Perhaps my speech was too direct, so the person in front of me was stunned for a moment and then immediately narrowed his eyes. He had a tendency to take action if he disagreed with me.
"What exactly do you want to ask?"
"Because I met something I cared about before—"
I briefly told the reasons why I met Emil, and then just vaguely mentioned my doubts in the middle. In the end, I didn’t mention any information about the black market.
Finally, the man looked at me hesitantly for a long time and said, "Is there something wrong with your head?"
"...It's all nothing. I'm just asking about the recent situation."
The man curled his lips, then took a sip of wine and said, "Don't most people run as far as they can when encountering something like this? How can you be so insistent on asking a question, and look like you are ready to go out and solve the problem yourself? Really? If something happens, it will be the city guards who will take care of it, so why are you still looking for trouble for yourself? Damn it, this is the 'Father's' wine!"
"No, as a good citizen, I am willing to report violations of laws and disciplines at any time. If this happens, I might be able to speed up the process of solving the case by providing clues. After that, I will receive a reward as a whistleblower or something... ··”
The man straightened up and glanced at me, and said strangely: "Your thinking is different from others. This kind of money is usually earned only if you have a life. People who can do this are not simple characters. What if you Once this identity is revealed, won't it be over if people come to your door?"
To be honest, if they really come to you, I can fight back. Besides, if I can't beat him, Kyle Rath can't just stand there holding popcorn and watch, right?
"Anyway, I'm just asking. It's paid." I took out two silver coins from my pocket and tossed them up gently.
The silver coins made a light buzz in the air. The man took a look and murmured: "Don't be an idiot for giving me free money."
Then he grabbed the silver coin in mid-air, coughed and said, "This is what you want to say. If it is useless, the intelligence fee cannot be recovered."
"If I had a newspaper I would never do this."
At least it gives me another reasonable reason for my behavior.
"There is indeed a murder case." He threw the silver coins into his pocket, "But whether there are traces of magic is not something ordinary people should know. After all, those things need to be inspected by specialized people. It doesn’t have to be that there is a specific magic power left.”
"That means you don't know."
I think you must know, otherwise you wouldn't be able to talk about this kind of thing so specifically.
"No, no, no, I happen to be a little familiar with the people in the identification department." He took another sip of wine, "There were about ten cases that were classified as murders last month, and basically all the criminals were caught. , it’s basically all a vendetta and the like, and then there are a few scapegoats for big businessmen, in short it’s very chaotic.”
"You seem to know it very well?"
This seems to have involved some--unspeakable areas.
The man coughed lightly and said, "Ah, that, that, because they are mercenaries after all, and the mercenary union is not that clean."
Maybe you are the main culprit in some major events? But I am not a messenger of justice, so there is no need to do such a thing.
What's more, with my current identity and position, I am not qualified to look at others from the moral high ground.
"So? I'm talking about murders caused by traces of magic."
"Yes." The man smiled mysteriously, "But the participants in that matter were all silenced because - it involved a cult sacrifice, do you understand? This is the only magic thing this month. Traces of Murder.”
——If you contact me with your heart, you might be able to figure out something great, but I know that this strange feeling in my heart is just based on my subjective intention.
"The participants -"
"All died, and died miserably."
It's almost useless information, but it's better than nothing. Originally, this happened because I suddenly had an impulse and put this idea into practice. Now that the three minutes of passion have passed, it's gone.
"Thank you then."
"If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have found anything useful."
...Why did you suddenly start bragging?
I originally thought he would be a cold-hearted uncle, but he turned into a talkative one after drinking some alcohol.
I listened calmly to him bragging about his deeds for ten minutes, during which I didn't say a word.
Probably have to stop?
After all, no one replied at all, so normal people should ask for trouble at this time, give others a little talk or end the conversation...
Then he took a sip of wine and started talking again.
...I bet you were just thirsty just now? !
No, it would definitely be more reliable for this guy to be a bard or a Ping Opera actor than to be a mercenary!
"Hello……"
"Let me tell you, when I saw that ghost thing, I immediately rushed towards it!"
"Hey hey..."
"Then he raised the knife and slashed it with the flame knife! Immediately there was a burnt smell! And the fire also lit up the night! Hey, you know! Only then did I see who I had chopped to death. What kind of monster..."
"Hello!!"
In the end, I couldn't help but give up my reserve as a store owner and shouted out quite vigorously.
"Oh! What's wrong? Are you shocked by my deeds? I can't help it, this is a common thing!" Then the uncle burst out laughing.
...I just want to plug your mouth with something now. This is no longer an ordinary noise, but mental pollution!
"I'm sorry to bother you...but it's almost evening, so I just wanted to ask what I plan to eat."
"White bread will do, I'm a spiritual practitioner!"
As a result, he waved his hand and said this.
It was originally to promote my menu, but I got an unexpected answer.
Does this kind of thing exist in this world?
Ascetic or something.
"But you're not bald either?" I looked at him a little confused.
"Where are you thinking?" He covered his head and sighed, "There is no need to be bald in practice these days. I am not an ascetic."
"When you think about cultivation, don't you just go back to those things?"
Dervish is said to be a term discovered by scholars from the ruins of the so-called Dark Ages of mankind. It was later considered to be a hidden human occupation and was paid attention to for a period of time. Unfortunately, nothing appeared at all.
So in the end, the information about professional stunts that was discovered was considered to be gymnastics used by ordinary people to strengthen their bodies and was declassified to the public.
One of the key points is to shave your head.
