"There's nothing better than to say that you can just stand and behave like the bad guys."
Like a month in jail and waiting for a sentence?
A death sentence that you may never visit - when it's not strange if you're a regular person to be stunned by the fear of death that sneaks steadily from behind.
But there was so much tension in his voice that he didn't feel the moon, he said, as if he would be interested in chatting with a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
"It's the beast in the cage that keeps you quiet. If I had stood within their reach, I would have killed them without hesitation."
"It's not just the beast that's crude and fierce. They could be strong because they had the power to eat others and the sense of smell to sniff and divide their prey. Anyone who sees a glimpse of your bottomless abyss and thinks he's going to be dead by the time he gets here in the first place."
"Thanks for the unhappy rating"
I take the magic guide to light the lights I was sneaking into my nose and gently let the magic flow.
But the intrinsically anticipated passageway conductor didn't even say yes, only magic scattered all around him like water leaking out of a bucket of holes.
Again, the ability to convert magic into magic is inhibited.
This would also be one of the reasons for the low security. Even if we can bring in the magic guide, if we can't use it, we won't have to be vigilant.
"Reesha, give me that."
"Yes."
After a mess of noise, a flaming light rises in the dark.
Rusty iron plaid at the end of his suddenly opened vision.
Beyond that, a man wearing a borough cloth sat in a hush.
"... I miss you, are you a firelight stone"
Leisha puts a stone at her feet called a firelight stone.
This is a type of mineral that reacts to magic and emits slight light. Before the lights by the magic guide became generalized, they used this for night activities.
Although the lights are unreliable like candle fire, they look as good as a man's face.
"Hey. Long time no see,“ Patchworker. "Didn't you lose a little weight?
"Yeah, thanks to you. When you leave here, you have to fix your pants waist."
"You don't have to. I'm sure you won't have a chance to get dressed after you leave."
Knock, and the master rattles his throat.
"-- So?"
"Yeah?"
"No way, you're not even here to talk to the public, are you?
When I narrow my eyes, the master lifts his mouth. [M]
"I know. I didn't give Dada a master or anything."
"... right. I'd really like to talk slowly while drinking apple juice, but I can't even relax because I hate it."
"Yeah, it's roughly 10 minutes after the next shift. If we don't cut it up by then, it could be important."
"Thanks for the advice."
Snorts like a mockery.
Instead of putting his face to my evil state, the master was just smiling calmly.
"Then that's the end of the futile conversation, let's hear it in conclusion. Do you recognize this?
Put out an example drug envelope from the nostalgia and stick it in front of the master.
No change in pupils, pulse, or breathing.
I don't recognize him... and I would have decided that if they weren't this guy.
"Willem Stachima"
"... what?
"Willem Stachima - commonly known as the" panacea "- is a phantom drug that only a handful of nobles and titles recognize for its existence."
"How do you know such a drug exists?"
The master exhales like a heartbroken sigh.
"... Dear Rosie, I thought you said in conclusion. Then you should ask this without asking such a futile question." Where is your dead friend's grave? "
That's what the master says as if he saw through this intent.
You didn't know what a leaping conversation meant, or you were twisting your neck as Leesha would have thought.
"If I was working with Albert Glendreck, no wonder I knew about that drug. Is that why you came here to ask?
"Right."
"And I also heard rumors about the medication. not its effect, but perhaps the raw materials."
"... I'm glad you're in the cage now. If I'd missed it there, many would have sacrificed it by now"
Even though he was aided by Albert, it was only with the master's own insight and thinking skills that he was kept on offending as a "patchworker”.
Think again, I have to repudiate it as a threat.
"Dear Rosie, let's make a deal."
"... there you are"
"Yep. If the information I provided has led me to follow Willem Stachima, promise me you'll get me out of here."