A large square in the heart of the Wang capital.
To the east is the shopping district, to the west is the pleasure district, to the south is the capital's main gate, and to the north is the royal castle.
It's a big street that connects these to the cross.
Large crowds go out, street performers show their moves, and sometimes events open. First class in Kingdu Chitoku.
Built on its east side, the three-story Merchant Guild.
On the top floor, in the guild chief's office, the two figures were exchanging words.
"More and more people are sniffing around these days."
Sitting on the couch and reporting that is a thin, thin man with eyes.
The body is thin but feels whipped supple. If you look at what you see, you'll see that there's no gap in what you're doing.
"There's never been anything like it."
Turn your back on the man sitting on the reception set, guild leader looking out the window.
Under the cloudy skies, in the squares beneath the eyes, many people were coming and going.
"Which hand, you know?
"Perhaps the Empire."
To that word, the guild leader will be.
"Have you finally got your eyes on me?"
And I gave my own answer.
"Because I have an active role on the northern front. Tauro, I don't know if you've ever felt anything to do with your style of combat or this AWALK."
Thin-eyed skinny man, silent.
He is the chief of The Assassin's Guild. I've been guarding Tauro more closely than ever before.
Although the name is the one, the main task is escort.
"Why don't we do the same with the Adventurer Alliance guys"
Adventurer Alliance that was considered the most likely to cause harm. But when they realized the Alliance of Assassins existed, they didn't come with their hands.
Why the Adventurer Alliance is after Tauro?
It is because of the activity of the merchant guild knight, which is greatly detrimental.
With Tauro starting to ride the old lady Old Lady, the safety of the trading route has improved remarkably.
As a result, the need for merchant escorts was greatly reduced.
"Buy it until your wallet is empty, carry it!
The merchants use it as a motorcycle, sitting on a wagon stand loaded with goods, and begin to travel freely around the place.
A guard with slow legs, on top of costly costs.
Then liberated they bought to the limit of their funds, blasted the streets, and sifted and sold off the hot valves.
"What are you talking about!
While the flow of things improved, there were those who ate the split. Adventurers.
Walking streets of warcraft and bandits. Until now, their accompaniment is mandatory to get through there safely.
In addition, due to the poor flow of goods, the material was forcing local consumers.
Consequently, there has never been a constant request for collection.
"I'm not kidding! You can't live like this."
Adventurer Guild lobby.
The way they were stuffed at the counter, they were chopped.
Few stickers now ask for escorts, and few requests to collect.
Because it is inexpensive and sold if you go to the mall, even if you do not request to collect it.
"... because of that bastard"
Naturally, the Adventurer Alliance hostiled the Merchant Alliance pilots.
"You have to be. Tauro, absolutely protect you."
Concerned about the movement around him, the Alliance Commander asked the Assassin Alliance to escort him.
You feared the name, and the existence to do harm did not appear. At least until now.
"The target is not just Mr. Tauro. All those close to the knights, such as the upper levels of the Merchant Alliance, the guards in the hangar, and the mechanics."
The look on the Alliance's face makes it increasingly tannic.
"Turn it off?
If the Merchant Guild will hold your ass to the end, I will. That's what the chief's eyes say.
No matter how much, 'Escort is the main business, assassination is just a sign,' the Assassin Guild is still a bunch of assassins.
If you look at the consideration, there is no hesitation in action.
Without moving one facial expression, the chief waits for a reply.
I can't talk to the Chancellor or the Knights Commander.
We're being targeted by the Empire, so we need help. Why? That will happen.
Knowing its power, it should undoubtedly twist out what will be 'Operation Landburn Recapture' and try to execute it.
It may be said that some crazy people invade the Emperor's capital backwards and take the Emperor's life.
Stupid thing.
If ordered, the Merchant Guild Knight thinks it works just like that.
The inferior obeys the eminent. You take that for granted.
Senior officials who have spent time within the administration. Occupational illness, seen from time to time by them.
(Then shall I decide my belly, too?)
The guild chief looked back and gazed at the chief of the assassin guild.
"Do it thoroughly. Gold and responsibility, all taken on by the Merchant Guild"
Quiet tone, but cohesion is as powerful as shivering the ground.
The chief swallowed his spit and unconsciously pressed his back against his back.
"... ok. I'll remember your liver."
Let the handkerchief suck the sweat on your forehead. The chief gets up.
The guild chief turned around, as he had originally done, and continued to look at the square through the window.
A large group of stone warehouses, built in a sandy capital.
It's the hangar of the Imperial Forge Guild.
Inside stands the Knights of the Imperial Knights, serviced and renovated.
office at the corner of it.
An old man sat in a chair with his arms together and an inventive look on his face.
(It's genius work)
In my heart, I sigh.
View in the hangar, visible through the window.
What he's looking at is a lying white knight.
Words and backs, no colour of praise in their eyes.
(Too solitary. I just think I put it together with all my heart)
He is the deputy guild leader of the Imperial Forge Guild.
And he was tasked with analyzing the boxed daughter.
(Honestly, I doubt the blueprints existed)
They're expensive painted, and depending on the angle, they also look pearlescent, boxed daughter's cavalry.
I grudgingly stare at it.
The combination of magic formations, such as twisted yarn balls, had significantly inhibited the analysis work.
And from the head of the Blacksmith Guild, he kept being blamed day and night for figuring out what it was.
(As for attack magic, that was unexpected)
Initially, the most anticipated new technology. Magic formation that activates high-output magic with less magic power.
But such did not exist.
Among the boxed daughters were only conventional magic formations that demanded an amount of magic that could not be covered by the pilot alone.
In other words, the magic power needed to activate this is no different than it has been before.
(Stuck)
To change his mood, the deputy guild leader takes a big, deep breath.
(Would you like to change the incision?)
Previous surveys are from the perspective of 'how do you achieve high-output ranged attack magic?'
So now, we expand our thinking from the opposite direction.
(Disadvantages, not strengths. What are the flaws that make you hesitate to operate?
Think of the information in your head, one by one.
But on the way, a fierce sleeper attacked me.
(Because I haven't slept satisfactorily lately)
I managed to endure it but couldn't stop it and drop my consciousness while keeping my back in the chair.
There are people in and out of the office, but nobody tries to wake them up. Because I knew I was imposing.
More than a dozen minutes in time.
(... Ah!
It's not time to make up for the lack of sleep. But the deputy guild leader wakes himself up in such a way that he doesn't feel any meltdown.
While I was asleep, there was something connected in my head.
(Requires a lot of magic, high-output attack magic. A kingdom knight who falls and falls around. And a boxed girl attacking her allies)
The landburn match scene in my head goes reproduced as if I had seen it coming with my own eyes.
(Could the magic have been drawn from the back of the pilot's soul?
That's the new technology. A move that delivers high-output attack magic.
(Ugh!)
Moments, cold air runs through your spine and your whole body grows gross.
An unforgivable abyss, I thought I glanced at it.
(It is not an area where people may step in)
There must definitely be a huge price. I can't help but think so.
(For example. What if you can't stand being sucked up and the pilot's mind goes crazy?
A pilot who loses reason and fanaticizes "Berthak" attacks his allies with his powerful powers.
For that reason, the knights around them fell, suppose the Knights Commander Knight was attacked.
(... Heavy Lancer Crusade on Heavy Horses!
Remember, a lightning strike falls in your brain.
Cause the kingdom lost many knights and brought in this invasion of the Empire. It's a huge defeat in the Heavy Lancer crusade.
At that time, in the battlefield, high-output long-range attack magic struck the knights of the kingdom more than once.
I thought it was strange.
Heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer is a powerful warcraft, but the only way to fight it is through assault.
If you don't forget to do it, you won't be the enemy of a total collapse of the Knights.
(The kingdom brought up the ghost knight Ghost Knight to fight the heavy horse "Heavy Lancer". But on the way, Ghost Knight falls out of control)
Only hypothetical. But surprisingly, the story goes through.
Ghost Knight, a ghost knight who is supposed to cover, suddenly unleashes attack magic on his allies.
To the point of confusion over unexpected events, this time a heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer assault.
No matter how powerful the Knights are, it will not be a hoarding one.
"I see. Unless this pushes me into so much trouble, I'm not sure I want to use it"
I nod and put it in my mouth.
"Four shots were reserved for the Expeditionary Army for fear of fanaticism."
The technicians who were in and out of the office when they saw the deputy guild chief, who started to bump and whine, gave a look of anticipation.
Like I grabbed something, because I saw it.
Deputy guild leader sinking into thought. But the sound of a knock sounds like it interferes with it.
One of the officials showed up from the hallway. He was a man I've been completely familiar with lately.
The deputy guild leader speaks first in a fed up tone.
"I know. I'm guessing the guild chief is calling."
The clerk, who nearly opened his mouth, looked sorry and nodded.
(The guild leader is also under pressure from the top, I guess)
I can see that.
But I want you to stop putting pressure on yourself.
If you are called out many times a day like this, nothing moves forward.
(You want something you can report)
So the deputy guild manager decided to put on a pillow saying, 'It's only hypothetical,' and talk about the fanaticism.
The fact is, I just came up with it, and I haven't done any validation. That is the task ahead.
(Wouldn't this also reduce the pressure from the top a little)
If you know how much it's going, you'll be relieved up there.
That's how you think. Go up the stairs and head to the Imperial Forge Guild's Guild Leader's Office.
But the vice guild chief, a raw engineer, thought lightly.
The head of the clerical guild gently removed the part called 'It is only a hypothesis'.
This would have been a difference in consciousness. The distance between 'hypothesis' and 'fact' was much closer than the deputy guild leader.
And the guild chief immediately went to his boss.
"As a result of our Forge Alliance's total strength and analysis, we have discovered surprising facts."
It was tough, the guild leader reports as he talks all over his face.
A middle-aged woman with a smile and admiration. I am part of a round-table meeting.
Thus the information that "the price is the fanaticism of the pilot" went up to the round table conference hosted by the emperor.
After a round table meeting at the palace, the old man with a warm face returns to his private residence.
When I told the butler on the doorstep to call a certain person, he went up to the study.
(Great progress was made in the blacksmith guild, but this one hasn't gotten anything yet)
I remember the face of a strained middle-aged woman who sat face to face at a round-table meeting and it offends me.
The middle-aged woman, who is responsible for analyzing the boxed daughter, reports the results with a rough nose. The emperor had given me the word of labor.
(As it is, we're out of position)
I haven't been shown any fragrant work here lately.
Until then, under the borderline uncle, he assisted in working activities to the kingdom.
It is a weakening of the kingdom, using drugs.
But the sawdust is exposed. The tissue has been uprooted.
(Thought I got away with it)
Having cut off the future of Uncle Borderline, he returns to Imperial City for ill health.
He was a direct report, a man with a handle shaped mustache. I've had a grudge with my sleepy eyes, but it's not him who cares.
When he succeeded in losing money, he lowered his chest.
(I didn't know that would drop the landburn this fast)
A ship that he regarded as sinking suddenly ascended into the sky. Besides, it's as soon as I get off.
As a result, the Borderline Bo Yi Party danced to the head of the birth street, and he is seen with white eyes.
If you go on and fail again, you could lose your round table seat.
(If I had stayed, I could have leaped myself)
I remembered the past and remembered the burning sensation in my chest.
That's where the knock sounds.
It was one old man who showed up, guided by a butler.
"For your help."
This old man looks warm-faced old man's men.
In a whorehouse owned by him, he has worked concierge for many years.
"I want you to send people to the whorehouse in the kingdom and explore the people there."
Continue the words as you look up from your chair at the old man as he stands.
"I'm a knight pilot in a merchant's guild. Contact me and get information on the knight."
"Yes, sir."
Put your hands on your chest and bow your head politely.
The whorehouse run by an old man with a warm face is one of the best in the capital.
But that's just the face of the table. Behind you is your face as an intelligence agency setting up honey traps.
And this old man, as a master concierge, had ruled the institution.
"In the Hanayou realm of Wangdu, he seems quite a well-known man. Are you okay?"
Answer the old man with a warm face, quietly.
"No matter how you name it, it's in a country with only a shallow whorehouse of history. It is known."
It will be a century-long story, but the kingdom is certainly a nation built in the midst of warcraft and manhood.
Empire is a place where people have always lived. The shallows of history are incomparable.
"Let me remind you what a real woman tastes like."
That's what I say, hoisting both ends of my mouth.
The look was full of confidence.
In fact, men and women trained in his whorehouse continue to be active, both inside and outside the country.
Playing in a whorehouse is the sagging of gentlemen and ladies. The lobby of the whorehouse is a place to socialize and exchange information.
People called celebrities are invited like every night to deepen their get-togethers.
And sometimes we do business, or we do things differently.
His intelligence apparatus, which devours the spot naked, has done much good.
"Pilots, though civilian knights, have a high social standing."
"Right. If I were to go, I'd be a pretty good store."
The old man with a warm face nods.
"Okay. Stay connected to luxury stores here"
"Best regards, This one is for the best."
"Please."
The old man leaves the room after a few meetings and heads to the whorehouse.
Already in my head, I was starting a candidate.
(The subject hears that they are rendering several women incapacitated)
Hmm, snorts.
I uttered great things before the Lord, but I forbid chronic hearts.
(Pretty big guy. If you think about it and deal with it, it hurts.)
With a falling bottom, his eyes reflected the light sharply.
(That's her.)
Its radiant appearance. She was the only one who told a few of them.
Not at all, impeccable.
The old man was satisfied and strengthened the grin on his mouth.
Thus a woman went to Wang Du via a third country.
References by nobles from third countries. With that in her hand, she turned her legs to the luxury whorehouse in Kingdu.
The name of the store is Jaanne.
A store that sent out representatives of the Kingdom to a friendly match held earlier in the Holy City.
But I didn't know the old man with the warm face, and the old man who sent her out.
Merchant Alliance pilots are prohibited from entering and leaving this store.
(Come anytime. Merchant Alliance pilot.)
The skilled operative waves his hips against the famous men of Wang Du.
In a short period of time, he gained enthusiastic support from some of his brothers.
(For the sake of being a famous Hanayagi, you're not gonna show up.)
By the end of the tenth day she starts to feel a little uneasy.
Rumors are things that get bigger.
In fact, someone who can only rarely come to a luxury store. It's possible.
It's a little further before a colleague brings her the talk of a ban on entry and exit.
Until then, she waited restlessly.