Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

I heard a whistle that made my ears hurt.

Mr Nong felt that the thread of tension was only slightly loose. The whistle was to be blown when it found what it was intended for, and if there were any anomalies, it was decided that it would be one long time if there were no problems.

Looking at where the long noise ended just once, everything was fine, and I guess it was dealt with that way at the very least.

Mr. Nong leads through a long corridor. When I think of the plans I was looking at beforehand, what lies ahead are the large hall and the office, and then the living space.

Behind Mr. Nong, there was a horse flash (basen). Originally, there is a position where there should be a high order, but there is a high order of work in the high order. When he takes on his father's job instead, Horseflash always makes the habit of his right shoulder rising.

"Don't worry too much"

Mr Nong said in a voice that only horse flashes can be heard.

Behind the horse flashes are two more, martial officers.

"Now let me move on"

I know what Horseflash is trying to say. As a placement, I suppose you want Mr. Nong to consolidate the front and back to the escort.

Mr. Nong laughed all the time, trying to push the heavy door, but had a bad feeling.

Tell everyone to avoid it in front of the door.

When I opened the door, I hid my body in the wall at that moment.

At that moment, the bullet passes beside Mr. Ng with the sound of hurting his ear.

"This!?

Horse flashes distort your face.

"It's within the limits of our assumptions."

If you're producing gunpowder, you should have it ready to fly. Bad weather outside, yet limited use is made of flights that take time to ignite. It cannot be used unless it is also a place of some size in the fort.

And Mr. Nong was right. There were men in the hall who rushed back to hold the balls.

"Let's go!

Together with Mr. Nong's hanging voice, the men with the flights inside rush to pull the knife out, but it's too late. Originally, the launch was a weapon used by several people. I failed at first hand and I don't have time to reload.

There were about five people in the hall, all dressed in fine kimonos. There was a face in it that looked familiar. The large room of cold cobblestones is filled with a unique smell of gunpowder.

"Where is Zichang?

Everyone here must belong to a family of children. No men remained in the losing battle, and it seemed like the last ascension to have made the flight.

"You're not going to tell me?

"Shit, I don't know! We didn't mean to."

One of the men spoke. I see Mr. Ngai in his desperate shape as he flies, but because it was a momentum to fly away, he is immediately held down by the horse flash.

"We were just being deceived"

Keeps talking even as he gets his face on the floor.

"I told you not to fall out!

Horse flashes whisper more in frustration.

"There is still evidence that you embezzled the country's money and spent it on this fort! Plus, this is how you put your weapon on, and you know what that's gonna do!

The horse flashes straight into the man's neck and pulls his sword away. The man with saliva bubbles on the edge of his mouth was making his face pull.

"And I don't! I was told this was for the country. We're just for the good of the country..."

A knife fell all the way to the floor. Stone floors and swords collide and sparks scatter. The man kept his white eyes peeled and stopped talking about anything. Wet stains spread on the floor.

The other men kept their mouths shut about not wanting to expose themselves to such an unusual appearance, but there was only fear in their eyes.

Don't look at yourself like that, I can't say.

Where I looked begging for pity, there are decisions that I can't override.

At least what Mr. Non could do was take that gaze as a spearhead of their emotions.

"That's kind of you, if you're going up to the execution bench anyway, you just have to do what you want."

With the footsteps of once, my voice approached me.

Horseflashes and subordinates set themselves up.

Here comes Zichang, a fat man with a relaxed movement. In its hands, it has a flying launch.

Mr Nong sees the man, who is said to be a raccoon.

"That's a long story, Son Chang."

Mr. Nong takes the book out of his nostalgia. That script, marked by the emperor, stated that he would capture the family of sons.

Zichang stayed in a relaxed motion and set out to fly.

"Have you been busy?

One of my subordinates whispered.

Zichang doesn't have a spark, though he seems to have stepped on that there is no way he can use it.

Mr. Non pulled the hand of Horseflash and the other, his subordinate. And crawl to the floor.

There was a firing noise. When the bullet hit the wall and bounced, it hit the leg of a clan man who had been rolled by bad luck. A scream echoes in the hall.

"That's pathetic. I thought you were trying and shooting at the beast."

Zichang said to the Lord of Screams.

"Too bad you nodded that you wanted to try it with people soon"

Mr. Nong thought it was a voice with no emotions whatsoever. Is it because you felt like throwing up a bar-reading dialogue?

"Hmm, is that it? I wish I had a little more time."

And, Zichang threw away the flying departure he had. And when I saw Mr. Nong, I only loosened my face for a moment.

What are you trying to say?

I couldn't question that.

Even if I could, this man wouldn't have spoken.

"Go!"

Horseflashes give orders as they fall into the floor.

The bloodshed dances.

Three swords were continuously inserted into the torso of the fuzzy child Chang.

Zichang didn't even scream, just turned up. Red bubbles flooded out of his mouth and his eyes were running blood. However, he did not fall, and spread his hands wide and upwards as they were.

Laughter, or is it a curse?

There's nothing on the ceiling, or were you looking further up at it?

Mr. Nong doesn't know.

Without leaving that answer, Zichang ran out of breath.

When it comes to pity, it's not, it was at that final stage.

It was the women in thin clothes and the flashy men who were in the corridor passing through the hall.

The women spoke perplexed about who was in the back and begged for their lives. The men insisted that the women were of the children's clan, but they were not.

I know he wants to be helpful, but Mr. Nong turned away at the ugly appearance of selling others and let his captivity fall under his ministry.

Former senior Queen Lan and her mother, Godmei, are said to be in the deepest room.

There's nobody here.

It was Horseflash who went in ahead of Mr. Nong.

Inside there was one large sleeping area and a number of benches lined up. On undressed scattered clothes, smell of drifting incense, rolled liquor and flue. I could have predicted without seeing what was being done.

Mr. Nong accidentally threw down the incense furnace at the fragrance of his head creeping away.

Something like dried grass spills from the incense furnace. If I had a pharmacist's daughter here, she would have told me what it would do.

"Where have you been?

There is no one in the connected room or on the terrace.

"You jumped outside?

Mr. Nong twisted his neck as he went around to the terrace.

The room that came in and the room next to it, structurally, should be the same size but oddly uncomfortable.

I feel the room in the back is smaller. Mr. Nong travels to and from both rooms. The back room has only one entrance and the other side of the terrace is walled.

I don't have a lot of furniture. It feels wide, but the distance from the wall to the terrace is somewhat short.

When Mr. Nong returned to the first room he entered, he saw the nonstop on the wall. The difference in size from the adjacent room is just wide.

……

Mr. Nong opens his mouth. As the flashy costumes line up, I reach behind them. It looks sturdy, but the back plate felt oddly thin. When I pressed with a little force, I noticed that the back plate shifted up.

When Mr. Nong enters the box, he crawls on all fours and puts his face behind him. Originally, there was supposed to be a wall. There was space there.

There was a hidden passage.

And I saw a thin light.

"Bhaaan."

I heard a mixed voice with tea eyes.

There was a gunshot in front of Mr. Nong. There was an orchid in the hidden passage leading to the back. Compared to Mr. Nong's known flights, it has a more difficult shape. It resembles the flying departure that Zichang shot earlier, but it could be carried even in smaller and narrower places than that. This would come as a surprise if we had manufactured not only gunpowder but even new models.

"For your convenience, I will call you Mr. Nong."

Lu Lan said to Mr. Nong with his gun pointed at him.

Lu Lan's appearance was covered in coal and her hair burned. Every time a candlestick fire in my hand talks, I shake it.

"Will you follow me?

"What if I say no?

"So I'm threatening you."

Mr. Nong even felt frightened by the grandeur.

Mr Nong sees the new launch. Because of its structure, while checking that it is different from the conventional one, show it with both hands up.

Copy that.

That's all I said, I decided to follow Lu Lan.

No hidden passage was depicted in the schematic that Mr. Nong was looking at. I guess it's because it doesn't make sense if it's on the diagram just to hide it. Or maybe Zichang has newly remodeled it.

Since it was a narrow passage, Lu Lan was pointing a gun at Mr. Nong as he walked backwards. It would be easier to move Mr. Nong forward, but when he was wrong, he must have been wary of being taken off.

"You're really gonna follow me around a lot."

"Follow me, it should be yours."

When Mr. Nong answers without hesitation, Lu Lan makes me laugh. Strangely, I thought it was a much more humane look than when I was in the backyard.

"Isn't it easy to take this away from me?

……

Though not certain, Mr. Nong thought he could probably be powerless.

I didn't say that, I just gave it back in silence.

Is the narrow passage thin of air or the candlestick fire was extinguishing? And on the verge of disappearing, I reached the hidden room.

Inside, the candle fire breathed out thinking there was a proper air hole or it had gone out.

It was two other women besides Lu Lan who were illuminated by the shimmering fire. One is a facial daughter very similar to Lu Lan, with a blue mole on her face. Another daughter of Zichang, Zicui (Sisui), Mr. Ng presumes.

And look at the other middle-aged woman. Mr. Nong thought he was wearing flashy makeup for his flashy outfit. That figure, which is not worthy of age, reminds me of the appearance of Lu Lan when I was in the rear palace.

There are only two chairs and one desk in the room.

"Lulan, the man..."

"Yes, Mother. I asked you to follow me to fulfill your wishes."

Kaguran's mother, Shenmei, lifts up her armpit tightly and stares at Mr. Ngai.

"You've always hated this look. Is it because you resemble someone, or were you jealous of something much more beautiful than yourself"

"Lulan!

Divine beauty yells at her daughter. But Lu Lan didn't even wander, and Zicui shivered instead.

"The joke is over. Now, how would you like to have one last pleasure in fulfilling your mother's true aspirations?"

Lu Lan placed the candlestick at his desk and sandwiched the flying departure in his clothes belt.

And then I started snubbing up stories.