I was somewhat anticipating the reasons for his visit. In the first place, it was on this side that I ordered you to investigate certain things the other day, not that you couldn't have predicted.
But if it was true, I had to realize that I had taken my men and visited them straight away. In conclusion, that 'anticipation' would be a whole lot off.
"First, take this"
Saying and Soaran took it out of his nostalgia was a piece of white paper.
"Paperwork? What?"
"Okay, look at that."
It is broken in three equal parts, but it seems that the character of the broken man is transparent that the uppermost third has ended without being able to take more width than the others. They gave it to me so I could slip it on my desk. Pick it up and take it away.
Open it and drop your eyes into its contents, for a few seconds.
- In a moment, the paperwork made a noise of casserole, and Sputnik returned it to me.
I thought it might have blown in the wind, but it wasn't, and it actually seemed like my own hand was holding onto it without me knowing.
When I opened it, there was a short sentence leaping. Far, far shorter than the letter I received from my sister.
"Off the hook"
"Shall we hear the sentence of the resignation?
Sputnik whispered with a sense of serenity as he twisted up the man's robe chest in front of him.
"No, I'm just kidding."
"You're licking me pretty good."
"I don't like you. Either way, I licked Krew around. Gehu"
"I forgot to tell you. Teeth, eating, tying."
"Lack of advice..."
The fist wielded at close range went into his jaw beautifully. The affected area is held down and scraps on the spot, but of course the force is reduced. It won't be enough to do something about bones and teeth.
Turning his back here, he nodded to the couch, and his hand, offered along with the hard to hear voice, "The real thing is this way," was gripped with equally broken documents. Sputnik takes it, like, half away. This one is also a third wider than the others that went up.
Sputnik, who looked inside, instantly learned a lot of emotions and thought a lot of things. But unlike earlier, it was neither frightening nor angry.
In the middle of the paperwork, in an unknown handwriting, there was still only one sentence written -
"... what do you mean?
"Yeah."
I felt faint that I could not erase the confusion from my own voice. But there was no sign of a joke in his response next time, nor was there any gesture to mock Sputnik's demise. I wonder if you were expecting me to return the reaction.
Sip the tea that Krew left without adding sugar, perhaps just to dampen his lips. Then he went on.
"You probably thought my visit today was to talk about my fiancée. But - I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could let me after this. Just as I took that request from you, I was taking that life from the top."
Lord Soaran, Deputy Branch Manager, Coakdier Branch, Witch Association
Orders a top-secret investigation of the following persons:
Sputnik, owner of the Sputnik jewellery store in Liafiat
As he put his arms together and turned his neck back, his eyes barely peered from under his hood. Olive Green had a contemptuous gaze at the letter spread in front of Sputnik.
Sputnik asked, thinking that maybe it wasn't just the reason ahead that I couldn't make this one exactly three equal parts, that the folder was simply upset, etc., etc., and that it wouldn't end up in the thread of solving the problem. I couldn't afford to return the light mouth.
"Why are you suspicious of me?
Not Crewe. I didn't say that. I just would have noticed.
At the next moment, his lips moved in a slightly different way from spinning the words. I think I sighed.
"You're a strange and far-fetched man."
"Ah?"
"You told me that when you explained it."
It was a slightly too calm tone to be selling fights.
"To Finetica, I wonder if you took that stone"
And with just that one word, I knew everything I wanted to say.
The complexion changes - I don't think I'm as upset as I am. Sputnik himself did not believe that he was able to absorb all the shocks he had received from the words without being put on the table.
That speculation would not have gone wrong. But Soaran didn't blame Sputnik, just pale, telling the facts.
"Those guys who aimed at you in that city, they repeat a whole lot of troublesome remarks. Now he says," I was uncomfortable with the magic activation in Finetica. "
"It's"
The cause of that is.
Sure, then, when the wizard raided me. He had one 'specially processed' gem in his pocket. I was hoping not to use it as much as I could - I mean, what they complained about 'discomfort'.
Though Soaran clasped his shoulders in a light-hearted manner. I know, and I did.
"It was the majority opinion that I just think I'm plotting to make an excuse for a total joke and prolong the trial... You doubt the protection of your original ancestors! I was desperate to laugh when I yelled, Your Honor."
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"So I tried my best and enjoyed the meat bite on the inside of my cheek, but thanks to that, I had stomatitis there. See?"
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"Here. Here. Here, here."
"Shut up and sit down."
Pull the edge of your mouth with your fingers and lean back to avoid Soaran riding himself out of the couch. When Sputnik found out he wasn't willing to see it, he sat back on the couch like he told him to do it.
"Plus I'll give you a complete summary of what they answered. I don't doubt my ancestors. But I did find something uncomfortable. If so. - 'That jeweler must have done something!
One beat... two beats. Three beats down, Soaran continued.
"... although the story goes a little sideways, Sputnik. That stone is very dangerous for a wizard. It is a weapon that we are born to possess and deactivate everything we believe to be absolute… something that we believe must not be. If its existence becomes public, the association cannot remain silent"
But keep it a secret from the Witch Society.
I haven't forgotten what they say every once in a while.
"I won't tell you not to have it or use it. But if you're going to use it, do it with the intention of killing the enemy. Have you ever killed anyone?
"Do you agree that there is?"
I just thought, "Oh, really?"
I hate it so much to say it with a cool face. That's not an insult to Sputnik, it's just a race that doesn't have so much impact where the person in front of it was killing people.
This man. You know the death of a man.
"So what happened to you wizards who said that?"
"Everyone thought it was a frightening excuse. But besides, there was this guy on it. By using that statement as a big name for the Witch Society and informally exploring the Jewellery Chamber from behind, some people wanted to take advantage of their weaknesses, or information, over the Jewellery Chamber."
"Why?"
"Is that what you hear? You're the merchant."
Just checking in, asking. The easiest way to make a tasty deal is to 'see their feet' - you don't have to ask.
"What are the results of the investigation?
"It's not as interesting as a background check on the bastard. It's a request for an investigation. Nah... I'm kidding. So I was wondering if you could stop looking at me scared. I'm sorry. Please stop, Phew."
He is the one who breaks the waist of every story.
Keeping his cheeks under binta, violently opposed, in front of his eyes moaning, he rattled his fist joints and turned his gaze towards him, and he shut up warmly. I shut up for a while and then opened my mouth again.
"At the same time as your investigation, we also included your back... into the Jewellery Chamber. No matter what, don't ask permission on that side. Because you've done research on me before - I wasn't so concerned that I should do the same this time because I was able to do the research and create the result that it was Shilo. but the Jewellery Chamber is unknown. Though I was hissing on the inside about what would come out, no, it's clear. Regarding information about you and your neighborhood at the Jewellery Chamber, no matter how much you probed, you didn't get any dust."
To him shrugging his shoulders, I didn't remember any relief. Rather, let's just say it happened, what the hell, 'that woman' is behind this one.
That letter, which only fueled anxiety while lacking explanations "because I'll figure it out," must have been busy smashing the hands well stretched out of the Witches Association - or maybe I enjoyed thinking about how to give back my interest to the rude working wizards, such as putting exploration in from the back, and put this one behind me. That's the kind of woman she is.
"While I was doing this, the Jewellery Chamber noticed this behavior, and I received a joint protest from the police station and the Jewellery Chamber. I broke the most bone to see how to mislead there. Well, it was easy for me to complain about the lack of any fruitful information, no matter where the findings came from."
"... so?
If that's it, congratulations, and it'll be over.
But it won't. Something is in his tone. Prompting ahead, he exhaled a long, whooped breath.
"Did you buy a grudge because of that? Since then, I've weirdly felt gaze."
gaze.
"You said the same thing someday."
"Now we're talking about the face of the Table."
Soaran scratched her cheeks gently from the top of her hood, as she said, "You're here," when she pulled the force out of her shoulder.
"That's why I want you to tell him. He said he was sorry that our organization worked disrespectfully. I'm sorry to bother you, but 'At least, I'm not' your enemy. So, it's time for you to give me a break? and"
As far as it goes.
Drinking that request is not an unlikely deal as consideration for asking for an investigation into the functionality. but whether that sister would pull me to good shape...... he didn't erase that possibility and the answer was meant to be appropriately cloudy, but he seems to have taken it as an acknowledgement. I laughed more and said "thank you".
"Today, are you here to talk about it?
Ask.
And, of Soaran, his mouth was distorted. He even looked like he laughed.
"As I said earlier, it's ostensibly an 'apology'. It's part of the apologetic leg to relieve the anger of the angry jewelry chamber."
"The journey. Then the 'back' is"
"Yeah, that's definitely 'this'. And then, one more thing."
"One more thing?
Is there anything else? - But.
At that moment, their conversation ended abruptly.
- Karan, Karan.
The store doorbell rang.
It was the key that opened it, but the door was supposed to have a 'closed' bill on it. And who did? At the end of their gaze, the entrance door opens. Urgent, or.
The face I peeked at a while later was somewhat lower than Sputnik had expected. It just glanced around the store dressed like a door. When Sputnik and I meet each other, we tremble our shoulders as if we were surprised.
And still with his trembling lips, he uttered a trembling voice.
"... oh, that"
"Isn't that Luanne? What's the matter with you?"
I only remembered the name because Crewe happened to be playing with them yesterday. He's a kid who lives in Liafiat. One of Krew's friends, Anna, the daughter of the grocery store, and I often have three lively conversations. Anyway, the boy was coming as a guest now.
But things are not right. Pulling your lips aside and letting your gaze wander around is the same trick that Crewe did when he did what he told you. I remember a kid named Luanne as having the personality to say something a little rougher. His mother, who works as a material store employee, said, "You ask for help with the house, and she'll be gone soon, that kid!" I've heard you say stupid things to your fellow employees.
He's standing there, watching something.
"Is something wrong?"
"Mr. Sputnik, I,... I saw it"
"What?
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View Soaran. He remains hooded unchanged. But it soon became clear that what was going on with Luang now was not his offer. Because Sputnik's gaze shook his cover.
Luang's cheeks stain red. At the same time that Sputnik thinks, oops, what Luang said is another unexpected word, and he sighs that he can't think of anything today.
Luann's voice, bright red, seemed to have forced momentum to kill him, only slightly, plundering.
"I saw it.... and give me an angel!