Chapter 69
I don’t think I can find it.
As always, Ursh, you have a great ability to organize and grasp information.
Minus saying I don’t know the geography of Wang Du or the location of the building, it’s refreshing to me what the hell I know in the current episode.
Aside from how you judged it, it’s good to find out where Ajito is, so let’s hear the answer.
“Uh… and where is the magician Ajito?
“Well, it’s simply ‘underground’. Hey, Isabella. Do you know what the Benogueden Empire is?
The Benogeiden Empire? There was no such country in the neighborhood.
It’s not in my knowledge at all, so I shake my head honestly and express my will if I don’t know.
“The Benogeiden Empire is a country that was supposedly here a thousand years ago. It’s a country where civil unrest or revolution is said to have happened and disappeared, but hey. There have been several revolutions since then that have not changed the country, and the war has hardly recorded it, but it is a country where the production of spells and magic props was flourishing. Maybe the necklace my brother-in-law Trevor is looking into is one of those supposedly created items in that country.”
With that said, you heard from tutors that the country had gone unstable until the founding of the Kingdom of Roserial eight hundred years ago.
Because the country is changing too often, and the young Duke’s Lady doesn’t have any particular knowledge required, I was sassy flushed at the time…
“Does the Benogeiden Empire have anything to do with the Ajit of this sorcerer’s organization?
“I don’t have any certainty, hey. Pretty minor story. How much? There’s an urban legend that says,” In the basement of the southern district of King’s Capital, there’s an enclosed cemetery of the royal family of the Benogueden Empire, where the recipe for the precious magic props the undead protects sleeps. ”
You’ve come up with stories like the Tokugawa Reserve Legend, hidden in songs.
It’s in this country, too, urban legend.
“Are you actually there? The royal cemetery of the Benogueden Empire is underground.”
“The previous chairman of the Snabble Chamber of Commerce spent his entire life searching, but he couldn’t find it, huh? My great-grandfather, the former chairman, was obsessed with the urban legend, so I knew the urban legend.”
I don’t know, it’s cool to feel something romantic about a guy, even though I didn’t find him in the end over my lifetime.
But does there really exist a cemetery that my great-grandfather couldn’t find?
Apparently the question was on your face, Ursh, and you go on to explain it.
“I don’t know if it’s the cemetery of the royal family of the Benogeiden Empire. I think it’s likely that Ajito is in the king’s city and underground. First of all, you don’t know how fast heroin left the house. I don’t think Geese has gotten that far in the meantime until he leaves the house. First of all, I don’t think he’s out of Wang Du. And yet I wonder if I should consider it an underground passage or something to say that I’m moving a dark spot to a position where I can’t even see who’s carrying me? Thought.”
Sure, the game footage was carrying me through a dark, long aisle, but the time is in the morning because Geese is about to leave the house at that stage.
Yet there was no light leaking through the window, and only the glow of the hair decoration floated.
Is it weird if you’re not underground to say it’s such a long straight passage, and there’s no windows?
“What’s more, it’s a building with no windows, even though it’s a place where colors collectors want to barrage and flashly unleash magic… it’s not in the king’s capital, huh?
Sure, if you want to unleash all that magic, you can’t do it without the size of the King’s National opera level, but you can’t help but notice such a big aside, and as a building like an abandoned factory, it’s unnatural to have no windows at all.
If you ask me, it’s just a convincing story. I knew it, Ursh, just like you said, it’s different in the basement!!
“Awesome!! As always, Mr. Ursh!! He’s a detective!!
Ursh, I’m impressed by your name reasoning, and I want to praise you as you shake your hands.
I’m flattered, but I really don’t have a vocabulary. Is that all you can say?
But to such a lacking compliment of vocabulary, Ursh, you stir your forehead in the light.
“I thought I was the royal cemetery of the Benogueden Empire because I was getting recipes or literature to create items for that necklace. Oh… I wonder if this undead noise. Where did this massive undead spring from when there seems to be little damage to the King’s people? Thought.”
Oh, urban legend says the undead keeps precious magic prop recipes, doesn’t it?
Maybe that necklace is a magic item created during the Benogueden Empire.
Caught my interest, I do my gaze at the necklace Brother Trevor is looking into.
Ursh, you attached to the necklace, and I didn’t really want to talk about it, but what kind of item is that?
Try to appraise it as cosoli.
“Anti-Soul Neck Decoration” * Crude
————-?! This…
Me, I have – whoa!!
And it’s not crude, it’s a lot of finished stuff!!
Forget I was appraising Kossoli, and look back on you with momentum.
Looking at the look on my face in a hurry, I perceived that I had appraised the necklace, Ursh, and you laughed bitterly and nodded.
Hey!! Oh, my God, Mr. Game Ursh!! What a complete thing you are completing!!
And don’t punch an Epic item into the prize of a cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!!
You can’t sell a mess with such an item to a student within the School of Magic!!
What a game, Mr. Ursh!! What are you really?!
I think I finally understand what it really means when I first showed you the “anti-soul necklace,” that you said never to tell anyone else what you possess.
I was simply wondering if the item effect was the only problem, but that wasn’t the problem to say so.
The background and, maybe, manufacturing methods of this item suck.
Probably worse than “Magic Eater’s Mask,” the manufacturing method sucks. I have such a hunch.
The guy who creates this’ anti-soul necklace ‘is also a dangerous person on a level that can be said to be an outer road.
Huh? Maybe if I met you at that moment that day and you hadn’t proposed, would you say that Ursh was on the road to creating that pig mask or this dangerous smelling necklace?
Whoa! Yabejee!! Critical Safe Hoo!!
Well done self! I have often regained my memories of my previous life!! Send praise!!
Wolsh, who was looking at me repeatedly in a gutsy pose all by herself, speaks in a small voice as she packs her distance from me and leans in.
“Isabella just said to me, ‘Don’t abandon me forever.'”
What is it all of a sudden, Mr. Ursh? I did say that.
Earlier, I told you when I found out again about how bad my memory sucked and how retarded I was when I forgot about the Colors Collector.
By contrast, Ursh, I was quite pleased that you only gave it back ‘naturally’. Heh.
Nodding with that reminder, Ursh, you laugh like trouble.
“Those words are also words I should say. To me, Isabella is a conscience. An important shackle (stopper) to keep me from going in the wrong direction. Isabella stayed beside me and said,” Wow!! ‘As long as you put a sparkling smile on my face, I can stay on the right path. Hey, Isabella, you haven’t been by my side forever. ”
“Of course.”
Rather, welcome!!
Is there a fool who lets go of his hand when he says so much? Just what I want.
If I’m Ursh your conscience, Ursh, I’ll sit beside you until the moment your life ends.
And then something… I’m starting to feel like I’m dying before you, Ursh.
I feel bad when I leave you, Ursh, so let’s live longer than you. Let’s do that.
I laughed relieved at my response, Ursh, and you go back to the conversation, stirring your forehead and looking illuminated.
“Eh… so. I wonder how close it is to a heroine’s house, considering how much it is… maybe travel time. And from the location of Viscount Hilson’s mansion.”
Hmm. It’s true that Marieta’s house was a collective home near your house, Ursh, in the commercial district of Wangdu East District, which I messed with. Haz.
“And yes, the cemetery of the royal family of the Benogueden Empire is, according to urban legend, a southern district. But my great-grandfather ran out of southern districts, so maybe not. So it’s just the east or north or the central district, which is probably different because there’s a royal palace. The Royal Palace has a sacred sphere-shaped shield, and the underground is within its shield, so the undead cannot exist”
“Well, east or north, right? Is that what Alice was saying earlier, the direction the Colors collector was headed, not the West End?
“I wonder if the West End is different because of the School of Magic and the Knights School. Even though it’s not as good as the Royal Palace over there, it’s got a shield on it, and it would stand out if a suspicious person had a urchin. Plus, I don’t even think we’re going in Ajito’s direction, obviously. Ah, isn’t that a catch?
Sure, when it comes to Alice, she seemed like she had such a prominent appearance as being able to take the undead, maybe with intent to deceive her.
“So, east or north? It’s wide enough to at least squeeze one of them.”
Uh-huh. and Ursh you and I think about it.
After a while, Ursh, you squirm in the potpourri.
“Maybe… north?
“North? Did you even think of anything?
When you ask, Ursh, you answer the question of your lack of confidence.
“I just don’t have anything in mind… I just said the trigger, and I thought it might apply to this as well. First of all, if there’s an urban legend that says,” There’s a cemetery in the basement of the South End, “people will show up looking around the South End like our great-grandfather, right? If there were people out there who wanted to hide the cemetery, I don’t think they’d leave the urban legend intact. So I was wondering if the urban legend” South District “might have caught on in the first place.”
“So I thought it might be the north, located exactly the opposite of the south?
“Yeah. Well, that’s a cheap idea.”
By the way, in the southeastern district of Wangdu, the steam locomotive tracks pass, and the southern district is a district with a thriving deal.
The north is also an agricultural and livestock district, with many food-processing plants such as cheese and bacon in the area.
“It’s something subtle to have a lost imperial cemetery in the basement of a farm or ranch that the undead defends. Are you all right? Crops”
“Uh-huh. Surely plants and animals aren’t going to grow properly… Oh, with that said, there was an area in the Northeast District where crops didn’t grow. Even if the factory was built, it went bankrupt and shut down, and the collective housing was ready. People were in and out of here, and they couldn’t stay.”
“Isn’t that… obviously suspicious?
“Yeah. Why didn’t you think of that right away… but people aren’t there and they’re in and out, but it’s not like nobody lives there, huh? There are a lot of people who are a little insecure and a lot of galas, and it’s busy there. We haven’t even slammed the country because it’s stable.”
Mm-hmm. Is it busy?
Well, the Benogueden Empire was there a thousand years ago.
Even in Japan in the past life, we used to be able to live on the battlefield.
“If it’s a busy neighborhood, it’s going to be hard to find at last. I don’t know where the entrance to the basement is. Especially if the entrance is hidden inside the building, I don’t feel like I can find it.”
When you hold your head like that, Ursh, you look strange.
“Huh? You don’t have to find the entrance, do you? In the meantime, all you have to do is find the wide underground hall that has become the final showdown with the Colors Collector. Isabella found Worm underground last time, didn’t she? We need to find the hall, not the aisle.”
Huh? Really? Then I’m starting to feel like it’s easy to find.