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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 486

[486[Tuesday] God knows

When I turned my head, feeling my mana weakening behind me, I saw an unfamiliar alley instead of the inside of the tent beyond the half-closed gate..

I thought it would be too careless to skip all the procedures and procedures and open the gate in a back alley located in a corner of the outlaws' nest, a smuggling route commonly called an underground tunnel, which is neither tightly closed nor openly exposed... but surprisingly... It seems like there's a plan, as it's quiet and doesn't even feel like a small presence..

Still, just in case, I took a short break and reconfirmed that there was no one around before leaving the alley..

Hoping to make it look as natural as possible, I went out into the street and, contrary to the gloomy name of the tunnel, a very neat and bright scenery unfolded. The salty sea breeze I could feel from beyond the gate was still there, but the desolate atmosphere I had expected was nowhere to be seen..

Rather, it was closer to a downtown area. It's also a downtown area with plenty of supplies..

People walking on the streets and people selling things. All of them are very ordinary. It's not that there aren't people who look a little scary, but since sailors in this world fight all kinds of monsters that come out of the sea, it was enough to assume that he had the impression of a simple neighborhood guy..

What's a little different is that, unlike the neat and tidy surroundings of the street, some areas on the hill in the distance are in poor condition, as if there had been a fire, and within 30 minutes of walking down the street, I had to encounter three pickpockets. degree?

The first two guys looked so young that they couldn't have been more than seven years old, so I tolerated them by feeding them honey chestnuts on the top of their heads, but the third guy was a guy who had just started growing a mustache, so I suddenly hit him and knocked him out, then grabbed him by the collar and helped him up..

"Do these people see people as scarecrows for pickpocketing practice?."

Even though I didn't use any magical power, I was struck by the nuclear honey bomb that I swung with only a little bit of force control, and the sight of the guy's eyes wandering and losing focus was quite annoying, so I decided to hit him on the cheek with my free hand..

match! The guy came to his senses with a cheerful sound and the attention of the people around him was also focused on us, but then he dispersed again as if it was no big deal and went his own way or started selling the goods from the stall at the top of his voice..

indeed. This part looks different from an ordinary city..

"If you answer the question, you are let go, or you get another hit. That hill over there, why is it like that??"

It was after I fed him three more chestnuts that I got a proper answer from the pickpocket, who was looking at me with a bewildered expression..

It was a little annoying, but thanks to this, I was able to find out that a famous force in the tunnel had recently been attacked by the Demon King's army and was in bad condition, and that the clever confrontation that resulted from that was still going on..

While I was getting a satisfactory answer, instead of handing the pickpocket, whose face was swollen, to the security guard, I kicked his butt off and started walking again, and this time I was able to enjoy a comfortable movement without pickpockets..

After that, all I had to do was look around, memorize a few landmarks to understand the city's geography, and find an inn..

Although I often felt unidentified gazes, the clashes I feared did not occur, and there were no arguments. Perhaps because it is a place where blades, not fists or six-headed characters, fly if you make a mistake, the more grim-looking these guys are, the more they cast wary glances and do not move hastily..

According to the owner of the inn where they stayed, pickpockets kill them for a few pennies and attack them with the belief that they will not get involved in trouble... Although these are common words for orphans born in the aftermath of war and poverty, they are easily understandable. it wasn't an action.

"They're just kids who live like there's no tomorrow."

The tough-looking innkeeper expressed his own conclusion, stuffed the fairy tale I had received into his pocket and handed over the key..

I deliberately chose an appropriate location for the inn. It is a place that smells of alcohol and cigarettes right from the entrance and is not clean, but still does not smell like sewage. Both the price and the quality of the rooms were cheap, and it was a typical medieval fantasy inn, so it was a bit painful, but I decided to endure it since I was only staying for one day anyway..

The first day ended with me spending time locked in my room, comparing memories and maps..

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I woke up to a not-so-refreshing morning. After eating a quick breakfast, I packed my bags and left the inn..

I wanted to move early in the morning, but the note I received said, 'Don't move too early in the morning.' I couldn't do that because there was this matter..

Even though the area of ​​the outlaws is a representative local specialty, it is clearly a city of Itisel where lords and soldiers exist, so the security is the strictest during off-peak hours to prevent illegal activities..

Even though it is a plan approved by both the empire and the kingdom, this situation where you have to do your best not to get caught is a bit frustrating, but there is nothing you can do, it is a situation where secrecy is the top priority..

It was clear that they would help us in the end if we commanded them in the name of the king, as they were setting foot on the kingdom's soil, but they were also the kingdom's subjects and criminals. I can use the pretext of helping you to get in line with political power, and depending on the situation, I can sell my information to the devil's army..

Since I had the luxury of jumping long distances using a simple gate, the feeling of disparity was a bit extreme, but it was right to move like this. With that in mind, the place we arrived was a small blacksmith shop located far from the beach..

It doesn't really look like there's anything special about it. It would be a special sight to see two men with muscular muscles sitting with their backs to the roaring flames of a brazier, topless, eating stew of a very unpleasant color with bread, even though it is the middle of winter..

"Are you a guest??"

The area around the blacksmith shop is extremely quiet, so just by approaching, the eyes of two people naturally turn to me. At this, I nodded my head and said the password written in my notebook..

"To buy some horseshoes."

The two men showed no particular reaction to my words. Then, one person who was looking at me with a puzzled expression pointed to the weapons displayed on one side of the blacksmith shop with the bread he was chewing and answered..

"We specialize in weapons?"

"Someone I know said that the two-gold horseshoes they sell here are works of art.."

"There are few people who know that... but you know everything.."

"Because rumors don't discriminate between people."

They gave me suspicious looks when I spoke to them, but when I leaned against the pillar, they shrugged their shoulders and nodded. Not only did they speak, but they also approached the pillar of the blacksmith shop and leaned against it, which was a secret slogan. They were detail-oriented in many ways..

"That's right. How far are you going??"

"I have to go to the Western Kingdom, so I want to prepare in advance.."

"I'll have to buy something sturdy.."

I took out two gold coins and handed them to the man who stood up and held out his hand to me. He nodded as if there was nothing more to see and headed towards what appeared to be a blacksmith warehouse. He passed the guy who was eating again without much reaction and followed him, and the man opened his mouth again as he removed the items piled up in the warehouse with a familiar motion..

"Other guys are saying that our organization has gone out of fashion since Kwansala died, but that's all bullshit. It's already been three years since Kwansala handed over the wheel to the gang members and started sitting on a chair. During that time, other guys killed several customers, but we never once failed.."

Then, without even mentioning any precautions or anything, he suddenly starts talking about settings that I only know about..

"He didn't die on the ship, so is there any problem? The problem is the demons that came in out of nowhere.."

To be honest, I was quite embarrassed, but since I had a story to tell after beating up the pickpocket, I was able to piece it together in a timely manner and react in a timely manner..

"A friend who knows something. Idiots easily forget that."

Perhaps because he liked my answer, the man smiled slightly as he stopped moving his items. After putting everything aside for a while, a truly cliché underground entrance was revealed..

"It's a single road, so don't worry and keep going. I will guide you when you arrive. It's going to be a bit boring since it goes all the way to the beach.."

Now they seem a bit illegal..

As if he didn't really want an answer, he immediately opened the iron door at the entrance, nodded briefly in response, and entered the dark passage. It was an insignificant cave that could hardly be said to have been cleaned well, but with the supports installed to prevent it from collapsing and the magic stone lanterns placed in between, it looked like a mine..

Considering that lanterns of this size are kept for the simple purpose of lighting the way, it seems like this industry is booming even if Kwansala or something is dead..