First put your hands behind your back, close them tightly in a cross shape, wrap five times around the wrists, then cross from the middle of the wrists, wrap three times to tighten, and tie two dead knots. Then tie the ankles and knees, loop the rope around the middle, tighten it and tie it again.
That should be the case...
While Katarina was busy, she silently recited the method Ed taught her again.
"That should be enough, right?"
"You'd better confirm it with your own hands." Ed suggested, "Sir." After that, he added the honorific at the end.
Catalina tugged on the binding rope, which felt quite firm. Even with her current explosive power, it would probably take a little effort to break it.
"knew."
It had never occurred to her that tying someone up correctly with a rope was also a technical job. Luckily she learned quickly enough and tied up Shishio before he woke up.
In chivalry novels, the hero only needs to knock the weighted ball on the hilt of his shield or sword against his forehead or back of the head, and the enemy will often be knocked unconscious for a few hours, and the binding only requires a few turns of rope.
But reality is another story. If she hadn't happened to meet Ed, she might not even have been able to find the door to come in, let alone accomplish so many thrilling feats by herself.
Fortunately, I have you, my most loyal companion Edgar Waikolo. Even in knight novels, you are more useful than 95% of the squires... no, at least 99%. Katarina said thankfully.
"Thank you, Ed, you are such a great partner. What's next?" she praised sincerely.
"Wait a moment, I found a good target, but I still need a suitable time."
…
Two minutes later.
boom. Catalina hurriedly pushed open the door to the lounge room, her toes resting messily on the marble floor, looking left and right as she walked forward.
"Can anyone help me?" Her voice was very small and was quickly lost in the noisy background of the party.
"What happened, ma'am?"
Only a female waiter who happened to be passing by noticed Catalina's panic, stopped and walked towards Catalina. She wore the same black and white waiter's outfit as the other waiters, except that her bow tie was embellished with lace.
"I...when my male companion and I were relaxing in the lounge...something unexpected happened."
Catalina held the hem of her skirt with both hands and hesitated according to what Ed had prepared.
"I understand, please be patient. I will go to the scene to deal with it." The waitress answered calmly and appropriately, as if similar incidents had happened hundreds of times.
"Well, that's up to you."
Katarina responded as quietly as a mosquito, lowered her head and followed the waitress logically until she stepped through the door.
"Sir, are you okay?"
As soon as she entered the door, the waitress saw a messy shirt on the sofa, and Shi Tail was tied up on the sofa with his back against her. Naturally, Shishio didn't respond, after all, he hadn't woken up yet.
"What exactly is going on?" The waitress looked back at Catalina.
"I don't know, he asked me to do this..." Catalina replied as she closed the door helplessly. This action was so natural that it did not even arouse any alertness from the waitress.
"Maybe I squeezed him too tight, or..." she added.
"It doesn't matter, leave it to me."
The waitress walked up to Shiwei, put the back of her hand over her and took a breath test:
"You're still breathing, let's untie his collar first--"
Before she could finish speaking, her throat had been tightly sealed by Catalina from behind. Since the opponent was not alert, Catalina easily locked her vitals, tightening her grasping arms to gradually suffocate her.
The other party's struggle was obviously much more powerful and tenacious than Liontail's, like a big catfish that had just emerged from the water, trying to knock Catalina away and jump back into the water-like air that she relied on for survival.
But Catalina's power was still superior to hers. Her tight arms were like a pair of solid iron pliers, tightly tightening her throat, leaving no room for any extra space. After several struggles, the waitress finally lost consciousness and collapsed on the sofa like mud.
"Will she die?"
Katarina suddenly took a half step back and looked down at her hands.
She has never strangled someone with blood for such a long time. Suppression for such a long time may be fatal. Even if the extraordinary person's physique can last longer, the harm caused by cerebral ischemia will still be fatal to him.
Almost at the same time, Ed’s one-eyed spider emerged from under the sofa:
"Don't worry, not yet. Tie her up first and check if there are keys on her waist. I need to scan her whole body during this time."
I saw the one-eyed spider crawling around the waitress at a slow and even speed, like a satellite orbiting the celestial body.
Katarina knelt down and groped around, and sure enough she found a bunch of keys with a label on them. While she tied up the waitress in the same way, she said to Ed:
"I found it, a whole bunch of keys. It includes the keys to the staff dormitories and kitchen, as well as our lounge."
"Great. You put on her mask first, then lock the door of the lounge with the key when you go out, and then go straight to the kitchen. We have done everything we can, I hope the gas stove in the kitchen doesn't get too hot Too soon, give Burke Orton two more minutes to live.”
"Go straight to the kitchen?"
Katarina wondered if she heard it wrong. There were many waiters coming and going in the kitchen and banquet hall. Was it too arrogant for her to walk through the front in such a swaggering manner?
Not to mention just changing a mask, even if she completely changed into the waitress's clothes, her height, body shape, hair color, and eye color would still be easily identifiable.
"Yes, it's the kitchen."
The one-eyed spider is still crawling at a steady speed, and the transmitted voice seems to be confident:
"Remember the trick I played at your birthday party?"
