Lonely Attack on the Different World

A place in the city of Omui at night

It could be a trap, I know Ningro's formula is more expensive - it's too convenient, because at this time a bunch of brunettes are gone from the border. There are even rumors that the unsure but brunette warrior was badly injured, and even unintelligible information that he was brawling and dancing around the city looking full of bandages.

"We'll have to do it... can we just go back to the Empire with a pile of congratulations and a washing machine and a refrigerator?"

"If you can't negotiate a demon stone deal with the border, and kidnap or assassinate a brunette... how many hands can you hit anymore?

The Empire is a thorough capability doctrine, a meritocracy until ruthlessness, where only achievements are appreciated. That's why it's my current position to get up and down while kicking it down with strength without any edge, and yet if I leave here, the negotiating mission will be punished by all, well demoted and representative I will definitely be fired.

"According to the watchman, the alchemist's little girl in Kundan will be transported to the orphanage at night. But everything from the production to the research materials seems to remain in the unattended workshop" Atelier. "

"There is no other way to take away the latest demonic props and classified information and get lost in the shadows of the night... half of them are worth betting on to be captured. There's no other way."

There is no brunette warrior of the most important goal, but neither are its dreaded escorts. And only one important goal, the alchemist, is left defenseless. However, even that little girl hesitated to kidnap with an unlikely high LV, but without her, the research results alone would be a huge achievement.

If we miss this opportunity, laundry the stigma will no longer come true, we are no longer in a situation where we can choose the means. Using all the agents on the perimeter, but if we cover this situation... and the alchemist's office, there's a good chance there 'll be demon stones.

Prepare to flee the country, gather only skill and sneak into the alchemist's chamber in the dark night. The operatives broke into the premises without any sound, and when the scouts pasted their backs on the outer wall and asked what was going on inside... when the backs on the walls couldn't peel off, they started to rumble and get upset.

"... kill"

"Ha."

"Gu...... Ugh!

Dispose of before making a scene. I didn't make him wear anything that could tell his identity from the beginning, and the body was supposed to have only burned down his face. If we burn this place down, we can erase the evidence of theft, and we can leave a corpse for you.

Troops that tried to turn further back disappeared into the pit, and anything that attempted to break through the window crashed through the window frame. Then the bandit Sheaf, who inserted a magic prop into the keyhole to unlock the door, is struck by a lightning strike from the keyhole and falls while blowing black smoke. Is it a trap mansion... but the door didn't seem locked?

"Throw it away, don't hate the sacrifice. If you go home with your bare hands, we have nothing to lose."

Deactivate the trap with the number of sacrifices and proceed, splitting it up while exploring what's going on inside to find something that seems sensitive... but this is a mountain of treasure. Everything about it, things, documents, even magic formations and drugs, is the supreme delicacy beyond state secrets, and magic props, which are supposed to be the most important secrets, are piled up unwrought and narrowly.

This would make up for the failure and failure of the negotiations and other extra achievements… because the secrets of the unusual development of the land on this periphery are gathered here.

"Take everything you can carry out, and bring anything that seems important out of one end."

"What about the big ones?"

"Give up what you grumble about, scratch the little magic equipment around the paperwork!

I regret not being able to bring out large demon props and production equipment, but I don't need refrigerators and washing machines anymore! Besides, all the paperwork in the little sorcery and sorcery formations is worth more than the treasure "offal". So many state-of-the-art technologies that just instantly innovate the technology of the Empire… The lost magic formation technology, the secrets of interrupted magic prop creation, even the legendary method of purifying chemicals… even processed demon stones!

"Hey, what is this... ugh..."

Those who accidentally open the door twirl and rotate and disappear across the wall.

"Ha, no... ugh"

And whoever fishes the shelf can be swallowed up on the shelf and disappear leaving only a scream.

"What a trap... without the skill of the rehearsals"

"You can steal whatever you want now, and we'll deflect you. Scratch things around here!

"Don't be silly, this whole thing is top secret technology. If you bring it back as much as you can, the Empire will soon be cornered with technology."

The war has expanded the territory and the country continues to be rich with tax revenues from the countries it occupies. But technology is no longer developing in the long war, and instead of lagging behind in research, the inheritance is interrupted and the decline is beginning. An empire that has developed exclusively by attacking and destroying countries with technology and taking away technology. Once that "once" was lost, the technique was nowhere to be found anymore... and it was discontinued as obsolete. Its lost everything, no more piles of innovative technology. You can't miss this, if you can, you want to bring back all the large tools.

"Yes, that's what matters when you bring it back. As it is, it will be wiped out by traps, if you scratch greed, you will not get any technology. That would be the injustice to the Empire."

"But... no, I get it. But until it's critical... gather a little more."

Pick out what you might be able to carry in a hurry and carefully locate. And when you look at it, the baked figurine Object is collected, but it's supposed to be something called Shinrakuyaki you see in the city, but something... flat chest? What are you going to do with collecting these things!

"Do it seriously! You're willing to take a figurine like this home and even open it in a souvenir shop!

"I don't know... where the hell did that come from... Huh!?"

Countless ceramic raccoon figurines were surrounded, if you noticed, when you said no one had brought them. Yes, instead of bringing it, this stuff shouldn't have been in this room. But the baked raccoon is staring at us, with his vicious jaw beeping.

"Run! What the fuck, this flat chested raccoon figurine... but oh, my head... cracks, whoa!

A raccoon figurine stuck around my head...... this is why so many agents have disappeared so far. "Watch out for raccoons" was the first piece of information received from the wiped out operatives.

It was questioned whether that was some kind of code, but was this the confusing trap "Shinnoyaki" protecting the border... the burial of the raccoons who opened their mouths and stripped their fangs with ferocious looks. The herald of the end giving absolute death...... well, that mystery of information that "Shinnoyaki with swollen breasts is just Shinnoyaki, but Shinnoyaki with full breasts -" is this it?!? Indeed, it is... Guhaha (Gazigazigazigazigazigazi...)

[Written on the back of that Shinraku burn and a start-stop message: "Yeah, I mean, I share this pain, I get a crack in the head, well, I get hammered, but hemmed? Suffering, more suffering? I mean, when I say" pepper, "they say," Nice buddy, Hugh, "but they don't say," Nice buddy, Hugh. "No, it's petty and pocky?" was never deciphered by anyone. By the way, he wrote that the killer later found out and the book raccoon stuck his head around him]