Chapter 92
The streets and buildings of Grooty No. 4 were very shabby. The walls with cracks everywhere and the walls covered with dead vines were bleak to look at. It had rained a few days ago, so it was fortunate that the streets were not so dirty Even so, it was already a confirmed fact that the boots would be thrown away.
Annette glanced at the grim men huddled in the shade of the alley walls. They were giggling at the prostitutes smoking cheap weed in the distance. Seeing the lustful light in her eyes her, Annette pushed the hood even deeper without realizing it. Body with her with a drab, hay-colored robe, but she was still afraid that she would be seen as a stranger.
Annette, who had adjusted her front apron more carefully for no reason, called in a small voice to Raileen, who was walking in front of her.
“Mister Rylin.”
“Yes, customer.”
“Did you have an escort hidden around here? Or any other companions following?”
“No, there is no such thing? I'm the type who gets uncomfortable when there are a lot of people.”
Annette touched her forehead at Raileen's natural reply her. What would he do if he got into a fight with a bunch of bad criminals? Even if there was no countermeasure, there was so much that I was dizzy. Information doesn't know about the notoriety of Grooty Number 4.
As Annette looked at him with narrowed eyes, Raileen smirked.
“You seem nervous because it's a strange place? At that time, sugar is the best. Now, have one.”
What Raileen handed over was a box of chocolates. Deltium did not produce raw materials for chocolate, so all chocolate had to be imported. This was the finest raw chocolate that melted in your mouth.
“Ah. Yes. Thank you.”
Annette reluctantly accepted it. A shiny gold button stood out on the sleeve of Lailin as she handed out a box of chocolates. At least Annette herself wore a hood, but Raileen was showing off her sparkling appearance and fancy clothes. Accidentally dropped in the mud.
Nevertheless, strangely, no one paid attention to Raileen. It was because he was wearing a spell that distracted people. In the eyes of others, Raileen was like a drop of wine on a colorful carpet. He tries to look closely, he feels like he can't concentrate because his eyes are dizzy because of the flashy patterns?
Annette, unaware of the fact that Raileen is one of the few wizards, thought it strange. Apparently he's the one in this district…… While thinking about whether the person in charge was a rude person or something.
'Perhaps there is a safety net prepared separately.'
Annette was on the side of trusting Lailin anyway.Of course, the person himself was puzzling, but he had no choice but to admit that he was perfect in handling his work.There was probably a reason why Lailin didn't come with an escape No way, unless he wants to die screaming like himself in a back alley like this.
Annette looked at the back of Reileen's head with crooked eyes. His long hair His was trimmed short, so the pure white neckline was especially noticeable. It was a man's, so it wasn't particularly thin, but it was a strangely bewitching line. Sensing her gaze her, Rylin turned to her narrow smile, her eyes her, and she urged.
“Come on, let's go quickly. Before the mouse I was looking for ran away.”
Gira Annette nodded his head.After all, he himself knew nothing about the common people's world.Then her only choice was to trust Rylin and go.And he had never let Annette down.
To her amazement her, Lylene crossed Grooty Number 4 with a step as light as ours.His movements he were as light as a breeze in May.Whoever saw it, they would think it was a person walking on a flower road, not an alley full of filth.
Thanks to this, Annette, who was walking on such a rough road for the first time, was about to die chasing after him. He didn't want to be the one who complained before important things. Ben March, he was in the mood to reunite with the Reaper first. She eventually gasped and called out to Raileen, who was far ahead.
“Go a little slower, Mr. Rileen. I think I will miss it.”
“Oops. It looks like you're having a hard time. Can I give you some help?”
Lylin, who turned her body around, asked innocently. Somehow, it seemed that his eyes were twinkling as if he was aiming for this. Of course, Annette wasn't going to fall for such a modification. She waved her hand softly, as if she didn't want to answer. Then she jumped ahead again, with Lylene grinning.
“Under.”
Seeing this, Annette frowned at him. He probably wanted to make fun of himself for coming to a strange place called a slum. Now Annette was slowly grasping that Lailin's “Sense of humor” Had a twist. Lailen's tall figure disappeared into the distance. It was hard anyway, so walking faster was unreasonable.
Although it seemed like Lailin was abandoning herself on the outside, this was definitely a request. So, if she was in danger, or if she strayed on her wrong path, she would be right there to find her. As always, she will pop out of nowhere. Just like a wizard.
Annette firmly believed in Lailin when it came to the request. There was no need for her to panic even when she was alone. Unwilling to play around with Rylin, she calmly unfolded her schematic. And she started to follow the road and find the casino . Then stop….
Snap-
She stepped on the filth. As she walked, concentrating on the map, she naturally got loose under her feet. Certainly, for an aristocrat who, like Annette, had lived her entire life surrounded by luxurious things, this environment was shocking. To a polished marble floor without a speck of dust, let alone filth.
Annette sighed and wiped the dirt off her finest leather boots onto the dirt floor. Fortunately, the boots paid for it, so dirt didn't leak all the way to the inside.
Still, the experience of stepping on filth for the first time in her life was somewhat shocking. How can people live in such a messy and narrow place? It would have been hard to believe if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. Annette made a promise as she kept rubbing the soles of her boots on the floor.
'I need to finish this job quickly and get out of here.'
No one paid attention to her now.It could be because of her shabby hoodie her, of course, but it must have been because she thought of her as some kind of 'fellow' with her face covered.There were so many wanted criminals, and many illegal things were done there, so people who looked like Annette were common. They probably thought Annette was an ordinary(?) Cheap drug trafficker.
Thanks to this, Annette moved forward stealthily, unhindered by anyone, holding her body her together. But she soon lost her way. The streets of Grooty 4th Street, which were randomly added whenever the number of residents increased, were as complicated's as a spigot web. Because of this, there are obvious directions and eyes that can see it, but I ended up getting lost.
'It's strange, it must be around here.'
Annette stood in her place and frowned in thought. Maybe it's because I'm alone in a place like this, and I'm nervous. He has to find a casino and capture Ben March there. No matter how inconscious you are, if you are alone in a place like this…….
“Hey, there you are!! Come and see.”
…… There was bound to be a quarrel. Annette raised her eyes from under her hood at a development she had seen so many times. Usually, this kind of fight was supposed to be waged by a bunch of thugs, but the reality was a little different from the novel. Unexpectedly, it was a naked beauty who called out to Annette, snapping her fingers her. With her cheap cigarette in her hand her, she was staring straight at Annette.
“Yes, you. Please come over here for a second.”
Annette froze with the schematic in her hand her. Of course, this wasn't the first time I'd seen a prostitute. Proper culture to deal with nobles. At first glance, her lavish outfit made her look like a wealthy, low-class aristocratic woman.
But the woman in front of her didn't seem very interested in her well-dressed appearance of her. With heavy make-up, red lips, and dirty blonde hair that was slightly tousled, she was sexy but vulgar. A dress that was so deep that her areolas were visible.
No, can that be called a dress in the first place? In Annette's eyes, the outfit looked more like a slip. A woman with such a tremendous appearance was calling her to come.
'What do we do?'
Annette was conflicted, unable to do this or that. It seemed to her that she would have been less embarrassed had the big thugs come out, as the novel had unfolded. With her.
“Ah, that is so slow!! Are you new? Aren't you going to do business?!”
The woman who had yelled at her came close to Annette's nose her, clattering with her thin heels her. Seeing her talking about business, she must have misunderstood something. The woman who came close to her Annette grabbed her shrunken wrist her and shook her head She smelled of her thick cologne and the smell of cheap cigarettes wafted from her.
“Show me something. What do you sell Do you have Yaba?”
Of course, Annette had no idea what yaba, a cheap drug, was. But the woman, mistaken Annette for a drug dealer, stretched out her hand at will. Contrary to her pretty face her, her rough hands her rummaged around Annette's waist her Her job her was her job her, so she could tell Annette's gender her just by touching her waist her.
“What. Are you a girl?”
The woman frowned her finely made-up eyebrows Seeing this, Annette's heart sank Did she ever discover her true identity of her?
