121 119 Side brook (1/2)
”Eh! What the hell is going on?
Why don't you just do what you want! I am Lord of Barbora, the Marquis of Christon, second son, Brooke Christon! Don't let anything happen in this town that doesn't work the way I want!
”Zelaise! If it was your story, there would be a bigger mess going on by now!
I stare at the little man standing right in front of me. Still a poor man. But it must be a man who can use it.
This man is Zelaise the Alchemist. He is the man who made Eugene's apprentice famous as the exclusive of the Adventurer's Alliance and created the cause for him to be pursued by the Alchemy Alliance. Now he was lurking in the society behind Barbora and receiving illegal requests.
He is a madman who has embedded demonic stones in humans and put his hands on a godless study of creating demons, but he is very treasured in his muscles because his arms are not bad. I've made a few requests, too.
Zelaisse's specialty poison came in handy when he turned down his suggestion to make my concubine and sealed the mouth of the civilians who had even told my father.
On that edge, he's now in a position like mine.
”Ha. Apparently someone is interfering”
”What do you mean?”
Is my plan leaking...?
”Do you know the name Black Tail Pavilion?
”... I don't know”
Guess from the name, is it a cook? How does that relate to my plan?
”It's one of the stalls in the contest”
”That's what's wrong!
”We're talking about the use of magic water in the dishes we sell at that stall. The name is Water of Pleasure. It's water that heals abnormal conditions within days.”
”Is that true?
I don't think it's just something that can be used in bulk, such as magic water.
”It was a fact. I let my subordinates get that dish, but it did have the ability to heal.”
”Shit. If so, is it their fault for the delay in the plan”
”Yes, because it's a stall that sells 10 gold bread one at a time”
”You mean there's a lot going on out there?
”I think there are over 5,000 meals out there a day.”
”There's a good chance that a Noble Dish cook is eating that bread.”
I don't think it's an act of knowing my plan. But if we're gonna get in the way, we just have to get rid of it.
”Crush that dewstore.”
”We've turned to those we've already hired, but we've been repelled.”
”You even hired an escort?
”Yes, Rank B Adventurer, Iron Claw Corbelt sticks around all day. Besides, the shopkeeper's girl herself was a Rank D adventurer.”
”What happened to Linford's men? Is this what you're hiding for?
Linford and I are a man named Zelaisse's co-researcher, who was introduced to Zelaisse about two months ago, but he also imitates like a mercenary of the stream, many of whom have excelled in combat under his command. However, most people had scratches on their tibia and without my guidance it would have been difficult to get into Barbora. I'm hiding in this mansion now. Creepy guys in circles on Zelaisse, but they've often been instrumental in rough things.
”I pointed out to those over LV20...”
”You couldn't? The owner is just Rank D!
”Not a single one will come back. Actually, even mine tried to make contact, but the back-run people I hired lost track of me. Life or death is unknown.”
”... what is that? Are you even an escort protecting you from the shadows?
”I don't know. Some of the information I was asked to look into was rank D adventurers, contributions to pirate extermination, possession of large quantities of spices, etc.”
”Let him find out more.”
”No matter, we're letting you look into it. It seems, however, that we have come to Barbora recently, and there are no people with more information. It looks like Barbora came in on a Lucille Chamber of Commerce ship, but that Chamber of Commerce has many hard-mouthed people. At last, the people who work on the boat grabbed the money and got it.”
Then you can't even grip the weakness and threaten! You think my plan is being interrupted because of such a lowly adventurer? Damn it!
”Do we use mercenaries? If you put in about 30 people, no matter how strong they are, you can kill them.
”If you move too flashy, won't your father touch you?
”Shit.”