I spent the next day getting ready for an escape.
I didn't feel comfortable with the food, so as I was collecting nuts that I could eat in the lean woods, I saw several strange monsters again.
(Maybe he's in the "world of the table" too)
Army ants with green crusts are bigger than my body.
Tenagazar, who has four arms, flies from tree to tree at a faint speed, eventually turning away from me as he alerts me instead of attacking me.
The cannibal mushrooms that were able to see through the pseudo thanks to [Mori Luo Vientiane] are highly toxic, so I drop them off without touching them.
(completely different ecology)
During the day he checked the perimeter of the underground city, and in the "world of the table" he also looked at the direction where the Holy King's capital was located.
It was —— it was a wasteland on one side.
It didn't even grow grass, the wasteland to which the soil was exposed had little place to hide itself, dotted with poisonous swamps.
(If I tell the lady about this, she won't believe me)
I went back to the Underground City after doing a thorough investigation and gathering the necessary supplies.
It seems that this city has little access to the outside world, and I also have no guard over whether the underground city is "never going to be found," so I don't have to worry about breaking and entering.
Here's one problem.
Not to mention ready to let the Leffians go. All you have to do is anticipate a fit when everyone's asleep and decide on an escape operation.
So what is the problem —— who is the deputy captain and who is he? He sounds like a hell of a scumbag not talking about the chief who was caught.
I wanted to check with these eyes. [M] So I thought I'd go back before the lights went out and see if the deputy captain would come out at a distance.
Maybe he's a good guy who deliberately wears the skin of a bad guy to help his people.
Then —— there he is.
There's a ref hanging around outside trying to be surrounded by three underground military men in about half an hour before the lights go out.
"Yikes, hiccups. No, I'm sorry. Hey! I can't believe you can get me a drink like this!
"I'm pretty sure I need you to look into the technology of the airship. Other dragon men can't keep their mouths shut."
"Ah! They're already, they're sturdy, sturdy! You can just put a couple of shots up on your cheek!
"You... no, that's okay. You can talk to me."
"Yikes, hicks! Looking forward to drinking here..."
It's like purposefully wearing the skin of a bad guy to help a buddy... a good guy... maybe... right? That's not a zero chance, is it?
When the lights went out, I headed to the tavern where four people, including the deputy captain, walked in. Guess it's because cooking time is over, there's no smoke coming out of the chimney, and they seem to serve a warm meal with extra heat.
"--Wahaha! Drink! Drink!
"-- Hey, sis. Hey, come here and have a drink with me!
"--hey, you hit my shoulder, Boquete!
... If you do, you'll hear a high tension, or a bad gala.
I opened the lid door leading from the rooftop to the attic where Myka mushrooms were grown. When you pass on the scissors and go down, you can see the floor better from the gaps in the floorboard.
In a store that is not so large, there is a narrow area lined up with tables and chairs. The drunk underground had bright red skin by the time he was stunning.
Were you pressured by the air in the swordswallowing place, the deputy captain tried to shrink, but still drank the alcohol poured into the jock - probably something like ale - looking delicious.
"Whoa, Deputy Captain. Are you saying that you're from the Lev Demon Guided Empire?
A man in his mid-30s, sitting beside him, stretches out his arm and holds the Deputy Captain's shoulder.
"Ha... you're right"
"It's me. Nobody knows about a country like that. You can't possibly -- you're screwing with me, right?
"Buho, no!
The deputy captain is shaking his neck sideways as he ejects the ale, but the man's thick arm keeps the deputy captain in captivity and doesn't let him go.
"The other crew members are saying the same thing as me!?"
"Oh no... there it is suspicious"
"Heh!?"
He said, "Why don't we just talk about it?
"That's not true! Give me a break, Hundred Leaders."
Hundred people long...... sure is someone in the ranks with 100 people? That bad gala guy —— no, well, most underground people here are bad galas —— is a pretty good superior.
Sure enough, the two men you're coming with are making sure the deputy captain doesn't escape without warning.
But I don't have any proof.
"Evidence… is it evidence"
The deputy captain laughed with dark eyes.
"So why don't we do this? Hang one of the crew members on torture. Then you know if it's a lie or a sincerity, right?
"... hey, don't you dare say that?
"But if I don't, I can't prove my innocence. Anyone can do it. They were fooling around with me..."
No, no, no, no, you can't. This guy!
What an easy way to sell your people!
Even the chief didn't like you, but only said enough to "punch" you —— you said you could "torture"?
(... this guy, no. I'm not pretending to be upside down. Assuming the underground swallows the word, someone could really hang the prisoner for torture. Then it can be enough that the wound will die.)
I was driven by a desire to let go of my magic instead of "punching" here, but I could see it all the time.
(Then all we have to do is run a 12-man escape plan over here. Let's go now)
If I stay here any longer, I'm going to hear a lot of things I don't even want to hear.
I heard a hundred words in my ear trying to leave.
"You, I know you're trying to help me, and as for me, thank you so much... I don't know about airships and their knowledge, it's not enough. Then I'll make it a souvenir to him."
The deputy captain was shrunk and frightened.
"... man"
I went out to the roof to tell the scythe. [M]
Really, I feel so tired already before I started the operation.
That deputy captain was the one. I don't know what he's going to do with staying here, but you don't have to worry about that much.
Come on, let's run the operation.