The expedition to the Far East, the Free City Zone began the day after the morning sun had not yet risen.
The foodrobe traveler overcomes the eastern walls of Lehum, not the gate, and follows the path through the streets of the red brick.
Then, beneath a tree of acacia that eventually appeared, that investigator Batavia and the reed horse waited for us.
That monastic garment was undressed, and he was wearing a beret with a white elegant toga that looked like a cathedral official, and he was arming himself again.
"You're up early."
"Mr. Batavia, are you really following me? Well, I'd be quite happy to get you on the horse if it leaked its true meaning."
She and the horse get up and ride refreshingly in the way they are accustomed to travelling.
Then he reached out to me and reminded me to go with him quickly.
"Naturally, an awkward monk guides you responsibly. Don't hesitate because you're under surveillance."
"Huff, you should hide it there. Okay, I'm sorry, but I'd like you to stay with me."
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I set off eastward on a horse with the investigator's silver fur.
It is a route through the aristocratic territories belonging to the Kingdom of Panagium southwards, bypassing the active king's capital of distribution and security.
She said the three-white-eyed one would take seven days to reach the detention center.
But as you know, when I take turns with Batavia and hold the reins, that's where Icasama begins.
Horse weight due to antigravity and silver horses that lighten up loads are tireless.
The horse was running through a thousand miles a day and passing through the Guan 'an post east of Panagium on the evening of the third day.
Now from there on out is a world called the Free Urban Zone, where a number of small nations gather and shelter each other.
They say the descendants of the Holy King's family live in a free city called Eleven, in the middle of the hissing region of that small country.
By the way, overwhelming speed and lightness make no sense, such as street guards, before that.
Because no one could catch up if they smashed it at an overwhelming rate before the soldiers doubted the slightly suspicious pair.
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"My face is crunchy and my eyes are often..."
"It must have dried up in the wind. Do you want a little rest?"
We have arrived at Eleven, the city state we are looking for.
Anything. They say it's a country in the Free City Zone that's developing into five fingers.
"This is not what happens on my usual journey, this is because of it..."
"But it was fun, wasn't it?
"I won't deny that. But until the first half of the day, it's too early for anything, horses through the mountains to avoid a time eating barrier, etc... Awkward monks are not military..."
When you actually enter the country, you're certainly right. Pilgrims, tourists, traders, merchants dealing with them, etc. came to my attention a lot.
A little further from here is the capital. We decided to stop by the little teahouse to take a breath.
"You're going to go home like this when you serve your purpose, right? Then it's like it's over."
So she wipes her face full of sand and dust by hand, and rinses the intensely sweet food called manju, and then bitter tea.
"You're not eating? If you don't want it, you'll get an awkward monk."
"That's an aim. Well, it's a little too sweet for me, and my name is..."
"To bear the name of the Holy King, things are just mandarins. Ham......"
Batavia was throwing the manju, which I had stopped a little while earlier, from my vessel into my mouth.
Holy King Manju. How dare this naming inhibit my appetite...
"Come on, it's time to go, I just want to check it out while it's bright"
"Right. But fu fu... there was also a Sister."
Horses are also full of energy by replenishing water and leaves.
It's after each other's meals, though, and we pulled that connection off for a while and walked.
"So, how do you steal"
"That, I think, is the word of those in the diocesan country, you laugh"
"This is the kind of business there is, unless you act forcefully as a time, you can't play a role."
"Hugh... I know very well, because I had a lot of those tasks too"
Inspect local situations and report any problems to your home country.
It is a job that involves personal hazards, belly twitching, and suspicion. I didn't get bored with honest people like this.
"So, how do you steal"
"With this book and my original power, infiltration and escape will not be an issue. But if you don't know where to store it, you can't sneak into the dark clouds."
"Then let's hear it. As long as we know where it is, we can steal it, right?
"Possible"
The success rate is infinitely close to 100% as long as you know where it is.
But it was a difficult condition for me, a cat human.
"Okay, I'll leave you to the awkward monk"
"That's an offer I wouldn't even wish for. But what are you gonna do?
"I told you when we met, the Sealed Province has a deep relationship with the Holy King's family everywhere. Give me a reason, and I'll show you."
Ironically, the Holy King bears the name King, but he did not take the actual throne.
He could have been king of a united nation of mankind, but one day, he suddenly disappeared from the world.
You don't need a hero in a peaceful world.
They must have been betrayed and erased by humans anyway.
"But I'm going to steal it. Then you'll be suspected."
"That's why I say this over there. According to the information we have, there is a risk of theft, so please show me the actual item for confirmation. As long as we can locate it, is it easy?
They suspect you when they suspect you even if you use that method.
But if you want to locate the demon king's artifact, you can hardly have a more effective hand.
"No need to worry though. Think of this as the will of the Awkward Monks and the Sealed Ministry. Is it a bad thing to cross to the people who killed Sir Edward...?
"... Okay, I'll trust you."
"I'll take care of it. But you're like a success already. On my journey so far, I was shown so much as to say I didn't like that move. It was the book of Nakoto, or the Awkward Monk wants one."
"Unfortunately, this book seems to choose its owner. I gave it to one bad knight once, but it remained blank in the book"
This book, on second thought, what is it?
Unusable for Barney, a non-standard guide to magic that only Patia and I, and Mr. Edward, could handle. I don't know what these three people have in common.
Or do you really think that this book itself will have the will and choose the owner......