Master of the brave.

Seeing an old man come in from after a bald-headed man, Kelvin stood up desperately hiding his inner surprise.

(This man was, indeed, in the village of Doria...)

"I'm sorry. Thank you for waiting."

It's Kelvin.

It's Klaus.

When he shook hands and sat back in the chair as recommended by the old man, Kelvin looked to observe the old man named this Klaus.

A person who, at first sight, seems strict and serious. Stretch your spine pin and put on a swallow tail suit that doesn't look good in the Glades to give the impression of a noble butler or something.

Perhaps that impression is correct. Klaus is someone with a butler role serving some nobleman.

But if there is no mistake in Kelvin's memory, this man is a fighter of the Petersian army and knights in the village of Doria, and of the bandits.

That means that the side that created the situation in which the Lemursil Empire and the Kingdom of Petersia are now in a sword-soaking relationship, which is also perhaps an important figure at its core.

(Not a bit unplanned, but did it take a lot longer than I thought)

"I didn't expect Lord Klaus himself to come out..."

Apparently, even for a bald-headed man, the superior came unexpectedly.

Seems like Klaus is into public discourse for now, exploring the signs of the subtle surroundings while appropriately gaveling at the reputation of wine brought to him by a bald-headed man - this time not as cheap as earlier, but as superior as even nobles rarely could drink.

Inside the room are Kelvin and Klaus, and a bald-headed man who is an intermediary. And outside the room, there was no sign of people as far as Kelvin could tell at the very least.

(Should we control these two here -)

I don't know if this Klaus is involved in the kidnapping, but as an Imperial Knight, I don't feel I can abandon this man, a key figure involved in the tension with Petersia.

But Kelvin reconsidered.

Bald-headed men can be gently controlled.

If you use the magic of Thunder Tactics, it will be possible to deprive you of consciousness without giving it while you call for help.

But the atmosphere unleashed by Klaus sitting in front of him and enjoying the wine on his tongue.

The strength of Klaus, which can be read from the signs he is feeling now, is the degree of a concurrent knight. To the extent that Kelvin, of course, seems to win enough.

But behind the impression given, Kelvin's account was violently alarming "This guy sucks". A human skinned monster - in Kelvin's knowledge, he felt the same smell as a brave man who had the opportunity to exchange swords.

"Well, I heard you were fired from your employer and looking for a new place to work"

It was Klaus who first corrected his posture and cut out the story.

"Yeah, there was a difference in values from the superiors of the mercenary regiment to which you belonged in the embarrassing story.

I finally got kicked out of there where I couldn't stand to beat him up. So I'm looking for a place where you can buy my arms high. "

Having heard Kelvin's response, Klaus sends a glimpse into the bald head man.

"I hear from him there that your arm is certain"

"Thanks for that."

Turning for a moment to the bald headed man, Kelvin smiled bitterly at me for not telling me that I had kept my promise to you.

"So let's get down to business quickly, but the people we're looking for..."

"People like you will be limited to come to places like this and ask for them. And I think I'm probably the kind of person you want, right?

"I see. Heh, heh... this is as reliable as it gets"

He was Klaus, who became a form blocked by Kelvin while he was talking, but laughed rather happily without the appearance of being offended. Then I narrow my eyes,

"It would be good. Let's just say I hire you."

"Thank you. By the way, who the hell is going to be my owner until you hire someone like me who's been bounced off a regular guild to rally your strength?

The border between the Lemursil Empire and the Kingdom of Petersia is now very smelly. For this reason, the Mercenary Alliance is continuously gathering talent.

You should be able to gather as many people as you can by legitimate means, even if you don't bother to take a trip to the Glades.

But Kelvin withdrew his own remarks when he immediately bowed his head. Because I felt the atmosphere released by Klaus subtly hardened.

"I'm sorry. It was better for you not to pry too hard."

As Kelvin immediately apologized, the disturbing air wrapped around Klaus fogs in an instant.

"Well, fine. You're right, if you want to gather private soldiers and increase the defense of your territory, it's quicker to gather legitimate talent in a mercenary guild.

Then it's only natural to be vigilant as to why not. "

"In other words?"

"We don't want people who can be gathered by legitimate means, we want people who have skills like you and who can work in silence with money."

Klaus's tone was pale, but his gaze stared at Kelvin as if to try or observe him. Kelvin grinned lightly and nodded, offering his hand.

"Fine. As far as I'm concerned, if you can give me a place where I can wield my sword and a place where I can get paid, that's fine."

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Apparently it rained last night.

Early in the morning, when Winn woke up to perform routine workouts, the sky was covered in thick clouds, although the rain had already stopped.

The courtyard of the Knights School Boys' Dormitory is consolidated with dirt, not cobblestone pavement. Leticia also shows her face while she is relaxing her body while avoiding the accumulation of water that she has been able to do everywhere.

"Morning."

"Morning, brother"

We'll exchange morning greetings with each other and do our workouts.

Morning as usual.

Then, after breakfast in the dorm cafeteria, Winn serves in the palace.

"Good Morning"

"Is that it, Mr. Cornelia?"

By the time I finished my workout, Cornelia came with the Kingsguard knight of the escort.

"Am I interrupting?

"No, I'm just finishing up, so it's okay"

When I receive a hand wipe from Leticia to wipe the sweat, I quickly wipe the sweat.

"Brother, I'm gonna take a bath."

"Oh."

Waving, Leticia returns to her room.

The Kingsguard knight saluted him. A man about thirty years ago, but when I saw Leticia, there was a color of tension and longing on her face.

After wiping the sweat and saying no to Cornelia, he returns to his dorm room once, getting fit and going outside again, Wynn salutes the Kingsguard knight who was waiting beside Cornelia.

From here on out, Winn, Cornelia's exclusive subordinate, has indicated his willingness to take up her escort duties. When the knight also returned to Wynn, he saluted Cornelia before returning to his heels.

"There was a raid outside the Imperial Palace, so I didn't think I'd be able to leave for a while."

"Um... any shoulder injuries?

"It's okay, it's not a problem at all."

Confirmed in a workout with Leticia.

The convulsive discomfort of the skin that was there shortly after I had my injury magically healed was not felt as if in my workout with Leticia this morning.

Watching Winn snort gives Cornelia a relieved look. But still, I still felt something somewhat dark in her expression, and Winn cared about it.

Cornelia also hears that she hasn't had breakfast yet, and waits for Leticia to come back before inviting her to the student cafeteria.

Because it was early in the morning, there were still no other students in the dining room.

Sweaty wins and leticias have water, Cornelia prepare hot tea and order porridge for breakfast for a number of people.

The porridge was made of rice boiled with eggs and vegetables.

Winn tries to get involved, and Leticia and Cornelia elegantly eat porridge with a spoon.

After sweating, the salty porridge tastes good. For the students of the young knighthood school there is also a greater quantity.

"What are you going to do with today's investigation?

When I finished eating and was comfortable, Cornelia asked me what I had planned for today.

"Since I heard about Rock, but as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to visit someone that Laura introduced me to."

Locke, who was doing some research at the crest house, came back to his dorm room late last night.

But that's how I was tired, and when I got back, I tried to fall into bed and fell asleep.

Usually, Winn and Leticia would show up around the time they finished their workouts and have breakfast together in the dining room, but when Winn went back to his room to get dressed, he was still sleeping well.

"Does that mean you're going to the Glades today?

"Yeah. It's a place with a lot of crime, and as I said before, I don't think Mr. Cornelia should go, if possible,"

"I'll be fine"

As for Winn, this is also a request from the Adventurer Guild. He himself intended to visit the Glades outside the hours of his squire assignment.

But Cornelia turned down the proposal.

As a man on the trading side of the Empire, he insists he really wants a glimpse of the Glades. And the will is stiff, and Winn reluctantly agrees.

I was just wondering about Cornelia's expression to show after the raid.

It was obvious that he was unable to move during the battle, and that he was concerned that his legs were clutched together, and that Winn was injured for that reason.

I've been watching Cornelia from time to time since I got home, but for example, when I turn a corner, I go straight until I speak, and I accidentally hit my shoulder at that bend, I'm not here.

Even at this breakfast table, his hand carrying the porridge into his mouth was slow, occasionally staring at the spoon and exhaling deeply.

It's about her with a strong sense of responsibility, so I can't help it. Winn thought to pay close attention until he got back on his feet.

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It was around the time Rock woke up that the knight's school bell told him it was time to start work, 9: 00 a.m.

"Evil. No, it's late."

Rock, who joined the Wins apologizing, ordered ham, eggs and vegetables pinched in the bread in the dining room.

At this hour, when the class has already begun, the menu prepared as breakfast is sold out and in the kitchen it enters the day grocery.

I told them I couldn't make it there and they made something simple.

He just had a hard time finding the crest he witnessed relying on his memory from a huge amount of material, and the colour of fatigue still lingers on Rock's face. Still, he hasn't lost his appetite, so he quickly flattened the bread.

Wait for Rock to finish eating, then first hear what he's been looking into.

"I looked into it, and what I saw was apparently the Viscount Hoffmine crest,"

"Hoffmine? Is that from that court magician?

"Winn, you know what?

"You know, I've seen him in the palace a couple of times."

Wynn talks about a young court magician, who he met the day he was assigned to Cornelia's squire.

"Yes, yes, its Viscount Raymond Van Hoffmine. You're the court magician I appointed this spring. I reported it to the captain yesterday before I went back to my room, but he looked difficult."

"You're not going to look it up right away?

Leticia asked surprised by Rock's thoughtful twinkle.

Winn, who saw it, taught Leticia.

"The Knights and the Mages often turn against something. We knights don't like to be involved in things inside the Order of Mages."

"But Captain Lloyds. Didn't you ask Old Master Meisen, headed by the court magician, to help you?

Cornelia said strangely.

If you are fighting back, will you respond to the request of Lloyds, the Knight Platoon Leader who belongs to the Central Knights?

"I don't think that's because of what happened to Mr. Cornelia... not as the Knights, but as the captain's personal request. Thank you, Captain. It's strange and I'm not sure how well connected you are."

Winn shakes his head and shows it.

Lloyds does not have a superficially great power in power feuds between nobles, but because he is the Count at all, or has a small but powerful cone, starting with Crown Prince Alfred.

Even though there will be no replenishment in the squad, we are also enriching the equipment and so on. From that, it was also possible to peer inside the Knights that they were building connections that did not match their status.

Even with such Lloyds, it seemed difficult to investigate the mortals of the Order of Mages of the Court for reasons of the degree to which the victims came before the nobility, regardless of the Gendarmerie, a body specialized in investigating injustices within the Imperial Army.

"It was the captain's word that you would leave me for a moment when it came to Hoffmine. I regret it, but I think I'll have to obey."

The three nodded at Rock's words.

Later, when the victim, likely to be involved in the incident, was in a slum and told him that he wanted to visit those involved, Locke also expressed agreement with that opinion.

Because the place was a place, we were to properly arm ourselves before visiting the person.

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A favela built just out of the imperial castle gate.

At the entrance, Cornelia stared at the city as she stopped for a while.

Unlike the city of Teito, which is based on stone construction, there is a disorderly line of wooden huts that I believe were built using waste materials.

The passage is a stripped ground.

It is not paved with cobblestone like an imperial city. And because it is not even tidy, the ground is highly uneven and there are several build-ups of water.

By the time the noon bell came, the sky, which was covered by more and more clouds, was clear and the sun was shining, so some of the ground in the sun was somewhat dry, and others lay only boards there and fell asleep.

Some sold crap in the streets, others lined up in outdoor stores with frigid potatoes, beans and shriveled vegetables, and some sold cheap liquor.

Outdoor stores serving food sell stews stewed with raw debris such as leftovers that have been collected in the city in large pots with convex surfaces.

The Dark Market presents itself as if it were different from the city in Teito City.

And even this sight is still only one side of the table in the Glades.

It's a dangerous area where crime is rampant if you take a bottle back from the street.

"Please make sure Mr. Cornelia is in the middle of us. Never leave."

"Letty can't leave me, either."

"Yeah, brother"

Leticia gently tangles her hands in Winn's arms.

In a favela where huts are built thoughtfully and passageways are intertwined, even the inhabitants of this city can get lost.

If it goes off, it will be difficult to merge.

Speaking to Rock, Cornelia looked back, who was still in sight to burn the sight of the ghetto into her eyes.

Cornelia sees Leticia grabbing Winn's arm and sees Winn's empty hand for a moment, but immediately walks forward. But by the side of Winn and his shoulders touching or not touching each other. And for a moment on that face, no one noticed that he had a slightly envious look on his face.

Entering from the front street to the back of the slum, there was yet another world spread out there. In the black market, which stretches out on the front streets, a dew-store where you can drink, eat and even equal leftovers was erected, bustling with people trying to fill their hunger, but in the back streets, people dressed like borough cloth, with no lively vain eyes, crouched or sleeping on the ground.

In the shadow of the building, a street whore, who looked close to half naked, had been sending streams to men walking down the street since midday.

Rock is the one walking at the beginning of the line.

But the footsteps were never light, and I looked around with vigilant eyes at the perimeter, dropping my eyes on the narcotics paper describing the place where Laura's introduced person lived.

"Rock... on the other hand, it stands out, huh?

Winn slammed into the lock going forward.

"Shall I walk forward?

"It would be more dangerous back there, wouldn't it? You better watch your back than I do. You don't know when they'll attack you from behind, do you? You're better at exploring the signs, aren't you?

"No, well, yes..."

Looking down at Leticia's head as she grabbed it in her arms and walked,

(Letty's here, and yes, I don't think I'd be surprised)

But Rock is right, I've never been over cautious here.

Win and Rock pants on regular shirts.

It's getting a little bit prettier to wander around the Glades, but it's not like it rises from the surroundings.

Leticia and Cornelia are also hiding their faces by wearing clothes like town daughters and wearing hoods from their heads.

But his back length is small, and he's not completely hidden from being a woman.

If a young daughter like Leticia and Cornelia were to be alone in this city, it would be a great duck for people.

Of course, Leticia's combat power is not like how a person can be exposed. If you give her a broad hand, you will know that the choice was foolish.

However, with regard to Cornelia, the arm of the sword also stands to the extent of qualifying as a quasi-knight, but in earlier battles, the lack of experience had been exposed and the body had atrophied.

(Let's put Mr. Cornelia's safety first)

Looking at Cornelia, she was walking through the streets of the Glades with a serious eye. From her upbringing, it's a world without edge first.

Second, Cornelia turned to Winn. The two gaze at each other.

Cornelia turned her eyes round to her surprise for a moment, but for some reason she strayed away as quickly as she panicked.

"Hmmm... there's something about the map and the occasional alley that's different"

Cornelia's tricks bothered me, but Rock's voice made me pay attention to you.

Winn peered into the map with Rock spreading from behind.

"The roads in these places were blocked yesterday, but sometimes today."

"It looks like the building could be easily demolished."

Rock has dropped his gaze over and over on a map drawn on hemp paper whining.

It was then.

"Hey, Rock"

"Huh!

Suddenly Winn pulls Rock's arm and the tongue-beaten boy runs away.

"Wow... Dangerous, thank God"

"What's going on?

Cornelia dropping off a running away child's back.

The age would still be less than ten.

Wearing worn out clothes, his face and hands and feet were thin and dirty, and his body was severely thin.

It's a pickpocket.

"Suri?"

Cornelia looked strange.

"I mean, this is how..."

Winn hits the lock a ton lightly to make it look.

Cornelia watched as her eyes patted.

"Here."

Winn's hand was gripped with a locked purse.

"You can really do anything..."

Rock squeaks like a shudder as he looks at his wallet, which is in Wynn's hands, thrilled from his nostrils.

"When I was in and out of the Adventurer's Guild, I was taught all kinds of techniques."

Wynn looked at Cornelia as he returned his wallet to Locke's hand.

"And well, this is the sleigh. Target the wallet in people's pockets."

"There are so many little children..."

"It's a bad thing, but it's something I remember as the technology I need to live here."

Saying so, Winn saw the kid run away, but he had already lost sight of it.

"I've said this before, because here you can't be alarmed because you're a child. Because they're desperate to survive, too."

Winn is also an orphan.

Fortunately, thanks to Randell's removal to the "Migratory Bird Inn", there are treats - including those that Leticia brings - that I could put on a meal that just fills my stomach. It was about worn out and small huts, but beds were given that could outperform night dew.

Even more fortunately, even though it was necessary to do my job, I also benefited from the opportunity to learn letters and learn arithmetic from Randell and read valuable books thanks to meeting Leticia.

If Randall hadn't picked it up, Winn would have been in the same situation again.

"Some kids dream of a real future and knock on the gates of the Adventurer Guild, but there's a handful of them who succeed.

Often, yes, you can sharpen the skills of pickpocketing or pickpocketing and robbing. "

Cornelia hears Winn's words without words.

The truth about the world that is new to her again.

But the truth I do need to know as one of the exchangers of this empire -.

Cornelia decided to observe the Glades again as she walked side by side with Wynn.

With a firm view so as to burn the lives of the people who live here into their eyes.

When I'm eighteen years old enough to be able to be involved in official business, so that something can be done.

Just stealing a look at Winn's serious expression comparing rock to map with a serious look at times -.

Lock, who was moving his neck to the left and right more relentlessly, stopped his leg as he fell victim to the sleigh damage.

I have dropped my eyes on the narcotics paper many times to confirm it.

"Is that it?

A slightly larger wooden house compared to the surroundings, ahead of where Locke pointed.

There was a sign hung underneath the house that said 'Pharmacist' whether he had scratched and written a single board with a blade or something.

One of the delivery destinations for medicinal herbs grown by Laura.

There is a high demand for pharmacists and many of these pharmacists set up stores in slums where medical treatment is highly paid and regular doctors cannot be consulted.

Most of all, unlike the pharmacists who have shops in town, everyone can name themselves, so I don't even know if the drug really works, or if it's just a fried weed, or if it's poisonous.

Turning the cloth instead of the door, the store was wide enough for four people to come in.

On distorted shelves made in the earth are pills packed in small jars or nuts. What an unspeakable color of water medicine. And dried lizards, snakes and frogs. Dry grass and the like, which appeared to be medicinal herbs, were arranged narrowly.

"Who is it? At such a high time..."

An old woman came out of the back of the store.

"We're open from evening to early morning, hey."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

Cornelia accidentally leaked her words of apology to the old woman, who glanced at her with a slight eye.

"... you're an honest daughter. In this city, there is no day or night.

... you're not from this city, are you? What do you want in a Baba shop like this?

The medicine that helps with abdominal pain when it gets hot, and the medicine to apply to the wounds and burns, as well as the medicine for the night when it gets better over there. If you give it to someone you hate, you'll have everything you need in a few minutes. "

Fuhihi, and the four of them looked at each other as they opened their mouths without teeth and laughed, and Winn opened their mouths on behalf of them.

"We were introduced by Laura, and we came here. I want you to talk to me about a demon mentor you know who's missing."

"Do you know Laura?... What, are you not a customer?"

When the old woman said so, "Wait a minute," she went back to the back room once and came back a little later.

"I kept you waiting, you were setting the medicine can on fire in the back. So, what are you talking about?

Winn briefly gave an overview of the case.

"... it's an information fee."

A long-handed old woman made Rock cramp her face, but when Winn just took out a few copper coins from the side, she let him shake it in her hand.

"Fuhihi, you know exactly how young you are."

The old woman grinned, blurring her mouth as she behaved in nostalgia for the copper coin.

"I also know this baba that there have been a lot of missing people here lately. Indeed, the Wizard, whom Non had been kind enough to offer, had recently ceased to appear.

I don't remember exactly how long he stopped showing up, but I guess someone grabbed him, just like the victims you mentioned. "

The old woman made the wrinkles on her face more squeaky and smudged her face.

"People come and go intensely in slums, don't they? You think someone who was here until yesterday ran away at night because of a lot of circumstances?

Are there any more demon mentors your aunt knows who have left this town because of some circumstance?

"No, I don't."

The old woman assured Winn of her doubts.

"If there's only one circumstance, there's no way the people who are partitioning the Glades aren't going after him. If there's such a thing as to have to escape, they're involved."

"In a place like this, there seems to be a lot of crowds."

"People are only after people who are going to be rich."

"I'm a magician, so isn't it worth using at all?

"Oh boy... you red-haired boy, you don't know anything"

The old woman moved her neck to the side as she poked her finger at the lock.

"No one in this city is going to attack the house of the Wizard. Less than ten, including this baba, have made a plea with him."

Is it getting hard standing, the old lady sat down in an old chair.

That's when Leticia pulled Winn's sleeve a little bit.

"Brother. Hey, I'm gonna get some air outside."

"Are you okay? Shall I stay with you?

"It's okay, alone. Thanks."

The smell that drifted through the ghetto was terrible, but it was even worse in the store with the smell of medicine and dried food mixed in.

I thought it must have made me feel bad.

insecure slums.

Although I was worried about how strong Leticia was, I left my story with the old lady to Rock and tried to follow Win, but Leticia made me laugh at Win. Keep going outside.

While she was doing so, the old woman kept talking to Rock and Cornelia.

"Speaking of unusual things... besides that, I've heard a lot of things going around."

"Is that true!?

An old woman with a hock-faced face smiled with a niggle as she lay down several pieces of copper coin from the lock.

"Non didn't see it in person. Anything, he hid his face in the hood, wandered around the ghetto, visited and walked around something that could use magic.

Speaking of which, once, I thought I'd take the money because he was alone. They must have been the ones who attacked us. "

"What happened to them?

"I hear it was in return. He could have used magic."

"Do you know where the people who were in return lived?

"Well... well, I remember. You know what I mean when I say it? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me draw you a map to where they keep it."

When the old woman stood up from the chair sneaking at Winn, who made silver coins glimmer, when she brought the narcotic paper from the back, she drew something like a road using charcoal.

"Thank you, Grandma!

Winn, who gave him a piece of silver coin and received the map, bowed his head to the old woman.

"I don't want you to come next time on business to buy medicine."

When Rock and Cornelia also thanked the old lady following Winn, all three went outside the store.

"Ah, brother. Are we done talking?

Leticia, waiting outside the entrance, turns around, rushes over to Winn.

"Oh, it's over. There was also a harvest. Thank you, Laura."

"Oh, good."

"Is Letty okay? Did you even feel bad?

"It's okay. 'Cause I just wanted some fresh air."

"Mr. Cornelia used to put up with that smell."

"I was tough too, but at some point I didn't care. I hope your nose hasn't gone crazy."

Put your hand on your nose, Cornelia laughs.

"What can I say when I'm in that store, the outside air feels delicious even in this place..."

The starchy air in the store must have toughened the lock as well. Winn also breathes air all over his chest as he rocks repeatedly for deep breaths.

When I had just entered the Glades, this place had a terrible smell in it, too, but I was no longer worried if I'd gotten used to it.

Compared to inside that pharmacist's shop, the outside air was many times better, even in places like this.

"Let's first make a sketch of that Viscount Hoffmine, or get a portrait. And look for the people who said it was in return, and see if the magical person was Lord Duke of Hoffmine."

"Oh, yeah"

Winn nodded at Rock's words.

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Half an hour after Winns left in front of the pharmacist's shop.

"Hey, grandma!

There was one man inside the old woman's shop, and he rolled in.

"Oh, is that you? What the hell, who's at the end? I had two young daughters, but they were both superb, weren't they?

That must be the daughter of some nobleman or a big store. "

The old lady pulled into the back once when the Wins visited, not to take off the cans of medicine that were on fire, but to send signals to the men.

Of the four guests, two are young daughters.

I hid my face, so I didn't know what my daughters looked like when I sent them the signal, but whatever daughter I was, it would cost me a lot.

And when I started talking and took off my hood, both at high prices - especially for my blonde daughter, who was so expensive - the old lady had a hard time putting up with what seemed like a leap inside without being worthy of her age.

But...

"Grandma, what kind of guys did you introduce me to? That's a monster."

The face of the man who said so was bright blue with blood.

The man and his companions were hiding themselves by surrounding the store according to the old woman's signal.

When four of the guests left the store, they were going to follow them unnoticed and raid them where they were not popular.

But as he hid himself, a small figure emerged from inside the store.

I can tell it's a woman from her shape.

It would be a good opportunity if you came out alone.

The men thought about grabbing the daughter who immediately came out of it.

It would be all the more good if the people who came out later started rushing to find out that they didn't have a daughter who went outside first, and did something even less popular, or split up and acted.

And try to step from the shadow of lurking...

Cold sweat erupted from all over my body.

Some of them are on the spot.

The men have no reason to know, but it was a similar place some time ago, similar to what some constituents of an organization had tasted from a man named Kelvin.

But this time my daughter wasn't showing her moves like Kelvin was then.

Just standing quietly.

But the men were frightened by the signs of being released from their daughter.

In the Glades, if you take a wrong step, whether you're a man or not, it's a place where you can lose your life.

The men formed a party, and although they were quite confident in their arms, they were in a weak position, not organized enough to benefit the width in the city.

He was sensitive to the strong, the dangerous.

I guess that played a role.

As if they had met a large group of wolves or weak wild rabbits, the men, who had been pressured by the signs, were to continue to hide themselves without moving from the spot and diving their breath.

Eventually I finally took a breather when I saw the other three leave the store and rendezvous with my daughter.

When the four of them were invisible, the men exhaled the breath they were packing simultaneously. Some of them looked up into the sky and went in, crying and praying to God.

And one of the men who was the head went into the old woman's shop to tell her the story.

"Oh, compared to him, I think the other day the Mage was like a baby."

A man says as he stares at his still slightly trembling hand.

The old woman had listened to the man's report in silence, but unfortunately shook her head sideways as the man closed his mouth.

"Well... that's gone. Non, I've taught them your twists."

"What!

Seeing the man turn bright blue again, the old woman sighed.

"You can't help it. Who would think such a monster is?"

"No, but..."

Against a man in a hurry to change the rattle, the old woman said slowly as she rose from her chair and walked out towards the back.

"You're the one who's going to be looking for me right away when I change the screws.

If that girl is really a monster, you can tell her everything you know.

Of course, you can have what you want. "

"Oh, yeah, right. It's a species of life."

Without even turning to the man who was leaving the store in a hurry, the old woman, entering the back of the store, pushed the little stuff aside. There is a small door there, hidden a small accumulation of old ladies.

When he opened the hidden door and opened the lid of the tiny pot that was inside, he threw in the silver and copper coins rolled up from Win and Rock and laughed at Fuhihi.

Later, the Wins, who visited the Glades again, visited the men's twists relying on the old woman's map with the Raymond Van Hoffmine sketches they had obtained.

I went prepared that dealing with the guys in the outlaw ghetto would take a lot of effort just to listen, but the guys answered the Wins' questions surprisingly sluggish.

Even the language was very polite.

"No, you can't be prejudiced because it's a ghetto."

"Right. Some people are decent."

"Come to think of it, some people have failed to do business and fled, and some people live in slums at our Chamber of Commerce and deliver"

"Perhaps what is the only work done in the Imperial capital, even though earlier people live here"

On the way home from listening, the Winns were talking about that.

When I showed the men the likeness of Raymond Van Hoffmine that I had brought from the Court Mages, I did get testimony that the men looked a lot like the person who attacked them. The results had made me feel positive.

On the other hand, it is only for the record that in the twist where the Wins left, the men, who were well exhausted, were falling.