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Clayo opened the letter again. Each letter was to be used as a material and cast with his own bullets.

…

By the time I arrived, there was already a battle going on.

Without approaching the guard post, the situation was understood by using 'judgment glasses', 'distinct telescopes' and 'amplification of echoes' from a distance.

Soon the battle was over and two seriously wounded knights were heard by their colleagues. There was considerable bleeding, and the guard post was also destroyed. One of the two runaway Brunen soldiers was killed during the fighting.

In the process, a six-level man was eventually captured.

What I have investigated so far is as follows.

Hydra's poisoners showed a desire for blood even though they seemed normal at first sight when the expressed ether level was below the intermediate level, while the expressed ether level was considered reasonable to listen to orders.

The difference between the former and the latter is presumed to be related to the subjects' ether levels at the time of taking Hydra's poison.

However, this time, he had enough self-control not to immediately suck blood while using six-level skills, and his language skills remained.

As we watched, Hydra's unique seizures became worse and worse.

The snow burst red and scattered the light, and the red ether was blazing around the body. Perhaps there was no longer a long life.

Nevertheless, he kept his head above water. I heard it repeated the same thing in Brunnenian and later Carolingian.

He is a warlord of Brunen.

'I am a noble and a knight. You can't be taken in by the lowly. Keep your manners. This pain comes from my courage and will to overcome the poison. I am an officer who crossed the border in an accident during training. Send him back to Brunnen in due course.'

However, the knights who took him seemed to not understand him at all. Even if you understand, you wouldn't have had a reason to be nice.

There were no fatalities among the articles in dark blue armor, but when dealing with a six-level article, serious injuries came out.

However, regardless of what the drivers did, the rank badge on the user's arm was for officers, the hair was glossily long, and the accent was also that of the aristocrat.

Judging from his remark being very coherent, it is believed that he was not forced to undergo an experiment but took Hydra's poison by his will.

After the quasi-operation of Mazu, the blood supply and demand of Mazu, the raw material of poison, has become easier. So we're going to have plenty of experimental materials.

As a result, it means that the poison has stabilized enough to be administered to knights from the nobility.

The makers of Hydra's poison have moved their home to Brunnen, and are likely to be in close contact with Bruneen's military or local lord.

I'm sure you understand what this means. I will send you the details in person soon.

P.S. Every time the situation changed, he left a "momental portrait" that could be evidence, but only six were taken clearly because it was far away. I enclose three of them.

It was not completely unexpected.

From the beginning, there was a suspicion that the black film that made Hydra poison was Zuleica. It was just that it was not proven when, where, and how.

"In the last manuscript, Aslan claims that he can use both the crowns of the two countries by using blood vessels at the end of the prince's ovulation. It's just faster, more brutal means.’

Perhaps the "negative method" that Aslan wrote in his last life to become a sodmaster was "Hydra's poison."

At that time, there was no sale at this early date, so the supply and demand of the game would have been delayed. So who knows if he has fallen behind and experimented, and became a sodmaster later than Arthur?

Thanks to the unstable poison made at the expense of the lives of the innocent.

"Human brutality is beyond God's imagination.’

It was nothing surprising or lamentable for Clayo, who had memories of the 20th century in the last world.

If the reason God had erased the previous world and started writing the last world was for a better ending, the invention of poison, which God had not planned, seemed to have also been a reason to decide to revise it.

"Even if the failure of the other world was to use a new world as a teacher, the attempt did not necessarily succeed.’

Shuuuuuu-

The spell of light gradually dimmed at the end of its duration. Clayo, who injected ether back into the circle, shook off the mess.

You can think about it later.

For now, let's focus on breaking the current situation.

A plan to counterattack Melchior from the inside of his tangled, fluffy hair took shape.

If he uses media, he can also use media here.

If he holds power alone and reigns like a dictator, there are several people here who will join hands.

He will have to let Arthur go in the face of a response he will never try.

It's a one-time way to try, but it was an adventure. Clay was cool and composed.

At 3 p.m., the sound of the bell on the dot was heard in the hallway of this corner inn.

creaking creaking

with a throbbing blow

Clear, clear, clear.

Subsequently, the two men walking up the stairs crossed the door.

"Is the bachelor your girlfriend?”

"It's not like that. Just a few letters....”

"Hey, you look like you're skinny and you don't have a hawk. I wouldn't take a son-in-law like that."

"But… good… It's a friendly… minute."

"Well, I guess they're both shameless. It's a good time. It's a good time. It's room 202 over there, so go check it out. Hahaha."

It was the voice of the owner who led Clayo earlier and the woman who heard it for the first time. With a thin, unstable tone, he used a working-class accent from the capital's native voice.

After the owner of the ship thundered down the stairs, there was only one person left in the hallway.

'There's only one person who's coming, but I don't think....’

Clay turned on "Tardiness" to look for the opponent outside the shallow wooden door. One person and one cat was caught by "Promise."

The cat cried very little.

"Mya- (open-up-)"

When I opened the door, I could only see a maid with her back crouched in the hallway.

Wearing only an outdoor coat over a black-necked maid's uniform, and wearing a modest hat, he seemed to have rushed out while working.

The shy, brown-haired maid, clutching the handle of a rattan basket and staring only at the floor....

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Clay pressed the scream inside and quickly let the visitor into the room. Then, at a tremendous speed, the soundproofed system was put on.

Open your mouth off!

Feeling the magical energy, Behemoth sprang out of the basket with the lid on.

Maid, who was holding the basket lightly as if it were a bread basket, raised both hands like a theater actor and left the basket empty.

The maid grew several centimeters in height at once as she straightened her crouching back.

It was a cello in a made uniform.

"I told you to look different from usual, but... That's a very surprising disguise, Chelsea. If I saw you on the street, I would never have recognized you. You're not the star of the May prom."

She played the role of a prince for two consecutive years, and also played the role of a maid in charge of cleaning.

The owner of the inn will think that the maid and the country clerk are still having a fresh date.

"You look like a stupid office worker at a countryside business, with an obscure bowler hat in a moribund inn like this! Well, it's perfect for a clean-up maid's letter."

"Well, yeah. That's the setting… It's worth having a room at an inn like this after paying the rip-off fee.”

"Now in Lundane, the General Assembly of the hospitality industry is being held, so it will not be easy for the Secret Intelligence Service to work because of the crowds and the number of outsiders. It's an opportunity for us."

"I think so, too."

The two naturally shook hands and looked at each other's haggard face.

There was so much to say that the mausoleum jumped in between his colleagues who paused.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! (Higo, it's Zaksin.)"

After stroking Behemoth's cheeks in tribute, Clay gave him the only bed for the old woman who was wailing.

Behemoth's feet, which ran around in the morning, were dirty with dirt on the street, but the room, the seats, and the seats were smelly and stale, so I didn't think it would show any dirt.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Well done, Behemoth. When you're done with this, I'll let you soak in champagne and wrap your silk around to sleep. If it weren't for you, I don't know how I would have solved it.”

"Ew, Ew. (That's enough, keep your promise.)"

"Yes, absolutely."

Clayo gently scratched under the chin of the baby-smelling behemoth and turned to Chelsea.

Familiar with the cat and Clayo talking out of common sense, Chell sat down on the tea table instead of surprised.

On top of the wig, there was an old hat and cosmetics on the cheek that didn't match the color, but it was the very cell that Clay knew.

"Where did you get all those clothes?"

"Wigs are our maid whose hair is getting thinner these days. Clothes were in the laundry room. The coat is a maid in charge of washing dishes, so I have to return it. I had no choice but to come out through the back door carrying food ingredients."

"You demonstrated a mystery story inside the house."

"I think it was easy to track the girls because they were so precious."

A strange smile with silver eyes was the usual cello. No matter what you wear, you can't hide your true light.

By joining one of his colleagues, Clayo's mind was strangely calm. When he regained his composure, he was surprised by his sudden disguise and was able to detect an ether reaction that had not been noticed.

It was clearer when I turned on "Tardiness."

Under the high collar of the maid's uniform, there was an activated T-flume reaction.

"…Chelle, are you wearing a subdued ball?”

"Oh, do you see that? The future cannabis is different.”

"Who did that? You've heard your mother bail you out, and you don't think the crown prince--"

When Clayo tried to lose his composure, Chell grabbed the shoulders of a young man who was now taller than him and pressed them down on a tea table and a wooden chair set.

Clay looked more haggard when he looked down. Rachel thought.

"He's already skinny, and his eyes look big, but I think he's going to fall out like that's what I'm going to do."’

The poor chair at the cheap inn could not withstand the weight of the light clay and tilted its legs.

"No, it's my mom's fault."

"What?"

"But the clever Behemoth brought me your note, and I found a way to meet you. You saved my life."

Cell, who does not lose his smile even when Ether is tied up, briefly summarized his work with his mother.

"…who do I look like, Mom? I hear that there's one more Qatarina everywhere. Anyway, while I was half asleep, I was able to wake up by showing a cat punch to wake me up."

"So the cut on your cheek was done by a behemoth?”

The reason why I put on cosmetics awkwardly was to be seen closely. The purpose was to make the cut on the cheek less noticeable.

"No, this is my mom."

Clayo's expression got strange.

Too dynamic, it was a mother-daughter dynamics that he could not imagine in detail.

Rachel read Fran's letter and heard Clayo's explanation. I was quick to grasp the situation because my head was in an emergency.

"To save the Kishion, the news of a guard post raid must spread all over the capital, right? His testimony will prove to be no excuse. The Brunnens attacked the border of another country at a remarkable time.”

"Yes, it's heaven. Depending on how you pop it, the front of the station will be covered in an outdoor area."

"Well, then, Clarion? Presentia? Lundane Standard?”

Clarion is not a daily newspaper, it has too few readers, and Presentia does not publish cross-validated information. "Lundane Standard is perfect for middle-class office workers, but it's likely to be described as a minor friction of change instead of a fuss."

"If you take them all out, there's Swift Gazette and Evening Star."

Cell picked the right type of newspaper that was not in school and Mrs. Canton didn't bring in the morning.

It is the cheapest and most readership-oriented newspaper with interest-oriented gossip, such as the news of an opera singer's affair, a lawsuit claiming the right of an illegitimate child of an aristocrat, and rumors of a businessman who committed suicide after a ship sank.

"Yeah, that's a good yellow paper. We pull out provocative headlines in a big, shallow way."

"I think Swift Gazette is better between the two. The owner of the company lost his father in the war against Brunnen, and he would want to blow it up."

"That's perfect."

"That's a good idea. How much money you've spent on a tabloid article, you've got the latest automatic type casting machines in the basement of your office building."

"Then we'll spend a lot less time weaving for printing.”

"That's it.”

Sitting roughly on the hem of his long skirt, a cello with his right ankle on his left leg shone in his eyes. He looked excited at the opportunity to repay his humiliation.

Clayo also tried his head.

As seen in Bartleby's printing shop, steam cylinder-type printing machines are generally available, so more than 20,000 copies can be printed per hour by squeezing the printing plate.

"If you're going to release the information right away, you can get it out of the box and put it in the capital."’