Hermit Wizard

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“Oh, we're having another conversation. · · · Well, it's over. ”

“What was that about? ”

I will listen to the recording again anyway, but just in case I ask.

“When I asked you if you'd like to evacuate, the woman said no. You said you had a ride ready. ”

“It's no big deal. ”

An employee who was eavesdropping together still smiles with a headset on.

“Suddenly I came in the middle of the night to talk, but I don't have anything to deliver. Looks like you're trying to scout someone you used to know. ”

“It's unlikely that we'll talk openly about PMCs or alien species in our offices."

“Yes, I do. ”

The employee shrugs and raises his/her head.

Meanwhile, Matt and his team focused on the trail left near El Paso, and found it suspicious. Traces of unidentified forces breaking into the branch are so neat, but there are no clumsy traces left after entering the building, and traces left outside the building retreating with the laser.

It seems to be a completely different person before and after the invasion. It is possible to speculate that he would have escaped with him after being brainwashed by the laser. Maybe they weren't the aides of the emitters, but the hypothesis that they were brainwashed trying to capture the emitters was now coming out of the company.

Matt's team discovered the presence of a PMC after intensive digging into the traces left behind. A company whose business owner disappeared a few years ago, and whose official activities were stopped.

However, continuing the investigation revealed that there were clandestine and steady movements between them and tracked several bank accounts associated with them along with the flow of money. This led to the discovery of an allegation that there might be a connection between an account used to financially sponsor this PMC and a private foundation.

There is no conclusive evidence yet, but it was a sufficient discovery to redirect the investigation. Matt began to dig deeply into the foundation, which he had never imagined was sponsoring when he looked at a history of known activities abroad.

Today's the fifth day I started bugging that guy.

“I don't know who she is, but it's a strange voice. But did you say that your dead boyfriend or husband wrote a novel with the protagonist's name Alice? ”

“How do you investigate with a hint like that? If you wait, I'll be out of the parking lot, so take a picture of your car number. ”

“No, isn't that the name of the writer, Alice in Wonderland, from a strange country? Louis Carrol. ”

“Hey, when did Lewis Carol die? ”

“Wouldn't it have been over a hundred years? ”

“There's one or two novels with a protagonist named Alice? Don't make useless noise. Keep an eye on the entrance. There's only one room in that building right now, so the next car that comes out must be riding that voice-over chick. I'm gonna smoke. ”

Matt checks the camera footage outside the truck. After confirming that there were no pedestrians around, he carefully opened the door, came out and turned inside the alley, and lit a cigarette.

What a waste of time this has been for days. Maybe it's a wooden bridge?

He shakes his head biting his thoughts. There are too many suspicious parts, no matter how you look. He puts a cigarette in his mouth, raises his head and looks up at the building. The name of the foundation that houses this building shines with the light of neon sine. Matt read the name without even knowing it.

“Global Initiative for a Better World”

collectively, GIBW.

One of the most famous relief foundations in the world. There are rumors of frequent ad exposure to TV and the size of the rolling relief fund approaching global corporate levels. Matt and his team have been eavesdropping illegally for days. Eugene D. Wright).

Even this morning, he uncovered an incredible amount of time in his late 40s, smiling at the people around him and entering the building. And it's not moving in the office until it's almost midnight. I'm eavesdropping all day, but I can't help it.

Why would that foundation, which specializes in drilling wells in Africa, supplying relief supplies, and road hauling, complex bypass the PMC and deposit large sums? And we can't see that the conversation we're having in there is not suspicious. There are too many awkward contexts for a plain scout proposal. How many times has the word "belonging" been repeated in what context? It also means that I was refused to invite guests.

“Hmm?”

Deeply sucking tobacco smoke into his head, Matt's gaze stopped in one place. The only room in the building with lights on. From the open window, I saw a small thing flying with wings.

Birds? In the middle of the night?

I wanted to see all the birds flying to such a high level. It looks like it was sitting in an open window and flew again. I also wanted to see something like a little dot on the bird's back, but it was because of the light leaking from the office, so I didn't take it lightly.

When you suck the cigarette again, the paper burns blindly and the dark red cigarette adds light.

Looks like it's going to be a long war, right?

Advising him so, Matt exhaled a deep sigh of tobacco.

* * *

The breeze that poured into the night sea of winter could not stand. I constantly look at the black figure as it warms my body.

“This is the last one. ”

The night the moon did not rise, another corpse floated on the beach.

The summoner pushes the man's body to the beach, then still stares at me half-immersed in the sea water. He also told the summoner who threw a glance that seemed to ask if he had anything to do with it.

“Now go back. ”

I opened the channel of my chest, and the sea serpent-shaped summoner who rescued a few dozen bodies from the sea returned to its original dimension.

I stand in front of dead bodies all over the sand beaches. Though I prepared my mind in advance, I have never seen a drowned body with my own eyes. I think I tied a bag full of scrap and sand on my ankle where I got it, and then I went out on a boat and jumped into the water.

I keep my peace of mind and carefully shed my magic on the corpses.

The reaction returned in no time.

Most artifacts were made in the form of accessories such as earrings or rings. As the fake god said, if someone other than the owner touches him or attempts to detach him, he will self-destruct. The absence of a wrist or head among the bodies appears to be a sign of a failure after a false god attempted to do so.

It's an unusual magic pattern, but it's not as untouchable as a fake god did. This level can be analyzed alone without asking Parvash. I exquisitely shed magic to eliminate all the suicide functions of the artifact.

He then begins to search the body's arms directly. As well as retrieving all the artifacts, I searched for items to verify their identity. Most had things like wallets and passports in their body. I don't know if my ID is real, but I need to secure it first. Even though it's quite damaged in the sea water, we should use our hands somehow.

It is not just this‘ belonging ’that has been damaged in the sea water. I look down at the bodies and ask Parvash.

“If these guys were alive, wouldn't they be able to somehow suppress a fake god and reveal their identity? ”

As long as they were all dead, I couldn't find a way to extract the information in my head.

[I don't know what kind of magic it was that kept me from remembering, but if my skills were at this artifact level, I might have been able to destroy the spell.]

“That's right. Then I could have blackmailed a fake god and robbed him of his memory. I can't believe you're making me kill myself. ”

There will be limits to revealing the identity of this organization with only artifacts. The best thing is to interrogate the parties directly, but I can't think of a way to extract information about the dead right now. You didn't even learn the magic of your lineage in the first place. If you come now and start your training, it will take too long. It's inefficient.

In any case, I decided to recover all these bodies as planned. Load the corpse into a cold-rolled container and then compress it with a carefully prepared order for a few days. After losing both its original weight and volume, it was picked up with two fingers and then put in a backpack.

“We have to find a way. A way to find out who they are. Why did you raid that fake god, what was the size and power of the traffickers? How do you intend to replenish the dragon? ”

Parvasse nods.

“Now, let's go back. ”

* *

“The moon is so bright. ”

The pearl house with its head out the window faces down this time. I watched the rapidly passing landscape beneath me, curled up in the light.

“Is there any way to improve this liquor, the great sinus? ”

“What if it's an upgrade?”

“If there was a way to get this far in the first place, I don't think that I and my brother Garam had to do that a few months ago. ”

“Pearl Master, do you mean because you don't know how much your elders have done to complete this drink? ”

“Not like that, but...

The pearl master blurs his words as if he could not shake his regrets.

“Almost a month's work was done on both the backlog and the Han River. If it's not for the whole town, you will never open this liquor again. Especially Margo Elder said that you will never move the town again while you are alive. ”

“Is there any way to make it possible to improve the size of the village, not to move it, but to blow two of our own? ”

“According to the principle of this liquor, it doesn't matter whether it's a town, a pearl house, or a hard job. ”

At that time, the gorilla that was lying in the sky with its body occupying the ball field flips over toward this side. He uses his long nose as a finger to point to the pearl house.

“Pearl, you were sleepy the last time you took the type with you for a while. Do you need that drink? ”

I blush my face.

“I lost my mind and didn't see it, but I heard that my brother Garam was almost half invoiced! ”

“No, it's the first time I've ever been so tall.”

“If you look at it like that, isn't it amazing? Flying at the same speed as then, there is no crowd in the body, and even if you look down, you feel less stunning."

Oil throws the farm.

“After all, is it because I didn't have enough alcohol? ”

“Oh, no, not like that. ”

The pearl house quickly changed the subject.

“By the way, thank you for letting me stay at McGae ( ) while I travel. The house I live in is too old to be moved. It's more like a burden for seniors. ”

“Oh, really. The pearl house needs to be rebuilt. ”

Yooseong nods and asks me what I think.

“Would you like some mackerel if you need it? Plant it in the center of the house to be built, it will increase the utility of spreading liquor around the house. ”

“Oh, no. I know Mac people use it that way, but I'm okay. ”

The pearl house is forced to laugh and refuse. Mackerel ( ) is a good name for pulsation, but it is because it has been floored and steamed on top of it for as long as it knows how to make it.

“Oh, I understand. It's a familiar notion only for our kind, but also for others."

Yooseong laughs bitterly as he says, and he wakes up from the ground as if he had realized something.

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