"Now, do you want me to tell you about your relationship with the Jacobinites? Oh, I hope you don't want to. I'll kill you and ask this guy.
"Ya, if you can do it, do it! I belong to Donahamana Knights Squad Two, Canate," Sniping. "
Poor thing. There's a hole in my forehead. Next guy, then. Partially release the water wall.
"My partner's dead. Are you gonna die, too?
"Bye... I want to die. Heh..."
"Then it's a promise. Your life will be saved. Tell me everything honestly.
"Okay, whoa, whoa."
All right, it took.
"Do you still have Jacobini's influence?
"Oh, oh, there is... especially those picked up orphaned like us, who had sworn allegiance to Master Jacobini..."
The effect of contract magic suddenly made the words decent.
"Pick up an orphan? Is there a guy who throws spears at humans?
"Oh... that's civilian (garbage)... I can't show any ability... useless, when branded, oh..."
"What would that be? You mean you survived by showing your abilities?
"Oh, oh... I was told I had a sword talent..."
That's a lie. Jacobini bastard, only the highly conjectured and easy to swear allegiance to. From what I can tell, he's a terrible swordsman.
"Is there still a guy who's sworn allegiance to a Jacobini like that?
"Oh, there he is. There must be a lot here as well as Count Donahamana territory..."
"What about that Earl of Donahamana? You swear allegiance to Jacobini?
"No... the Count said Master Jacobini was annoying... happy to be gone... damn!
Are you saying you're sorry that the octopus over your eyes is gone? That's why you made Jacobini's villa your own separate residence?
"Let me hear some more. How did you meet Jacobini and how long have you been swearing allegiance?
It was a little cumbersome but when I heard the story, Jacobini was still an outside road.
Apparently, every time an orphan gathers twenty people, he imprisons them in a chamber. Men and women alike. Leave it there for about three days.
Three days later, show the food to the orphans dragged out of there. However, eat as they wish. Orphans nearby are beaten down accordingly. Magic shoots into orphans who don't move from the spot.
A meal of about half the number of people will be prepared after Jacobini has enjoyed the whole street. Different with the one who singles, who shares, and who cannot eat. Is that how these guys survived the livestock feast that lasted until Jacobini got tired of it?
You're so mind-controlled. Well, I don't even want to help.
"Well, I know the general situation. What's the matter, you still don't want to die without a Jacobini?
"Oh, and I don't want to die..."
"Phew, then do me a favor. You know anything about fake braves, for example?
"Um, is that the purple man? I don't know... he was strong, but he was crazy... he didn't know what he was talking about..."
Shit, I still don't have any loco info. If I ever run into a fake brave man three times one day, should I take him to the village of Fairwell and even confirm his identity? I know it's absolutely fake, but sometimes it's just in case. You'd be stronger if you were more or less a real brave man. You can't beat me easily.
That's the lack of loco info, and I guess that's it for interrogation.
"I'll give you a break about this for now. Show me to the Count because I have something to worry about.
"Oh, guide? The Count..."
"That's up to Count Donahamana, isn't it? Let's go. You're in a separate mansion?
"No, probably, the main residence..."
"If you don't want to die, show me.
Count Donahamana? You don't have any edge, do you? I don't know what to do with it.