Skeleton Knight, in Another World

To that word of Treasa, Arian and herself glanced back at her face to face.

"I know it's a mistake to ask you to do this, but if you two were able to find me brought to this land, I would like to rely on you..."

Treasa, with a slightly sunken look, looks up at Arian. Are the green eyes moisturizing, shaking and giving a frivolous impression?

"Who wants us to look for?

Arian asked in surprise but only listening, looking back at Treasa's eyes.

"When I was brought to this land, there was a maid of honor who informed Petros. Her name is Frani Markham, and she hasn't been gone for the last three days."

Treasa is about to complain to Arian with a serious look.

"Because that woman named Frani is a benefactor to you?

Ariane asked Treasa why she looked for Frani, and she nodded back after meditating slightly tilting her neck.

"Yes, there are times when you are certainly a benefactor. But she is also my first friend made in this people's city...... When Petros was in a power dispute with his father and he was hiding from me, he was taking care of everything around me."

"Could that bandit she was talking about just now have caught you?

Arian uttered a guess, but that was denied by neighbor Petros.

"No, she sees that as unlikely because she's not out of town. In this city today, merchants come to buy sinners as slaves from neighboring countries, some of whom seem to be undetected people who grab city dwellers and carry them by boat."

Until earlier, the face of the bard, whispering love to Treasa, lurked the ringing, and Petros' eyes gave him a peek at his face as a lord.

"You don't know what people think... I can't believe you even tried to enslave your own kind."

To Arian's whining, it was Treasa, another elf tribe sitting face-to-face, who showed his consent.

"Do you think Lord Petros thought that those people had captured the samurai?

When you ask Petros for his opinion, he looks quietly tired of nodding.

"Probably. The slave traders and so on that were partitioning behind the example have disappeared, and now the society behind the castle is disorderly with even the merchants of neighbouring countries disturbed by the struggle for power. This is the result of my courage, but even now that I've removed my father from the power base, I still don't have complete control of the castle. So it's been a long time to find her whereabouts... Treasa is looking for her own, but given the city's current security, I really can't agree with her."

Perhaps ministers and others connected to the back under the former lord Lundez are rebellious or wary of Petros' simultaneous picket.

But if the lady named Frani, the samurai, was truly caught by another country, she would rather use the sea route. In that case, the place to look is limited.

"But if we know that we're transporting people from another country to the port, why don't we just inspect the ship?

I tried to suggest that if they were really caught, they would find the ship as soon as they inspected it one at a time, but they didn't seem to carry it that easily.

"That's possible if you're a ship that can run a makeshift inspection. If someone flickers behind the nobility of another country, you can't go into a detour unless you're certain. The guards who are inspecting are often bribed to shut up... Right now, we're regulating access to the harbor by lord's authority, but we won't be able to contain it after tomorrow."

Treasa's face clouds with that word of Petros. Such a hand of hers. Petros takes gently and tries to envelop it with his own two hands to comfort him.

If any lord is told of a noble ship of another country, he cannot inspect the ship without darkness. In that case, we will have to monitor whether suspicious loads will be loaded later, but at present, he does not have all his subordinates under his control, so you say it is difficult.

Why, nevertheless, are neighboring countries scratching slaves by even capturing sinners and people? Is it a huge utility or around the war that you can think of?

"Why are neighboring countries collecting slaves until then?

It doesn't seem to be directly related to the kidnapping, but there's no harm in knowing the background to the incident.

"It's not about our neighbor Northern collecting, it's about the Hilk nation over there collecting people. As far as pre construction is concerned, I think they're really scratching the workers of the Missrill mine owned by the Patriarchate."

"Ho, Mithril Mine"

Mithril is a magic metal material familiar with the game. Material ratings range from intermediate to advanced, but in this world it is probably positioned as a valuable material.

Even if it is a mining workforce to dig valuable ore, there are some things that don't fall into your heart.

Whether you're a sinner or not, if you come to the Kingdom of Rhoden, where you pinch a country, secure a slave, and turn it back for sale, the cost of transportation alone will jump considerably.

I don't know how many slaves are traded, but there's no way the amount of money transported across a country is ever cheap. I don't think there's that much money on the merchant side.

When asked about it, Petros, the lord, also said "indeed" and gave his consent, but he also said that there was a Hilk nation involved in the liaison around it.

"They say the Church Knights of the Patriarchate are going to circle the city of Northern to pick it up. Besides, if you pay more than a certain number of slaves, they can accommodate Mithril Ore. Now west of Northern is heavily damaged by the Warcraft, and Mithrill weapons with a proven track record of crusading the Warcraft are traded at considerable cost."

How do you say that merchants scratch their slaves with blood eyes if they can accommodate the high price of Mythrill Ore traded after considering little transportation costs?

But now the Church will have more transportation costs.

"Besides, some of the people who came after Northern's western Warcraft damage are getting pretty insecure because they're crossing the ocean and flowing all the way to this city."

It seems that there are even displaced persons from neighboring Northern countries (Rumi), but does the frequent grabbing mean that those who have fled and come have also been captured and sent back as slaves to Hilk countries?

"Um, I hear Dark Elves have better eyes and ears than us Elves. Could you help my friend, please?

Treasa bowed her head to Arian in front of her with a pleading look.

"I'm begging you, too. I've heard that the Elves are strong, and if you can help me, I'll pay you a thank you."

Petros in the next seat also bowed his head to Ariane, a lord but only a superficial apostle. Seeing the two of them like that, Arian has gazed at herself standing behind her. Those golden eyes included a question about what to do.

"I will obey Lord Arian's decision."

As for this, I am not stingy at helping. The rest depends on whether Arian listens to her wishes or not, but if you look at the color of her powerful eyes, you get to the answer one by one.

"... okay, I don't know how much we can do, but I can help."

The two faces of Treasa and Petros, who heard the answer, are dyed with joy.

The last time I was seen of the missing samurai Frani was three days ago, I don't know how long the ship has been moored in the harbor, but we will have to find it quickly.

Petros and Treasa were taught the exterior features of the samurai Frani, and Petros has held up one hand to try to get up ready to go out and find her quickly.

"I'll give you a guide because you won't be used to people's cities."

That being said, Petros whispers something to the old gentleman who was holding back behind him, and the old gentleman leaves the room graciously. Eventually, when the old gentleman came back with one man dressed in stately gear behind him, he backed down again to try to refrain behind Petros.

The man brought in stood trying to correct his posture beside Petros. The gaze is directed at Arian, who was sitting in front of him, whose eyes are slightly opened but quickly reverted.

"He's Geo Clintos. A man who serves as deputy chief of the Knights of Our Lord. I asked him for a guide."

The Knights Deputy Director, called Geo in his introduction to Petros, the lord, bowed his head on the spot in a military-like and agile move with that soft grin affixed.

Around the age, in his early thirties, the man with his chestnut hair shortened and a soft smile did not have much of a fight-bone image like the Knights, and he looked more like a civilian, one way or the other. But the body should be called a boulder, and he was also quite tall on a tight one.

"I've been introduced, my name is Geo Clintos, and I'll get to know you later"

Greeting him with a voice and slippery tongue that often passes like a soldier, he stepped back and refrained from going behind Petros.

"With him, there's hardly any place in this city you can't go in. Regards, Frani."

Petros and Treasa turn their sincere eyes to Arian. Arian nodded firmly in response to it, though slightly.

As she leaves the lord's room and Arian and I travel outside the castle, she tries to peek a little sideways at this side as she lines up to the speed of walking on this side.

"What is it, Lord Arian?"

When you gaze at her like that and tilt your neck, you turn away from your gaze like you panicked.

"I'm sorry, I did my best to keep you company..."

Slightly, Arian shrugged at such a thing and turned her gaze back this way again.

Help that girlfriend of hers, not to mention the request of Treasa of the Elves. Ariane may have been able to think a little bit about the way the Elves are with people. That is by no means a bad change.

I have no objection to her judgment like that myself. I say it sounds a little bit like a detective and interesting, although there is undeniably a mix of careless thoughts.

"What, the object I found just changed from Lord Treasa to his friend Lord Frani?"

Returning to the way she said it was nothing, she lifted the edge of its shapely lips slightly and smiled, looking off again slightly illuminated.

"... thanks, Ark"

I remember my heart boiling slightly with such a small thank you from her. The man solitary inside, wondering whether it was animal instincts that bothered him if it was a request from a beauty, or if he felt like he understood a little what it was like to be a great thief III.