Sevens

For lunch, we went into a break and we were eating less and hydrating.

At a time like this, with Monica, we can even prepare a sumptuous lunch, but now it's just hard bread and water. Monica told me, I also ate a small amount of salty dried meat to replenish the salt.

Sitting on a rock that was nearby, May ate too much hard dried meat near me and ate it lavishly.

It's an unsavory preserved food, but Mae doesn't seem to mind.

The escorts were resting in the shade. Aria is also resting because Eva and Clara are on watch.

Turning his gaze to the candidate for the Virgin - Mr. Aura - Mr. Gastone was apparently persuading him.

"Dear Aura, you can't run away forever. We need to get into some kind of asylum."

Aura takes a sip of water.

"Is that Rolphis? I don't like it. Because even I know how much you hate me."

Selma seems to be in trouble, too, but she can't force it too much. Anyway, we got Mr. Aura involved because we were in charge.

(Do you hate the Virgin Candidate that much)

And then you noticed my gaze, and Mr. Aura came out of his tongue and said, "Be."

With May laughing.

"Ahahahaha, you hated me, Lyell. But why not the other Virgin? If you're unwilling, just let someone do it."

May's opinion is natural, but there's no reason why you shouldn't do it in Mr. Selma.

At any rate, Mr. Selma has lost to the current Virgin in popularity. They don't make a big difference in that, but it's true that I lost.

We prepared an opposing horse, Aura, but she was unmotivated, so she was also on the current Virgin's side.

"Mr. Selma is that one. I'm too old to be a Virgin. Look, I usually did the Virgin for 20 years or something. I did my best. You need to rest now."

Then May looks at Mr. Selma.

"From what I can tell, it's not much different. It would be nice if we could have a baby. With that said, why didn't you dictate?

I looked back at May, chewing on the dried meat I had.

"... I didn't dictate. That's a misunderstanding."

Then a fifth generation of voices came from within the treasure balls. When May is on his side, the fifth generation speaks well.

'That was an unpleasant event. I made him swear he'd never do it again, so it's okay. "

You were wondering about my discussion, and it looks like Clara and the others were peeking out of Porter's shadow. And all of a sudden, Mr. Selma was panicking and he felt something.

I didn't hear what the story was about, but it was outrageous to Eva and May.

Eva is happy to be able to sing somehow, and Mae says she should have spoken as she does now.

"It's a hassle, isn't it? So, why are you better off young?

I put my gaze back on Mr. Aura and say:

"They say the Virgin is the object of a kind of worship. The last goddess - I worship the seventh goddess, but I still need a representative of the country. If it's decorative, a young, beautiful woman would have been nice."

The role of the Virgin was to decorate.

But at some point, power came together, and other countries interfered and Zain also used other countries to take its present form?

I have a fifth generation voice.

'Aura would be better off if I could get her to the head. The new representatives would be a little better off when negotiating with Rolphis as well. There's a chance they'll be caught off guard. Thelma doesn't seem like it. "

As things stand, our idea is to intercept Zayn about Rolphis' side. To do so, it was necessary to have an authentic successor to Zain named after him.

(We need to go back and re-gather the information. in some cases it doesn't have to be Rolphis)

If you want a third country to intervene, I'll choose you. If I can't do anything... I needed to push it a little bit.

Historical principals also said they would not recommend it much, so I will not transfer it to execution.

Mr. Aura of Zain is independent in a place with many supporters. In addition to sharpening Zayn's national power, he can also join hands with Rolphis, who rivals Zayn.

But for my sake, it was a less pleasant way.

When I get up, I tell May I'm done eating.

"Let's go. We'll be in Baym tomorrow."

That's what I was thinking.

(Think of a way to draw Mr. Aura in? I guess I'll rely on the third generation)

- Baym.

It was a big building there.

Seems to have been used previously by a merchant who was said to be a millionaire, but the adventurers didn't seem to buy or borrow it because it was not user-friendly.

Next to the mansion was a large warehouse, the size that Porter could afford. Monica was also satisfied with the size of the many porters she would enter.

"You don't have a problem making noise here. There's a little bit of distance around."

splendid mansion, and a large warehouse in a large garden.

There was a reason they got this property. It's quite inconvenient.

There were rumors that he was away from the centre of Baym and even that the millionaire merchant was still wandering.

In fact, something seemed to have happened, and Miranda and Shannon were going into the basement of the mansion to deal with it.

Nowem has started cleaning the mansion and the Monicas bought up this mansion cheaply, which was almost a bad property.

"Trying to demolish it makes me unhappy... I see, that's why no one bought it because there were so many accidents"

Monica doesn't believe in ghosts and other occult things. But not now.

"Well, in a world where magic is fantastic, I'm not surprised by ghosts anymore. But it's this Monica's job to get everything done by the time the chickenshit gets back... you just want to get rid of ghosts"

I tried to take out the goods that seemed to work quite well, Monica, but look at just the water they were selling when they said holy water.

"That's usually dirty water. All the other just ornaments. I bought some cheap stuff, but it doesn't look like it's working."

Walking through the warehouse with them intact, Monica scanned the area.

"... is it some kind of hidden passage? The warehouse seems to have some underground, but you have something in the basement of the mansion. This has to be revealed."

Monica, who rocked the twin tails and walked out pleasantly, swung down the stairs with force when she discovered the entrance to the basement.

"We couldn't offer chicken bastards, but we're going to be able to offer souvenirs and topics. When the ghost comes out, we have to talk to him about that time in the middle of the night!

Monica, going into the dark basement, was singing her nose with pleasure -.

- Shannon was clinging to his sister Miranda.

He has a lantern in one hand, illuminating his surroundings.

"F, huhahahaha! I see a magic stream that I can't see! It's a trap set by an old merchant. It's a prospect!

Miranda threw the knife in her hand onto the walls of the underground aisle, making it difficult to walk.

The trick moved in half and a rusty spear jumped out of the walls and floors. The movement was also dull, with some spears broken.

"Is this the kind of thing I've been leaving out? Well, I wonder what's behind this."

Shannon trembling, in a strong tone.

"Ki, it must be the treasure of a millionaire! He's rich, he's got a treasure!

Even when Miranda heard about it, she was not interested.

Anyway, I should have been able to use the mansion. Besides, I don't think a lot of things will come out even if I expect them weirdly.

(I hear a lot about millionaires, hardware, and being bought at the expense of weird things. It would be a joke if they even grabbed me for a fake and set up such a trap to keep it safe)

When there is a sound in the distance, Shannon clings to Miranda.

"Shannon, it's hard to walk. Besides, it didn't help at all."

"Because something scary! It's not a sign of people. Something's moving! Besides, they're watching, and this place is definitely not good! That's why I said it! Even if it's cheap, let's stop here!

As Shannon was about to cry out, Miranda held Shannon's hand firmly as she sighed.

When I walk out, I discover another trap.

He threw a knife, moved a trap, and made sure it was broken when there was a strange noise.

"If you're left alone for decades, you won't move."

I was wondering what kind of trap was set up, Miranda, but considering that it had been abandoned for many years, I decided that there was nothing that would move properly.

If Shannon has no problem holding him, he walks straight out.

"We need to see what's in the basement. It's gonna be a long time before Ryells gets back."

When Miranda walked out, Shannon hugged and walked so she wouldn't leave while looking around -.

- Inside the mansion.

Nowem was cleaning the mansion's master's study.

I am carefully cleaning as it has been decided to be Lyell's room.

When I opened the window and held the tool, the window suddenly closed even though there was no wind.

Batang!

When he heard a loud noise, Nowem decided to open the window again without surprise. But now I can't open the window even though it's not locked.

It felt like I was being held back.

"I'd like to clean the major rooms by the end of the day... can you please stay out of the way?

I looked back through the window and looked in the middle of the room and there was a fat man with purple skin there.

A few large gemstoned rings on the fingers, and gold necklaces around the neck.

Before the former master of the mansion, who was not already of the world, Nowem put down his tools and greeted him.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Nowem...... I say Nowem Foxz. Lyle's lover who bought the mansion...... is different. The engagement was also destroyed before. Ministers are different, too. What can I say? Well, are you Lord Lyell's faithful me?

Turning a smile, the man in the black robe slowly rose. I have a big sickle in my hand.

I saw them and understood what they were like.

Nowem narrowed his eyes.

"I thought you erased all the foreign laws, but you seem to have gathered what was left. Even though immortality is not a good thing..."

When Nowem waved his right hand, his hand held the staff of the Foxz family treasure.

Studies were once carried out that sought immortality and merged with demonic stones, materials, and demons themselves.

They were all supposed to stay out of the table. I should have disposed of all the records, but apparently the millionaires who once lived in the mansion did their own experiments by grabbing the clue.

The former master of the mansion, who could no longer speak, shook down a large sickle to Nowem.

Nowem took the sickle with his left hand. Grip the blade and don't freak out no matter how much force your opponent puts into it.

"Those who dyed their hands in the foreign law can't stay put. At least rest in peace."

A sickle appeared on Nowem's right-hand cane. A silver-thinking sickle flashed through his opponent's abdomen.

A man with purple skin opened his black-dyed mouth and screamed. The blue-white flame burned the man down as it was, leaving ashes on the floor.

Nowem saw the sarah and the disappearing ashes, and put the sickle back on his cane.

"You were still there."

Having said that, I decided to clear the cleaning tools and carry out the mansion exploration...

- Miranda spotted Monica at the end of the underground passage.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Monica holding the book in her hand in the dark room, Shannon was falling open with her mouth open without screaming.

Take the lantern from Shannon's hand, and illuminate the room.

Monica had looked through books and documents.

"It's a really interesting study. Apparently, you were repeating your experiments here. In the back, there was a barn, and there was a demon there. We can't publish this, so we need to dispose of it."

When Miranda heard about it, she assumed that apparently the millionaires who once lived there were doing weird research. I narrowed my eyes and illuminated the walls and bookshelves.

There was a line of books with unfamiliar titles, and some books with illegible words. There is also a dictionary for reading them.

There were several desks in the room, and a few people seemed to work and do research.

When he put the lantern on his desk, Miranda looked at the entrance to the room. I heard footsteps from there, but neither Monica nor Miranda looked panicked.

Because we know who's here.

It was Nowem who came into the room.

"You were discovered earlier. Apparently, my husband here had a less than favorable hobby. I will dispose of all the books and documents that are here."

Miranda went to Shannon's side with her shoulders up and down in a stronger tone than usual, and with the gaze that she would not tolerate objections.

Monica, look around when you put the book down.

"This room is available. Even if the cleaning is on me?

Then Nowem nodded.

"Do as you please. However, I will dispose of everything I have in this room. The same goes for furniture."

Miranda was as frightened as she was.

"Even though you have a desk that seems expensive?

Nowem watched Miranda in silence, unusual. Miranda nodded as she raised her hair and sighed.

"Whatever you want. Well, you use the furniture you used in a room like this. I'll dispose of it from what to what"

Nowem is.

"I don't think there's a problem with the mansion. However, please keep this matter a secret from Mr. Clara. Because she has a strong obsession with books."

Monica nodded. The same goes for Miranda.

Shannon was... passed out, so no one turned their gaze -.