Down the mountain, the bandits caught returning to the country were imprisoned in barracks.
Then we were to celebrate, but politely refused.
I haven't slept much since I've come to this other world. The second climb was in charge, so it was less tiring, but the last time I slept was less than an hour before Ilyas woke me up.
When I complained about the area with a serious face, one of my grandpa knights told me to use the bunk beds freely so I could wipe my body, then borrow my clothes and sleep refreshed.
And have a pleasant day.
The beds provided for the boulders were of different quality, although the beds were able to sleep well in the storeroom. Physical condition is perfect, except that muscle pain cannot be removed.
Thought so, but the belly worm was complaining of hunger with a good sound.
"I need you to share something to eat..."
Get out of bed and out of the bedroom.
I meet one of my grandfather knights when I wander around appropriately.
It's definitely a spear... is it a name?
I was introduced lightly, but honestly I don't remember.
A Japanese name might have painstakingly remembered it, but it's not as good as remembering nearly ten horizontal names in a single introduction.
"Whoa, that's you. I think I fell asleep."
"Yes, thanks to you. Uh, was that your name?"
"Karagujesta-Domiturkovkon."
Hmm, I'm not sure I can even remember it alone. Surely the rest of the Grandfathers was a long name as well.
"Sorry, I can't remember a bit"
"Phew, phew! They often say that. Just call me Grandpa Kara."
"That helps...... Grandpa Kara, can you just get some food? I've only eaten nuts in the last few days..."
"Oh, that's not going to work. Yesterday's leftovers are still there, if you will."
Honestly, anything is fine.
When I go to the dining room as I am guided, I do have a lot of meals left over that have not been cleaned up on a plate.
They are all dishes that feel wild, convenient for junk food lovers.
"Do you want to just reheat the soup?
"Take it and put it in your belly, whatever you want."
Eat soup in the meat that you have sacrificed.
Even if it tastes like I usually feel lonely, it's delicious enough now.
Not enough to say that I had my first dish in this world but it didn't fit my mouth.
Something like herbs with a slight habit is used. The aroma is strong, but it seems to successfully mislead the raw odor of the meat.
The soup also simply simmers ingredients with herbal-like ingredients.
It just seems that no salt is used in every dish. Did I just say that salt and the like, which can be taken from the sea only in countries surrounded by mountains and forests, are precious or not in circulation?
It tastes thin to modern people, but much better than roasting nuts.
When I ate until I was satisfied, Grandpa Kara, who had disappeared without me, drew water to a wooden jock.
"It would have been nice to drink, but Elias seems to be in trouble. Why don't you show him your face after this?
"Mm, okay. But why don't we clean this up before then?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He rolled his arms and headed for the dishes.
And while chatting with Grandpa Kara, he will be visiting the rest room beside the cell where Mr. Ilias is.
Sounds like this barracks is like a gatekeeper guarding the castle gate, and a garrison of knights guarding the perimeter of the castle.
Originally, Grandpa Kara and Mr. Ilias had police duties, including castle town policing, and this bandit exodus was specially appointed by Mr. Ilias.
Yeah, well, they call this country Tarzys.
"Ooh, Ilyas. I brought the boy."
"Oh well"
Ilias is sitting in a chair, thinking somewhere up in the sky.
"How does it look to break your mouth?"
"Oh, I left it to those who are good at it, but still don't seem to work. They told me if I got any tougher, I'd die."
What a fuss.
"Break your mouth? Are you interrogating a bandit?
"Oh, yesterday I did get a glimpse of a bandit flavor, but there are other flavors of bandits nesting in this Tays. I thought there was some kind of exchange and exchange of information from the fact that bandits can't fight each other..."
Well, that's not to say I'm dealing with one country with a flavor of bandits of that size.
"I know less. Can I ask you what's going on?
"Oh, so is that"
The beginning began when the king of Ghane, the neighbour, took his place.
The new King of Ghane said it strengthened the country with brilliant skill and restricted the activities of criminals.
Then the criminals leave Ghane and flee to neighbouring countries. One of them is this Tays.
Tays territory boasts an unbeatable territorial breadth, but there are many forests and mountains, and they saw it as an excellent point for the bandits to base.
And many acts of looting have occurred in recent years. The knights begin to act to converge it.
But the bandits avoided a battle with the knights, cleverly poking at the gap and repeatedly plundering.
"I see. Couldn't you have captured him or something?
"I used to sneak knights on the carrier and disguise them as merchants, but in vain. They use detective magic."
Detective magic, something that allows you to perceive the presence of a certain amount of magic around you with its height, even if you are not in your sight.
I see, with it, you can find it hidden or not, and even in disguise, in knights with unusually high intrinsic magic, are you going to be considered dangerous?
It would mean a magical version of the thermosensor that senses the heat source. Seems really convenient.
"But the fact that we're checking the amount of magic on this side means that if we use detective magic from this side, we can find the other way around?
"There was a time when I caught on. But the opponent sees things from the woods. I'm caught in detective magic, and I can escape to the back."
Speaking of which, you said it yesterday. If detective magic is used, the side that was used will notice it.
"With all that speed, I think we can use detective magic, but we can go after him."
"Whatever. But the opponent sprinkles the" Demon Stone "on the run."
"Magic Stone?
"What do you not even know about that? Where are you from, kid?"
"This is it."
I said that and showed a transparent stone with a hint of yellow and green.
The size is about the size of a bead, and it is not particularly processed.
I got the impression that it was more of a glass stone than a gem.
"This stone wraps certain magic around it in proportion to its size. When magic touches that magic, the stone reacts, breaking down the magic construction and dispersing it as magic. It's a stone that seals magic, as you put it."
What a fantasy kill. Being in a magical world made me want to learn magic with inner excitement. That kind of desire was firm, but I say that magic killings are natural.
"Is this stone precious, by the way?
"That's enough to buy a kid's allowance."
Oh, is that the level?
"What do you mean, a wizard is almost powerless in action?"
"You mean the Warrior of Magic Specialization? Right. If you are an extra user, you can magically fly a rock to avoid the effects of the magic sealing stone, but you will be powerless simply by being released the magic sealing stone at close range. Bringing in a giant magic seal stone when it comes to war often prevents the entire battlefield from using magic."
"I was wondering if I could use detective magic or something if I had one of these?
Naturally, the question arises whether magic that foes a range centered on itself, if used, will also include and deactivate the demonic seal stone in the range.
"Oh, if you use it in all directions. So squeeze the direction and use it. If you have a companion with a magic seal stone beside you, cut the detection range of that companion in the direction and use it. The trick is, but it's not a tricky technology. Those who are accustomed to it will also be able to use magic while equipping themselves with demonic sealing stones. They're limited in size."
"You can be clever, too."
"Oh, I'm working out. It will still be difficult to utilize magic in action, as it is not immediately apparent which sizes others possess."
"By the way, a magic seal stone was kept together in a room in yesterday's cave. Avoid the direction of the room if you want to detect the surrounding area."
Hmm, stones that can adjust the disabling range depending on size.
Besides, the price is reasonable, so you can dispose of it.
Throw it away while you're on the run and you can effectively interfere with the tracker's detective magic.
Then what if the merchants had it?
No. Having the means to cancel detective magic still means being judged to have some means of resistance and being able to hide.
No, if I let him hold it the other way around, is it hard for the bandits to attack, too?
"If we let the merchants hold it instead of the pass, won't the bandits be on guard and the damage will be reduced?
"Surely the first detective magic can be rendered powerless. But if the location is identified to some extent, and you avoid it, you can use detective magic again."
"If you bring in a large quantity or a large size?
"Disabling detective magic temporarily works. But then they will attack the merchants with one or eight. If you mix the plumes in it, you may be able to catch them one day, but many sacrifices will be made. It's hard to make everyone drink that suggestion"
Mm-hmm. No merchant wants to take the risk of an unfortunate sacrifice.
More than that, the bandits will be searching for new ways to make a mess of it.
Defeat enemies to ensure that only those who can attack them are attacked.
Conversely, if they are defeated, they will use the Demon Seal Stone to escape.
Very troublesome bandits.
Thinking about it like this, there was less intrinsic magic, but it would therefore have been a shame if a different world person, who was not perceived as people-level by detective magic, had accidentally discovered the stronghold of the bandit and leaked that information.
Then the tension is up.
"In the end, you have to crusade."
"Yeah, but I thought I grabbed that tail... I'm not going to get any info"
And finally, I get back to my current problem.
If we don't make use of the information from the captured bandits, we've only reduced the damage rate a little bit.
No, I'd be happy to get more credit, and if the other bandits became active, the damage wouldn't be the same.
"Speaking of which, isn't there anything in magic that brainwashes or manipulates?
"Speaking of which, there is. But it requires magic on the head. And these guys have little demon seal stones embedded in their heads about how they did it. If you try to force it out, you'll just die just like that."
It's thorough. I guess I don't have to have surgical skills, but I guess it's hard to think about the standards of this world. Magic would also allow for precision removal, but it would be nice to have stones embedded that would invalidate that magic in the first place.
Nevertheless, the bandits, I was afraid not to give in to the interrogation of these gorilla knights.
Is there an extra sense of companionship, no. Almost all of the bandits we captured yesterday have destroyed it.
Is information about other bandits even more important than life, anyway, if it's within you?
"I was just wondering, can I just let you play the interrogator?
Both Mr. Ilias and Grandpa Kara looked strange and looked at this one.
And take one bandit to the interview room - no, to the interrogation room, to this day.
Detective drama is fine because I'm not particularly willing to torture you, pinch your desks and sit in each other's chairs.
"Am I? What the hell?"
"A new interrogator."
"Ha, is he like a sprouts next to a knight? Tayz is low quality too. Hey."
"You won't need muscle for interrogation. Painful is resistant to doing."
"It's not just sprouts, it's spirits. Kill me. I'm gonna give you guys some information. Nothing."
Awesome, scary.
They have plenty of Hate coming this way.
Already interrogated by a knight. No, you must have been tortured. I see many new wounds in my body.
But I saw more monsters than that, so my liver and I sat down.
"Then why don't you tell me why I can't talk to you?
"What?"
"I'm trying to get your information with that hand right now. But you don't want to talk about it, I want to know why."
"Are you an idiot? Why should I tell my enemies?"
"I've spoken to a great man or someone in charge of this one, and he says your execution will not be spared. There's nothing we can do about this because it took a lot of lives."
"I guess so. So just kill him."
"That's where I was concerned. I wonder why you refuse so hard when you're just dying already. Spitting information eventually dies. It is the bandits of commercial enemies who are not among those who ate the same kettle of rice who suffer as a result. Normally, if you're going to be tortured to death, you just want me to spit information and die easy, right?
……
"At least for you, selling information about other bandits seems to be waiting to be scarier than dying. That's what I want to know."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"This one's convincing."
"Huh?"
"If this one is satisfied for reasons that you can't throw up information, you don't have to make a futile interrogation. It's not a bad story for each other, don't you think?
……
"I'm not talking about selling my people anything else. Suggestion is, why don't you tell me why you can't sell it and make it easier for me to die. If there's a reason I can't even talk about it, I can't help it. I'll leave it up to the knights."
Well, the last one seemed like a threat and vice versa. I think it was negative, but my mouth slipped.
I hope it works out.
"... it doesn't matter if he dies, he can give us eternal fear"
Oh, he talked to me.
"You can't tell me more about that, can you?
"Oh."
Well, I guess having some means means means means I'll be selling the information once I tell you about it.
The direction can be narrowed down a lot. I could hear words worth enough.
This bandit said 'he'.
That is to say that there is a very threatening presence against a taste of this bandit.
Perhaps it is good to see that they set a similar threat to a taste of other bandits.
Is it possible that a group of bandits based in this Tays are cooperating or obedient around the 'guy'?
The next point is to say that you have the means to regret it even after you die.
All I can think of is killing my family or something.
But all the bandits in front of us have already been destroyed. It's hard to think of a means to say hello to the great name of a warring country and take his wife hostage.
And it doesn't mean eternal fear. No, it would rather be the word this eternal fear.
Some candidates floated, but are merely speculations of fantasy delusions.
I can't help but worry about it here, let's just ask the experts.
"Okay, okay. That's enough, thank you."
That's what I said and decided to get up and move.