"Yes, I have the same information"
"The last blood fight means you've almost earned enough money to buy your freedom, right?
"Probably."
"Then it might be subtle to negotiate by offering gold"
I didn't even look like the type to mark my eyes as $.
"I just have some information that interests me"
Sellas came up to me.
Lurking her voice, she continued.
"She's already got enough money to buy herself back two years ago."
"Hmm? So you're saying that for the rest of the two years, you were making money to spend later when you were free?
Is that an ant, too?
So, he said he had plenty of savings.
"But it seems different."
"What do you mean?
"She's trying to buy herself back from someone other than herself."
"So you've been making extra money for two years."
Hmm.
"Until where you're trying to buy back who you are - exactly, don't you see?"
"No."
Cellas has been giving away pieces of paper softly.
"Take this."
Take it and check the contents.
It contained light information and a name.
"Children?"
"It's with a child sold off by a slave trader at the same time as Eve in this Monroe."
"Is that Eve's daughter?
"No, he's not a leopard."
"Hmm."
Sounds like a surprisingly complicated situation.
"But in any case, there's not much room for money."
I remember when I talked to Eve about contraindicated witches.
That feeling.
I had a stubborn impression while I was sassy.
Perhaps it is also beneficial to contraindicated witches.
It might take more than that to get him to talk.
I have an idea.
"Well, what should be used as negotiating material"
I want something.
I have already earned money to buy back my daughter, whom I have just spoken to.
…………
Should this go through Eve already and be in the demon belt?
Or...
Hire Eve as an escort just after you're free?
"Then there's another story I'd like to keep in your ear."
…………
What is this amount of information on Cellas?
It doesn't compare to the amount I've collected.
"One thing before that, okay? How did you get the information now...?
Sellas answered with hesitation.
"I used an informer."
"An informer?
"It didn't seem to be in Mills, but if it's a big city like Monroe, it's one that has an informant who handles information that's not on the table."
So you went to another district?
It's called the idea of where Blue Dragon Stone is redeemed......
There is no place like this.
Speaking of which, you were the leader of the Knights or something.
Did you even use an informer to get back information from day to day?
"I learned about the" dim place ”from the princess. I hear there was also a time within the court for conspiracy swirling. The princess said she was protecting herself while savvy using those backworld people."
The world behind handling dirt work.
In this world it seems to call it a "dim place”.
I see.
Why Cellas is familiar.
Was it the influence of the princess you were serving?
"I apologize for taking you to the informant by yourself in silence. They are extremely reluctant to be accompanied by those who do not know they exist…"
"I leave the judgment to you. You don't have to be sick. It's just, where do you tell if you know that or not?
I asked purely with interest.
"I know how they do it. The” modus operandi ”is something you won't get unless you're an” customer ”of an informer. And" modus operandi ”can prove” customer ”. Because they can easily spot the” method ”of the blade."
Is it like a cipher that only the one who understands?
Looks like a bunch of people who are thoroughly secretive.
I also figured out why Sellas went alone.
I don't know how to do it.
If I had accompanied you, I might have alerted the informant to the darkness.
"I should just have told you about using an informer...... sorry. Um, and..."
Sellas has offered me something to fear.
Empty sachet.
"I've spent all the money I've received on the price of getting information. The... bargaining for them was bad."
"That's not a problem. Thanks to you, we have valuable information. Instead, I should thank you."
"My Lord is still kind."
Cellas with a horny face.
…………
No, you don't even have reason to scold me here.
Think normally.
"So, what's the story you want to keep in your other ear?
"Yes, that's it -"
Cellas said, with a strange face.
"Did you already know that the majority of the most powerful blood fighters in the past have died in their last game?
"Oh, I heard that story, too"
The majority have suffered defeat in their last game.
That's why the last game seems exciting.
Survive or not.
Ultra-low probability survival.
It's like an abandoned ruin.
"But that's the last game, so it's not just a glimmer. What are you doing hitting an opponent?
I don't think it's information that can ever be put on the table.
But,
"Thank you. That doesn't seem to be all."
Cellas crawls around.
Then she came even closer.
A little stretch brings my mouth closer to my ear.
"It's like one of the Dukes running a blood battlefield is doing something to the detriment of a blood fighter on game day."
That is by no means an act of praise.
No, even despicable.
It is an act that unduly tramples the blood fighter's hopes.
But I...
"Hmm."
When it might be an opportunity, I caught it.
I feel like I'm a scum.
"The thread could be there..."