She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred and twelve

A corner of the suburbs. Surrounded by high walls, its facility was a warehouse district lined with countless warehouses on the property.

"I was talking about the large number of valuables that the Melville Chamber of Commerce handles being stored in this place. Everyone around here said that, and I never heard a word of a ruin."

on the roof of the building a little further from the facility. Sasori shrugs in a sinking mood, looking at the large warehouse district rather than softly going in if it's about a small village. As much as I was confident in my intelligence skills, I didn't see the hidden information and seemed depressed.

"Just because it's very suspicious, it's not decided that there is. Even if it did, the Lord had already kept an eye on the shard, so it would have been only a matter of time before we could find it."

If I hadn't met Mira at that store then, Sasori would have bought black fog-wrapped shards, checked their origins, and found a burial ground for Senki as a result. And more importantly, it was only with the investigation of the sasori that this warehouse district was immediately sighted as suspicious.

When Mira encouraged him, Sasori quickly recovered, "Be prepared, Melville Chamber of Commerce," the easier it was to understand.

"When you have valuables, you hide what you really want to protect, taking strict security for granted. That's the opposite of me."

Behind those two, Words Lambert looked around the warehouse district looking somewhere fun.

Mira and the others, who then descended from the roof, walk to the facility. The entrance gate, which had thus finally arrived, was wide open, protected by two fully armed guards.

By the entrance is placed an unrecognizable device, like laying glass balls on a parabola antenna. Sassoli, they say that's the magic detector alert device.

Mira and the others approach from the front there, but there's no sign of the guards reacting.

Get closer and closer enough to hear the chatter.

The guards were talking about the night meal. The guards thrive that they want to have a cup of grilled chicken, or they want some stuffed ramen, and they don't want to throw away their stuffed BBQ bowls either.

Then, the noise sounds much smaller. If I turned around, there was a look of sasori there that could swim my eyes.

"Well, not only the belly worm, but the magic too."

That said Mira walks out towards the entrance. Words Lambert and Sasori also continue to pass beside the guards.

Mira and the others stepped into the facility, safely through the gate and without getting caught in the alarm detection network.

"Wow. I haven't noticed at all!

A guard who hasn't reacted at all, despite passing in grandeur. Turning around, Sasori confirms it, laughing with pleasure.

'Cause your lord couldn't do anything extra.'

Mira smiles when she is noticed by throwing a stone at such a razor. Then Sasori pointed and protested silently at her lips.

"I wonder where the entrance to Senki's burial ground is"

To deceive, Sasori speaks so.

If you look around again, the grounds are lined with brick warehouses. The Warehouse County, which runs far with each row of five buildings as a single summary, was lighting its contours in the darkness of night, by city lights arranged at equal intervals.

At the end of a tidy cobblestone road, you can also see the many guards patrolling in the distance. In addition, I wondered if it was because it was so quiet, the lantern lights the guards put on their hips rose pompously in the dark warehouse district, and it seemed like a human soul and creepy somewhere to move around every shake.

"The guard who sold the shards, the Lord says he saw them. You haven't checked which warehouse it came from?

Mira looks around the warehouse district, where she can't tell by the same construction everywhere, and asks Sasori. Because I thought it would be morning if I was looking for the entrance to the ruins and checking one by one.

"Hmmm...... I was just watching the entrance then..."

If you stole it and went straight to sell it, it is believed that the guards came out of the place where the entrance to the ruins was located. But there's no way I can monitor all of the vast property on my own. So Sasori put a net at the entrance where he could see the flow of people, and he didn't check that far.

"Then you have no choice."

So whining Mira realizes something and looks around again.

"Mira, what's wrong? Enemy?"

To Mira's appearance, Sasori immediately took a cautious stance.

"No, it's not a guard move. I'm really curious."

Saying, Mira follows with her eyes the light of a lantern visible in the distance. Sasori also turned his attention to the guard's movements as he was told to explore around him.

Then a few dozen seconds later, Sasori raises her voice "Oh, well," and at the same time Mira realizes how uncomfortable she is.

And they jumped onto the roof of the warehouse with Words Lambert and gazed far away.

Looks like it's worth checking out.

"Yeah, you are."

"I see. Is that so?"

Mira and Sasori as well as Words Lambert seem to have noticed that.

The illustrious Mira and the others rush straight down the road toward their goal.

The identity of discomfort. That was the patrol path of the guards.

The number of guards was high and there were enough people to look around the wide warehouse district. But somehow, not a single patrol guard came near the entrance where Mira and the others had stood.

That could be because two guards were packing at the entrance. Or maybe it was after the patrol passed.

But Mira, concerned about the matter, went up to the roof, marked the blurry moving lantern lights and confirmed the circuit path. And I'm sure that's not off the hook.

I was able to confirm about two guards going around to the entrance. But all the other guards were concentrated in the back.

Behind the warehouse, there's probably a reason to make security thicker.

And finally, Mira and the others set foot in a vigilant neighborhood. Then dignified peek into the small window in the warehouse and start looking inside. It's a vandalism that can be accomplished because it's a complete cover-up.

Various crates, large and small, are stacked in the warehouse, where the slightest lights of the street lights plug in. That's more or less the same warehouse, and the only difference seems to be about a few crates.

"No, it's a little different here."

"Yeah. That doesn't sound like a warehouse."

With a peek into some of the warehouses, Mira and Sasori realize that it's clearly different there. I saw it through the small window because it was a table, not a crate.

From what I've seen, it was a living space. Mira, explored in Biosensing, feels a reaction for two from inside the warehouse in front of her, in addition to the surrounding guards.

"Like a guard's quarters."

Spread your gaze around everything you can see through the small window, and that's what Sasori expects. That's a big deal. Since the number of guards is many and they are guarded all morning and night, replacement personnel are necessary. If there was a place where we could rest within the confines of laying the security net, it would be efficient too. These places are placed in the necessary places. I could even think about that.

"That's the most reasonable thing, but it doesn't look the same."

But Mila, noting one point, wondered whether this was really a guard quarters. One point is the laundry dried in the corner of the room.

If Sasori asks if there's anything to catch, Mira points to the laundry.

"In that laundry, they all look like women. And the biggest factor is those pants. Rabbit backprint trousers. I don't care what you think about that one. It's for girls of low age!

Mira, who looked dark and hard, but found pants for her low age in the laundry being dried in the room, answered so forcefully, conceited the detective. It's not strange that the guards have women, but they won't have children.

"Is that... pants? And you have something for younger people?

The words returned were unexpected, approximating Mira's intentions to shine her eyes.

"There is.... you don't?

Confidence shakes, Mira. I still don't fully grasp this world thing, maybe an adult woman would wear a backprint too. Because I thought so.

The truth is that Sasori didn't grasp the shape of the underlying pants in the first place. For this reason, a diagram in which the backprint is children's pants cannot be made up in her.

"I wonder. I've only worn it the way I am. Look, Mira took it from my bag at the inn, that's all."

That's what Mira remembers. What Mira took out of Sasori's bag was a short black leggings. But apparently, for Sasori, that was the real pants.

"Is that what happened? There's no color."

Mira stares at the sasori, groans unfortunately, and speaks out. He said pants are attractive just because he knows he's hiding there, even if he can't see them. That is why women should also pay attention to their underwear. Yes, Mira developed a biased self-theory.

"So Mira's wearing pants like that, too?

Sasori was apparently interested in Mira's enthusiasm. Sasori, which has been a day of training since childhood, was neglected by something called femininity. And I heard a word often said from within my companions, even from Mira's mouth. Looks like they circled around and rallied in their pants. Femininity starts with pants.

"Don't be silly. I have already gone over it. Not the sexier one."

That being said, Mira let her skirt roll up with unsubstantiated confidence. White thighs flourish in the darkness of the night, lit by thin lights. And on top of that, the area usually hidden in the skirt dew, and the stunning contrast between white skin and black sexy pants emerged there.

"Wow, wow. Not like mine at all. I wonder if wearing one of these will give me a hue too!?"

Binding in, Sasori stares seriously at those pants, touching them even more and being stunned by the difference from his own. And I began to be contaminated with Mira's ideas.

"The foundation is in order. Let's just go."

Mira affirms very much and gives the sasori backup awakened by the colour. There is no one here who can judge whether that is the right answer.

Then the two exchanged promises that they would go buy underwear with them next time, leaving the spot. Whether it's a dormitory or not, it's because from what I've seen, I've concluded it has nothing to do with the ruins.

After those two, Words Lambert followed with an indescribable look.

"No, this doesn't look like a warehouse either."

Looks like the next place I peeked in was something else with the look of the warehouse. Within sight of the small window, there was no such thing as a crate, a square hole in the center, and the interior was as bright as daylight.

"Really. Besides, the guards are inside. This is suspicious."

Sasori then glanced at his face and glanced indoors, narrowing his eyes to its strict security system and smiling cunningly.

Mira and the others can quickly turn toward the entrance and put their hands on the door there to make sure this will be worth checking out as a top priority.

"Ah!"

Sasori raises her voice in a hurry at Mira's behavior like that. There are guards inside, but if you open the door, they'll notice. Nevertheless, the door did not open by pushing or pulling. Apparently, it's locked.

"I'm already surprised."

Seeing Sasori get a sigh of relief, I realize Mira didn't explain the essence of the power of the silent Spirit. The opening and closing of the door as well as the bag will be deluded if it has the power of complete cover-up.

When Mira taught him that, Sasori, who had completed his covert business with the thought of blood seeping, stared at Words Lambert and murmured somewhere nasty, "Oh, well, then you'll be fine," he said.

"Well, what's the matter?"

No matter how much you delude it with the power of silence, it's locked, you can't go inside any of them.

"This is an awesome precision lock."

Sasori groaned so as she peered into the door keyhole with an elongated metal rod in her hand, attempting to unlock it. But I get up a little bit and I say, "I can't seem to do it" and I stare at the door. Sasori, they said it was a robust lock about the treasure trove of the castle.

If I didn't have the key, I couldn't open it from the surface, and as a result, I didn't even see what looked like the back entrance to the warehouse.

"This is going to have to be a last resort."

Mira, who came back to the door on the table, raised her right hand softly as she looked at the door.

"A last resort. What are you gonna do, Mira?

Mira imagines it would be easy to blow up every building with that thin arm. Then Mira grabbed the hand gently and attached it to the door.

"What about knocking normally and having it open from the inside"

That's what Mira told me. She made me knock on the door.

Here's what Mira thinks. Inside the warehouse are guards. If you knock on the door, you should unlock it from the inside and show your face, wondering if anyone's here. It's about going inside through the gap between the doors for a moment.

"Sure. Probably the most certain......"

The means of looking for a key that doesn't know who has it or where it is is is out of the question. There is also a fear that the opponent will naturally notice the destruction of the building and make it more vigilant.

If you just knock, it's inconspicuous, and if it works, that's what you'll be able to do because of your chi.

"But can that be all? It ends with a little face out of the gap and looking around, doesn't it?

Sasori convinced that it was simple but surprisingly effective, but voices concerns that it would be convenient. If you just want to see how things are going, all you have to do is get a gap in your face. And if the person who opened the door didn't move off the spot, it would be difficult to dive in without contact.

Mira laughed all the time when she heard that, waiting, and stuck her hand in the porch.

"So, this is it."

That being said, Mira took what was needed as a last resort from the porch.

"Like acquiring? Sounds like you love money because it's enough to steal, but isn't it too cheap for silver coins?

What Mira had taken out, it was a single silver coin (five thousand riffs). Sasori, who sees it, bitterly complains that it would be cheap on boulders to bribe. But Mira confidently waves her chitch and fingers and says, "Not so," and takes the two of them, heading under a street light a little away from the door.

"This is what you do!

Mira, who put up a silver coin to show, puts it under the street lamp. Then he returned to the side of the door again, reflecting the light and watching the sparkling silver coins proudly defying his chest.

"I see. That's how you use it."

Seeing that, Sasori nods as he was convinced too.

If you let your face peek through the door, you'll see the silver coins falling under the street lights. If you like money, you'll definitely go pick it up. Something that everyone is interested in and can make you leave the spot if only a little bit. That is money.

"Then all you have to do is knock and bring it out."

Sasori standing in front of the door saying so. That's where Words Lambert communicates the precautions. To knock and deliver that sound to the guards inside, you need to temporarily cut the cover-up. So he told me to be careful around and not find it.

"Okay."

Shortly after Sasori agreed, a puffy, pale light floated around the corner, and a guard with a lantern down his waist could be seen coming around it.

"Wait a minute. Here comes the patrol."

Two people waiting still for a guard walking through the middle of the road yawning. It was then that we approached from the corner, and passed the road in the front, and let's get away from it.

"Oh, silver coins....... lucky."

The guard, who stopped, looked around to see the surroundings, then nostalgic for the sparkling silver coins under the street lights, and left with his feet gently.

"Mine, silver coins..."

Mira looks stunned and drops off the back of that guard. Sasori and Words Lambert stared bitterly at Mira's back, a little tearful, even sad.