"Are you there? You must have noticed. To the fact that the Labyrinth Crusaders are catching alchemists!
Robert Agwinas tells Jack Nielenberg off.
Robert's words and actions, which I don't doubt because I believe he is the administrator of the alchemist himself, are no longer close to those of the madman.
"We're going to help out. We're bringing him back to the Agwinas. For the new world of this pulse!
What does it mean to put it in the Labyrinth Crusader Army? For you who have sworn so much loyalty, for your daughter, who has no sin whatsoever, I will not give you a single potion! I can save it. Your daughter!
Let's go to a new world together! There are still magic formations of temporary death.
Many times! Many times! You can put him to sleep! You shouldn't consume it just once, that alchemist!
You know what I mean? You should understand. How potion is needed for Labyrinth Attack! How many soldiers have ever been helped by our new drugs! If you are! If you helped so many soldiers!
"I'm not talking about it. Give me Shelly back."
Nielenberg says it out cold.
"Why? Why, why, why!?
You need it, don't you? Isn't that essential? Is that why you've been using it? Give me my new medication! Red and black magic pills!
You used it!! That's why I'm guilty of the same crime! You have to go with me!!!
Robert opens his eyes and raises his voice in the midst of frenzy. Nielenberg moves to restrain Robert just because he can't get along.
At that time.
"Whoa, that's it."
A lowly voice took control of Nielenberg.
"What can happen to your daughter? Shouldn't you just be pretty with the hamburger?
A man with a look who said he was a bandit came out of the back room poking a cutlass at a brunette girl with a bandage around her face.
"Daddy......"
That face is exactly right.
"Shelley......"
Jack Nielenberg to make a move.
"You have to go with us."
Reaching out to Jack Nielenberg to invite him, Robert says. As the black nanica dripped off Robert's palm, which was supposed to have nothing, the whole room was dimmed and the feeling of the temperature dropping a few degrees struck him.
Black stains gush up on the carpet at Jack Nielenberg's feet.
Like blood pus staining out of the wound, whether changing bandages or replacing them, the black stain smudges the carpet black so that it springs from the floor, and the rusty starch creeps over the short rug with hairy feet.
Nielenberg has seen this starch before. It was "The Curse" floating on the body of "The Curse Snake King".
No specific skills are required for the exercise of "spell-based witchcraft". Because of its properties, even research as well as use is prohibited by imperial law.
The curse that sprung up around Jack Nielenberg was vibrating as if he were alive.
"Ugh, don't move, I don't care what happens to my daughter."
The bandit's voice, which threatens Shelley with a cutlass, is trembling frightened by something, though, and his gaze is glaring at Robert.
"You have nothing to fear. Just make a little 'connection'. 'Cause they're just like the people who work this far away."
Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,
The star of the curse narrowed its circle to Jack Nielenberg, like the tail of a chopped lizard, or like the hands and feet of a crushed and breathless bug.
"Confirm the exercise of illegal spell-based witchcraft. Moreover, in the system of compulsory domination, naturally, there is no slave trader qualification or contract artist qualification. to the kidnapping, extortion of girls, treachery to the Labyrinth Crusaders and. It would be enough if we had as much of it together, yo. Hey, Dad?
"Don't call me prolonged disgusting with Shelly's face."
To the leopard of the poor girl who was being poked at the cutlass, the bandit put his strength into his right hand to scratch the girl's neck loosely and noticed that there was no tip from the wrist of his right hand, which was holding the cutlass.
"Hih, heh, heh, my hand, my hand's up!
The bandit, realizing that he had his right wrist amputated without even pain, screams unnecessarily.
Cutlass, which the bandit was supposed to have, was in the hands of a bandage-wrapped girl.
"Oops."
The girl who puts the cutlass pattern into the belly of a bandit. The bandit lost consciousness of falling at the front when he groaned "Gu" in a position with his right wrist grabbed.
"Become, Become"
The curse that surrounded Jack Nielenberg is also foggy with a sharp kick. A bandaged girl landing next to Nielenberg with Katrath in one hand.
"Damn, noble opponents are a hassle. That's enough proof, Yo."
Sesame and Girl (?) takes the demon prop of the record out of his pocket. Conversation is of course a magic item that can be recorded up to the type of magic and technique activated.
Robert, aware of the situation, leans towards the door that leads between the twitch and the back of the bandit's incoming detachment.
"Give it up. This mansion is already under siege"
Coldly speaking Nielenberg.
"Like this..., in this place..."
Robert chewed his teeth thoroughly and shouted at the bandit, who fell on his back like he was holding his right wrist.
"" Wake up, and kill Aitsura!!!
At that moment, the bandit peeled his eyes off quack and jumped from lying on the floor to Nielenberg and the others like a four-legged beast.
"Aaaaaaaa!"
With his white eyes peeled, Nielenberg slaps a four-legged beast jumping bandit to the ground with a kick. Now it's time to see the bandits blowing blood bubbles and stopping moving, girl (?) says.
"You use terrible slave prints, don't you? When I wake up, I hope my body moves just the way it used to."
Bandits are girls (?) was overthrown so that he could not get up for a while, but was forced to do so by Robert's Orders, forcing him to move beyond the limits of his physical function. The bandit's limbs, which fall after blowing blood bubbles, have occasional cramps. When a bandit wakes up, does his body have its original function?
Robert seems to have fled in the middle of a breakaway while the bandit was attacking him.
"I'll report back to Deputy General Sama outside, yo. It's not a contract anymore."
"Oh, thank you.........., how long are you going to be Shelly's face?
"Hehe......, Bye, Dad"
Girl wrapped in a bandage when she glanced slightly at Jack Nielenberg (?) walked to the entrance of the distance.
The detachment has already been surrounded by the Labyrinth Crusaders and the family decree of the Agwinas seems to have been captured.
Girl in Weishardt waiting near the entrance (?) When he handed over the demon props of the record, he reported something and left the house of the Agwinas behind.
Girl unbandaging as she twirls through the vast garden of the snowy Agwinas family (?) walks. On the face that appeared because of the bandage, it should have definitely had a rough scar, but the wound had disappeared nicely when it bent between the trees. On the contrary, it doesn't make sense. When he reached the heavy portal, the longer piece was stripped off, rounded and put in a bag, and a boy in trousers stood.
When the soldier guarding the gate showed his mark and left the mansion, the boy returned to the commercial district.
The boy who rushes the snow night lane to the commercial district would be a shopkeeper somewhere.
It doesn't mean much to him. The boy returns to his shop.
"I'm home, Oba. Delivered yo"
When the boy says, as usual, the shopkeeper also replies at his usual rate.
"I told you to call me Merle at the store. So, how'd it go?
"Oba, you like rumors as well as coarse sugar. Greed like an oak, yo."
"The only thing you can change is your face. Don't be so busy!
There are skills that can transform certain people just like that, although there is no potion to do that or do this, but there are skills that can transform certain people just like that. It is not difficult to imagine what position a person with that extremely scarce skill would attach to.
From fine tea leaves, white sugar and rare spices preferred by noblemen and rich merchants, to affordable tea leaves and coarse sugar that can be handled by ordinary people, the attentive female shopkeeper of the drug grass store is the face of his wives and is also part of the information unit dedicated to the Schusenwald Border House.
If you're an adventurer looking to raise wages or earn rough money, it's still not the case in labyrinth cities, such as where helpless daughters from outside labyrinth cities live at high renovation costs for large dwellings. It was their job to monitor and investigate translatable persons. Later, in "The Alchemist Around the Imperial Capital", they often heard rumors that they were uncomfortable from what they had said and done, and they blended Mariella and the others into the city as uncomfortable residents. Of course, I am familiar with the Black Iron Transport Corps, so it is an intelligence manipulation ordered by Weishardt.
I guess Merle will visit Weishardt again tomorrow. To deliver new tea leaves and liquidate the 'price'. Bring the information from all over the city that you just got today.