"Nothing... I don't know, because?
"Yeah. You were unlucky. But I'm glad you're okay."
Sven held his head to me when he heard the situation and expressed his frank feelings.
A noisy night dawned and the Clan Master's room at the Clan House had gathered the main members involved in the investigation of The White Wolf's Nest.
Sven and the others who took command over there, a few other party hunters to the members of the 'Black Gold Cross' I can count on. To Mr. Gark, that right-hand man Kaina. A man who looks familiar, an investigator affiliated with the Empire's 'Relics Survey'.
The cranmaster room is quite spacious with both reception rooms, but when large numbers gather here, it is slightly narrow.
How terrible was the look on Sven's face, the intense fatigue on his face.
Apparently, they got into trouble, too, while we ran into strange golems and were under magic attack by people crawling out of their nest holes.
Originally their purpose was to investigate the troubles, so that would be part of the request, but you could have some sympathy.
In the conversation, it seemed to be scattered that I was hiding information or something, but I don't care if you say that.
I can't help being mad if I actually hid it, but I really don't know anything.
I sighed a lot on the couch looking at the investigator stepping on my feet like I was upset.
I am often overrated because I have a level of 8. I'm also used to being complained about.
I am incompetent for what I am. I don't have a good memory if my body isn't working out much either. Besides, I'm pretty unlucky.
For a hunter, it's just the guy in the handle who's not fighting fast (and that can't be an advantage among hunters either).
It's out of my grasp, even if they talk about it like there were signs that the Weird Sorcery Order was experimenting with.
Luckily, there didn't seem to be any deaths, so there's only one thing I care about.
"That slimy phantom didn't melt in the potion of the citrie, did it?
"... oh. It didn't work at all either. Damn it!"
Sven tells me to throw up.
I know best how the potion works in Citrine. I guess the fact that her special potion didn't work wasn't city-slime.
It's just a coincidence that the horrible 'Phantom' that struck Sven and the others looked a little slimy.
But where was the citly slime once......
Until then, I was listening in silence, says Mr. Gark, who lowered his back slightly to the front with the table pinched, with a pinch of blue bars on his head.
The tone was serene on the back with the expression drawn like that demon. But my eyes don't deceive me. Mr. Gark, this is so frustrating.
"Klee. Sure, you are - the man to do it. I don't know how you're getting the information, and it's natural for hunters to hide their hands. So I won't say anything about it. But this time they found me, it's a case that Zebuldia should deal with."
"Yeah, right..."
I guess I should deal with it...... I wanted to give it back, but I'm sure I'd be even more in a bad mood if I did.
If it's dangerous, I'd like to help you, but there's nothing I can do.
Then, the investigator man - an older investigator who looked familiar several times before - put his arms around him and said to me as if he were a parent's vendetta or something.
"Experiments with Mana Materials deserve ten sins. Experiments related to Phantom are strictly forbidden in any country, especially because of their dangers. The imperial subjects are obliged to cooperate in the investigation. Klee Andrich. The cover-up of information is a sin. That doesn't change at level eight."
"... I'm not covering anything up..."
"... perjury is the same crime. This one has treasure pieces that spot lies. As you know, the result is absolute. It's impossible for any godly con man to deceive you."
"... I don't mind. Go ahead?"
I've been involved in a lot of things, too, so I've had several experiences proving my innocence with treasure tools.
It doesn't hurt at all where my stomach is searched because I have no burden and no verse to think of.
To me flat, the investigator's man scratched his hair without removing the treasure. My eyelids are tingling and cramping.
".................. damn. Come on, man! How are you slipping through the treasure trail discernment! Always always..."
Even if they say that...
Every time, every time the treasure trinket proves my correctness, it gives me the look of a terrible nightmare. I'm just not lying......
Look over Sven and other faces. Apparently I don't have an ally this time, and Sven and Mr. Gark all have a rugged look on their faces.
I see Eva holding her neck up big and back, but apparently she won't be on my side either. Let him shake his neck sideways with a troubled look.
What's wrong... I'm just saying I don't know what I don't know...
It looks like an emergency, and I can't lie to you.
Confused, Mr. Gark sighed deeply.
"The secret society I was experimenting with - expects" The Tower of Akasha ". I heard you guys say" Ghost of Mourning "is after you."
"Tower of Akasha"? That's the name I heard recently. And the Mourning Ghost is after you, because?
For once, I pay attention to things around the party... but it's my first ear. I've been twisting my neck for a while, but I still don't remember hearing that.
"Where's the information?
"I hear Talia heard from Citrie." He's the enemy of the mourning ghost, "he said. Among them, two wizards named Noto Coclair and Sophia are troublesome."
A little girl who was holding back behind me shudders small at the words.
I've heard Talia's name. I'm not familiar, but I'm a friend of Citrie's and a rare alchemist in my clan. I was a little worried about Citrie as a friend because she's a bit of an exclusive person, but I remember being relieved to hear she had a friend.
I waved to you gently and said to Mr. Gark, who thought a little and waited for words with a serious look.
"Sorry, I knew you didn't remember... I guess it's not a big enemy that I don't know... and Citrine doesn't tell me everything..."
"Shh... damn. You want to go that far and impose a trial?
Mr. Gark slaps the table hard.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm incompetent.
I know the members of my clan are trying to make it look bad because of me.
I didn't mean it... I didn't mean it. I may not be persuasive to say this, but I'm just out of luck.
There's nothing more I can do with an empty treasure magic...
I feel like the Rabbi Research guy named Noto, but I'm not sure what it is anymore, and I'm not going to ask because the assumption that those guys are Sandrabit researchers could break down.
Some through-skills are a master's essential skill. Rabbi Research or Sorcery Order, but you can do whatever you want.
I'm talking about what sorcery order dives into Sandrabit's lair in the first place, but it's not the hunter's job to control it.
"Yes, that's it"
and the bookshelf installed on the wall there opened with a small noise.
It was Liz who showed her face. Comes out with a big stretch. Tough and soft muscles on long, relaxed hands and feet give a sense of functional beauty.
I suddenly encountered a scene that looked serious but it doesn't look atrophic.
Liz grinned as she looked around at the faces being gathered.
"Cry's tired. Ah, I'll listen to you later. There was a lot going on over here... okay?
"... oh, I left it entirely to Liz. Let me know later if anything happens."
The usual Liz doesn't listen to people, but she doesn't just have that kind of skill.
Liz's power as a hunter outweighs mine by everything. Knowledge is better than mine. I can trust you with peace of mind.
Better leave it to her than I can. [M]
"Huh. It'll get in Klee's way here, so I'll ask you downstairs."
"Hey, Liz -"
"What? Gark, you're saying I'll listen to you, and you're unhappy?
Liz arms Mr. Gark, who speaks up, and restrains him with only his gaze.
The two investigators say nothing. I know how short my mind is.
But Sven was flattered by Liz's attitude.
Yeah, yeah, you are. It would be so pretty if it was the usual Liz......
Today Liz is in such a good mood that she hasn't been here lately.
Now that the only drawback is the temporary easing of his chi shortness, Liz has no gaps in both offense.
"... Something wrong?
"Hmm...? Nfu...... you know what I mean?
Anyone who knows the usual Liz will have the question.
To Sven's inquiry, Liz had a full grin.
When he glances at me like a lot, he tells me to tangle his palms together.
"Actually, hey... Klee helped me. Isn't that amazing?"
"Huh?"
"Well, it wasn't a pinch. Hey, you're worried I'm on your hands... hey, aren't you very sweet? I fell back in love. Hey?"
Don't ask for consent. You're having trouble reacting, people.
Apparently, that golem had an operator, and Lucia's gravitational magic (pressure) that freed them brought them down.
Horror is the effective range of Lucia's attack magic. And what's even more horrible - the fact that Lizzie didn't care about the shards, as she was caught up in gravitational magic and licked the ground.
Apparently Lucia's range magic was impossible even if the Golem attack could be avoided.
I can only feel the embarrassment of being there for Liz, who is bragging about something while she's at it.
...... sorry. I'm sorry to interrupt.
I never thought I'd get that far. Now forgive me if I ask you to narrow the scope a little further.
"Bye, Klee, I'll see you later"
"Yes, yes, not again."
Liz winks at us and takes us all together.
No matter how much I'm in a good mood, they don't have anything like stopping genocide monsters.
All that remained was Eva, who had been silently listening to the report all along. I suddenly feel that the cranmaster room, which was narrow until earlier, is huge.
"... were you sure?
"Hmm, you can handle it... I've been able to handle it"
Everyone but my clan is capable, so it's easy mentally.
Quickly put your legs on the table as no one is gone and sigh in an easy outfit.
Footprints are overwhelming. Even if that rabbi research (tentative) is a fearful sorcery society, you can do anything you want, even if you've been attacking them in a ground-breaking party.
I know what caused this disturbance, and I will never do anything dangerous until Lucia returns and charges me for the magic of the treasure, but the mountain fields have been crossed.
I don't want to think about exploring the treasure house for a while longer.
He snarled his shoulder, which had solidified in just one exploration, and recalled what he had previously asked for and looked back at Eva.
"Speaking of which, did you look for the delicious ice cream shop in Teito you asked for before?