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Drag Baron Lindbergh into the room in the back with Melissa.

This room was for Salma, the leader of the Gleasons, to use to talk to clients and valued guests, and she was talking about something with Baron Lindbergh until the four raiders returned.

For that reason, there was a little extravagant sofa and table in the room.

Throw Baron Lindbergh on the couch where he pulled us together. We sit on the couch across the street, too.

"Me, you think you can do this to me for free!

Osama over forty says that with his body trembling.

The way it looks only looks funny.

"You think you're in a position to say that? The Gleasons are already devastated. The only reason I'm still keeping you alive, my client, is because I want information."

"Information!?

I'm pretty sure it was Baron Lindbergh who made the request to the Gleasons.

But it is clear that someone else is involved in this one, in addition to Baron Lindbergh.

"I knew I didn't have the funds to make a request to the Gleasons because I knew about you if Melissa over here was to the extent of rumors. Let's be convinced that's because he said he collected taxes from Polo and the people. But a demon attraction trap like the one you used on the road isn't the kind of substitute you'd get if you had money. How'd you get that?

That trap required advanced technology.

In order to acquire such magic tools (magic items), it is necessary to obtain them directly from someone who specializes in the study of magic tools. Is it a substitute for the like-minded Lindbergh family, albeit aristocratic?

"Why should I answer the questions of civilians like you?

I've said that with Nitanita and a creepy grin.

I had no choice but to wrap an electric shock around my right hand, which I put up with a smile.

"Hih!"

"You don't seem to understand your position."

Slowly lower your hands toward Baron Lindbergh.

- The Gargando Chamber of Commerce.

I couldn't stand the fear anymore and said the name of one of the chambers of commerce.

"The Gargando Chamber of Commerce?

"Is that it..."

It wasn't a familiar name to me, but it sounded like a name Melissa knew.

"The Gargando Chamber of Commerce has grown in size in the last few years."

"Like the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce?

"No, indeed, the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce is also a chamber of commerce that has grown in size in a short period of time, but that has taken more than ten years. In contrast, the Gargand Chamber of Commerce has grown in size in a short period of several years, with impetus approaching the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce. It was possible because, unlike the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce, it threatened people to become commercial enemies or pushed them into situations where they could not do business."

Are you gonna be okay doing that?

"I was told that the Gargand Chamber of Commerce would have an organization that would undertake dark things behind it, which would mean it was the Gleasons"

Melissa began to colour the room after a bare gesture to think of something with her hands on her chin.

The room also seemed to be in Salma's office, with desks and closets.

Sounds like you have some ideas, and I'll leave you to Melissa.

"So, what does it have to do with the Gargando Chamber of Commerce?

"The first thing I learned was that the Gargand Chamber of Commerce was coming to me and Milene was coming back to the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce. So... he asked me if I wanted revenge and I scratched the funds I needed to make a request in a big hurry. After that, I wanted to ask the Gleasons, who were referred to the Gargand Chamber of Commerce, to regret not talking to me."

Wasn't the demonic attraction trap prepared by Baron Lindbergh, but by the Gargand Chamber of Commerce, which was at the back of both the Lindbergh and Gleason families?

"You're getting a little troublesome."

"Really?

Melissa tells me while I look for something.

"The Gargando Chamber of Commerce now handles a wide range of things from groceries needed for life to magic tools that will aid you in your combat abilities. That trap is probably what we got from somewhere in the business, but there are many of them, more troublesome than dealing with a fallen nobleman like the Lindbergh family."

"Oh, fallout!?

Baron Lindbergh was eager to hear his assessment, but he doesn't look like he cared about Melissa at all.

"You should think that force control from the front doesn't make sense."

"Right..."

They can't find their base and control them like this one.

"So if you want to crush, you should crush every tissue."

I was thinking about what moves to make against the Gargando Chamber of Commerce, but I hear Melissa already has a plan.

I took a bunch of paperwork out of my desk drawer and spread it over my desk.

"What's that?

"It's a contract between the Gargand Chamber of Commerce and the Gleasons."

"What?"

Remove one sheet from the bundle of documents on the desk to see what is written.

It did indeed say something about the lending of magic tools to the Gleasons from the Gargand Chamber of Commerce when attacking the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce.

"Isn't it usually something you don't leave on paperwork or something when it's dark behind like this?

Just have it to prove it.

If nobility cares about the public and if you're a merchant, you shouldn't want to be thought of as having a connection with someone with dark rumors behind you because credibility comes first.

"I can only say that Salma Gleason was competent about this. Looks like he left it as insurance for retaliation or betrayal. If you look at the format, the Gargando Chamber of Commerce has signed the documents made by Salma Gleason."

You keep such important paperwork in your desk drawer or something?

I thought so and looked in the drawer, and there was a safe inside it with sturdy keys, but both were melted in drools.

"Melissa......"

Isn't it too much to melt the metal just because you can't unlock it?

"There are many other things of value, so let's decide to take them all home. Give me the toolbox."

"Oh, oh..."

Shouldn't we just turn it into a storage ring?

I put the important paperwork in my drawer into my storage ring when I thought that way, and it went inside the big safety-by-toolbox that was in my closet.

"Well, there's my money in that safe!

"I'll take this home as a nuisance fee"

There were other expensive pots in the room, booze to drink with the business people. I put everything I could in the toolbox. Limits were coming that this was just a storage ring.

"It's about time we finished outside, so let's go."

Return to the warehouse.

At the center of the warehouse, Ira was collecting the men's gear.

"What...?

And Baron Lindbergh also noticed another unusual sight.

"There's no bloodstain anywhere on the other hand...?

There were no bodies left anywhere scattered in the warehouse, not even traces of blood creeping up on the floor.

I wanted to wipe out our existence as much as possible. That's why we needed to make sure we didn't even leave the fact that there was a fight in the warehouse, so we were asking for the bodies and blood stains to be erased.

It was the slime with a translucent viscous body that I secretly summoned (samon) before entering the room - the ability to clear slime.

"Very much so."

Ten clear slimes scattered all over the warehouse come by my side.

Clear Slime takes dirt and smells attached to floors and walls into your body with demons that also act as cleaners in the labyrinth. It's an excellent demon that will digest without even leaving a bone if you take in the adventurer's flesh in the same way.

"So this is all the gear for the Gleasons?

"Yes."

I asked Ira to collect their gear.

To be honest, the gear that might be worth it is about the magic sword that Salma had, but because it is a loot for me, I decided to take it away as much as I could.

Ira strips the men of weapons and protective equipment, and Clear Slime disposes of the body.

The warehouse housed not only the equipment, but also the magic tools, so everything was stored inside the tool box.

"Oh, you guys...!

"What?

"You don't think anything by imitating like whipping the dead like this!?

"I don't think so. This is the war they started. Everything we bet on is our own, including our lives. We win, so we get everything from the losers. You deserve it."

"Kisama......!

I'm angry about some misunderstanding.

To be clear, I'm not going to be able to draw any more useful information from this guy.

"I'll tell you because you don't seem to understand. Our enemies include not only the Gleasons, but also you who made the request."

"Huh...?

It was then that he finally realized he was surrounded by clear slime and retreated. But there was a clear slime ahead as well.

"If you talk about information, you'll miss it..."

"I haven't said a word about that"

I just threatened him a little and told him to talk information.

I don't even remember mentioning what happens after we talk about information.

Conversely, I don't remember this guy.

"We had declared from the beginning that 'we were not going to let one get away'. How could I have thought that only I could escape? That's not surprising."

Kick Baron Lindbergh's body a little deeper.

Ahead there is a clear slime waiting to fall.

"Gahhhhh"

I hear screams from inside the slime.

I'm desperately trying to get out of the slime, but the other slimes overlap to overlap one slime and add more volume.

The distance to the exit becomes distant and it stops moving at some point.

By the time a few seconds later, nothing was gone from the body of the slime.

"It's also about getting evidence and loot, and it's possible we won't be able to make it to dinner if we don't get home. Let's hurry home."

"Right."

The last thing we do in the warehouse is if we go outside and block our own open entrance and exit.

Well, when we get back to the inn, we'll have dinner and go into the hot springs one more time.