2.
"Thunder Strike!"
When Rekan cast a spell as he yelled, lightning struck as surrounding Rekan. And on the back side of Lecan, the throbbing and pounding fell. Pooch was going to run out the door.
Recan turned around and poked his sword at his fallen pouty throat.
Its right eye remains closed.
"Recovery."
I put a recovery on my own eyes. The horizon is back, but not completely. Nevertheless, recans with "3D perception" do not have combat power even if visual abnormalities occur.
"Why did Trog think that if he took Nark and Neru hostage, he could make Zoltan listen?
Recan repeated the question as if nothing had happened.
Pooch surrendered with his hands up as he fell. The power was a weakened and unleashed attack, but it's ineffective nonetheless. I guess I even have resistance gear.
"Because I reported it."
"What?"
"After Eliza left, Zoltan seemed a lot closer to the Inn's husband and wife. Especially when I heard the conversation between Zoltan and my husband after the guests left, I was really picky."
That means this man was near Raffin's Rock Shelf Pavilion that night.
(Right)
(Guest across the street)
Recan is aware of the signs around him. I paid extraordinary attention that night that Eliza came to visit. There were no suspicious signs around Raffin's Rock Shelf Pavilion. There were signs of non-family members in the house across the street, but I wondered if they were hosting guests again, and I didn't even care. Houses around here often only receive gratuities when asked to stay with someone, even if they are not always accommodating. I guess that was a pussy. But if the conversation in this room was properly heard from there, this man would have the magic of Far Ear or similar skills.
"In the first place, I thought it was obnoxious. Even though the family of this inn is a benefactor to Master Zoltan, there is no sign of any close proximity at all. Ever since I came to this town. But that night's intimacy wasn't just every bit. I mean, to keep you out of danger, I didn't get close. That's what I thought."
Lekan was wondering too.
Naak didn't seem to have seen Zoltan in a long time. But from the Zoltan that night, I felt strongly beneficial to Naak's grandfather. I also felt the familiarity I would bring to Nark and his father. He's a man without a sieve. He's a lonely man. I wondered why it was not close to the "Rock Shelf Pavilion in Raffin".
"Did you get any instructions from the trog about Zoltan?"
"Yeah. Sort of. They told me to look for weaknesses."
Have you heard what I need to hear now?
No. Not yet.
"Where are Nark and Neru?"
"This is the conference room next to the Superintendent's Office."
"How many lookouts are there?"
"There's probably no one in the room. Two knights outside the room."
"Is that all?
"That's all I know. But I think there are a lot of knights and people with arms in the Superintendency."
"Hmm."
Now I've heard what I need to hear.
Recan lifted his sword. Shake it down and slash the pussy's neck off.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! It's a better deal not to kill!
Lekan listened, still maintaining his standing to shake it down.
"There's more to be said."
"If you don't take my life now, I'll be my husband's man for the time being."
Lecan wasn't originally willing to kill Pooch. I had no choice but to kill such a small thing. However, I changed my mind when I saw what I had done to my body. I thought it would be dangerous to keep him alive.
"What can I say for myself, but my information-gathering power is a little bit. Interviews, undercover and eavesdropping are also first-class items. I have excellent memory."
Lekan was finding it amusing as he stared at Pooch's face, desperately begging for his life. There is somewhere this secret detective has fallen apart when he says he is in a crisis of absolute destiny. Is something like this odd margin not to be lost until the moment of death?
Slowly lower the sword.
"You can go to the temple for anything and take an oath in front of the priest. I will never turn to my husband's enemies or be at my husband's disadvantage again in the future. I follow my husband's orders."
The tip of the sword reached Pooch's throat.
"I will gather information for my husband and his companions."
My voice is much smaller. That's right. With his sword tip stuck to his throat, there's no way he can shout.
Oh, and I blinked and let go of my killing temper.
Oh, my God, Pooch, I've recieved that killing. In other words, he did not flee, nor did he frighten, nor did he fight back. He still finds Lecan with his seemingly innocent eyes.
(How does this guy's belly feel?)
That's not normal.
Rekan then put his sword in his sheath.
I thought it would be interesting to keep this pussy snitch alive.
Pooch stood up softly with a laugh on his face.
"This letter is a call letter from Zoltan to me, but do you and Trog know where you called it?
"I haven't been taught that, but it must be a labyrinth. Master Zoltan said so. He said if I called him in, Lecan would come."
That's right.
Exactly.
Zoltan called me in, so Lecan goes.
Whatever happens there.
"Go away."
When Rekan commanded him, he bowed and walked away. Like harmless ordinary people themselves.