I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to Eat Me

(If you're familiar with trading in the underworld, why don't you talk to him?)

So Taketo came alone to Philippine, a commercial city on the banks of the Phil River. It's the city I've visited before to protect the carbuncle.

As soon as you get to the city, you'll head to the afternoon mass tavern in the back town. Whenever I came here, it was full of alcohol and rotten odor, and the store was dark even during the day.

When I was sitting in the corner of the room and wearing cheap ale, a familiar voice came from behind me.

"Yoo-hoo. Husband, it's been a long time."

Approaching was a middle-aged man with a short, skinny, gawky, impressive bald eye. Damien, an old antiquity dealer who has been doing nosy business in this backstreet for years.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Call me."

"What are you talking about?"

When Damien sits opposite the same table, he orders the same stuff as the tacket.

I've known him since the Carbuncle case.

After the incident, he himself became a full-fledged merchant in Philippine with the help of Taketo, and now he is a straightforward merchant from behind the scenes.

When he came to King's City on errands, he was somehow a few acquaintances other than royal palace officials, to the extent that he sometimes went out to drink with him without work.

Still, he maintains the connections and information networks that he has built up over the years. For Taketo, it was a valuable opponent to pass on useful back society information to us, depending on the money.

Damien drinks cheap sake that is poured into the cup that the clerk brings, and he seems to be cherishing it.

Taketo was drinking alcohol silently, but after a while she said it was like talking to herself.

"You know the city of Grinade."

"Of course, I'll find out. It's a big commercial city to the south. I've been to work a few times."

Before evening, people are neglected in the store. Besides, several fishermen who think they're going back to the ocean are drinking in a noise, so the voices of the tackles whispering in a whisper are obscured by their noise and nothing else leaks.

"So, it seems that there is such a big deal with the Magic Beast, but have you ever heard of it?

"There's a big black market over there, that's all....."

"Looks like he's in auction with a rich guy."

When he heard that, Damien roared with hum.

Judging for sure that he would not answer anything, Taketo continued talking.

"I want to explore the sole this time. If possible, I'd like to infiltrate as a guest, but do you have any clues?

According to Taketo's words, Damien roared further, "Hmm."

The tacket watches it quietly. Because I found him worried about something. I can barely tell what's bothering me. I don't know if I can tell Takette what information he has.

No matter how much information you provide, I don't think Taketo will talk about anything. Sometimes it's about Damien's own safety, and there's a profit and loss account. Of course you're playing the swing in your head.

I thought that if the profit and loss account could be pulled against the side that was advantageous to the tacket, the tacket would take his bag that was under his feet.

"I happen to have something. If you want, I can give it to you."

One bottle of wine came out of the bag. Of course, the contents remain inside and the mouth is securely sealed.

I forced it into Damien's hand in the middle of the day. Damien takes it with a suspicious look.

"I got it from a muscle. You know what it's worth. It's a wine with Mandragola ingredients."

The wine was pushed by Jen, but Damien glanced at the wine bottle. And stroke your bald head many times.

"... no, I'm surprised. In the last few months, I've heard rumors of Mandragora as if it had suddenly gushed down. There's a Mandragora hidden somewhere, and the wine soaked in it flows between the nobles and the royals. But no matter how much I looked into it, neither the source of the rumor nor the actual wine came out, so I thought it was like an urban legend."

I can't tell you that the Mandragora is actually the Taketo himself.

"I'm not sure it's real because it's a seizure of an organization. The one I drank said it felt quite effective."

I leaned the Yale cup whilst saying what a wonderful thing. By the way, I can't say that the man who drank is the king of this country.

Taketo himself had just had that drink, but he was sure that he was strangely refreshed and exhausted that day. Then, when I saw Chante, I felt strangely uneasy and pulled into the barn early after dinner. Speaking of which, Mandragola also had an aphrodisiac effect, and I strongly regretted drinking it. I don't drink that stuff even though I don't have anyone to drink it with.

"No, no... if it works, it's really worth it, whether it's really Mandragora or not."

Damien still rounded his eyes and looked at the wine bottle with an impressive look.

"If you have decisive information about Grinade's Beast auction, you can trade it for that wine.... what do you think?

Damien was still roaring about Taketo's proposal, but when he raised his face, it was already settled in him.

"It's easy to understand. It is easy to arrange to enter the auction as a customer."

"Thank you."

While drinking the ale, the bait smiled. But Damien's eyes cast a sharp light.

"But, husband. Please be careful. If they find out who my husband is, there's no guarantee of my life."

"Ahh... I know."

So, we have a path to Grinade's Magic Beast Auction.

The date will be the next day of the new moon.

That day came quickly.