1-Second Invincible Player In The Ga 15
15. The Mine (2)
“Let’s see you try.”
As I spoke mockingly, Aria blinked.
“Excuse ?”
“I said try it, didn’t I? I’m curious to see what will happen.”
“No, but… I just told you. The Duke won’t leave you alone. You’ll be pushed back in the line of succession. Don’t you understand?”
“I wonder if you can even say that?”
Aria closed her mouth as if challenging to say more.
“Your family’s secret might leak out.”
Although the current ti is invisible to users, I was aware of Aria’s weakness.
Why was she engaging in dangerous trades with a scoundrel like Hershel, secretly buying up iron ore?
Hadn’t there been such a statent in Aria’s dialogue log before?
– Bought a lot with the money earned from hoarding before the announcent, what else.
“You’re not hiding it, are you? The Dungeon Tower.”
The Dungeon Tower, which is said to create a market area as soon as it’s discovered.
Looking at the tiline, it’s set to be announced to the public a year from now.
Dellergo’s narrative began in the bustling Dungeon Tower, like an amusent park that has just opened, so it’s certain.
Currently, they were hiding the existence of the Dungeon Tower found in the barren lands of their domain.
The mont it’s announced, adventurers will flock, and the demand for weapons and armor will skyrocket, causing iron ore prices to surge several tis over.
Orbella, with her keen sense of money, wouldn’t just sit idly by.
It was an opportunity to make a solid profit.
Stockpiling iron ore at its fair price before the announcent, and selling it at a high price after the announcent a year later, would surely yield an enormous profit.
“If I were to blabber, wouldn’t it complicate hoarding?”
If it were revealed that a noble lady like Aria from a major faction was secretly buying iron ore, would the leeches who caught the scent really stay quiet?
This was why Aria had chosen an easy-to-handle fool like Hershel and was secretly hoarding a large amount of iron ore.
I looked into Aria’s eyes and burned ‘the last embers of noble blood’ to their maximum.
“Go ahead, say it. It might be fun to die together.”
Aria was in a bind too.
If the secret leaked, her standing within the family would be greatly shaken.
“Or shall I speak on your behalf?”
“……”
Aria chewed on her lip.
* * *
Just as he said, the family was hoarding iron ore.
Quietly gathering it under the water, aiming for the ti when demand would surge, how much profit would be generated if sold at the right ti?
Especially if the demand was generated by the Dungeon Tower, its monetary value would be imasurable.
‘How did he know? Was there a clue in the words I uttered?’
It might just be a simple guess. He attached a plausible reason for the unnatural purchase of iron ore, and it just happened to fit.
But for that drunken fool to co up with such a conjecture, even if it’s a wild guess.
It was like the shock of discovering the village idiot who was mocked turned out to be a genius, and it was all an act.
That’s exactly how Aria felt.
“Your speculation is too far-fetched. How can you hide sothing as massive as a dungeon tower? Is that even plausible?”
She countered Hershel’s guess with realistic evidence, but his smirk didn’t fade.
“It’s possible in a wasteland. Surely there’s a deserted mountain range in the southwestern territory of Orvella?”
Aria’s gaze wavered.
Just as Hershel said, a dungeon tower had risen in the worthless mountain range, where no valuable resources were found, and which was often shrouded in thick fog, deterring visitors.
She had to admit that the man before her knew it all.
‘Was it not re speculation… The location is precise. Where did the information co from…?’
The question was for later. What mattered was that the opposition had taken the high ground.
Even if Hershel’s secret was exposed, he might lose his place in the succession line, but he would retain his noble status.
But Aria herself would lose everything. She had her own complex circumstances.
“Just so you know, I have no intention of gaining an upper hand in negotiations or extorting anything. What I really want is to end this deal.”
With a groan of resignation, Aria let out a sigh as if she had given up.
“It seems you’ve gathered all the money you needed. Fine. This deal is over now.”
Insisting on gold of small volu but high value clearly ant it was intended for stockpiling. It was a logical inference and response, but Hershel seed lost in thought upon hearing it.
After a while, Hershel spoke up.
“Aria. How long do you plan to stay here?”
“Well, I was thinking of leaving as soon as the deal is done…”
“It would be a sha to leave empty-handed, wouldn’t it? Wait until tomorrow morning. Let’s make another deal.”
Scrape. The sound of a chair being pushed back accompanied Hershel as he stood up.
“Wait a minute. You have to answer about the dungeon tower! Where are you going!?”
Aria called out to Hershel as he left the room, but he only left her with a brief remark.
“Off to treasure hunt.”
* * *
I imdiately went to find the person in charge.
The dormitory’s dining hall where the workers stayed. The person in charge was alone at the table, leisurely sipping his drink, perhaps because it was the peak of work hours.
As I approached, the person in charge greeted with a flushed face.
“Have you arrived, young master? Did the deal go smoothly?”
“Where is it?”
Thrown off by my blunt question, the person in charge looked bewildered, but I didn’t care.
“The place where I’ve hidden the slush fund. You must know.”
“Yes, yes? Oh, my goodness, young master. What are you talking about? I am content with my share!”
It was a simple question, but the person in charge kept bowing his head, flustered. He must have thought I was accusing him of coveting my slush fund.
But he’s not denying it. Maybe I should press the atmosphere a bit more?
I grimaced fiercely, letting the embers of my anger flare unchecked. I felt a bit sorry, but I grabbed the person in charge by the collar.
“Stop beating around the bush and tell . Do you think it makes sense that you, the person in charge here, wouldn’t know?”
“Oh no, not at all! I knew you were frequenting the abandoned mine at night, but I never harbored such thoughts!”
“Abandoned mine?”
“I’ve warned the miners not to go near it because of the risk of collapse! I swear it’s true!”
So Hershel had indeed hidden the slush fund in the abandoned mine here. It would have been impossible to bring the stashed money to the mansion…
But why would a wealthy young master who has plenty of money gather funds?
He seed to have taken care of won and alcohol with family money, but what was his purpose?
It was bound to be a malicious intent, but for now, it was sothing I couldn’t figure out.
I let go of the person in charge’s collar and brushed my face to shake off the stray thoughts.
Docunts can be discarded, but the more tangible evidence of slush funds is like a ti bomb that could go off at any mont.
Yes… A ti bomb that could blow up.
I can’t calm down.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Just in ti, there’s Aria, the bomb disposal expert. I have to find her quickly and use her efficiently for profitable endeavors.
As a truly upright citizen, I really don’t want to use sothing like slush funds, but I’m in a situation where I have no choice.
“…Did sothing good happen?”
Suddenly, Selly appeared with a disgusted look and asked . Ah, was I smiling without realizing it?
“It’s nothing. I think I need to look around the mine, but where are the guards?”
“Those two? They’re already drunk and staggering around.”
They… It hasn’t been long since they left their post, and already? My head started to throb.
“…What about the coachman?”
“He must be tired; he went straight to the lodging. But when I went to deliver so snacks earlier, he wasn’t there.”
This is not good. I don’t know what kind of danger might occur while exploring the abandoned mine, and the two guards are drunk and staggering.
And I can’t just take this little kid into such a gloomy place…
What should I do?
“Is the treasure hunt over?”
Then, from behind, I heard Aria’s voice. She must have been looking for , as her forehead was sweaty.
“Isn’t this more like a ga of tag than a treasure hunt…”
Dellerga muttered in annoyance. Suddenly, Aria grabbed my sleeve tightly.
“I don’t know if it’s a deal or what, but I’m not letting go until you tell !”
Huh?
Is that so?
* * *
Inside the tunnel, there was no proper lighting, but since everyone had lamps, there was no problem moving forward.
Amidst the silence broken only by the footsteps of the four of us, Aria grumbled.
“Why did we co in here? There was a ‘No Entry’ sign earlier…”
“You were the one who said you’d follow.”
“I said I would go if you just answered how you knew.”
That’s not possible. Of course, you wouldn’t believe it, but it would be troubleso if you saw everything and left. This is more about Dellerga than Aria.
“Sir, the lady’s stubbornness is no joke. It would be better for both of us if you just answer quickly.”
Dellorger yawned languidly as he spoke. His expression was not one of loyalty, but one for his own convenience.
I knew what kind of person he was, but facing him in reality rather than through text or graphics felt strangely surreal.
[Dellorger Radis]
●Blessing
◆The Patronage of Atape, King of Sloth◆
Ω If you finish quickly, you can rest more, right?
Stats grow at twice the speed.
Always spend at least 10 hours a day in a lethargic state.
●Traits
◇Crescent Moon Slash◇
◇Cat’s Footsteps◇
◇Killing Intent Detection◇
There are blessings that give rcy without a price, but there are also bizarre blessings from twisted beings like Atape.
Dellorger, whose personality was even affected, was a pri victim of such a blessing.
Not just the blessing, but his unique upbringing ant he started the scenario with a fully ford base character.
He was a character I personally didn’t prefer in the ga due to many behavioral restrictions, but at this mont, there was no better ally than him.
“Hmm…?”
It was when we passed a large cave and ca to a fork in the road. Among the piled materials, I saw a wooden box. Could it be? But it seed too conspicuous to be just lying there…
Approaching the box, I opened it to find sothing wrapped in paper. Peeling back the paper revealed several fist-sized spherical objects.
Aria, squatting behind , ca closer and said,
“Looks like blasting explosives. What are these for?”
Explosives?
Are these used for expanding the tunnels?
They weren’t the embezzled funds I was looking for, but suddenly I had an idea and asked,
“How do we set these off?”
Aria picked up a fuse from inside the box.
“Just connect it here and light it up, and it’ll explode, right?”
“…You didn’t bring here to suit your strange hobbies, did you, sir?”
…To be treated like a mad bomber, unbelievable.
It wasn’t the first ti Selly had been treated this way, so she brushed it off lightly and stood up.
Suddenly, turning to look at Delluger, I noticed he had turned his head to gaze back at the entrance we had co through.
The path we had taken was dark, revealing nothing, but Delluger’s dark eyes were quietly fixated on sothing.
He muttered softly, “A treasure hunt, they said.”
It seed sothing had triggered his sense of danger. Without another word, I hurried my steps, and Delluger followed, whispering into my ear, “Just so you don’t get your hopes up, don’t think of using . I don’t like troubleso matters.”
His voice was chilling, befitting soone from ‘Ashen’ origins, sending a shiver down my spine.
But it didn’t matter. Delluger’s re presence was pressure enough.
Besides, if push ca to shove, I could always use this slacker as my personal bodyguard sword.
I simply shrugged my shoulders in response.
We chose our path, encountered dead ends, returned to the crossroads, and took different turns several tis. Leading the way, Selly said, “Sir, this way is blocked.”
“Hmm?”
This ti, instead of a dead end, we found a tunnel blocked by planks.
It looked like a cave that had been blocked for a good reason.
Approaching the blocked cave, I peeked inside. The narrow cave was empty, but a blanket spread out on the floor looked suspicious to anyone’s eyes.
Hershel, you’ve hidden it in such a shabby place.
Now, what to do?
I couldn’t let the mistress find out about the slush fund, and there was no sign of the leech that must be sowhere around here, especially with Delluger on guard.
Well, I’ll have to take so risks. Fortunately, I have a trump card I can use right now.
I turned to my companions and said, “Let’s return to the lodging.”
“What? After dragging us all the way here-“
“I’ll give you a clean explanation about the source of the information tomorrow morning, so let’s head back now.”
Aria clicked her tongue in displeasure but turned away, knowing that throwing a tantrum would be futile.
“Delluger.”
I called out to Delluger, who was about to walk with , and whispered sothing into his ear.
“What are you, exactly?”
At that, the always languid Delluger’s eyes widened as large as lanterns. He opened his eyes, which were now as dark as the abyss, burying any trace of his usual lethargy.
“I hope this is no jest, young master.”
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Late evening. Back at the abandoned mine, work is underway.
Using a rope, I slowly tied the explosives. I attached the detonator, shaped like a giant nail, into the hollowed-out wall and inserted the explosives into the crevice.
‘Slowly. Carefully.’
As I muttered to myself like a hypnotic chant, Donatan asked,
“What have you been doing all this ti, Hershel?”
It seems I inadvertently spoke to him without thinking.
After the contract, I can now divide my words into those I wish to convey through practice and the soliloquies I want to rant alone…
But I’m still not used to it, so I occasionally make such blunders.
“Setting up a trap. Why? Will you help?”
“Don’t even think of sullying my honor with such nial tasks fit only for underlings.”
And yet he’s nosy.
Even though he has no way to help.
It wasn’t a particularly labor-intensive task, but in my haste to finish, sweat ford on my forehead.
After completion, I wonder how long I waited.
Thud─ Thud─
The sound of rather large footsteps, presumably of an adult male, could be heard.
When I directed the lamp forward, a familiar middle-aged man was slowly walking towards .
“So you’re finally alone.”
“What, I chose to be alone on purpose.”
“You don’t seem too surprised.”
The coachman chewed on a piece of jerky he pulled from his pocket. It looked quite natural. As if he was simply snacking during a break from nial work.
“I saw it when you took that thing earlier. Your hands are too clean for soone who handles reins.”
“Oh… It seems my disguise was a bit flawed. I’ll take note for next ti.”
He brought his hand under his chin and peeled off the skin of his face. Another face was revealed underneath. I wasn’t surprised, as I had expected it.
“I wonder if there will be a next ti?”
I gripped the lamp in my hand with force.
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