She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Two hundred and seven.

Two of the female adventurers were talking, Thief Fuzzy Dice. That was once the only person in the Triple Rare pattern that came out when Mira bought a card for the card game as an adult. And Mira had been told more about the person by a woman named Teresa, who rode on the railroad back from Alice Farius.

Thief Fuzzy Dice is a so-called thief who only targets those involved in evil.

Even as Mira remembers that, the story of the female adventurer continues to thrive. According to the story, apparently, five nights later than today, the Thief Fuzzy Dice appears.

The location is the Dores Chamber of Commerce mansion in the city of Haxthausen. Apparently, the target is all of the ill-gotten property.

(Illegally acquired property? I wonder where Fuzzy Dice and I would look up such information. And you donated it to an orphanage or something.)

Mira walks up the stairs in the middle of the lobby, listening to the female adventurer at all costs, remembering a lot about the Thief Fuzzy Dice. Then, at that time, I was connected to the orphanage, and I also remembered what I heard on the other railroad.

That's what Bard Emmy Rio told me, seated after Teresa.

Emmy Rio travels with the blind woman Liana. He was visiting various places and had a lot of information there.

One of them is an orphanage in an unnamed village. About eight years ago, it was an orphanage founded at a time when the Three Kingdoms defense was overflowing with numerous war-affected orphans, and from what I've heard, it's a case that shows signs that Artesia, one of the Nine Wise Men, might be involved.

(The location is definitely behind the mountain northeast of Grimdart. Hmm... from here, maybe a day or two in Garuda.)

Mountains stretching northeast of Grimdart. Emilio's story was that there was a rumored village somewhere in between.

The problem is in terms of where that is in the mountain range, but here Mira flashes one.

(Orphanage... Thief... Thief... Orphanage... Hmm, maybe I can hear you out)

If you're handing out donations to orphanages, you might know something about orphanages that aren't located. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to try and target the Thief Fuzzy Dice?

With that in mind, Mira finally opens the door to 150,000 rooms a night. And sort out what's going on while I'm thrilled with that luxury gesture.

"Well, what's the matter?"

There are two options for future action that came to Mira's mind.

One is to return to the Alkaite and report it to Solomon. I was able to report a lot on this trip. In addition to the discovery of Seoul Haul and the promise to return during the due date, mysterious messages and pieces of mysterious metal left by the mechanical dolls that emerged by the Machina Guardian destruction. In addition to that, a page in the diary with meaningful content.

Bring them both back to Solomon, and the castle brains will figure something out. Mira, who believes so, once returns and entrusts them, wonders if she should return again.

(But uhh... Four days to get home from here. Plus, it'll take five days to get from Alkite to the mountain ranges northeast of Grimdart. Nine days together...)

One hundred and fifty thousand rooms per night were just luxurious enough to match the price. Mira looks up into the sky from a large window overlooking the accommodation district with a tiny mouthful of fruit liquor that was placed as a welcome drink. The weather on this day was cloudy, and the clouds lit by the moon's light in the starry sky only floated white and thin contours.

"The difference between the seven days is huge..."

The other option is to leave for the mountain range. Garuda is a day or two away from the mountain range. Do you want to report it for nine days, or do you want to keep going on the ground?

When I was thinking about it, a proposal came up behind Mira's brain.

"No wait... if you just report it, you might be able to achieve half of it like this..."

It's really easy to use the communication device that was installed in the wagon at some point in time. We cannot deliver the metal pieces of the key mystery, but everything else can be conveyed verbally.

That thought gave me one more choice. It's a communications device, reporting straight to the mountain range. But there was one thing wrong with this.

(Hmm, I should have asked you how to call me for times like this... Like when I was in Kagra, I wish I could just take the receiver and connect)

Yes, Mira didn't really know how to use the communication device. Once I contacted my home base from the St. Polly branch of the Fifty Bells Federation, I just took the receiver part and connected.

However, the communication apparatus provided in the wagon and the communication apparatus at that time are completely different in shape. It has a lot of switches and dials. I can't imagine just taking a receiver to connect.

What's the matter? Yes, where Mira was thinking, the sound of knocking on the door sounded.

(In the meantime, tomorrow, let's try to play it right!

I just have to try it appropriately, more than I know how to use it. Now that we've found a powerful alternative to taking nine days back and forth, even though I'm going to give it up willingly, that's it. After Mira opens the door, she breaks her cheeks in front of a sumptuous dinner that lines the table with a truly vibrant work.

"When you have eaten, ring the bell by the door. Let me lower the dishes."

That said, the attendants who brought the meal left the room.

Once the assignment is on the edge, Mira eats up quickly for a arranged treat.

Should the boulder be 150,000 a night? Dinner on this day was fantastic, no less than a meal at the Royal Castle. Thick-cut roast beef with exquisite black pepper spice and aroma. Fresh and brightly colored salad and potage soup. And it's an appetizing aromatic garlic rice.

"Meat is still delicious!

The thickness would be two centimeters. Mira, with the roast beef first in her mouth, unwittingly breaks her cheeks in its softness and overflowing gravy. The pale pink roast beef was incredibly soft from its thickness and unraveled in his mouth. If it's just roast beef, this is not how it works. Even Mira, who is not so familiar with cooking, is one dish that I can actually feel that it will take a lot of time.

(Dinner was superb a few days ago, but here's a delicacy that can't be compared to that!

Dinner a few days ago. It's a full course of new varieties of vegetables and fruits that have been treated to Martel. For Mira's dinner and those specially prepared by Martel, they are truly superb. With a stage called salad where the quality of vegetables dictates everything, there will be nowhere in the world that can beat this. This means that Mira's body, which has gone through superb, is no longer satisfied with the salad there.

But meat dishes on different stages are different. It was outside Martel's specialty, and above all one of humanity's wisdom, the concept of cooking, was there.

"Again, cooking is great"

The brightly colored salad was defeated by Martel, but other than that, cooked things, such as garlic rice and potage soup, have a different taste than eating while still vegan, and above all their warmth provides a strange sense of security.

The supreme vegetables and fruits that Martel produces, beyond the finest. If we can get close to that, all we can do is cook. Mira wanted to make Martel eat some delicious dishes one day while enjoying the sumptuous cuisine lined up at the table, make him say, "Hey, hey, hey."

After dinner is over and the dishes are lowered, Mira heads to the bathroom. There's only a price of 150,000 a night, and there's a big private bath next door.

"This is another spectacular view."

Naked in the strip room, Mira raises her admiration when she sees the view through the large window in the front as she enters the bathroom.

From that window just beside the tub, there was a view of the city of Granlings. Immersed in the bath quickly and only, Mira stretches out her body tremendously, looking at both the sky and the city, leaking her voice, "Kuh-uh."

"Let's keep it busy over there, but this one looks quiet."

Far away, across the boarding district, there were aspects of the Adventurers General Union that were busy with many lights. I'm sure there are still a lot of adventurers out there. By contrast, the neighborhood is quite calm, especially with luxurious inns.

As far as I could see under my eyes, the number of people was small, and the calm light of the street lights seemed good alongside the pompous.

"Oh, is that the patrol guard? Thank you. Thank you."

A pair of knights, dressed in matching armor, passed by the inn. I've seen guards around the city from time to time. That's the pair, boulders are luxury lodging districts. Mira is impressed by the fact that the crime scene is just too tight.

And, at that time, two knights saw movement. Didn't you two stare somewhere and crouch in some way?

What is wrong with it? I was so concerned and kept observing Mira, but the facts were very irrelevant.

It is a wildcat. It's not a metaphor. The two knights seemed to be asking out loud to the cat they met on the side of the road.

The knight held up the wildcat, and the two of them started to look adorable. And feed the food removed from nowhere. Wildcats seem to be used to people for a long time, and I can't see how to be on guard. What if those two knights are feeding cats? It's a sight to lose.

"... now you can poke all you want."

Does this make the crime scene worse? That's right. I'm just a little worried, Mira. This neighborhood, lined with luxury inns, attracts many wealthy merchants and excited tourists. So the guards are obsessed with the wildcats. Wouldn't this be a fairly good hunting ground for bad guys after gold objects?

But Mira, I think.

(Speaking of which, there are many advanced adventurers staying here. If you tail poorly around here, you're going to get caught in no time)

Yes, there are a lot of bad hunters in this fancy lodging district who outnumber even the guards, the adventurers. Therefore, if you intend to break the law in this neighborhood, you will be dealing with at least one of those people who have lost their head. There's never been more to it than this.

If the guards were to turn up, it might be an arbitration between adventurers.

(Maybe that's why it's that loose way)

I turned again to the guards, one and two more. From a distance, one feminine is apparently an adventurer staying nearby. I naturally don't hear the words, but they look like they're talking about cats. And the two of them were both still considered little kittens and the first child. The adventurer woman is giving the cats all sorts of things to remove from the item box.

The quiet evening luxury accommodation district was quite peaceful.

Bathrooms illuminated by the light of indirect lighting. Mira, relaxed in the tub and looking out at the view, turns her gaze back into the bathroom, whining, "Peace." And that's when.

"Mm... what's that?

A glass wall that was at the edge of a luxurious three obscure bathroom. On the other side, there was a device with something like a big trumpet on it.

What the hell is it? I was curious. Mira goes up from the hot tub and gets close to it. And when I looked up close, it was clear what that was.

"This is definitely... you know, the phonograph thing."

Beyond the glass wall was a phonograph. I mean, it's a record player. Besides, unlike regular players, a very large one was a high-tech record player who could exchange several records with one switch.

(Record……. This kind of thing was also made)

Mira realizes that she hadn't touched much music in this world if she thought about it. The first thing I remember is the Sound Spirit Letisha. And the bard Emmy Rio I remember earlier. Later, when I was traveling by rail, it was only slightly remembered that I heard it being played in some inn.

(Sounds like one day the day will come to see Emmy Rio's song turn into a record like this)

His singing was fantastic. I'm sure if anyone involved in record production asks, they'll scout him. With that in mind, Mira looks across the glass. There were arranged what would be the cover of the record loaded on the record player.

"But what is a phonograph in the bathroom?"

I'm sure the glass is for water wetness and moisture protection, it's difficult to touch the record player body, but the switch that operates it is covered with something like vinyl and placed in front of it. I guess it's a hobby to be able to indulge in music while taking a bath. Mira feels it's a truly elegant way to enjoy just 150,000 a night.

"Which... I wonder what song there is"

It's a corner, so let's be graceful. Having so decided, Mira glances at the cover of the record only quickly.

Lined up there are about fifty songs to look at. It's unclear by what criteria you chose, but "Nestled in the Dawn," "Rolic's Song," "Bouquet of Tampons," "The Raven Invited Under the Moon," "Magical to You, Happy Smile," "Only Potatoes Out to Farm," and "Do Leeks Go Into the Pot? 'etc. It was a pretty adventurous line up as a luxury inn, from a title that looked serious, to an idyllic title, and one that looked like it ran into a story.

"... as an exclusion around here, you don't know anything else unless you listen to it"

So after finishing the song selection, Mira tried pressing the corresponding switch quickly. The record player then moved out with a slight driving sound and the record loaded at the bottom was carried with an arm and placed on the turntable.

As the record begins to turn, the needle tip slowly descends on it.

When the needle tip finally touched the record, the retro overflowed with even some nostalgia and spread into the bathroom.

"Ho, isn't this bad?"

Apparently, what I chose was the same lineage as the classics. The pleasant melodies on the ears are perfect for an elegant bath.

Mira shrugged contentedly, re-immersing herself in the hot tub with a greater sense of luxury.