Chapter 85 – Streets of Charata (2)
Episode 85: Street of Charata (2)
Like a cat waking up from a nap, Belphegor slowly stretches.
With a tired expression on his face, he stretches roughly, starting with a yawn.
Every movement of the body was sluggish.
“Hmm… So… What did you come for… ?”
He shakes off his dusty witch hat and raises his heavy hips.
“The test body followed.”
“… The thieves still followed… I think it will be annoying… “
Then I remembered the bully I saw in the alley.
Afterwards, Ikarut, who felt the presence of the group slowly following him, nodded as if he understood.
As he passed through the red light district, he saw various test subjects.
A test subject pretending to be a prostitute. A test subject running a store. There were more Belphegor’s test subjects than I thought, even the test subjects who were soliciting guests.
I deliberately placed Belphegor on the streets of Charata.
Numerous people came and went under the dark streets of the red light district.
Due to the nature of the street, I wear a mask or cape to cover my identity.
It is not enough alone to identify the hero who is determined and hides his identity.
Belphegor was able to create a large amount of eyes by sharing his senses with the test subject.
“So what did I give you?”
“… I couldn’t even get my nose out…”
Belphegor lay loose on his old couch.
Lesilia coughed up her small cough thanks to the rising dust.
Glancing at the saintess covering her nose, Belfegor jumped up.
“… He must have been on a date with a saintess… ?”
“… “
“Ah, ah… ! Belphegor! Well, it’s not like a date! We just came to find the holy sword!”
“… I was just joking… “
“Ahhh… Oh! Was it… “
Lesilia groaned, avoiding her gaze as if embarrassed.
Belphegor, who had been looking at her wistfully, shrugged her shoulders.
“… I didn’t feel the presence of a hero while I was here… It’s probably moving under someone’s protection… “
She lazily stretched her body, and then she stretched her body.
Belfegor, stretched over her couch, mushes like a drenched mop.
“Do you know the identity of the human protecting the hero?”
“… Daphnell Evelot… It must have been that woman’s work…”
Belphegor pushed the brim of his hat down, covering his face.
Judging by the yawning sound, it must have been quite tired.
By the way, Daphnell Evelot was a name I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“Then I’ll have to find her.”
“… It won’t be easy… Daphnell Evelot… She looks like a rat… Bothered… “
The jawline that is not covered is excited.
If there was something to set a trap for, Daphnell could be brought out.
As I was thinking about it, I heard Belphegor’s gasping sound.
“…I got to know a human who lived in the underworld for a long time… It will help quite a bit… “
Belphegor indifferently raised the brim of his hat.
He rolled his slightly bloodshot eyes and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
It’s the type that takes time to give an important answer, so you’ll have to wait a bit.
“This… If you take… Because you will like it… They say it’s a gift from Bell… “
Belphegor rummages through the messy pile of ingredients, then gives you his sachet.
There was a pile of dried leaves in the pocket.
When I put my nose to the sachet I accepted, a subtle and subtle scent came up.
It was a leaf tobacco with a few aphrodisiacs.
“Name is?”
“… What was it… Ah… Was it Valten… ?”
“It will be even more annoying.”
Ikarut narrowed his brows slightly as he remembered the past.
Balten was an NPC character who mercilessly gave sub-quests to the warriors.
The difficulty of the quest was difficult, but the rewards and experience gained were low.
That was the reason I advised newbies not to do the street quests in Charata.
Although it is set as a secret figure within the game world view.
If you are a player user, it is also a character you have met at least once.
“… Demon King is more than I thought… Hmm… I know… “
Belphegor slowly straightened the brim of his crumpled hat and spoke in passing.
There was a curiosity in the omitted words.
Valten, a famous information merchant on the streets of Charata, was a person that ordinary people don’t even know existed. He knew Belphegor, a high-ranking demon, because he had recently been in a relationship.
It is extremely unusual for the demon king to know a human who is shrouded in a veil.
“I received reports from my aide about the situation in the human world every morning and afternoon.”
“… Quite annoying… I guess… “
Belphe Gor shook his head, thinking of the strict Mammon.
When he had the slightest doubt, he had to lie to clear it up.
It was a test subject that was discovered by Belphegor, who was slow in speech and action but quick-witted, as a possessor.
Ikarut handed over her sachet to her saintess.
Lesilia took her leaf tobacco, putting it in the inside pocket of her cloak.
Lesilia’s nostrils twitch slightly at the smell of her rather strong cigarettes.
‘Does Daphnell know that the hero has returned?’
It seems that the Great Sage and the Elf King knew about the returning hero and helped him.
I don’t know about Daphnell.
In the game scenario, Daphnell appears briefly in the tutorial quest and then disappears.
Before going on an expedition as a full-fledged warrior, he had to help Daphnell to break the tutorial.
‘The town of Syllon belongs to the barony of House Ivelot. If the hero had met Daphnell and received help, he would have been able to completely hide the energy of the oracle.’
Daphnell Ivelot is acting out a simple life by helping the baron who governs the territory on the border of the empire.
In fact, she was in charge of the disposal plant that cleaned up the darkness of the imperial family.
‘He secretly wipes out forces that rebel against the imperial family, and he is also the ruler who monitors the streets of Charata.’
It was an easter egg that could be understood by clearing sub-quests centered on the streets of Charata.
He also traded goods that were hard to find on the streets where illegal activities were rampant.
It reminded me of the ancient holy relic dangling in the ear of the warrior I saw that day.
It was difficult to obtain without Daphnell’s help.
The relationship between Daphnell and the hero should have ended at the end of the tutorial.
Not only did they continue to maintain a relationship, but there were direct exchanges.
With Daphnell’s support, it was even more difficult to find a hero.
If you want to catch the boss, you have to deal with the hook next to it.
“I’ll have to start looking for information.”
“… The red light district I saw for the first time… Must be somewhere… On that information… I change places often… Haam… I’m sleepy… “
Halfway through, his eyelids drooped heavily and he yawned.
Belphegor takes off his hat and raises it over his face.
“Coul…”
I fell into a deep slumber.
Let me know the exact location, let alone sleep, I’m going to go to the middle of the day.
I was thinking of finding a short and bold warrior, but an unexpected line of movement was created.
“Can you guess where the information dealer is?”
Lesilia, who had been listening quietly to her, moved her contemplative eyes.
“I have met you before.”
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A brothel with only black nights and red lights.
The two solid colors made the street dark and gloomy.
Passing through a village house touting guests, we went deeper.
After leaving the narrow alley, I saw an open square.
“Ah, hot!”
“This bitch! What are you going to do if you get incontinent outside?”
“I’m sorry, Master! I’m sorry!”
Bad, bad!
The sound of the leather whip tearing through the flesh was distinctly audible.
A masked man grabbed a leather whip and mercilessly struck the woman on the bottom.
A red line was drawn on the cheeks that he was protecting, but his expression looked happy rather than hurt.
「Bitch No. 78」
A name tag slid around the woman’s neck.
Her familiar leash was tied. The leash that was attached to her was held in the man’s hand.
As the man tapped the floor with her rope, the woman rolled over and showed her stomach.
“I heard that this is a place where trainers and slaves can roam freely.”
“…There are all kinds of stars.”
As the training instructor stepped on her belly, the female slave gasped and expelled the remaining urine.
I thought that humans’ pervert sexual desire sometimes exceeded that of demons.
Lesilia’s eyes lingered on them for a long time, but she soon reached out.
“Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?”
“Sssss, hoouks, hoos… The master’s pussy is the best!”
“Ah♡ It’s like this stupid slave cock♡♡”
It’s not shameful, but outdoor hard SM training is in full swing everywhere you pass.
The male slave slapped and mercilessly stabbed the female trainer’s pussy against the wall.
The slave’s eyes were covered with an eyepatch, so he only fucked by feeling.
At the ruthless pillar of the cock, the training instructor raises one leg even more proudly.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.
Clap, Clap, Clap.
Obscene sounds were heard everywhere.
Lesilia’s steps across the plaza slowed slightly, but she shook her head and lengthened her stride.
After passing another alley, Lesilia stops her steps in front of a store.
Like an ordinary prostitute village, there was a transparent window on the front.
Naked women pose like mannequins and seduce strangers.
Outside on the street, a stern-looking pimp smokes a cigarette and glances at passers-by.
“… We do not accept female guests. Do you have a strange taste?”
The pimp, who was looking up and down at Lesilia, drops her nearly gone cigarette on the floor and crushes her. There were a few more trampled cigarette butts around her feet.
“The red moon has risen.”
Lesilia, her cloak fastened, looked up at the sky.
The pimp, who had followed her gaze, let her laugh and stood up.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been a guest. Follow me.”
According to information, it was a message to find Valten, the master.
The pimp threw open the red curtain that covered her entrance.
There were no prostitutes to meet them. The three of us walked side by side in an empty hallway.
“You disguised yourself in a different atmosphere than last time.”
“We must be wandering vagrants, so we can dig up information. How many visits?”
“This is my second visit.”
“Then it’s okay if you don’t listen to the warnings.”
“No, the real guest is a first-time visitor.”
“Hmm? Right.”
Seeing Ikarut standing at the far end, the pimp shakes his head.
“I’ll only say it once, so listen carefully. If you see the Master, the first thing is, don’t blink. If you’re unlucky, your eyeballs may poke. Second, lying is forbidden. He hates lies very much. Third and last, if it ever tests you, run away immediately.”
The pimp who arrived in front of the iron door gave a chilling warning.
When I was a game newbie, I heard the dialogue script I read on the streets of Charata.
Ikarut was silent because he was predicting what the intelligence minister would do.
There was no response, and he even looked relaxed.
“This guest seems confident. Come on in.”
The pimp twisted one corner of his mouth and opened the door.
Lesilia stepped inside her, her sweaty hands clasped together.
“Are you a guest?”
A man with a long sword was sitting on a stone statue.
Around it, women dressed in clothes that were about to flow down sat around and flirted.
“You are the first customer after moving to Changchon.”
The man sighed and crossed his legs.
A woman with a voluptuous figure rests her chin on her lap.
He pats her lady’s head with care and gives her cheeky glance.
“Are you the informant Valten?”
“Then?”
“That’s funny.”
Ikarut had no intention of going through an absurd test.
Annoying and annoying
“Fakes talk a lot.”
She threw an aura at the man pretending to be an informant.
