Almark dives his voice and whispers to Morgen.
"Morgen, I wonder if I can hear those three conversations"
"Huh?"
Morgen tries to look at you, so he stops by hand.
"You don't have to look. Three tables over there. I want to know what they're talking about over there."
"Why, again"
"I just heard you say bar-herbs."
"Bar herbs...... you mean Wendy's house?
As Morgen says without even lurking his voice, Almark hisses that the three of them might not hear him.
"Morgen! He said it was loud."
"What? Because Wendy's house is a great nobleman of Galais. That's a rumor some people make."
Morgen gives Wendy's name as loud as ever. Almark struck his inner tongue.
"Morgen! Listen to me."
Almark puts his face closer to Morgen.
"The three of them are northern people. I understand. Because I'm from the North, too. And they're mercenaries."
"Hey."
Morgen recites.
"What the hell?"
"Mercenaries are..."
Almark wonders what to explain for a moment.
"I'm a war professional. Hired by nations and nobles to fight their enemies"
"Uh, well. I've heard of it."
Morgen nods.
"But you can't help but say those people came to Galentre. There's only war in the north."
"... it's not just the big war. I also undertake small battles. Demonic exorcisms, village defenses, travel escorts,... assassinations"
"Assassination?"
"Remind me of Wendy's letter, Morgen. It said Wendy's father's political opponents hired him to wander around the mansion."
"It said!
Morgen shouts out loud, and some of his guests glimpse him. Children's voices often pass in busy stores.
"So, Morgen, he said he had a loud voice!
"Oh, I'm sorry. So?"
"I think they could be the killer."
"No way... coincidence has passed"
"Of course not. It's more likely. But I kind of have a bad feeling about it. It's just my guess, but I'm curious. So just to be sure, I want to know what those guys are talking about right now."
Almark looks straight at Morgen's face.
"Morgen can do it, can't he?
"This is a voice hunting technique... I don't like the wind system..."
Morgen turns a blind eye.
"My friend's... Wendy's safety may be on the line. Please, Morgen."
"Oh, yeah. It's for Wendy."
Morgen nodded.
"I can't stay very long. I want to do it before they and the people at the store suspect me."
"Okay."
Morgen, uh, took one deep breath.
Close your eyes and concentrate your spirit.
Almark pretends to be calm and asks what's going on around him.
After a while, a small chunk of unseen voice was born on the two tables.
Morgen's voice hunting technique has made a difference.
At first the voice that was attached to the mess slowly loosens up and reaches Almark's ear as a word.
"That's when I told you."
"There's no meat I can't eat."
"That's why I said it."
"Ha-ha-ha."
"... Morgen, no, no. Not this table."
Almark shakes his head small.
"Huh?
"Right next to it."
"It's hard to adjust."
Morgen closes his eyes again.
"Right next door..."
I squeal in my mouth and increase my concentration.
After a while, a cloud of unseen voices was born again on the table.
"... so, it seems..."
'But............... right?
"Morgen, you're right."
The voice probably belongs to those three people over there. It's the voices of the men who kept it low.
But it sounds like it was before when I heard the art of Norish wind newsletters in the college garden.
I can't hear a word that makes sense.
"I'm sorry, Morgen, I have a little accuracy..."
"I have a smaller voice over there... this is the limit for me right now. Almark clears his ears."
"Okay."
Almark clears his ears to a chunk of loosening voice. I can't help but get in the way of the hustle and bustle around me.
"... requests always..."
'I don't know what to do... but... it will'
"... you... Ndi..."
"Did I just say Wendy...?
Almark clears his ears even more.
"Already... but... to..."
"... in Miletos..."
!!
Bar herbs. (W) Ndi. Miletos. Is this for sure?
"Come on, Morgen. A little more..."
"I'm getting the hang of it..."
That being said, there is sweat on Morgen's forehead.
"... the others..."
"... and... soon..."
'This one just waits.... in three days...'
'It depends on the movement over there. You can make the usual moves this way.'
Suddenly voice accuracy increases.
That's good, Morgen! Almark backs up in his heart.
But Morgen's face looks pretty bitter.
"Keep those eyes on us."
'It will take some time, but in any case...'
"Lower Shima Su"
Suddenly, the clerk's hand reached out in front of the two of them and the plate of meals was lowered.
Morgen opens his eyes in surprise.
The concentration is interrupted, and the voices that were gathering on the table can be played all the time.
The last fragment reached the two ears just before they could play.
"If they kill that Wendy girl, that's the end of the job."