History of the Greatest Estate Design - Episode 168
168fury. The truth about philanthropists (1)
“Most of the Noctanium has disappeared in the last two days..”
This is the basement of Cannavaro’s mansion..
A cellar beneath a cellar, protected by numerous magical security devices..
Cannavaro and 30 warlocks were gathered there..
The only light on the large, long table where a total of 31 people sat around was a single, precarious candle..
Cannavaro looked up in that dark and gloomy landscape..
Your own two hands placed on the table.
I saw a fruit fly flying above it..
“…….”
This is a space where no intruders are allowed, so how on earth did those fruit flies get in?.
No, perhaps fruit flies are just beings that appear randomly out of thin air..
It was a question that couldn't be answered even with his abundant magical knowledge..
But Cannavaro quickly gave up on that idea..
Fruit flies aren't important right now..
Noctanium is gone.
He continued speaking to the warlocks..
“As everyone knows, this was a position that took all factors into consideration. The place that is least visible to the eyes and footsteps of those coming and going from Namaran. However, this is the place where the resonance phenomenon of mana to build a barrier can occur most powerfully. However, all the noctanium buried like that has disappeared..”
“Did Count Namaran notice??”
Warlocks with their hoods deeply pressed down.
One of them pursed his lips and asked.
Cannavaro shook his head..
“No, it's not the same. He hasn't made any moves yet..”
“But are you saying that all the skulls and noctanium buried in the ground were dug up in just a day or two??”
“You may not believe it, but yes.”
“…….”
Everyone's heavy silence.
Cannavaro's voice flowed through them..
“I still don't know who did it. However, it is clear that an organization or person with abilities beyond our expectations was involved in this matter..”
“I guess so. The skull had numerous anti-grabbing spells placed on it, including one that nullified detection..”
it was true.
So I was relieved.
no one will ever find it.
Even if they found it, they wouldn't be able to dismantle the magic on the skull..
I trusted with confidence.
But the reality was different, like a lie.
‘The magic of that skull has disintegrated. All the noctanium disappeared?.’
It was absurd.
I was in vain.
Is this how a farmer feels when his entire year's worth of crops is robbed in one day?.
Cannavaro and the 30 warlocks clenched their fists, remembering the blood, sweat, and tears they poured into creating and burying Noctanium..
But now is not the time to be angry.
Cannavaro gathered his emotions and looked at everyone..
“Now, let's think calmly. What is already gone is gone. There is no need to regret what is out of our hands..”
“What do you plan to do from now on?.”
“We can't allow these minor adversities to hinder our great work..”
“Those words are?”
“The mission will be carried out as planned..”
“But is there a way?”
A warlock asked.
The other warlocks also shook their heads at that question..
It was Noctanium that took a lot of time and effort to install..
So now I'm just waiting for the date of the wedding that's right around the corner..
I was making final preparations..
“You won't be able to do this without Noctanium. I believe you know that better than us.…….”
“Of course I know..”
“if?”
“Instead of installing skulls, we can step in and activate the barrier ourselves. Then, you will be able to complete the work without missing the deadline..”
“but…….”
The mouths of the warlocks revealed under the hood were distorted with embarrassment and embarrassment..
But the counterargument did not unfold.
This was because Cannavaro opened his mouth first and struck the player..
“In the first place, the skull is just a medium that acts as an agent so that we don't have to move ourselves and build barriers..”
“That's right. Isn't this so that our identities won't be exposed even if we perform a memorial service?.”
“But think about what's important.”
“…….”
“Is it important that our identities are not revealed? Otherwise, it is important to perform a memorial service and achieve a great cause according to the date.?”
“…….”
“There is probably no one here who would say that our personal safety is more important. Isn't that so??”
“that…….”
“Isn't that so??”
“…….”
A moment of madness flashed in Cannavaro's eyes..
The warlocks all shut their mouths..
“Originally, I wouldn't have chosen this method, but now I have no choice. The memorial service must be held as scheduled. Everyone knows this. That this isn't just ours. It's a cogwheel that interlocks in a bigger plan. In other words, if we procrastinate, it means that we will be holding back the entire cause. I can't procrastinate. I can't put it off. We have to take action ourselves. Instead, there is no need to recklessly take risks..”
“Do you have a special idea in mind??”
“How about activating the barrier at the safest moment?.”
“It's a safe moment?”
“What I'm saying is, let's aim for the moment when Namaran's knights and troops are all within the castle..”
“……ah!”
The warlocks' mouths opened in amazement..
Yes.
The barrier of Noctanium they will build.
It was a large-scale, powerful curse that absorbed the life force of all living things inside the barrier and concentrated it in one place..
Of course, once a wall is built, no one can cross it..
From the inside to the outside.
From outside to inside.
Unless you demonstrate a sword master or higher level of power, you will never be able to pass..
So, if Namaran's knights and troops all choose a time to stay within the city walls and build a wall,?
Any article inside.
A strong army.
You won't be able to get out of the wall.
Your life force will be completely absorbed..
That alone means that the enemy that threatens them will disappear..
“How about bringing reinforced zombies as escorts??”
“Good opinion..”
“But I'm still worried. In a situation where we don't know who dismantled Noctanium, if we are exposed,…….”
“Don't worry too much about that..”
“Do you have a solution??”
“I will protect you.”
“Are you really saying that you want to act as an escort yourself??”
“Of course. Because you are worthy of that level of protection..”
“Oh oh…….”
A sense of relief finally spreads from the lips of the warlocks..
They can trust Cannavaro if he protects them..
That's because he's a powerful warlock..
“Additionally, when you activate the barrier, its own defensive magic will provide additional protection. It's a magic that can't hurt even a single hair unless you're a sword master. What would I be afraid of if my escort was added to that?.”
“You are correct. I feel a little relieved now.”
The warlocks grinned..
Looking at them, Cannavaro also smiled with satisfaction..
‘These idiots.’
He said he would personally protect him..
Of course it was a lie.
They are nothing more than expendable items..
Although it's a bit of a waste of ability.
These guys don't care if they die anyway, as long as they activate the barrier..
Once the barrier curse is activated, it will never stop unless the barrier itself is broken..
“Now, let's work out a detailed plan..”
Hiding my true feelings like a poisonous snake.
Cannavaro smiled even more happily..
♣
A few days have passed.
‘Now, let's check the plan again..’
Javiel thought quietly..
And then he looked at his apron..
A bucket of water that was just intentionally spilled.
Thanks to you, my apron was soaked..
The same was true for not only the apron but also the skirt and shoes worn underneath..
“Egg money, what should I say?.”
A woman stamping her feet.
He seemed to think it was because of him that the water jar spilled..
Well, that's probably true..
Because we bumped into each other unnoticed.
Because I pretended to miss the water pot at that moment..
It was thanks to that.
“Oh my. What if you don't look ahead, ma'am?.”
“I almost got in big trouble. Miss Ella? I wasn't hurt anywhere?”
People who were carrying food ingredients at the distribution center beat the woman..
The woman also kept apologizing because she thought this happened because of her..
Javiel smiled lightly..
“I'm fine.”
“It's okay. My skirt and shoes were all a mess. Ugh. You almost hurt your pretty feet because of me. Yes, I have a change of clothes and shoes.?”
“that…….”
“Looks like it doesn't exist?”
“…….”
The look of regret on the woman's face increased..
Javiel also felt sorry as his conscience was pricked..
But I didn't show it.
Just lower your head.
I moved my hands clunkily..
That alone was effective(?) enough..
“Then, if it's okay, would you mind changing my clothes? You know the small room next to the entrance to the food warehouse? I left it there.”
“…….”
“It may not be the right size, but it's better than working in a wet skirt, so go change quickly. huh? I'm doing this because I'm sorry.”
“thank you.”
“What is gratitude? i'm sorry.”
“…….”
I'm so sorry, ma'am..
Javiel bowed his head with sincerity..
I often escaped from the distribution center..
But I didn't head to the food warehouse..
Instead, his steps headed towards Cannavaro's mansion..
‘'Cause every day at this time he goes down to the basement.’
This was something I learned through observation over the past few days..
It was also a fact that I would never have found out if I hadn't worked at a distribution center while dressing up as a woman, and if I hadn't gone down to the basement under the pretext of running an errand by chance..
That's why.
Today, he planned to dig into the second basement of the Cannavaro mansion..
Just now, he poured a bucket of water to make an excuse to leave the distribution center for a while..
Tadat!
Before I knew it, he was moving like the wind..
Wet aprons and clothes were no problem.
Just by squeezing it once with amazing grip strength, most of the dripping water disappeared..
So he arrived at the Cannavaro mansion in an instant..
Between the blind spots in people's field of vision.
I took advantage of that exquisite gap to cross the garden..
I entered through the side door at the back of the garden..
Fortunately, I didn't encounter anyone on the first floor of the mansion..
It seeped in like a shadow and went down the stairs leading to the basement..
The basement door blocked my path..
It was a door locked with a magic lock..
I raised my hand.
Kiiiiing!
Rotated a mana circle.
I remembered the mana array I saw a few days ago..
The manor's butler used to go in and out of this magical door..
It was the arrangement of the mana contained in the magic key he used..
Tsuzuzuzu……!
A shape of mana was drawn along Haviel's fingertips..
Following the elaborate and accurate arrangement of mana.
seeped into the lock.
shined the lock.
sweet.
the lock was opened.
‘good.’
A picture appeared in Javiel’s eyes..
Of course, with his strength and ability, he could break or dismantle such a magic lock..
But it shouldn't have been that way..
Because it leaves a trace.
Because it will raise the other person's caution.
This was the moment when the effort I had put in for several days to enter the basement without leaving a trace paid off..
That's how Javiel entered the basement..
“…….”
I crossed the dark and inhospitable basement..
Eventually, I found the stairs leading to the second basement floor..
But he didn't go any further than that..
stopped at the corner.
I even stopped breathing.
Stabilized the pounding heart and blood flow.
Assimilated all rhythms and energy characteristics of the body with the surroundings..
In other words, all kinds of pretense of popularity have been erased..
and waited.
ten minutes, thirty minutes.
It had been almost an hour since he waited when a stranger came down to the basement..
Jeopuk, Jeopuk…….
Someone approached with cautious steps.
Every time I took a step, I looked around..
By any chance, is there anyone hiding?.
Is there anything following you?.
He seemed to be too wary of his surroundings..
‘Cannavaro.’
Haviel's pupils contracted slightly..
Cannavaro, with a cautious expression, came down to the basement..
And as Javiel looked on, he stood in front of the door on the second basement floor..
I took something out of my pocket..
It was a key containing mana..
Ugh…….
The mana in the key went into the lock..
The magic circle inside the lock resonated..
The magic circle rotated..
the lock was opened.
iron spoon.
Cannavaro looked around again and went down to the second basement level..
The door is closed and the magic lock is locked..
Until then, Javiel remained quietly in a dark corner..
It didn't move after that..
Another thirty minutes later.
It was like this when Cannavaro opened the door and passed in front of him, and even when he left the basement and went upstairs..
He assimilated with his surroundings and stayed like a stone statue..
And it was only when the presence of Cannavaro, who had gone up to the first floor, had completely disappeared that he finally moved..
“Phew.”
Before we knew it, Haviel was standing in front of the door to the second basement floor..
reached for the lock.
And I remembered a memory from earlier..
The magic key that Cannavaro took out.
The flow and pattern of mana radiated by the key.
I reproduced the same arrangement of mana that I had thoroughly felt and memorized through the faintest techniques. copied. and succeeded.
sweet.
The magic lock was opened.
“…….”
Javiel took a breath..
What is on the second basement floor?.
Is what I'm doing right now?.
Such shameless behavior of oneself prying into other people's backs..
“…….”
If Mr. Cannavaro's second basement floor is an unremarkable place,.
If it's just a place where a secret safe belonging to an ordinary rich family is located,.
I will go back like this and grab Lloyd by the collar at least once. And I will announce that I will accept the outcome of the bet..
Thinking like that, Javiel grabbed the doorknob. I turned it. opened.
Squeak.
Beyond the door that opens with a dissonant sound.
The scene of the second basement floor was revealed..
No, the truth has come out..
“Grumble?”
The zombie that was wandering around without a head opened its arms towards him..
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