Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The next day, when Ishur tried to rest at the store, seville rarely reluctantly, so he had no choice but to reveal that Sierra was the inn in front of the castle square, the daughter of the "Three Days Moon Pavilion", and got an understanding. Of course, I haven't told you anything about Elena. Ishur knows Sierra, I told him, but Seville probably thinks Ishur and Sierra are close to it somehow.

"Be very careful. Because she is the daughter of Mr. Mitsuki. I'm sure you'll be fine, but I need to be careful how I treat girls my age."

Ha.... kind of hard in many ways.

The Sierra and I meet in the square, looking around the city in the breeze. It feels like a movie scene, but I don't think I need to do that at all.

"Sounds like some kind of country spy. Hehe."

……

Retake your mind and tell Sierra about the operation you've been thinking about since yesterday.

"The decision is made during the day when the shopkeeper is asleep and has no guests. Today, I'm going to get ready and start right away. First, I walked in through the back door by myself, restrained the manager, and beat the baton and the midgets."

"Oh, that's amazing. Ishl."

"Don't tear it up. So, when we take control of the store, we rescue all the girls who are trapped in the store. It's not just Elena."

"What, awesome. What do you mean by" blame "?

"Uh, do you feel like you're going to get rid of those teething at me in the store?

"Really, Ishul knows all the weird stuff, right?"

Sierra stopped her legs in front of the silver craftsman's open-air merchant again, as if one day.

Find the craft by hand.

"If you're going to help all the girls in the store, would you call Mora and ask her to help?

"No. No Mora. The Alliance will also have connections with people around there. Instead of helping, we shouldn't even talk about today. The women I helped have an idea. I want to talk to you later."

"Okay. Try not to talk to Mora. What are you talking about?

"Before that, it's about the women who help out, but some of them might want to stay for some deep reason. I'll leave you with that."

"Eh. I wonder if he's here."

"Oh. That's what the world is about. Just look for a room to be the manager or manager so everyone can leave without rotting afterwards, and take away the sales of the store like a debt statement. We all split the money we took."

The color of Sierra's eyes changes.

I put the silver-working brooch that was in my hand back on the black cloth.

"That would be great."

"But I don't know if it's a good idea to do that, a lot of things"

"It'll suck, but I don't know what, but I can't pull it off later. Do something with me so it doesn't get any worse. So, there's something I'd like to talk to Sierra about earlier and one more thing I'd like you to do for me."

Head to Sierra and the pleasure district.

The weather is beautiful today and the city before noon has a high sun and a bright descent path. Let the appearance of the people who go out drift like a palm flame through the light. But it's not the heat season yet. I know how cheerful it is to leave people drifting, making people slower.

This is good cheerfulness. Easy to raid.

Ishur laughed one damn time.

That Ishur talked to Sierra, that was a little nasty. I'm going to let the women who freed me from the store have their money and let them go home every day, hire me to a different store, and even go to a friend's house, but it could take a few days to crush Ginova and a flavor of it. In the meantime, I wanted a place to hide the women.

What I asked Sierra to do was to provide me with a place to hide the women. She is the daughter of a landlord around Castle Square. It would be great if parents could arrange an empty house without them knowing.

"I'm sorry. I want to do this right without Sierra's parents knowing."

"It's okay. I have a good one. I have a home to let people stay on pilgrimages to Estford for the autumn harvest festival from the Count Territory in the west and further afield."

"Aren't those people staying in the temple?

"I can't stay in the Temple of Ellistar for that many people. Besides, you can't just stay in the inn on the road, can you? Something that costs a lot of money."

Not so many, but there are pilgrims who go through Eristar to take part in the fall harvest festival in Estofol, the holy capital of the Holy Kingdom of Orst.

They say they can't stay in the temple at Sierra's house and offer vacant homes to those who have no money and can't even stay in the lodging. It takes more than two months from here to Estofol. It's not strange that pilgrims start coming to Ellistar.

"But farmers overlap with times when they get busy, and not that many people come. I have the keys. I know your aunt well enough to help, so I'll borrow them."

And one more favor.

"Don't you have a mask, or something?

Cross the bridge and walk along the southern bank of the Ellistar River to the pleasure district. Ishur holds a spawn shirt in his brown trousers, a sword and mask, and a bunch of fine ropes that have creaked from the Chamber of Commerce warehouse, by the walnuts on his cape, and Sierra strangles a light watery tunic with a belt and weaves a light peach shawl in its wings. They both wore costumes that were commonly seen all over the city.

Ishur wanted the mask because he wanted it not to be seen on his face during the raid, but because it deceived his age and identity, he wondered if it would be convenient for him to be clear to his opponent.

Sierra was able to arrange a mask because her parents could also be called celebrities of the city for once, so there were times in the past when a masked party was held at the "Three Days Moon Pavilion" or one of the very occasional famous bards and travelers stayed, and they got it to commemorate their stay.

The mask she brought was a clown's mask painted white and black around the left and right sides of the face and depicted tear stings beneath her eyes. It depicts a laughing mouth bent like a three day moon.

The two entered the pleasure zone. It came as far south as the main street with few people, in front of a narrow sidewalk with a "full moon pavilion for the evening" in the back.

"That's what's in the back."

Sierra arms up from the street, looking down the road almost benevolent and grand.

"I generally knew where it was. I can't believe it's in that back there."

"Come here."

Pull Sierra. Just pass the sidewalk just now.

"I'm going to go around the back and take control of the guys in the store. Once you've cleared out the dangerous ones, open the store door and I'll show my face, so you can come inside. Until then"

Ishur pointed to the garment store on the other side of the road, diagonally across the sidewalk of the "Night Full Moon Pavilion,"

"I'm looking at my clothes at the store over there. Will you wait till the door opens?"

Clothes shops are female-centric and hang skirts, tunics, etc. in stores. Many things are flashy though the place.

"Okay."

"Okay. If that door doesn't open near evening, go home once. We'll have to talk to Mora later."

"Yeah."

It makes Sierra look anxious.

"Don't worry about it. Because it's all right at all. There's no stronger one in this city than me."

The later one was smaller and I told him to whine.

"Let's get started, then"

About two houses away from the sidewalk of the "Night's Full Moon Pavilion," it enters the back of a now closed drinker-like building, leaping, jumping up on the roof. The roof occasionally goes around the back of the "Full Moon Pavilion at Night" building.

It has changed since last night, and the "Full Moon Pavilion of the Night" is also quiet at noon. The upstairs windows are closed with armor doors, dark inside the first floor windows with armor doors open and no sign of people moving.

The ground floor is quite different from the second floor. Even though upstairs isn't used.

Somewhere in the store, there are signs of movement. The man is walking down the hallway on the ground floor to the door behind the store.

Ishur weaved his cape and hooked a bunch of swords and ropes to his waist. And he put on the mask and jumped off the roof.

Next to the door, put your back on the wall behind the building and wait for that door to open.

When the door opened, an old man came out last night wearing a big one. The old man doesn't notice Ishl.

Ishur laid his hand on the old man's hold from behind, and called out to the old man.

"Be quiet. We have to make a scene."

Oh, who are you?

Tied with a rope that brought a frightened old man's wrist with a squeaky voice. It's like an earthbound room with crates, crates, etc. inside. Dim. Pushed the old man into the corner of the room.

"Stay here for a while. Don't move. If it moves, you know what I mean?

Remove the sword from each sheath hips and stick your nose tip with the tip of the sword.

"Wow, okay."

Ishur kept the old man trembling in the corner of the room, going back. A long hallway through the building appeared on his right hand side.

The hallway is dark and dull. There are signs of people in the hallway, but they're all asleep.

Open the front door. It's not locked.

Inside were two men sitting in a chair with their backs in front of them, sleeping with their swords, and sleeping with their heads up against their desks whether they were even looking on the books in the back of the room.

Hit the man with his back in front of him with a sheath-by-sheath sword straight from behind. I hit my right shoulder out of the back of the chair as much as I wanted. I think the shoulder bone, the indirect part, is shattered.

The man jumped up for a moment screaming without a voice, holding his shoulder down and nodding.

"Ko, this..."

Put your sword on where you've been turning your face on this one. The man gave a strange voice and was slapped against the wall. There is blood coming out of my mouth.

"What! You."

A man who slept against his desk gets up. He's a middle-aged man with a fashionable scarf over his shirt. This must be the manager of this store or the manager.

When Ishur approached him silently, he slapped his sword around the man's jaw to beat him. A man blows up to the side. I clashed flashly against a stacked bookcase of books on the wall. Fly the belly of a fallen man.

"Ugh..."

The man bleeds out of his mouth, holding his belly down and boring. Ishur again, this time skipping the man's head.

In the meantime, tie up the two men who were in the room in the back hand, and tie both ankles tight and head out into the hallway. Moving on down the hallway, a big man walked in from the back shop. The body is also disappointed and in good physical shape. He's a man who feels like a gorn up a mercenary.

It must have happened to the noise in the room earlier. I don't have a sword or anything, but I have a prickly knuckle on my fist.

That's my own assist, not just reinforcement. Gather the wind outside the building and through the windows. Build two balls with compressed air.

"Who are you?"

That's a great voice. Probably strong.

Hit the ball against the window next to the man and smash it. Countless pieces of glass pierced the man's face. One more bullet in the face. There was a small explosion around the front of the man's face, and the man couldn't stop falling back.

Looking down at the fallen man. The face is stabbed with small and large glass, lips turned, nosebleeds. I have a cramped eyelid meditating on how my eyes are doing. Maybe the blast is hitting my eyeballs.

I'm talking slowly about something, but I can't hear you. I guess my consciousness is cloudy.

I don't want to kill you for this much. I made the air balls a lot looser, but they seemed pretty powerful. Humans will be weak when they get hit in the face.

It's just hard if this guy regains consciousness, turns into a throwaway bowl and runs out. Tie it with rope, but don't force it. It's going to loosen up, and I'll let you do one leg so it's pathetic, but I can't stand.

Collect the wind from the broken window to make a sphere and hit the sleeping man's right foot shin to explode. The flesh of the shank flew, and the tree on the floor cracked and flew. The man raised his voice once and frightened his whole body, but there was no response. Looks like you've completely lost your mind. The man's shin was torn flesh and white bones were visible.

Avoid the man and head back down the hall.

and the door on the left opened.

"What! What happened!

I go around the door, strike a sword on the man's shoulder, and kick him inside the room. Inside, in the cooking area, the blown man struck his head and lost his mind at the big one that was behind him. Was this guy a cook? Then I did something wrong.

There's no sign of anyone else on the ground floor anymore. In the back, enter the lounge where guests eat and drink. The floor is carpeted, with chairs and tables that look high with low seating surfaces. I went to the entrance and exit and opened the door.