The latter jumped back subconsciously when he saw the Archon's movements, as if he was thinking of some unlucky guy who was caught by Alice in the air and thrown out. ...

"A warning?"

Seeing that he and everyone around him had not been thrown away, Herague calmed down and looked at Alice with some confusion.

"That's right, a warning—for the next period of time, please keep your whereabouts secret...because the rulers of this city may encounter some unpleasant events in the future."

"It's probably going to be martial law after a while...well...maybe it's not going to be martial law either, it's just pure chaos...maybe it's a good thing for you guys?"

After the words fell, Alice turned her head, as if she was about to bid farewell to Herag and his party, but this time it was the man in Liboli who called to the woman who was about to leave...

"May I ask, sir... what are you going to do?"

"Maybe it's just an inquiry...Of course it could be a trial...but I'm not sure whether those two nobles from Ursus can bear my will."

"Maybe they can hang on until dawn, and then issue martial law and search orders to the entire city—or, perhaps, disappear from this world forever?"

"After all—to me, one of them is an idiot who should have been swept into the dustbin of history, and the other is a thief who, without consent, meddles in dangerous products that do not belong to this era."

"Well... we may meet again, long after—I have this hunch."

The blue mist of the starry sky made of unknown substances began to diffuse around her with the words of the consul, and disappeared without a trace in front of Herag, engulfing her master and companions as her words fell.

"The kingdom...no...those things are more dangerous than the kingdom..."

Herag, who speculates about the short-lived unknown fog, is a bit ugly. As a former general of Ursus, he has naturally seen the "country" of the inner guard that seems to have infinite power... But the god-like fog just now gave The sense of oppression he brought made him immediately eliminate this option.

"The kingdom of the inner guard is probably not worth mentioning in front of that lady... As for the Marquis Boris - without the consent of the master, he tried to gain access to forbidden knowledge..."

"Master... thief... Ruins Research Institute... wait - this is possible...."

Herag, who seemed to have guessed something, showed an incredulous expression...

"General, are you okay? That woman makes me feel very dangerous..."

And the infected people who saw Alice's departure also gradually surrounded Herag, concerned about whether the latter was injured...

"I'm fine. This lady doesn't mean anything malicious to us... But I'm afraid she can't be described by just using the word dangerous..."

"Notify the members of Azazel, as well as those infected who are willing to follow us, to temporarily take refuge in the pipeline in the lower city."

"Is it so serious...General?"

"That lady, I'm afraid she will kill the Viscount Velich and the Marquis Boris... and no one can stop her. After she leaves Chernobog, the city's ruling class may explode. mess—and we don't have to go in this mess."

[Whether it is the current Ursus, or those ancients who returned from the legend... These contradictions are not something that the infected people of Azazel and Chernobog can go in and stir up... 】

Looking at the bustling high-rise buildings in the upper city in the distance, Herag silently recited a sentence in his heart.

Chapter 36 Tips for daily life: If you are short of money, you can borrow it from an alley

"Please have a good sleep, sir."

In the mansion of Marquis Boris, an Ursus man wearing a housekeeper's uniform was hit hard on the back of the neck by the butt of a gun, and he collapsed on the bench beside him on the spot.

"This is the study room... 416, what's the situation outside?"

After disguising the butler as if he was resting on a bench due to fatigue, UMP45 began to contact his teammates who were guarding the perimeter——

"It's all right, UMP45, it's impossible for these primitives to spot us."

And on the top of a tall building far away from the mansion, the tactical human figure with a Gauss rifle and an optical sight observing the movement of the manor had a little disdain in his tone. Untraceable.

"Be careful and you won't make mistakes, 416. Even if you're a primitive, you're going to use primitive methods~"

Unscrewing the doorknob of Marquis Boris's study, UMP45 replied to his companion, and began to look at this luxuriously decorated room...

"Is the commander there? Marquis Boris and Viscount Velic are not in the mansion, they seem to have gone out."

Watching the empty UMP45 lock the door of the study room, he began to look through the documents scattered on the table, trying to find some useful information.

"Let's go out... 45, search their study room for records and documents about that institute."

Alice, who was walking around the streets of Ursus with Virgil, gave instructions after thinking for a while.

"I'm working on it, Commander, I'll contact you later."

"... Aunt Alice, are you just looking around casually?"

Virgil, who has never seen the hustle and bustle of a big city, although he followed the consul obediently, his soul had already flown to various stalls on the street, and his ability to think was taken away by the smell of food. .

"...I have no such worldly desires."

Alice, who glanced at the street food stall, just raised her eyebrows slightly, and then looked at Virgil, who was about to drip from her saliva, and shook her head helplessly.

"Want to eat?"

"Of course, it looks delicious~"

Looking at the pastries and desserts on the stall, the Sarkaz girl nodded excitedly, as if she could already imagine the sweet taste...

"Stay here, don't walk around—I'll get you some."

Alice nodded and gave the Sarkaz girl a word, then turned her head and stepped into the nearby alley...

"Uh...Aunt Alice, what are you doing in the alley???"

Virgil, who obediently stayed where he was, watched the elder get into a dark alley nearby...

"Withdraw money."

And the answer she got was very simple.

"No... Where did the money come from in the alley???"

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"Little girl, come and have a good time with the buddies?"

Not long after Alice turned her head and walked into the alley, a group of gangsters also rushed into the dark alley—the leader of the gangsters was dressed brightly, and seemed to be the second generation ancestor of a noble family.

"Nobles of Ursus?"

The consul who saw the visitor didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly asked the latter's identity.

"That's right, the boss is the builder of this city, the last son of Marquis Boris's family. It's a beautiful thing for me to be favored by the boss and tied to the Marquis's family."

"If you're sensible enough...you know what I mean...beauties?"

"...The last son, that is to say, there is no right to inherit any title or land?"

After hearing this, Alice didn't say anything. She just nodded thoughtfully and looked indifferently at the group of street kids in front of her, who were probably composed of wealthy young men and second-generation ancestors.

"It's good luck... Those who can gather together must be the same breed——"

The white-haired woman raised her hand to the second-generation ancestors who had faintly sensed something was wrong, and when they were about to shout out and flee to the exit of the alley, they grabbed their throats and lifted them into the air...

click -

Accompanied by the clearly visible crisp sound, the few people who were still in the air suddenly softened. If they wake up tomorrow morning, the cleaners of Chernoborg will find that there are a few more freeze-dried Usa specialty products here. .

"No, no, no...you can't kill me—my father is the president of the Boris Group, the Marquis of Ursas, and the lord of Chernoborg! My father will not let you go, and neither will Ursas I will let you go! Provoking nobles in Ursus is no different from seeking death!"

The last son of the Marquis, who was obviously a softie, had never seen such a scene where he killed everyone without saying a word. Seeing what happened to his friends, he began to instinctively move out of the "big mountains" he could rely on, trying to threaten the person in front of him. White-haired woman with expressionless face.

"You seem to have made a mistake...Sir, I don't guarantee that your father will see the sun tomorrow, and you—just happen to have something I want to know, so you are destined not to see tomorrow The sun, at least...you can't see it now..."

Like clamping the person in charge of the mine, Alice's palm covered the second generation ancestor who was strangled in midair, but this time, sparks of psionic energy jumped from the consul's hand.

"Uh...ahhhh—!"

The screams from the son of the Marquis were isolated in this uninhabited alley, and Alice left behind the foaming second ancestor who had turned into an idiot.

"Good harvest - the Marquis and Viscount both went to the research institute... It saves the effort of an extra trip, and by the way... the little guy's snack money..."

Alice with a jumping eyebrow took out a few wallets from this group of unlucky people, looked at some kind of blue bills inside and nodded in satisfaction.

And as for the street jerk who's still twitching on the floor—who cares.

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The consul who left from the alley wandered around the street stalls for a while, and then returned to Virgil with a bag of various local specialties.

"...It always feels like you just did something incredible, Aunt Alice... Well, it's so sweet——Elena should like this."

Taking a sip of the Ursus dessert, Virgil looked at the consul who was counting the Longmen coins and muttered in a low voice...

"It's common sense...little Virgil."

"What common sense??"

"When you are short of money, if there is an alley next to it, just walk in calmly - there will be kind people with wallets to help you immediately."

"...Aunt Alice, are you sure you didn't keep beating the idle street thugs until the gold coins burst out???"

"No, beating that sort of thing is barbaric."

- I prefer chokeholds and electrotherapy.