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For a moment, Nilft thought about rushing out to the other side, but stood by the will of the iron. If I make such a move, my presence will be scattered by Zinger.
He nodded on the spot, took out his cane and put a "cover" on himself. The operation is quick. Activated spells are whispers like wind shaking curtains. It's polished technology.
And I killed my breath and waited for Zinger to pass by. Once Zinger enters Prado's room, you just have to get out.
But Zinger didn't pass. It's as if we know there's someone here, approaching us with a twist and caution.
Nilft stays with his eyes down at this time. Eyes on someone may diminish the effect of "cover-up". This is something I have grasped with years of experience. And as is well known, if something is done, the effect of "cover-up" diminishes.
My chest is ringing hard. Nilft had never known that his heart's heart was so obnoxious.
But it's okay.
This way, no one can look at Nilft, an advanced "cover-up" user, as long as he drops his gaze and is still nodding.
I was supposed to.
"Expand"
Nilft knows it's a spell to expand the Wolcan Shield.
(Damn it!
Soaring in his heart, Nilft jumped forward. Throw a poison needle at Zinger, who is approaching with a shield. A small but sharp metal noise prevented the needle from being shielded.
Zinger's sword approaches Nilft as he tries to slip through Zinger's side. He turned away, but couldn't help himself, and was slashed on the right shoulder.
But the speed didn't slow down and I ran desperately away. Fortunately, Zinger didn't try to follow me, and he didn't even throw a sword at me.
He went out of the building, hid in the shadows, used "cover", drank red potion, and made a blood stop. I may have spilled some blood, but not now.
The sweat erupted.
It was a dangerous place. But it succeeded. Prado can't help anymore. On top of this, only direct evidence should be eliminated.
Needles and poison were buried at the roots of garden trees. You can't prove who it belongs to if it's ever been discovered.
I snuck up to the back of the guest building, up the wall to the second floor and into the window.
Soon the guest building would be placed in a surveillance position, Hubert came back if he thought.
Now I feel safe. All you have to do is cut through the white. No matter how suspicious you may be, you cannot just incriminate the messengers of the Bordolin family. Many relatives are staying tonight, too, and it should be impossible to identify who did it.
But then nothing happened.
Because our Lord was murdered, the main building is supposed to be a fuss, and all the guest buildings are supposed to be under investigation, but it doesn't.
(Weird)
(Everything's wrong with this one)
(referred to as pick-up at a kinship meeting)
(It's not Prado's fault)
(also unlike the way the cannel does)
(Who the hell is in command of the Goncourt family?
The night dawned in a creepy tranquility.
The next owner of the Goncourt family is coming to greet us, so the Bordolins were contacted to keep us out of the room.
As that herald suggests, Norma has also visited Nilft and Hubert's room. Zinger and Cannell are with us. The soldiers are also refraining behind them.
The zingers swept through Nilft's face.
I thought my heart would stop.
"This is the man."
"Right. My servant, your name is"
"Ha, ha. My name is Nilft."
In peace, Nilft's heart's heart was ringing like an early bell.
(How could you?
(Did Zinger remember you?
(even after twenty-five years?
Nilft underestimated himself too much at this time.
If you are as samurai as Zinger, you can find those who stand up in arms. Even if not, Zinger can see that Nilft is a very good detective or assassin if he observes closely nearby. And Zinger isn't the kind of guy who forgets the signs of the other guy he fought last night. The fact that he stood in front of the missouri zinger was already a failure.
"Mr. Nilft. I will detain you."
"Wow, I am a member of the Bordolin family, am I not? I don't know about you."
"You're the one who's not here."
"What are you talking about"
"You poked a poison needle at the Goncourt family owner last night."
"Dog, poison needle? It's outrageous. It's not wet."
"I had a hard time treating him."
Nilft's whole body froze.
"Is it hard to treat?
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine now, and they're having breakfast."
A grunting nilft's hand was turned back and the restraint was mounted.
And he was blindfolded with monkeys, and he was taken.
Apparently Nilft is the only one in custody.
He was taken straight to some room, thrown in and locked.
The restraints were well made and could not be removed with Nilft technology.
After a considerable amount of time had passed, he was taken out of the room and put in a carriage.
He was unloaded from the carriage after the trip and removed his blindfold.
It was a temple.
A cleric stands in front of me.
"Up the stairs."
As always, the restraint remains attached, and the soldier behind it runs a string tied to the restraint. Tingly, but it seemed like a sturdy string of spider material that could not be cut with a normal blade.
After going up the stairs, he was blindfolded again and taken around the inside of the building.
And he sat in a chair in the room, tied to a chair.
The blindfold was removed, so I saw the desk in front of me and what was on it.
(Bells?)
At the next moment, I realized who the product was.
I rammed on death, but I couldn't untie the restraint, and the chair didn't make it microscopic.
That's the Truth Bell!
(No way!)
(Why?)
The "Bell of Truth" is a magic monster that discerns a man's lies and is lent to the lords of every town by the King and is kept by the Temple.
I can't use it for a year once it rings. It is normal for the temple itself or the lord to use it. Many towns have secured a one-year usufruct with lords paying high royalty fees. It's not something a nobleman like the Goncourt family can let you use even if you want. You have to pay a broken royalty to the temple, and it's hard to get the Lord's permission. How the hell did the Goncourt family win the right to use this precious item?
I have a bell in front of me now. Nilft was ready for the Goncourt family.
(Dear Cassandra)
(I'm sorry I didn't do my part)
(Always be healthy, please)
Nilft tried to kill himself.
But all the tools have been taken away, and I've been treated for scratching my tongue. And the interrogation was relentless, and the Bordolin conspiracy was revealed.