Chapter 97: The Putrid Smell (1)
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Chapter 97: The Putrid Smell (1)
[The apostles of the demon god, blessed with divine power and grace. The nest has many annoying obstacles, so lets try to lure the opponent outside to deal with them. Confuse the player and afflict them with status abnormalities. Magical attacks. Since theres a blessing that blocked Seiras mental attacks, it should be able to block the source of fear, too. To lure the opponent outside, a high level of fame is required]
Weve arrived.
After enduring a not-so-pleasant ride for two hours, the carriage reached its destination. Shiron closed the book he was reading and stepped out of the carriage.
I apologize for not being able to give more under the circumstances.
Shiron handed two gold coins to the driver with a smile. The expression on the face of the driver, now holding the gold, looked uneasy even to Shiron.
Thank you for your patronage.
The driver muttered a routine greeting and bowed his head. Shiron watched the carriage drive away, then turned to look at the entrance of their destination.
Shiron had arrived at Nightreil Street. It was the street where Seira had once donned a ridiculous slave cosplay. However, he wasnt in the western area crowded with auction houses and gambling dens. He was in the eastern part, the entrance to the red-light district, where it felt like spring all year round.
Shiron felt a bit hungry and looked at Seira.
Lets grab something to eat. Know any good places?
Um, I dont come around here much.
Even though she sounded unsure, Seira fluttered ahead in her black nuns attire.
Unlike other areas with hotels and entertainment facilities, the red-light district had no stores open during the day. At best, there were 24-hour stew shops where ladies who had finished their nights work came to get a late dinner.
Sure enough, Seira entered a shop wafting with a thick aroma.
Welcome
The clerk was about to greet the customers as soon as the door opened but froze upon seeing them.
It seemed clerics werent particularly welcome on this street. From the moment they got off the carriage, peculiar stares had been following Shiron and Seira. But Shiron didnt respond with violence to their attention. He just nonchalantly took a seat in a secluded spot.
Soon, a thick stew and bread were served in a metal bowl.
Heres a tip.
Its fine.
Shiron handed a gold coin to the clerk, but the clerk just stared blankly at him before abruptly turning away. Faced with the blatant disregard, Shiron didnt scowl but quietly muttered.
Should I call the owner to teach them about customer service? Their attitude is terrible.
It cant be helped.
Seira drew a circle in the air with her finger, making sure their conversation couldnt be overheard.
Trouble in this street usually comes from rowdy drunks and Lucernes inquisitors. Its unavoidable for human clerks to act like that.
Youre well-informed.
Of course. Although its a different area, I spent several years in Nightreil. I probably lived here longer than most humans.
Seira rubbed her hands together and began eating the stew. It almost tasted like the food from her homeland, filling her mouth. The large chunks of meat, simmered for a long time, fell apart without even needing to be chewed.
What about demons?
Shiron absentmindedly scooped up the soup while taking out a necklace. The backside was engraved with the young face of Siriel.
[Hugos Compass]
Originally, this unique-grade holy relic could only be obtained after Hugos death. The necklace Hugo gave before leaving the mansion five years ago pointed in the direction where magical energy flowed.
However, upon entering this part of the red-light district, the necklace began to wildly oscillate. Though the concentration was too low to feel on the skin, it proved the whole area was saturated with magical energy.
Is there any demon boss around here?
Im not sure.
Seira dipped a piece of dry bread into the bowl.
Shiron looked dumbfounded. Before he could even start his investigation, he hit a major obstacle.
What kind of world is this? Killing people is fine, but minors cant enter entertainment establishments?
Including his previous life and time since reincarnation, Shiron was well over thirty, but his current physical age was only 17. According to imperial law, he was still a minor.
But giving up was not an option. Too much time had already passed, and he couldnt wait another two years. There were things he had to do before the original storys timeline began. Shiron crossed his arms and spoke confidently.
Isnt Nightreil outside the jurisdiction of the empire? The imperial law shouldnt apply here.
A few years ago, Nightreils ordinances changed. About three years ago, I think Yes. Since then, even security officers from the empire sometimes patrol here.
Three years ago was when Shiron had left the empire.
Little one, hand it over.
Just then, he felt a nudge at his back. Shiron quickly took the handed item and showed it to the bulky man.
Is this enough?
The man glanced at the card Shiron presented, then grinned and stepped aside.
Please, come in, sir.
Well, excuse me.
Shiron coughed slightly and stepped in. The fake ID Seira had quickly made seemed perfect to him.
However,
Seira, who had created the ID, did not enter the shop.
Guest? Do you have any business? The night air is getting chilly. Please come in.
Hey there.
Seira narrowed her eyes and looked up at the tall figure. In the night street, his face, shining with light, seemed full of discontent.
Dont you check IDs here?
Excuse me? I didnt catch that.
Why did you only check his ID?
The nun asked accusingly, and the tall man pressed his brow in discomfort. There were occasionally such customers. Those who got annoyed, asking if they looked so old without an ID check
However, he was a conscientious person who knew the manual well, even while working in an entertainment establishment. The tall man made a face without a smile and spoke politely.
Sister, we have a rule not to ask the age of long-lived races. If you insist, may I check your ID?
Never mind!
Seira kicked the entrance open and strode in.
A dimly lit room bathed in red light.
Oh dear.
A woman with elaborately painted nails spoke softly. Her black hair fell below her waist, and her red eyes sparkled even in the darkness. However, illuminated by the light, her face seemed more compassionate than bewitching.
Again
Crack-
Her ornately decorated nails were bitten, crushed, and torn against her pearly teeth. The woman trembled with rising anxiety, instinctively realizing that she was in imminent danger.
Lord, I pray to safely overcome danger today and to see the sun tomorrow, to reach peaceful rest.
Camilla prayed to the god she followed, hoping the approaching scent would fade away.
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Chapter 97: The Putrid Smell (1)
[The apostles of the demon god, blessed with divine power and grace. The nest has many annoying obstacles, so lets try to lure the opponent outside to deal with them. Confuse the player and afflict them with status abnormalities. Magical attacks. Since theres a blessing that blocked Seiras mental attacks, it should be able to block the source of fear, too. To lure the opponent outside, a high level of fame is required]
Weve arrived.
After enduring a not-so-pleasant ride for two hours, the carriage reached its destination. Shiron closed the book he was reading and stepped out of the carriage.
I apologize for not being able to give more under the circumstances.
Shiron handed two gold coins to the driver with a smile. The expression on the face of the driver, now holding the gold, looked uneasy even to Shiron.
Thank you for your patronage.
The driver muttered a routine greeting and bowed his head. Shiron watched the carriage drive away, then turned to look at the entrance of their destination.
Shiron had arrived at Nightreil Street. It was the street where Seira had once donned a ridiculous slave cosplay. However, he wasnt in the western area crowded with auction houses and gambling dens. He was in the eastern part, the entrance to the red-light district, where it felt like spring all year round.
Shiron felt a bit hungry and looked at Seira.
Lets grab something to eat. Know any good places?
Um, I dont come around here much.
Even though she sounded unsure, Seira fluttered ahead in her black nuns attire.
Unlike other areas with hotels and entertainment facilities, the red-light district had no stores open during the day. At best, there were 24-hour stew shops where ladies who had finished their nights work came to get a late dinner.
Sure enough, Seira entered a shop wafting with a thick aroma.
Welcome
The clerk was about to greet the customers as soon as the door opened but froze upon seeing them.
It seemed clerics werent particularly welcome on this street. From the moment they got off the carriage, peculiar stares had been following Shiron and Seira. But Shiron didnt respond with violence to their attention. He just nonchalantly took a seat in a secluded spot.
Soon, a thick stew and bread were served in a metal bowl.
Heres a tip.
Its fine.
Shiron handed a gold coin to the clerk, but the clerk just stared blankly at him before abruptly turning away. Faced with the blatant disregard, Shiron didnt scowl but quietly muttered.
Should I call the owner to teach them about customer service? Their attitude is terrible.
It cant be helped.
Seira drew a circle in the air with her finger, making sure their conversation couldnt be overheard.
Trouble in this street usually comes from rowdy drunks and Lucernes inquisitors. Its unavoidable for human clerks to act like that.
Youre well-informed.
Of course. Although its a different area, I spent several years in Nightreil. I probably lived here longer than most humans.
Seira rubbed her hands together and began eating the stew. It almost tasted like the food from her homeland, filling her mouth. The large chunks of meat, simmered for a long time, fell apart without even needing to be chewed.
What about demons?
Shiron absentmindedly scooped up the soup while taking out a necklace. The backside was engraved with the young face of Siriel.
[Hugos Compass]
Originally, this unique-grade holy relic could only be obtained after Hugos death. The necklace Hugo gave before leaving the mansion five years ago pointed in the direction where magical energy flowed.
However, upon entering this part of the red-light district, the necklace began to wildly oscillate. Though the concentration was too low to feel on the skin, it proved the whole area was saturated with magical energy.
Is there any demon boss around here?
Im not sure.
Seira dipped a piece of dry bread into the bowl.
Shiron looked dumbfounded. Before he could even start his investigation, he hit a major obstacle.
What kind of world is this? Killing people is fine, but minors cant enter entertainment establishments?
Including his previous life and time since reincarnation, Shiron was well over thirty, but his current physical age was only 17. According to imperial law, he was still a minor.
But giving up was not an option. Too much time had already passed, and he couldnt wait another two years. There were things he had to do before the original storys timeline began. Shiron crossed his arms and spoke confidently.
Isnt Nightreil outside the jurisdiction of the empire? The imperial law shouldnt apply here.
A few years ago, Nightreils ordinances changed. About three years ago, I think Yes. Since then, even security officers from the empire sometimes patrol here.
Three years ago was when Shiron had left the empire.
Little one, hand it over.
Just then, he felt a nudge at his back. Shiron quickly took the handed item and showed it to the bulky man.
Is this enough?
The man glanced at the card Shiron presented, then grinned and stepped aside.
Please, come in, sir.
Well, excuse me.
Shiron coughed slightly and stepped in. The fake ID Seira had quickly made seemed perfect to him.
However,
Seira, who had created the ID, did not enter the shop.
Guest? Do you have any business? The night air is getting chilly. Please come in.
Hey there.
Seira narrowed her eyes and looked up at the tall figure. In the night street, his face, shining with light, seemed full of discontent.
Dont you check IDs here?
Excuse me? I didnt catch that.
Why did you only check his ID?
The nun asked accusingly, and the tall man pressed his brow in discomfort. There were occasionally such customers. Those who got annoyed, asking if they looked so old without an ID check
However, he was a conscientious person who knew the manual well, even while working in an entertainment establishment. The tall man made a face without a smile and spoke politely.
Sister, we have a rule not to ask the age of long-lived races. If you insist, may I check your ID?
Never mind!
Seira kicked the entrance open and strode in.
A dimly lit room bathed in red light.
Oh dear.
A woman with elaborately painted nails spoke softly. Her black hair fell below her waist, and her red eyes sparkled even in the darkness. However, illuminated by the light, her face seemed more compassionate than bewitching.
Again
Crack-
Her ornately decorated nails were bitten, crushed, and torn against her pearly teeth. The woman trembled with rising anxiety, instinctively realizing that she was in imminent danger.
Lord, I pray to safely overcome danger today and to see the sun tomorrow, to reach peaceful rest.
Camilla prayed to the god she followed, hoping the approaching scent would fade away.
Chapter 97: The Putrid Smell 1The apostles of the demon god, blessed with divine power and grace. The nest has many annoying obstacles, so lets try to lure the opponent outside to deal with them. Confuse the player and afflict them with status abnormalities. Magical attacks. Since theres a blessing that blocked Seiras mental attacks, it should be able to block the source of fear, too. To lure the opponent outside, a high level of fame is requiredWeve arrived.After enduring a not-so-pleasant ride for two hours, the carriage reached its destination. Shiron closed the book he was reading and stepped out of the carriage.I apologize for not being able to give more under the circumstances.Shiron handed two gold coins to the driver with a smile. The expression on the face of the driver, now holding the gold, looked uneasy even to Shiron.Thank you for your patronage.The driver muttered a routine greeting and bowed his head. Shiron watched the carriage drive away, then turned to look at the entrance of their destination.Shiron had arrived at Nightreil Street. It was the street where Seira had once donned a ridiculous slave cosplay. However, he wasnt in the western area crowded with auction houses and gambling dens. He was in the eastern part, the entrance to the red-light district, where it felt like spring all year round.Shiron felt a bit hungry and looked at Seira.Lets grab something to eat. Know any good places?Um, I dont come around here much.Even though she sounded unsure, Seira fluttered ahead in her black nuns attire.Unlike other areas with hotels and entertainment facilities, the red-light district had no stores open during the day. At best, there were 24-hour stew shops where ladies who had finished their nights work came to get a late dinner.Sure enough, Seira entered a shop wafting with a thick aroma.WelcomeThe clerk was about to greet the customers as soon as the door opened but froze upon seeing them.It seemed clerics werent particularly welcome on this street. From the moment they got off the carriage, peculiar stares had been following Shiron and Seira. But Shiron didnt respond with violence to their attention. He just nonchalantly took a seat in a secluded spot.Soon, a thick stew and bread were served in a metal bowl.Heres a tip.Its fine.Shiron handed a gold coin to the clerk, but the clerk just stared blankly at him before abruptly turning away. Faced with the blatant disregard, Shiron didnt scowl but quietly muttered.Should I call the owner to teach them about customer service? Their attitude is terrible.It cant be helped.Seira drew a circle in the air with her finger, making sure their conversation couldnt be overheard.Trouble in this street usually comes from rowdy drunks and Lucernes inquisitors. Its unavoidable for human clerks to act like that.Youre well-informed.Of course. Although its a different area, I spent several years in Nightreil. I probably lived here longer than most humans.Seira rubbed her hands together and began eating the stew. It almost tasted like the food from her homeland, filling her mouth. The large chunks of meat, simmered for a long time, fell apart without even needing to be chewed.What about demons?Shiron absentmindedly scooped up the soup while taking out a necklace. The backside was engraved with the young face of Siriel.Hugos CompassOriginally, this unique-grade holy relic could only be obtained after Hugos death. The necklace Hugo gave before leaving the mansion five years ago pointed in the direction where magical energy flowed.However, upon entering this part of the red-light district, the necklace began to wildly oscillate. Though the concentration was too low to feel on the skin, it proved the whole area was saturated with magical energy.Is there any demon boss around here?Im not sure.Seira dipped a piece of dry bread into the bowl.Shiron looked dumbfounded. Before he could even start his investigation, he hit a major obstacle.What kind of world is this? Killing people is fine, but minors cant enter entertainment establishments?Including his previous life and time since reincarnation, Shiron was well over thirty, but his current physical age was only 17. According to imperial law, he was still a minor.But giving up was not an option. Too much time had already passed, and he couldnt wait another two years. There were things he had to do before the original storys timeline began. Shiron crossed his arms and spoke confidently.Isnt Nightreil outside the jurisdiction of the empire? The imperial law shouldnt apply here.A few years ago, Nightreils ordinances changed. About three years ago, I think Yes. Since then, even security officers from the empire sometimes patrol here.Three years ago was when Shiron had left the empire.Little one, hand it over.Just then, he felt a nudge at his back. Shiron quickly took the handed item and showed it to the bulky man.Is this enough?The man glanced at the card Shiron presented, then grinned and stepped aside.Please, come in, sir.Well, excuse me.Shiron coughed slightly and stepped in. The fake ID Seira had quickly made seemed perfect to him.However,Seira, who had created the ID, did not enter the shop.Guest? Do you have any business? The night air is getting chilly. Please come in.Hey there.Seira narrowed her eyes and looked up at the tall figure. In the night street, his face, shining with light, seemed full of discontent.Dont you check IDs here?Excuse me? I didnt catch that.Why did you only check his ID?The nun asked accusingly, and the tall man pressed his brow in discomfort. There were occasionally such customers. Those who got annoyed, asking if they looked so old without an ID checkHowever, he was a conscientious person who knew the manual well, even while working in an entertainment establishment. The tall man made a face without a smile and spoke politely.Sister, we have a rule not to ask the age of long-lived races. If you insist, may I check your ID?Never mind!Seira kicked the entrance open and strode in.A dimly lit room bathed in red light.Oh dear.A woman with elaborately painted nails spoke softly. Her black hair fell below her waist, and her red eyes sparkled even in the darkness. However, illuminated by the light, her face seemed more compassionate than bewitching.AgainCrack-Her ornately decorated nails were bitten, crushed, and torn against her pearly teeth. The woman trembled with rising anxiety, instinctively realizing that she was in imminent danger.Lord, I pray to safely overcome danger today and to see the sun tomorrow, to reach peaceful rest.Camilla prayed to the god she followed, hoping the approaching scent would fade away.
