The female bandit Pulan Pualani seems to be the daughter of a bandit with two names: 'Flowers in the Sky'. Pualani means flowers in the sky. I was taught upbringing without trying to use my appraisal skills, and I was impressed.
"Huh, uh-huh."
At the same time, the name phoolan also means flowers.
If you believe the words of the appraisal skill, meaning flowers in Sanskrit's words, they can discern this skill to the point where it is put into the name. I mean, what is Sanskrit? Isn't this a different world?
"Ha! Gu, gu, hu"
Anyway, Pulan Pualani, daughter of 'Sky Flowers' Mahadi Pualani, seems to be a bandit in public, making her the daughter of a bandit clan.
That's why I have Hidden Lv.2, Signal Detection Lv.2, and Short Sword Lv.1, Assassination Lv.1. Very versatile inside, good fight with me.
"Huh! Oh, no."
Assassination and daggering are unsuitable when used. So I rushed to disable her.
Hit him in the head with a blackjack, then focus on his jaw to make him stick, and his appraisal skills keep him abreast of the dark vessel.
Using Martial Arts Lv.1 and Dance Lv.1 to hold Pulan in, I succeeded in putting a knife down and poking it around my neck and threatening to "kill me if I move" before they used a dark vessel.
"Huh, huh, ah"
Rowing straight up to disarming (needless to say I used my negotiating skills), I snatched away her freedom for a moment. I simply restrained her body with my cape robe.
From here it is time for interrogation.
"Ya, stop, hey!
I asked her a bunch of questions like, "You guys are bandits," Skyflower, "answer me," etc.
But she Pulan doesn't break her mouth to perseverance.
A question in yes-no format would show through with a psychograph of appraisal skills.
But when it comes to open questions like, "How did you guys do this?"
"Eh!
Fourth time. I'm not saying what.
Even while Pulan's body is restless, I have no mercy. Keep interrogating and blaming bitterness going.
The type of interrogation that scratches your body is horrifying retaliation. It would be easier for us to remove nails or beat the body, but the marks are likely to remain visual.
Don't make me spit out any information, but I can wait for the Alliance staff. If you make the most disgusting interpretation, I don't have an alibi for that pointless blank time. It's weird to suspect something, and at any rate, I'd like to return a little debt by pulling out useful information and passing it on to Ariosh Ong.
As a logical conclusion, I was running a color attack on her. I only use one or two fingertips on this one, because being slandered for rape also stands at a later point. If you committed it, you were unilaterally stuck at your fingertips anyway, then that would be treated as a joke to others.
If you look at the perception of this world, especially the society behind it, it's only embarrassing to see that it wasn't treated as a consolation but just the other way around. Because it means you weren't dealt with. There's no way she can retaliate later, because there's no way someone else can talk about this, so it doesn't mean she'll retaliate by forming a prison party.
So, let's at least have some experience with in-room surgery.
"So now, no."
"Do you still have anything? Speak."
"Oh, ghost, ghost"
"No ghosts, nothing, talk"
I was so scared of Pulan breathing on my shoulder.
She would be teary-eyed, her breath would be interrupted, and she would be sobbing mosquito-like voices, both physically and mentally, but she still wouldn't try to open her mouth.
No, my mouth is too busy being tied to a single letter or unbearably open so that I can open it.
"And don't die."
"I could die," I replied pale, wondering I wouldn't understand. "It is also said that supraabdominal death (techno break) is caused by a heart attack. The point is, women also die to die. If you don't like it, talk."
"Yay!
No, you're a kid.
I thought to myself of the splendid loyalty of the bandit in front of me.
Nothing. I'm not a righteous man. Instead, we can do things that are not humane.
I could even lay my hands on Marc. It's easy.
And in this way, even against the female bandit Pulan, he spreads the great nickname of torture for justice.
(Is there an ethic or something? I forgot about my cleanliness. I want to be as right as possible, but I don't really feel like trying to be as clean as I do)
Honestly, I've been having fun with this since my in-room surgery skills went to LV.3. The task of improving your skills is usually fun. I like this kind of plain work.
Hetty, this is a great opportunity to improve your skills as much as you want.
"Eh! Ugh!"
Oh, was there still a fourth wave?
I'm so stuck thinking that the boundaries have become more subtle since just now, or that Pulan's reaction has gotten around to it, that he's really going to die.
Appraisal skills will need to be used to adjust.
(But well, that's something nobody's coming for)
I'm not lying to you.
I said to Pulan, "Is there one thing you're planning on coming here? Are there other people coming?" He asks the question and confirms that only one Pulan is entrusted here with the psychographic reaction.
But still, I thought Hetty was supposed to call for backup for me, but there's no sign of that at all.
(Did anything happen to the Adventurer Guild?
It may be a silly question to Pulan already to say, "Aim for the Adventurer Guild" or "Aim for the Talent Consultant Mitsuji", but I checked with care to see if he was going to do us harm first.
Pulan's reaction was no.
Perhaps her aim should be in something else more.
"Ahhhhhh..."
With her mouth open small and her voice honking as she shrugged, the female bandit Poulain was trembling a little.
He was trembling as if his righteous face had given up something and probably had a terribly long fifth.
According to variations in the psychograph of the appraisal skills, the fingers are pressure-loss, not unplugged.
Repeating the pressure loosening with that rhythm of body cramping, apparently the creature called man is terribly 'feeling'.
(Oh, did the in-room surgery go Lv.4)
I feel that the protection of my skills has sharpened my fingertips and softened my movements cleverly.
With that, her reaction to Pulan changed slightly. He was snooping around like a stranded snake, stuffing like a deer trembling in a storm and waiting to pass.
He doesn't seem to have the strength to be angry anymore, and he has a grievous look of readiness, like a petition to stop, still stubborn to say or feel.
It just seems to be more of a sexual stimulus than I thought, and I could see the confusion slightly.
The fifth peak has lasted longer than the fourth.
"Huh... Huh"
When I look at her leaking her fine voice in tears, I don't even feel sorry for her any more. Not so much cramps of contractions have subsided since I was crazy earlier.
But keep going.
I'm not doing this blame bitterness with emotion, I'm doing it for indoor surgery. It's just as different to stop with the sentiment that it's pathetic.
(Well, try harder)
Until intra-abdominal surgery is Lv.5. Until the Alliance staff arrives, he'll be the one who should in a way be working time to complete his duties.
I set my own goals in my mind, but I was moving forward in improving my skills.