She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred and nineteen

"So if your family is safe, you have nothing to worry about, right?

Mira sums up her previous stories concisely to put into words the conclusions she has drawn.

Johann the Alchemist, who was producing material that was the basis for powerful weapons against the Spirit. He understood it was against humanity. But he took his wife and daughter hostage and was forced to obey.

Then, if only his wife and daughter could do something about it, Johann could dignify and follow humanity and stop producing materials. Then the anti-Spirit weapon provided to Chimera Clozen will not be able to be made again. It will be the presence of this weapon that Chimera Clozen is able to fight to its advantage against the Spirit, which is superior to humanity. If you can stop that production, it should drastically cut the opponent's momentum.

Furthermore, with Johann on his side who was involved in generating the foundation, and using his knowledge, it is possible to discover weaknesses against spiritual weapons as well. As for the Fifty Bells League, it was a person who wanted to be welcomed even though it was not.

"If you two go home safely, I promise I'll be happy to give your organization a hand."

Johan understands and answers the sincerity of Mira's words. And his voice, which was uttered upright, also contained a sincere desire.

"Then let's do the best we can"

'Cause I'm sure I'll find it.

When Mira and Sasori turned to Johann again, they forcefully exchanged promises.

"It's the light I finally see. As a token of our commitment, we'll provide some more materials later."

Johann sits back in the chair by the table with a delightful mouth.

"Ho, the material. That helps, but what kind of material?

That's what Mira also said when she lowered her back to the right chair, while taking out and mouthing an all-season ole purchased at the home of the Fifty Bells League.

"It's a roundup about black fog stones. Apart from eroding the spirits, that processed product exhibits various effects depending on the mixture. Knowing its effects beforehand should be easy to deal with when dealing with them."

"I see. That's certainly not useful."

"Wow! I mean, I know my secret!

Mira agrees with Johann's explanation. The sasori that stands behind it is also excited by the information that approaches the core of the previously unknown weapons of the Chimera Closens.

The Fifty Bells Federation still has little information about Black Misty Stone. And in several encounters, Sasori was tormented by its troublesome effects, and some experiences he missed.

If a combatant who is not as elite as a sasori would suffer an unexpected pain when he or she is forced to fight with his or her user. But if you know that beforehand, it should be a big plus for the Fifty Bells League.

"And if you helped my wife and daughter out safely, I'll also provide you with a list of deals I made with the Melville Chamber of Commerce. Trading material for the main armament used by the Chimeras. I think if we use it well, we can take all the outside roads of the Chamber of Commerce with us."

Johan builds up more rewards for success. It is the perfect ingredient to connect Chimera Clozen with the Melville Chamber of Commerce, if you try Mira and the others. But there was one thing wrong with that.

"That helps, but is it good? Your Lord may also be guilty."

Yes, as Mira said, the pursuit will not be spared for any reason beyond the fact that the dossier has Johann's name. There is room for circumstantiality, but what Johann has taken over and created while still knowing has caused so many sacrifices that he cannot ignore them with emotion. Therefore, even if the punishment by the law is not lowered, it will be judged by something related to it.

"I don't mind. I have a consciousness that I did just that. But if there's one thing I can tell you, I want my wife and daughter out of this."

After Johann had settled in correctly and stared at Mira and the others, he bowed his head deeply.

"Uhm, let's do good"

"I'll do whatever I can."

Mira and Sasori also turn straight to Johann again and say so in good faith.

"Oh, that helps"

Johann looked up and nodded satisfactorily, and smiled slightly.

The question is how to help my wife and daughter. But Johan says he doesn't know where the two of them are. But the handwriting of the letter that arrives does belong to my wife, so I am bound to live somewhere. Yes, Johan speaks with hope.

"Your wife and daughter. It's a place of detention for two women... Um, somewhere..."

Sasori squeaks as she arms together and shakes her tail loosely. Mira roars with her fingers along her chin tip and wrinkles between her brows as she drinks me out all season. And that's when.

"By the way, how old is my daughter now?

Mira asked Johann if she had noticed anything.

"Are you old? Then you'll be eight this year."

Was it hard not to watch her growing daughter, and Johann answered with some distant look.

Mira, who hears it in contrast, "Hmm, eight years old," hoists the end of her mouth as she repeatedly answers.

"I don't know about that place."

If my daughter is eight years old, the conditions match. Satisfied with the results of integrating memory and information, Mira smiled invincibly.

"You got it? Mira..."

"Where is that?!?"

Johann, suddenly gaining momentum, curled up so once and for all, ignoring Sasori's voice, approached Mira as if he were stuck. The desperate figure was strong enough to be a testament to being both husband and father, and full of sadness.

Sasori stares at Johann like that, just silently.

"It's a warehouse district run by the Melville Chamber of Commerce. Next to the entrance to the ruins of Senki was a warehouse where the woman's laundry had been dried. If you think you were imprisoned, you'd be convinced of that unnaturalness."

Mira slowly explains so, putting her hand on Johan's shoulder to calm him down and pushing him back into his seat.

"Oh, those kid pants!

Sasori also seems to have clearly remembered the place, the situation, and utters the most impressive words.

"It would be worth looking into."

As if he was no longer convinced, Flirting Mira, it was already looking confident.

The warehouse district where the Melville Chamber of Commerce and Chimera Clozen are related. Near the entrance to Senki's burial ground, patrols and many security are tight, and it is certainly the perfect place to imprison and keep an eye on.

"That's not where I'm going..."

Not sure, but I found out where my wife and daughter are. That would be a pleasure for Johann. But he puts his trembling hands on his knees and bites his lips off. And he squeaks down, "How can I save you..."

The warehouse district managed by the Melville Chamber of Commerce was famous for being so heavily guarded that it was also said to be the best on the Rose Line. They say it's a hard-to-reach facility where superior bandits can't even get their hands on it.

But Mira flies a scolding at Johann like that, "What does the Lord do like that?"

And I briefly explained to Johann how I didn't know. I was wondering why we knew where it was in the warehouse district.

"Did you infiltrate that place?!?"

Shortly after listening to Mira, Johan shines his eyes with surprise and hope. Then he rode himself out again, and this pushed Mira back to settle down again.

"There are circumstances. Well, that's the way it is. If it's enough to go and come home, there's no problem."

"It's quite a defiant move, though. I guess the problem is just the key. If you're incarcerated, it's still locked, isn't it? I wish I was the type to open it."

Sasori, who then uttered his greatest concern after Mira, glances at the unlocking tool in the pouch and gives him a look that seems difficult.

The warehouse, where the entrance to Senki's burial site was hidden, was locked on par with the royal castle's treasure trove. Maybe the cell is the same again. Then it is good luck.

"If I have to, I can do something with my strength. There's still something to explore, and I'd like to make it easier if I could."

The key is an iron wall, but not the warehouse itself. If you have to, you can break the window. But if we do, they'll immediately notice the escape of the hostages. That should get your hands around this mansion right away. Or, if you take Johann out first, if that room in Warehouse Street was hazy, this time it would be dangerous for your wife. Although it is likely, it is life-threatening. We needed to proceed with caution.

"That's right. That might work."

In the middle of a discussion, Fu and Johan get up. Then he opened the tough looking box in the corner of the room, and took an even smaller box out of it and brought it.

And when Johan puts the box on the table, he opens the lid and shows it.

"What is this?

"What's this?

Peeping into the box, Mira and Sasori lean their necks with a frown root together. There was a single black, flat metal stick with about fifteen centimeters in it and a piece of paper in it.

"This was created by my father, an unlocking tool incorporating a special surgical formula"

When Johan removes the metal rod from the box, he stretches his arms out to the front of Mira and the sawdust to make it easy to see its ends. And a few seconds later, as a small line of light runs on the black surface of that metal stick, the tip branches to dozens. Mira and Sasori, who were paying attention at the same time, said, "Oh!" He raised his voice.

"My father told me that if I could use it, I would be able to break any locks, but as you can see, making them is a substitute that is too complicated to handle easily. But if you have something you know a lot about, you'll be able to pull out a minimum of performance."

That being said, Johan closes the lid when he puts the metal rod back into the box and looks at the sawdust still.

"It also has instructions. Take it with you. It might help."

Johan went on to say that, and offered the box to Sasori. Even though it was a difficult substitute to handle, its performance was broken if you were right, and whatever the key to the holding room was, it could have been broken. And if I were to give you such valuables, I could finally see Johann's temper in betting on this opportunity.

"Thank you, let me use it."

Sasori replied so and also received Johan's readiness with the box.

"By the way. I want to ask you one thing, how did you know me and Chimera had anything to do with this? This is something you don't even know about being my disciple all the time."

When discussing gave us a glimpse of each other's humanity and trust grew on both sides, Fu and Johan said such things. Indeed, Johann is right, Milene, his disciple, did not seem to know about the existence of chimeric closen in the first place, as opposed to the relationship.

"Well, I followed you from my apprentice."

So Mira explains concisely how she came here after she prefaced.

Own investigation brought up the involvement of Senki's burial site and Chimera Closen managed by the Melville Chamber of Commerce.

Then, when the entrance to the burial site of the senki is in the warehouse district, he hits and infiltrates, and discovers the entrance.

I went in the back and looked it up, and there was Milene. He was wearing a powerful spiritual weapon, so I thought he was a chimeric executive and tied him up.

But after listening, I can tell that he's not even a constituent, rather than an executive. But she tells me that her master is unloading black fog stone processed products to the Melville Chamber of Commerce. And now he set his aim on that person, Johan. Talk like that.

"After that, as you know, in this situation. Bye, by the way. The place we talked about earlier, like a holding cell, is what we found in the infiltration."

At the end of the day Mira adds that. Johan shrugged like he was good at "I see," then sharpened his eyesight and looked at the two.

"I got the story. By the way, where is that Milene now? And you should have worn a mask, but what happened to that?

Johann, who took his seat before finishing his statement, walks straight to the window and begins to peek out of the gap in the curtain, trying to stick to the wall.

"She's under house arrest at the inn where we're staying. Use the mask for disguise..., maybe leave it beside the bed"

I don't know the sincerity of Johan's actions, but Sasori honestly said so. Then Johan says, "That's not good," and now he heads to the bookcase early enough. And when I pull a bunch of paperwork out of the shelf and go back to my seat, I offer it to Mira.

"This is the replacement for the promised wife and daughter rescue arrangements. That said, the mask Milene was wearing has a special technique to locate it. Maybe the Chimera tracker should be on his way to your inn by now. You better hurry back."

Johann, who curls and stands. His expression seemed calm and disguised as calm, with a rushing color floating around.

"Oh my God!"

"It had such a function..."

The two, who had eyes full of spiritual martial artefacts, were astonished and rose to momentum.

There are also snakes beside Milanese. It won't be easy to procrastinate, but it will still depend on them.

Sasori, who believes in the power of snakes but cannot hide his anxiety. But when it came to Mira, the technique of locating was her first ear, and she was surprised and intrigued by the GPS technique.

"Maybe there's at least two of us on our way. And if you can, I want Milene to stay hidden."

Johann, stuck at the window again, guided Milene as she peered outside and expressed her wish to do so.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Leave it to me."

Sasori, who was going to do so more than the original, nods and answers clearly so.

"Thank you. Oh, and my wife's name is Angelique, and my daughter's name is Anne. I'll keep the paperwork for the deal, so if you can help me, come and get it."

"It's not Angelique and Anne. Be sure to come back for help."

When Mira gave it back, Johann smiled with a palliative color on his face. It was truly the expression itself of a husband, father, and an unshakable man who had decided to be ready.

Mira and Sasori, who left the room after receiving such a powerful will from Johann, leapt out of the mansion, hiding all traces, sound and signs.