and Celica were having lunch and then resuming our intelligence gathering in Wangdu.
The next one we headed for was a slum-like place near the outer wall of the Wang capital.
You've never been in such a dirty place before, scared Celica leaned on perfectly and had the power in her hands to connect. A little sweaty.
On the contrary, my footsteps were light.
Because there is no God, because I knew that I would not be restricted in my power.
It feels like the octopus over my eyes has been removed.
Very, very impressive.
I ca in front of a slam street along the outer wall, a stone house.
A two-story building reminiscent of a robust hut.
I knock on the thick wooden door.
Then a small window opened and a man peered. Not just a sharp eye.
"... What's your mbership card?
"No."
"Then welco ho."
"Can't this do it?
I put out a silver [proof of bravery], like a big dal from the japanese pocket.
A man breathes across the door.
"Ugh... brave man..."
"Don't worry. Guests."
"Oh......"
There was a chattering noise and the door opened.
- Well, I could have broken in because I have proof of bravery.
I stopped because I was going to buy disgust in building future relationships.
Next to the open door stood a scratchy skinhead man on his cheek.
"... go ahead"
"Sorry to interrupt"
and Celica went inside the building.
Dim indoors. About the size of a studio and only a counter. There's a door in the back.
Rather, it slled sour. The sll of a human not taking a bath.
"Comrcial boom. Right."
The skinhead man looked troubled.
"You don't know how to answer that."
"So is that. Is the slave in the back?
"Yeah...... co here"
Man - the slave trader guided to the back.
When you open the door, the sour sll becos stronger.
Chamber without windows. The size of the classroom.
There was little light, and the man lit the lamp when he entered.
The figure of a man, woman, or child rises along the wall.
They were all dressed in thin dirty clothes and chained together.
There were more than ten of them.
I look back and say.
"Celica, if you don't feel well..."
"... it's okay. I'll be by your side."
He was biting his lips with a faded face. But I'm picking around the back of Japanese clothes with my fingertips. He's afraid to be alone.
"Don't worry about that."
Says the slave trader.
"Here are the slaves you can buy now"
"Phew..."
I looked at the status of each and every one of them in The Eye of Truth.
Magic that discerns abilities, skills, etc.
But I didn't have the slave I wanted. [Light] A slave of attributes.
I discovered it was out of place in a different way.
He was a slave to a beautiful boy with long limbs, but he was actually a demon.
He's a demon who says [Poison Shape], who cos close to being a person and eats where they're alard.
What to do. We can use this.
Celica suddenly raised her voice.
"Ah."
Greater ability to grab Japanese clothes.
"What's up?
"No...... Nothing."
Celica shook her head with a hard look. Blonde glows slightly in a dim room.
I followed the gaze that Celica saw as a flicker.
There was a fat aunt there who seed nice to people. Am I nostalgic or am I being held by a slave girl?
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[Status]
First Na: Clarissa
Gender: Female
Age: 41
Race: Human
Occupation: Slave (Chef of the Court)
Class: Chef LV49
Attributes: [Sat]
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the court. I see.
Do you know Celica?
Thinking about it, a slave trader has shown one man to distract him.
"If they're going to take us to battle, what about this guy or sothing?
The skinhead gave a lamp to the man connected to the wall. A bearded, cloudy-eyed man is illuminated.
"It seems weak."
"Forrly a gladiator. The handling of weapons is brilliant."
I saw a man standing still. He was highly capable but [addicted to alcohol].
"You can't. Alcohol poisoning symptoms appeared. Don't work properly."
"... That's brave man. The eyes you see are certain."
"Is there no bla?
"The culprits are in high demand, so they ship as soon as they arrive. For rituals, sacrifices, offerings."
"I see... the young man who fought in that final - it was Leo, what happened to him?
"That man is still under deliberation, whether he is to bla or not. It's hard to judge."
"Well...... then would you mind if I had so information on the other culprits? Ever since."
I said as I glimpsed the testimony of the brave.
The slaver answers as he strokes his skinhead.
"We were both in business..."
"The business of joining the Demon King?
"There is no annihilation. They let us do business clean and right."
"I'm not willing to get in the way of business. After you sell the bla, you just have to give that information. You're not supposed to lose it."
"You can't because you lose your credibility."
I said with my hands on the machete.
"Then you, die"
"Yes? What do they say, brave man?"
"I want information about the culprit. If you don't give it, I'll hang up."
"Where you killed ..."
"There are so many replacents for you. Wouldn't you? So you can just keep cutting the slave traders until they show up and tell you where the bla was taken."
Slave traders look at with cold eyes.
"... brave man, are you insane? I don't care how many brave n kill innocent people, I'm just sorry, am I?
"May I kill the hand of the demon king who is bringing demons into the king's capital?
"Huh...?
"Beautiful boy there. You look human, but you're a vampire, aren't you? Here."
I approached him with a hippopotamus I lowered to my waist and watered the boy.
"Ghaaaa!
When I wondered if the boy had suffered, his eyes turned red and his canine teeth stretched.
Noisy slaves.
"Hiya." "Help!" "Don't want to die. No!
There is a rush on the face of the slave trader.
"Oh, that's silly! Wow, I..."
"Weren't you going to sell vampires as slaves and kill the people in the house you bought? As a brave man with a ruling on demon kings, I will judge you. Death penalty."
Quickly unplug the machete and stick it against the neck of the slave trader.
"Wah...! No! I don't know anything!!
"You can't get away with this more than you have proof."
"No! - Ah."
Jalan pulled a thousand chains and a fang-born boy attacked him.
"Kishaaaa!"
I shake the knife I was poking at unconstitutionally. Let it glow blue with the Water Blade Grant.
Zang!
"Higaa!"
The boy was torso torn into two pieces and shattered as it was. Ashes and scattered around. Aunt Clarissa wore it properly.
I keep my eyes open from the slave trader and stick my machete down my throat again.
"Co on, what do we do? We got a bunch of witnesses, huh? You say?"
"I say. I'll tell you! So help . I really didn't know that vampire."
"It's not a question of knowing. All that matters is the fact that you brought demons into the king's capital. If it's worth it, I'll help you."
Guh, and the slave trader took a breath, but exhaled a long sigh.
"Okay. Let tell you sothing. But we still don't have any information on the living culprits. Because I rarely show up."
I smile.
"Right. Then contact as soon as the information cos in. You know Kimlik's father's shop?
"Yeah, I know"
"Let know there.... I think you've already noticed, but lies don't work for , do they?
"Yes...... ok"
When I put my knife away, I offered my hand.
Slave traders are bewildered.
"Huh?"
"Shake hands. Let's get along."
"Yes, sir"
The slave trader has reached out in horror and shook hands with .
"Oh, and. Humans who were bitten by vampires will be vampires after a while, won't they? Don't sell the slaves here for a while. I'll ask again soon, and then I'll dispose of the demon."
"Yes, I understand"
"Bye."
I took Celica outside.
The day was leaning a lot outside.
The western sky is turning red.
Let's go back to the inn.
"Yes."
Celica's face was dark.
Ask as you walk through the city.
"What's up?
"No... nothing"
"You're an easy one to understand. I guess you knew him, didn't you?
Celica opens her blue eyes.
"Duh, how could you do that!?
"I get it. Well, don't worry. I'll buy you out."
Celica shook her head.
"No. You can't buy soone who might have beco a vampire..."
"Oh, because that's a lie"
"Huh!?
"It must be a demon, but a demon that just turns into a person and sprinkles poison. And when the symptoms co up, I buy it cheaply because I dispose of it."
"Give that idea - no, but wait. Then even the slave traders will develop symptoms and discover them."
"I've been thinking about it."
So at the end of the day, when I shook hands with the slave trader, I added [poison void] to the [status].
Status rewriting is God's prerogative.
I laughed when I showed my white teeth.
"Don't worry, it'll work. Co on, let's go ho and have so gna dinner with your father."
Celica kept her mouth open, but her eyes narrowed and she laughed.
"... Kaika, you are truly wonderful. It makes any impossible possible."
"Sort of."
"Thank you, Kaika!
Celica has worked together to tangle her arms. My arms are sandwiched in the valley of my big chest.
My chest wobbled every ti I walked, so I kept feeling superb soft.
Return to the inn.
As soon as I entered the tavern on the ground floor, Lapisia, dressed in a white piece, waved her thin hands and feet and ran. The blue twin tail creeps back.
"Welco back, Kaika! Rice!"
She looks like a ten year old girl, but her ntal age is a little lower. I still can't get a word out of it. But it was the Mother Earth God.
I said as I stroked Lapisia's head.
"I'm ho. Do you?"
"Yeah, let's do that. I walked a lot."
Said Celica as she held down her big breasts.
Lapisia fills her face with laughter that remains of her youthfulness.
"I made Lapisia today!
"Are you okay...?
Unexpectedly looking in the kitchen, a ca out as she pimped her cat ears, a 13-year-old beast girl. As skinny as Lapisia is, she has a nascent swollen chest.
"'Cause I helped...... Tabu"
"Oh well. Don't worry about that. Migna's rice is delicious."
a nodded silently, but was happy or black supple tail stood pearly.
And I sat at a table for four. and Celica sit side by side, Rapisia face to face.
Imdiately gna brings the food.
Baked at dumplings, mushroom soup and vegetables. The bread was toasted.
The fragrant sll of at and bread stimulates the stomach.
Lapisia said, staring with her so-so golden eyes.
"Eat up! Eat!"
Stab the at dough with a fork as they say and carry it to your mouth.
Sweet gravy floods your mouth as soon as you chew.
"Mmm! What is this at dumpling? Totally brushed, fluffy contents!
"Yummy? Yummy?
"It's good, this! New nu!?
"Rapissia's a ghoul."
Lapisia stuck out her thin arm and squeezed her little palm.
- I see. I crushed it with a 30,000 grip, so this is what happened?
"Oh, my God, Lapisia."
"Yeah!"
I made my eyes sparkle to create a full grin.
Carry the fork to your mouth as Celica pays her blonde hair back with an elegant trick.
Moving his mouth a few tis, he opens his blue eyes.
"It's really delicious. It's the first texture I eat."
"Praise !
"It's great. Lapisia."
"Wow."
Lapisia was delighted to raise her hands.
Celica is also caught in the way she smiles so much.
The al continued afterwards.
A lively, laughing table.
Fun doubles the goodness.
But I think I was born in Japan.
Although it is a delicious western dish, it is ti to eat Japanese food.
Glowing white rice with white grains. Shiitake miso soup. Salty red salmon. And then so nori or natto.
Well, I guess I can't.
Celica tilted her neck when she exhaled a small sigh.
"What's up, Kaika?
"No, it's nothing. I just rembered my hotown dishes a little bit."
"Really?"
When she nodded like nothing, she spoke to Lapisia.
"What happened to Lapisia today?
"I played with Migna today! Even the ball!
"Well, the ball you threw at the ball ga flew to the city's outer walls. That's Lapisia."
Celica had been talking to Lapisia for a while.
I can see you cared for .
You left alone.
This kind of care seed to heal my heart.
We continued our delicious al, thanking Celica for her presence.
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