Chapter 338 – The Phantom Thief? Detective! (4)
With a puncture in his shoulder, the half-elf drained his blood.
Is mole a derogatory term for dwarves? It is a personal expression.
〈… While doing that.〉
The little sister, the thief, only told the truth, but the little elf didn’t even pretend to listen.
Originally, racism or genealogy is a special field for those who can’t learn and have a lot of inferiority complexes. There is no corner to intervene in the realm of logical logic in the battle of emotions.
As he stirred the staff, another water dragon appeared and attacked Fran.
The brilliance of the water dragon, which was reflecting sunlight, turned dark as it flew into the lair. The water dragon, which lost its light source and turned black in an instant, had some kind of charisma.
I spread my palms as I jumped with only my legs.
‘Ice Baeksinjang (氷白神掌).’
Jjwoong-!! With a long hit, cardiopulmonary arrest was initiated.
The cold air that spread inside the water dragon froze the body made of water from head to toe.
Doesn’t the original meat cook quickly if you heat it inside and out? Wouldn’t quick freezing be roughly the same?
‘Titling! It’s a masterpiece Bingryong statue!’
The elf tried to regain control of the magic that had become a water dragon, no, a bingryong now.
His face turned red as he tried to shake off my mana that had settled heavily inside Bingryong.
But I laughed at that tail. I don’t think you can afford to fight me for mana right now.
〈──Kuhhh?!〉
When the elf came to his senses belatedly from my silent ridicule, the core knife was stuck in the whole body of the water dragon he rode.
《Arise as God (Dd.F xa m nTr).》
As Fran uttered the spell, the evenly spaced knives expanded, as if stuffed snakes. The golem’s head was created by generating soil inside the water dragon.
Pew-!
The water dragon couldn’t stand the pressure and exploded.
It was quite humorous to see the round head of a golem popping out of clear water, but the little elf who lost his footing in the air must have lost his heart.
An elf that emits thick nutmeg letters from its mouth.
He made a water dragon to support him and rode it and charged us. It was an ambitious attempt for a wizard.
No, is this bastard even confident in his skills? They say that the distinction between a wizard and a warrior is meaningless to a master.
‘But you’re not the only one who’s confident in being right.’
I released Odin’s eyes before the side effects dulled my head and grabbed Bingryong.
I saw roughly how it works. There was no big difference from the tips of the Blood Magician. In other words, this was the ice-type version of Kaiser Phoenix.
〈Giving Life to Sculptures!!〉
─Shwaaaaa!!
I manipulated the mana of Beast Return that caused the dragon to burp inside.
The frozen dragon raised his head, splashing frost.
Bingryong and the water dragon’s thrush collided. It’s a dragon deep kiss.
Living in a different world, you see things you wouldn’t normally see. I clicked my tongue and put a spin on Bingryong.
A Bingryong that rotates 720 degrees like a crocodile’s death rolling, and a water dragon that twists its body accordingly!
─Champchampchamp!!
Of course, the elves, who were not the chosen children, could not stand on top of the spinning Digimon. He jumped off the water dragon’s back, clicking his tongue as I did.
‘You bastard! They seem to think that if I come down to earth, they will be able to win, but how shallow they think——〉
I cut him off and pointed to the sky.
The little half-elf paused for a second before laughing.
“You stupid human being. Sadistic to be fooled by such shallow tricks?!
─Two-kwang!!
Fran, who had threaded the head of the golem with a hammer from above, struck the elf’s claw like a nail. The shockwave kicked up dust, pinning his body knee-deep into the ground.
He passed out with his shrieking moan.
─Clap clap clap! I stuck out my tongue as I clapped.
Does Fran’s dexterity affect her strength control? Fran laughed as he dusted off the hammer.
‘Well, even gold has to be bitten to know. Our francs are high.〉
Once he was stunned, he was also tied up with a rope and sprayed with a large amount of sleeping gas. It is true that he is asleep, seeing as he does not wake up even when a spear is thrust into his neck.
We’ll interrogate this bastard later. As I worked, I spoke to the person behind my back.
Her younger sister, the thief, who was about to lift her older sister and throw her on her back, grabbed her neck.
‘Where are you going? If you run away, you will be hit by 10 for every step you take?”
─Meadak! Returning swiftly, she set her sister down and knelt down on her knees.
I like the lack of situational awareness.
─Chack-champ! A sister slapping her sister on the cheek.
〈Turn it off… ?〉
As I watched her sister’s phantom thief rise, Fran picked up a magic item she had made from the wreckage of a table that had been destroyed by her water dragon’s appearance and observed it.
〈Looks like a tool they use to commit crimes? Where the hell do you buy this?〉
As soon as she wakes up, her sister’s phantom thief shows dissatisfaction on her face for a moment at the evaluation she heard. I turned her eyes to her.
“Did you make this?”
This guy is also very disciplined. It’s nice to see.
I picked up the parts of the magic item I had broken. It was a magic item enchanted with
Because of this, the location of the twins was exposed.
That half-elf kid probably realized they were leaving the city and followed them all the way here. Fuck these bastards, aren’t they jumping out without noticing? I said.
‘It doesn’t seem like it in my wife’s eyes, but the workmanship isn’t bad. But why didn’t you buy a ready-made product and make it yourself? Is it stubbornness as a phantom thief?〉
I said it without thinking, but the twins noticed me.
‘How are you?’
That scene really stimulated my intuition. I laughed evilly.
“That, that…〉
They slurred their words, but silence was the answer.
〈… Yeah.〉
I caught an unexpected weakness.
Even if I missed these guys, there was evidence to claim that they = phantom thieves. I thought so and clicked my tongue.
I asked a question, but the twins hesitated to answer.
So I hesitated too.
‘… Should I close my eyes and go through cardiopulmonary arrest and then revive it?’
Let go and interrogate the spirit.
It’s a rare interrogation technique that even the FBI would cry out and beg to pass on their tips to me.
‘But again, these aren’t the world’s bitches enough to be interrogated so mercilessly.’
Aren’t they proletarians in a different world who realize redistribution of wealth by robbing vicious people, even if their goals and tone are impure?
It was a little like breaking an earthenware pot to enforce justice even though it hadn’t caused any damage to us.
In addition, Odin’s advice to be good at managing anger is also taken.
It was not good to surrender to the libido of anger as before.
I sighed. This is why civilized people suffer. I miss the days when I put everything aside and threw it away.
Of course, if he had really done that, he would have beaten the merchant who was looking at Dana slyly and been kicked out of the caravan. Then I wouldn’t even be here.
‘Usually foragers get married and start a family, but their personality dies a bit…’
In any case, it would be better to give up the usual interrogation.
That was when I tried to come up with an interrogation method that would impress even my daughter-in-law.
─Food Duck!
Suddenly, an eagle descended from the ceiling. The guy landed familiarly, assuming he had been trained in the front line, but when the birdhouse she was supposed to enter was laid on the bedrock, she put on a dumbfounded expression.
At the appearance of that guy, the phantom thief’s face drained of blood.
〈… Shh, shh!! Shiiyi!!〉
Her older sister, the thief, hissed as she brushed her hands. What the fuck Is it an orc imitation?
‘Ah, I’m telling you to get out of here before I’m found out.’
Then you can’t miss it. I said as I took out the jerky.
The animal speech was deliberately disguised to sound meaningless.
But, of course, the vulture, which interpreted the babbling of my fellow countrymen, was caught in jerky and landed on my arm.
〈Kiaaaaak-!! (Meat—!!)〉
I handed him the jerky and pulled out a letter from his back.
Perhaps it was well trained, it flapped its wings when I put my hand on the bag containing the letter, but it calmed down when it let out some flesh. Mr. Pak. Fucking on the subject of public phones.
-Palak.
I took out a letter with a plain seal and read it.
Being here means a letter from the phantom thief sister.
The important thing is whether this came from the phantom thief or not. I read the letter in pieces, thinking that I could get information without interrogation, but my face hardened from the first paragraph.
〈… Hmmm shit?〉
I stopped reading the letter and looked at the thief sister who was dying.
However, even when he looked back and forth, he was still around, and the contents of the letter did not change.
Pooh…
I breathed in as if spitting out cigarette smoke and asked them.
〈… Did you guys say your names were Gwen and Stacey?〉
It’s obvious that it’s a pseudonym, so don’t hold back and answer, you bastard.
Swish-.
I threw the finished letter.
Gwen hesitantly picked up her letter and read its contents.
Written in neat Romanian language, the request was written as follows.
─To Audrey Heswald of the fixer office ‘TikTok’.
—I am Maria von Hennessis, a Britannia noblewoman.
Even if it was a foreign citizen, it was a very polite way of speaking for an aristocrat.
Even the handwriting is very familiar to the eye.
〈… B, a Britannia noble?〉
I breathed a sigh in the colder winter weather due to the aftermath of Bingryong.
The ‘local collaborators’ chosen by our employer seemed to be these guys.
