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"But Clayo, anonymous tip-off is often ignored, and the registered tip-off will be tracked down by the prince later, so we need a proper tip.”
"That's right."
"Now, it's your turn to clap for me. Both companies know who will post the report so that they can't miss it in the middle of the editor's desk.
"Who?"
"Some of my colleagues at the Violet Club work there."
The violets club was a campaign group for the expansion of suffrage in which Cells were active.
Not knowing that he would be helped at this moment, Clay didn't snap at the suggestion and looked back and forth.
"Melkior is behind this. Your colleagues could be retaliated later. Wouldn't it be dangerous?”
"There is a limit to the number of times the prince's liver wave skill is used. Even if I've got the brains of all the people on Swift Street, my colleagues are the last to be on the list of suspects. I'm a social journalist and a fashion columnist."
Now Chelsea knew about Melchior's skills.
Before attending this year's Royal New Year's party, Clay explained everything about Melchior's skills to all the children.
Everyone was judged to have some resistance due to the rise in the ether level, and paradoxically, it was also because of the conviction that "the rescue of the liver" would not be abused by anyone.
"Does it... have anything to do with it?"
"Don't you know that the editors of Swift Street are all old-fashioned?"
Swift Street was a media-intensive area located at the northern end of the Sovereign district.
"A young female journalist with the latest fashions usually thinks she knows about Crater's jewels and the details of Yvette Dufar's dress details. Since most of the people are ignoring our colleagues like that, if you call and put the picture under the tray, you won't know who's the informant. They make me drive a few times a day!"
Chell's explanation was bitter persuasive, but Clay still couldn't readily accept it.
"In the last manuscript, the violet club itself did not appear properly. So I'm not going to get Melchior's attention at once, but....’
Melchior did not value the arrangement of God and the will of the distant ordinary people, as much as they put a low price on the lives of ordinary people.
Wouldn't this noble-born idea give a blind eye to that fearful eye?
But it is a shallow conviction that is only a conjecture.
Clayo, who was at odds between seeking Arthur and the possibility of the organization's capacity consumption, nodded with difficulty.
He eventually chooses to be 'deeply involved in the safety of the world.' It was just a matter of conscience, not even of choice.
It may be a terrible excuse, but only when Arthur is alive can he struggle and progress be possible. The continuation of the world was Clayo's most important duty.
"I repeat, you really have to be careful. I'm really ashamed of myself, but please. How do I get in touch with your colleagues?”
"Let's see, today is Wednesday, so there's a small group of people working on Swift Street for lunch tomorrow. I know which tea room we meet in. It's not far from here.”
"I'm glad to hear that. If you don't mind, ask them if they want to give you a tip."
"You don't have to ask. This will make you happy."
"…because the club members have the same goals as you?"
"Yes! They're comrades who don't want me to fall down here. Let's decorate the document so that we can hand it over in the tea room tomorrow. I can't show you the letter as it is, so why don't you edit it and change it so that it's hard to recognize the sender?"
"That's right. First, I brought a pen, ink, a copy of Ma Gwang-seok-dong, an envelope and a letter paper. If there's anything else you need, I'll go out and....”
"Okay, sit down. First of all, we're low-level clerks and maids at the height of our relationship. It's weird to go out again because it hasn't been long since I came in.”
"No, continue with that setup… Are you sticking to it?"
"You should. Let's get Ray's escort. The ether is all tied up and covered with clothes, but it even shines. Your help is essential."
Rachel pointed toward her maid uniform collar.
Her manner was so nonchalant that I forgot. The cello still had a subdued. Clayo lamented his stupidity.
"May I take a look, if you don't mind? I might be able to solve it if it's an off-the-shelf product that came out recently, not something that the dean made.”
Previously, only advanced wizards could create subdued structures and ready-made products for controlling intermediate-level ethers.
This was because after the development of the T-flume mine and the discovery of the activation wizard, a T-flume processing station was created.
"Oh, my God! You're alive! This is off-the-shelf. Hooray!"
She boldly tore off the removable collar and folded the neck of the dress with her hands.
Clayo, who stood up from his chair, bent down and looked at the subdued ball, quickly found the part where the magic stroke was sulky.
"This will work."
"That was great!"
The off-the-shelf T-Flume products, whether they were molded or carved by a worker, were less durable than those that were carved by a senior wizard with an ethereal frame.
In addition to not being as powerful as the original product made by Jebedi, the engraved magic formula was often incomplete, causing malfunctions when the ether was concentrated on the broken part of the diet after being buried with alcohol.
When the off-the-shelf subdued ball was first made, it was a crushing method that I learned after dismantling it with Behemoth.
It was a task that requires a very delicate adjustment of the ether while memorizing the law school completely, so it would not have been possible without the "promise."
However, he had an appointment, and he had experience of buying and disassembling six submersibles.
'I prepared for one thing, and I didn't expect it to be today.’
"Then, Chelsea, wait a minute. You need alcohol as a catalyst to release this. I'll go downstairs and get some drinks."
"It's positive that the catalyst is an easy-to-get thing, but the innkeeper here thinks we've had a good time.”
Clayo, who had been collecting change without much thought, became like a statue at the chilling sound.
The tired-faced young man turned his head like a machine with less oil.
"Do you want to make such a joke in this situation?"
"If you don't make a joke, how can you get rid of this dirty feeling? Anyway, we only sell gin and ale in these places, so don't just buy enough small catalysts and get us a drink, darling!"
Clayo quickly left the room, not to explode the cell with a silver eye filled with anger but still a witty way of speaking.
The two of them stayed up almost all night.
Of course, one cat spread out in large size and slept well for Clayo's share. Due to the overwork of the past few days, the cat, who had to sleep half of the day, lacked sleep.
On the table in the room, I was dizzy with empty glasses, crumbs of cheese sandwiches, and office supplies.
Among them, there was a tip-off document made overnight by two people head to put their heads together. Except for all the contents of Hydra's poison, it was a newly compiled paper so that the author's identity could not be guessed.
Even the contents of the letter written by Asher's boss, Silas Merchant, were called "memory" and mixed as stimulating as possible with Fran's letter.
It was said that high-handed Bruneen's knights stormed the barren military camp guarded by a sincere change lord without permission, seriously injuring Albion's knights and shouting for them to treat them as nobles.
It is a clear violation of the border and an act of military provocation, and it is a very problematic diplomatic issue," he added.
"When this is open to the public, Bruneen or Albion will have to make a statement and explain it. It's not a good thing to open the war, but it's an issue that can be severed if the emotions get bad, so it won't be passed on.’
When Fran used various harnesses to add a clear copy of the photo as clear as a telescope lens, articles that could be instigated by anyone were made.
"You may want to ignore or cross-check reports, but as long as you have such a clear picture, you can't be suspected of the incident itself.’
The original documents and photographs were put back in Clayo's bag and only the copies were put in the envelope.
"That's enough. This is perfect. I can't believe you're thinking of saving Ma Kwang-seok's comrade."
"I've used it before, and it's so useful that I wanted to pawn it. Chelsea, where did you learn how to write with both hands?"
"I was originally left-handed, but my mom hit me and corrected me with right-handedness. I usually use my right hand, but if I get caught, I can write with my left hand when I write a difficult document."
"…your mother seems to be incredibly helpful in your life, and maybe not."
"Let's just say today was helpful."
Tired of the overpowering ball, Chell put his eyes on the snoring cat for a while. In the meantime, Clayo could not sleep properly, fearing that Arthur would get hurt and shake the world.
toward dawn
She stood up as if she were sleeping, washed her face in cold water, and changed her wig. He was so skillful that he looked like a real hair.
He put the collar of his uniform back on, which he had torn off to break down the subdued ball, and Clayo healed him overnight, putting cosmetics on his cheeks, which had only a slight red color.
Meanwhile, Clayo roughly combed his hair and tied his tie again, and when he was ready to go out, Chell, who saw Clay, sighed.
"We've already lost the item, and the evening is already close. You're trying to get us out of the open air, aren't you?”
"Yeah. Let's put it out there first, and this article should be published tomorrow morning. Even if the king's deputy is ordered to stop publishing overnight, suspicions will grow even bigger since the extra budget has been circulated.”
Listening to Clayo's voice, which is hoarse from fatigue, Rachel is lost in a strange sense of appreciation.
Even when he looked like a little boy, much thinner than now, Clay was always calm in a crisis. More than anyone else.
"How did Arthur come up with a guy like you? The more I think about it, the more interesting it is. Anyway, if you're planning to draw attention during this extra shoot, you're meeting with the prince today.”
"That's right."
"And you're going to go with your hair like that? Anyone can tell that he cut it in a hurry to sneak away?"
"…that's what you look like because you know what's going on. What do others know?”
"Hey, can't you see this in the eyes of that viper-like prince? Sit here. Just trim it up and get out."
Chell, who picked up the office scissors on the tea table, made a threatening screeching sound.
"Come on, trim it."
With the addition of Behemoth, which had just happened, Clay had no way of overcoming the forced labor of Ilmyo-il.
With the bed sheet removed and the floor covered, Chell showed off his skill with a small tool.
Behemoth, who complained of hunger, posted a memo and told him where T-Room was located so he could go ahead.
"Miss Harris is a cat lover, so if such a handsome cat knocks on the door, it will be brought in and fed anything," Chell assured.
Now, in the basket that Rachel brought, she had two envelopes instead of a cat.
The two made eye contact before opening the room door.
"Of course."
"Yes."
From the moment I stepped into the hallway, I couldn't find my usual self.
Naturally, Clayo's step behind him and walking with a small step was like a maid of any house, who was obviously weak in spirit.
He was perfect with his hands tightly wrapped in worn-out gloves.
After leaving the inn, the two men headed for the tea room in the midst of the workers going to work.
The second and third floors of the Carmela dynastic building, which was at the end of Swift Street and a detour to the Royal Circus, were the T-rooms of Miss Harris.
Miss Harris was already at work as Chell expected. It was to make dessert.
Miss Harris, who checked Rachel's face through the window frames of the store door, unlocked the latch in silence, although it was before opening.
Inside the front door, a behemoth was drinking milk. Being distracted by the food, he only glanced at Clayo.
"Thank you for the welcome, Harris."
"No, Chell, you can come anytime. I saw the memo from that smart cat. Is this your friend?”
"Nice to meet you."
"Yes, you don't have to call me by name. Rachel's friend is my friend. Let's go upstairs."
"Thank you."
After Harris disappeared into the kitchen again, Clayo whispered quietly.
"He's not surprised to see you at all."
"I'm used to changing my clothes in the back room."
"What do you usually do when you're so used to disguising...I thought, 'but Clay didn't bother to ask. For some reason, I thought I would get to know about social affairs secretaries.
The store where Miss Harris was baking cookies was full of butter. The T-room, decorated with green plant-patterned wallpaper, also had a pamphlet from the Violet Club.
Looking at the menu that was spread out, the price of the tea was very cheap, and it said that Miss Harris made all the desserts herself.
Looking around the strange but cozy space, Chelsea grabbed Clayo's rattle and opened the hidden side door.
"Get out of here and change into the right clothes."
Pro-court and pants, which were kept at home all the time after matching them last fall, were subtly short in sleeves and length. Still in a maid's uniform, Chell laughed at his appearance.
Clayo murmured with a ball.
"If you want to make a phone call from a place where it won't be a problem if it's tracked down, the Leyton Hotel is a good place to call, but you have to wear something like this because it limits your entrance."
"Yeah. I think I can fool the doorman in the eye. Let's say that's how we made an appointment to meet with the prince in question right now. How are you going to tell me the news?”
At the heart of the operation was to get low-ranking newspapers to stamp out a lot of extras while Clayo drew the attention of Melchior, who is in charge of the incident.
So far, efforts will go to waste if they are banned from taking extra pictures or if they are plated before distribution. Melchior's involvement itself had to be stopped.
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"But Clayo, anonymous tip-off is often ignored, and the registered tip-off will be tracked down by the prince later, so we need a proper tip.”
"That's right."
"Now, it's your turn to clap for me. Both companies know who will post the report so that they can't miss it in the middle of the editor's desk.
"Who?"
"Some of my colleagues at the Violet Club work there."
The violets club was a campaign group for the expansion of suffrage in which Cells were active.
Not knowing that he would be helped at this moment, Clay didn't snap at the suggestion and looked back and forth.
"Melkior is behind this. Your colleagues could be retaliated later. Wouldn't it be dangerous?”
"There is a limit to the number of times the prince's liver wave skill is used. Even if I've got the brains of all the people on Swift Street, my colleagues are the last to be on the list of suspects. I'm a social journalist and a fashion columnist."
Now Chelsea knew about Melchior's skills.
Before attending this year's Royal New Year's party, Clay explained everything about Melchior's skills to all the children.
Everyone was judged to have some resistance due to the rise in the ether level, and paradoxically, it was also because of the conviction that "the rescue of the liver" would not be abused by anyone.
"Does it... have anything to do with it?"
"Don't you know that the editors of Swift Street are all old-fashioned?"
Swift Street was a media-intensive area located at the northern end of the Sovereign district.
"A young female journalist with the latest fashions usually thinks she knows about Crater's jewels and the details of Yvette Dufar's dress details. Since most of the people are ignoring our colleagues like that, if you call and put the picture under the tray, you won't know who's the informant. They make me drive a few times a day!"
Chell's explanation was bitter persuasive, but Clay still couldn't readily accept it.
"In the last manuscript, the violet club itself did not appear properly. So I'm not going to get Melchior's attention at once, but....’
Melchior did not value the arrangement of God and the will of the distant ordinary people, as much as they put a low price on the lives of ordinary people.
Wouldn't this noble-born idea give a blind eye to that fearful eye?
But it is a shallow conviction that is only a conjecture.
Clayo, who was at odds between seeking Arthur and the possibility of the organization's capacity consumption, nodded with difficulty.
He eventually chooses to be 'deeply involved in the safety of the world.' It was just a matter of conscience, not even of choice.
It may be a terrible excuse, but only when Arthur is alive can he struggle and progress be possible. The continuation of the world was Clayo's most important duty.
"I repeat, you really have to be careful. I'm really ashamed of myself, but please. How do I get in touch with your colleagues?”
"Let's see, today is Wednesday, so there's a small group of people working on Swift Street for lunch tomorrow. I know which tea room we meet in. It's not far from here.”
"I'm glad to hear that. If you don't mind, ask them if they want to give you a tip."
"You don't have to ask. This will make you happy."
"…because the club members have the same goals as you?"
"Yes! They're comrades who don't want me to fall down here. Let's decorate the document so that we can hand it over in the tea room tomorrow. I can't show you the letter as it is, so why don't you edit it and change it so that it's hard to recognize the sender?"
"That's right. First, I brought a pen, ink, a copy of Ma Gwang-seok-dong, an envelope and a letter paper. If there's anything else you need, I'll go out and....”
"Okay, sit down. First of all, we're low-level clerks and maids at the height of our relationship. It's weird to go out again because it hasn't been long since I came in.”
"No, continue with that setup… Are you sticking to it?"
"You should. Let's get Ray's escort. The ether is all tied up and covered with clothes, but it even shines. Your help is essential."
Rachel pointed toward her maid uniform collar.
Her manner was so nonchalant that I forgot. The cello still had a subdued. Clayo lamented his stupidity.
"May I take a look, if you don't mind? I might be able to solve it if it's an off-the-shelf product that came out recently, not something that the dean made.”
Previously, only advanced wizards could create subdued structures and ready-made products for controlling intermediate-level ethers.
This was because after the development of the T-flume mine and the discovery of the activation wizard, a T-flume processing station was created.
"Oh, my God! You're alive! This is off-the-shelf. Hooray!"
She boldly tore off the removable collar and folded the neck of the dress with her hands.
Clayo, who stood up from his chair, bent down and looked at the subdued ball, quickly found the part where the magic stroke was sulky.
"This will work."
"That was great!"
The off-the-shelf T-Flume products, whether they were molded or carved by a worker, were less durable than those that were carved by a senior wizard with an ethereal frame.
In addition to not being as powerful as the original product made by Jebedi, the engraved magic formula was often incomplete, causing malfunctions when the ether was concentrated on the broken part of the diet after being buried with alcohol.
When the off-the-shelf subdued ball was first made, it was a crushing method that I learned after dismantling it with Behemoth.
It was a task that requires a very delicate adjustment of the ether while memorizing the law school completely, so it would not have been possible without the "promise."
However, he had an appointment, and he had experience of buying and disassembling six submersibles.
'I prepared for one thing, and I didn't expect it to be today.’
"Then, Chelsea, wait a minute. You need alcohol as a catalyst to release this. I'll go downstairs and get some drinks."
"It's positive that the catalyst is an easy-to-get thing, but the innkeeper here thinks we've had a good time.”
Clayo, who had been collecting change without much thought, became like a statue at the chilling sound.
The tired-faced young man turned his head like a machine with less oil.
"Do you want to make such a joke in this situation?"
"If you don't make a joke, how can you get rid of this dirty feeling? Anyway, we only sell gin and ale in these places, so don't just buy enough small catalysts and get us a drink, darling!"
Clayo quickly left the room, not to explode the cell with a silver eye filled with anger but still a witty way of speaking.
The two of them stayed up almost all night.
Of course, one cat spread out in large size and slept well for Clayo's share. Due to the overwork of the past few days, the cat, who had to sleep half of the day, lacked sleep.
On the table in the room, I was dizzy with empty glasses, crumbs of cheese sandwiches, and office supplies.
Among them, there was a tip-off document made overnight by two people head to put their heads together. Except for all the contents of Hydra's poison, it was a newly compiled paper so that the author's identity could not be guessed.
Even the contents of the letter written by Asher's boss, Silas Merchant, were called "memory" and mixed as stimulating as possible with Fran's letter.
It was said that high-handed Bruneen's knights stormed the barren military camp guarded by a sincere change lord without permission, seriously injuring Albion's knights and shouting for them to treat them as nobles.
It is a clear violation of the border and an act of military provocation, and it is a very problematic diplomatic issue," he added.
"When this is open to the public, Bruneen or Albion will have to make a statement and explain it. It's not a good thing to open the war, but it's an issue that can be severed if the emotions get bad, so it won't be passed on.’
When Fran used various harnesses to add a clear copy of the photo as clear as a telescope lens, articles that could be instigated by anyone were made.
"You may want to ignore or cross-check reports, but as long as you have such a clear picture, you can't be suspected of the incident itself.’
The original documents and photographs were put back in Clayo's bag and only the copies were put in the envelope.
"That's enough. This is perfect. I can't believe you're thinking of saving Ma Kwang-seok's comrade."
"I've used it before, and it's so useful that I wanted to pawn it. Chelsea, where did you learn how to write with both hands?"
"I was originally left-handed, but my mom hit me and corrected me with right-handedness. I usually use my right hand, but if I get caught, I can write with my left hand when I write a difficult document."
"…your mother seems to be incredibly helpful in your life, and maybe not."
"Let's just say today was helpful."
Tired of the overpowering ball, Chell put his eyes on the snoring cat for a while. In the meantime, Clayo could not sleep properly, fearing that Arthur would get hurt and shake the world.
toward dawn
She stood up as if she were sleeping, washed her face in cold water, and changed her wig. He was so skillful that he looked like a real hair.
He put the collar of his uniform back on, which he had torn off to break down the subdued ball, and Clayo healed him overnight, putting cosmetics on his cheeks, which had only a slight red color.
Meanwhile, Clayo roughly combed his hair and tied his tie again, and when he was ready to go out, Chell, who saw Clay, sighed.
"We've already lost the item, and the evening is already close. You're trying to get us out of the open air, aren't you?”
"Yeah. Let's put it out there first, and this article should be published tomorrow morning. Even if the king's deputy is ordered to stop publishing overnight, suspicions will grow even bigger since the extra budget has been circulated.”
Listening to Clayo's voice, which is hoarse from fatigue, Rachel is lost in a strange sense of appreciation.
Even when he looked like a little boy, much thinner than now, Clay was always calm in a crisis. More than anyone else.
"How did Arthur come up with a guy like you? The more I think about it, the more interesting it is. Anyway, if you're planning to draw attention during this extra shoot, you're meeting with the prince today.”
"That's right."
"And you're going to go with your hair like that? Anyone can tell that he cut it in a hurry to sneak away?"
"…that's what you look like because you know what's going on. What do others know?”
"Hey, can't you see this in the eyes of that viper-like prince? Sit here. Just trim it up and get out."
Chell, who picked up the office scissors on the tea table, made a threatening screeching sound.
"Come on, trim it."
With the addition of Behemoth, which had just happened, Clay had no way of overcoming the forced labor of Ilmyo-il.
With the bed sheet removed and the floor covered, Chell showed off his skill with a small tool.
Behemoth, who complained of hunger, posted a memo and told him where T-Room was located so he could go ahead.
"Miss Harris is a cat lover, so if such a handsome cat knocks on the door, it will be brought in and fed anything," Chell assured.
Now, in the basket that Rachel brought, she had two envelopes instead of a cat.
The two made eye contact before opening the room door.
"Of course."
"Yes."
From the moment I stepped into the hallway, I couldn't find my usual self.
Naturally, Clayo's step behind him and walking with a small step was like a maid of any house, who was obviously weak in spirit.
He was perfect with his hands tightly wrapped in worn-out gloves.
After leaving the inn, the two men headed for the tea room in the midst of the workers going to work.
The second and third floors of the Carmela dynastic building, which was at the end of Swift Street and a detour to the Royal Circus, were the T-rooms of Miss Harris.
Miss Harris was already at work as Chell expected. It was to make dessert.
Miss Harris, who checked Rachel's face through the window frames of the store door, unlocked the latch in silence, although it was before opening.
Inside the front door, a behemoth was drinking milk. Being distracted by the food, he only glanced at Clayo.
"Thank you for the welcome, Harris."
"No, Chell, you can come anytime. I saw the memo from that smart cat. Is this your friend?”
"Nice to meet you."
"Yes, you don't have to call me by name. Rachel's friend is my friend. Let's go upstairs."
"Thank you."
After Harris disappeared into the kitchen again, Clayo whispered quietly.
"He's not surprised to see you at all."
"I'm used to changing my clothes in the back room."
"What do you usually do when you're so used to disguising...I thought, 'but Clay didn't bother to ask. For some reason, I thought I would get to know about social affairs secretaries.
The store where Miss Harris was baking cookies was full of butter. The T-room, decorated with green plant-patterned wallpaper, also had a pamphlet from the Violet Club.
Looking at the menu that was spread out, the price of the tea was very cheap, and it said that Miss Harris made all the desserts herself.
Looking around the strange but cozy space, Chelsea grabbed Clayo's rattle and opened the hidden side door.
"Get out of here and change into the right clothes."
Pro-court and pants, which were kept at home all the time after matching them last fall, were subtly short in sleeves and length. Still in a maid's uniform, Chell laughed at his appearance.
Clayo murmured with a ball.
"If you want to make a phone call from a place where it won't be a problem if it's tracked down, the Leyton Hotel is a good place to call, but you have to wear something like this because it limits your entrance."
"Yeah. I think I can fool the doorman in the eye. Let's say that's how we made an appointment to meet with the prince in question right now. How are you going to tell me the news?”
At the heart of the operation was to get low-ranking newspapers to stamp out a lot of extras while Clayo drew the attention of Melchior, who is in charge of the incident.
So far, efforts will go to waste if they are banned from taking extra pictures or if they are plated before distribution. Melchior's involvement itself had to be stopped.
"But Clayo, anonymous tip-off is often ignored, and the registered tip-off will be tracked down by the prince later, so we need a proper tip."That's right.""Now, it's your turn to clap for me. Both companies know who will post the report so that they can't miss it in the middle of the editor's desk."Who?""Some of my colleagues at the Violet Club work there."The violets club was a campaign group for the expansion of suffrage in which Cells were active.Not knowing that he would be helped at this moment, Clay didn't snap at the suggestion and looked back and forth."Melkior is behind this. Your colleagues could be retaliated later. Wouldn't it be dangerous?"There is a limit to the number of times the prince's liver wave skill is used. Even if I've got the brains of all the people on Swift Street, my colleagues are the last to be on the list of suspects. I'm a social journalist and a fashion columnist."Now Chelsea knew about Melchior's skills.Before attending this year's Royal New Year's party, Clay explained everything about Melchior's skills to all the children.Everyone was judged to have some resistance due to the rise in the ether level, and paradoxically, it was also because of the conviction that "the rescue of the liver" would not be abused by anyone."Does it... have anything to do with it?""Don't you know that the editors of Swift Street are all old-fashioned?"Swift Street was a media-intensive area located at the northern end of the Sovereign district."A young female journalist with the latest fashions usually thinks she knows about Crater's jewels and the details of Yvette Dufar's dress details. Since most of the people are ignoring our colleagues like that, if you call and put the picture under the tray, you won't know who's the informant. They make me drive a few times a day!"Chell's explanation was bitter persuasive, but Clay still couldn't readily accept it."In the last manuscript, the violet club itself did not appear properly. So I'm not going to get Melchior's attention at once, but....'Melchior did not value the arrangement of God and the will of the distant ordinary people, as much as they put a low price on the lives of ordinary people.Wouldn't this noble-born idea give a blind eye to that fearful eye?But it is a shallow conviction that is only a conjecture.Clayo, who was at odds between seeking Arthur and the possibility of the organization's capacity consumption, nodded with difficulty.He eventually chooses to be 'deeply involved in the safety of the world.' It was just a matter of conscience, not even of choice.It may be a terrible excuse, but only when Arthur is alive can he struggle and progress be possible. The continuation of the world was Clayo's most important duty."I repeat, you really have to be careful. I'm really ashamed of myself, but please. How do I get in touch with your colleagues?"Let's see, today is Wednesday, so there's a small group of people working on Swift Street for lunch tomorrow. I know which tea room we meet in. It's not far from here."I'm glad to hear that. If you don't mind, ask them if they want to give you a tip.""You don't have to ask. This will make you happy.""because the club members have the same goals as you?""Yes! They're comrades who don't want me to fall down here. Let's decorate the document so that we can hand it over in the tea room tomorrow. I can't show you the letter as it is, so why don't you edit it and change it so that it's hard to recognize the sender?""That's right. First, I brought a pen, ink, a copy of Ma Gwang-seok-dong, an envelope and a letter paper. If there's anything else you need, I'll go out and...."Okay, sit down. First of all, we're low-level clerks and maids at the height of our relationship. It's weird to go out again because it hasn't been long since I came in."No, continue with that setup Are you sticking to it?""You should. Let's get Ray's escort. The ether is all tied up and covered with clothes, but it even shines. Your help is essential."Rachel pointed toward her maid uniform collar.Her manner was so nonchalant that I forgot. The cello still had a subdued. Clayo lamented his stupidity."May I take a look, if you don't mind? I might be able to solve it if it's an off-the-shelf product that came out recently, not something that the dean made.Previously, only advanced wizards could create subdued structures and ready-made products for controlling intermediate-level ethers.This was because after the development of the T-flume mine and the discovery of the activation wizard, a T-flume processing station was created."Oh, my God! You're alive! This is off-the-shelf. Hooray!"She boldly tore off the removable collar and folded the neck of the dress with her hands.Clayo, who stood up from his chair, bent down and looked at the subdued ball, quickly found the part where the magic stroke was sulky."This will work.""That was great!"The off-the-shelf T-Flume products, whether they were molded or carved by a worker, were less durable than those that were carved by a senior wizard with an ethereal frame.In addition to not being as powerful as the original product made by Jebedi, the engraved magic formula was often incomplete, causing malfunctions when the ether was concentrated on the broken part of the diet after being buried with alcohol.When the off-the-shelf subdued ball was first made, it was a crushing method that I learned after dismantling it with Behemoth.It was a task that requires a very delicate adjustment of the ether while memorizing the law school completely, so it would not have been possible without the "promise."However, he had an appointment, and he had experience of buying and disassembling six submersibles.'I prepared for one thing, and I didn't expect it to be today.'"Then, Chelsea, wait a minute. You need alcohol as a catalyst to release this. I'll go downstairs and get some drinks.""It's positive that the catalyst is an easy-to-get thing, but the innkeeper here thinks we've had a good time.Clayo, who had been collecting change without much thought, became like a statue at the chilling sound.The tired-faced young man turned his head like a machine with less oil."Do you want to make such a joke in this situation?""If you don't make a joke, how can you get rid of this dirty feeling? Anyway, we only sell gin and ale in these places, so don't just buy enough small catalysts and get us a drink, darling!"Clayo quickly left the room, not to explode the cell with a silver eye filled with anger but still a witty way of speaking.The two of them stayed up almost all night.Of course, one cat spread out in large size and slept well for Clayo's share. Due to the overwork of the past few days, the cat, who had to sleep half of the day, lacked sleep.On the table in the room, I was dizzy with empty glasses, crumbs of cheese sandwiches, and office supplies.Among them, there was a tip-off document made overnight by two people head to put their heads together. Except for all the contents of Hydra's poison, it was a newly compiled paper so that the author's identity could not be guessed.Even the contents of the letter written by Asher's boss, Silas Merchant, were called "memory" and mixed as stimulating as possible with Fran's letter.It was said that high-handed Bruneen's knights stormed the barren military camp guarded by a sincere change lord without permission, seriously injuring Albion's knights and shouting for them to treat them as nobles.It is a clear violation of the border and an act of military provocation, and it is a very problematic diplomatic issue," he added."When this is open to the public, Bruneen or Albion will have to make a statement and explain it. It's not a good thing to open the war, but it's an issue that can be severed if the emotions get bad, so it won't be passed on.'When Fran used various harnesses to add a clear copy of the photo as clear as a telescope lens, articles that could be instigated by anyone were made."You may want to ignore or cross-check reports, but as long as you have such a clear picture, you can't be suspected of the incident itself.'The original documents and photographs were put back in Clayo's bag and only the copies were put in the envelope."That's enough. This is perfect. I can't believe you're thinking of saving Ma Kwang-seok's comrade.""I've used it before, and it's so useful that I wanted to pawn it. Chelsea, where did you learn how to write with both hands?""I was originally left-handed, but my mom hit me and corrected me with right-handedness. I usually use my right hand, but if I get caught, I can write with my left hand when I write a difficult document.""your mother seems to be incredibly helpful in your life, and maybe not.""Let's just say today was helpful."Tired of the overpowering ball, Chell put his eyes on the snoring cat for a while. In the meantime, Clayo could not sleep properly, fearing that Arthur would get hurt and shake the world.toward dawnShe stood up as if she were sleeping, washed her face in cold water, and changed her wig. He was so skillful that he looked like a real hair.He put the collar of his uniform back on, which he had torn off to break down the subdued ball, and Clayo healed him overnight, putting cosmetics on his cheeks, which had only a slight red color.Meanwhile, Clayo roughly combed his hair and tied his tie again, and when he was ready to go out, Chell, who saw Clay, sighed."We've already lost the item, and the evening is already close. You're trying to get us out of the open air, aren't you?"Yeah. Let's put it out there first, and this article should be published tomorrow morning. Even if the king's deputy is ordered to stop publishing overnight, suspicions will grow even bigger since the extra budget has been circulated.Listening to Clayo's voice, which is hoarse from fatigue, Rachel is lost in a strange sense of appreciation.Even when he looked like a little boy, much thinner than now, Clay was always calm in a crisis. More than anyone else."How did Arthur come up with a guy like you? The more I think about it, the more interesting it is. Anyway, if you're planning to draw attention during this extra shoot, you're meeting with the prince today."That's right.""And you're going to go with your hair like that? Anyone can tell that he cut it in a hurry to sneak away?""that's what you look like because you know what's going on. What do others know?"Hey, can't you see this in the eyes of that viper-like prince? Sit here. Just trim it up and get out."Chell, who picked up the office scissors on the tea table, made a threatening screeching sound."Come on, trim it."With the addition of Behemoth, which had just happened, Clay had no way of overcoming the forced labor of Ilmyo-il.With the bed sheet removed and the floor covered, Chell showed off his skill with a small tool.Behemoth, who complained of hunger, posted a memo and told him where T-Room was located so he could go ahead."Miss Harris is a cat lover, so if such a handsome cat knocks on the door, it will be brought in and fed anything," Chell assured.Now, in the basket that Rachel brought, she had two envelopes instead of a cat.The two made eye contact before opening the room door."Of course.""Yes."From the moment I stepped into the hallway, I couldn't find my usual self.Naturally, Clayo's step behind him and walking with a small step was like a maid of any house, who was obviously weak in spirit.He was perfect with his hands tightly wrapped in worn-out gloves.After leaving the inn, the two men headed for the tea room in the midst of the workers going to work.The second and third floors of the Carmela dynastic building, which was at the end of Swift Street and a detour to the Royal Circus, were the T-rooms of Miss Harris.Miss Harris was already at work as Chell expected. It was to make dessert.Miss Harris, who checked Rachel's face through the window frames of the store door, unlocked the latch in silence, although it was before opening.Inside the front door, a behemoth was drinking milk. Being distracted by the food, he only glanced at Clayo."Thank you for the welcome, Harris.""No, Chell, you can come anytime. I saw the memo from that smart cat. Is this your friend?"Nice to meet you.""Yes, you don't have to call me by name. Rachel's friend is my friend. Let's go upstairs.""Thank you."After Harris disappeared into the kitchen again, Clayo whispered quietly."He's not surprised to see you at all.""I'm used to changing my clothes in the back room.""What do you usually do when you're so used to disguising...I thought, 'but Clay didn't bother to ask. For some reason, I thought I would get to know about social affairs secretaries.The store where Miss Harris was baking cookies was full of butter. The T-room, decorated with green plant-patterned wallpaper, also had a pamphlet from the Violet Club.Looking at the menu that was spread out, the price of the tea was very cheap, and it said that Miss Harris made all the desserts herself.Looking around the strange but cozy space, Chelsea grabbed Clayo's rattle and opened the hidden side door."Get out of here and change into the right clothes."Pro-court and pants, which were kept at home all the time after matching them last fall, were subtly short in sleeves and length. Still in a maid's uniform, Chell laughed at his appearance.Clayo murmured with a ball."If you want to make a phone call from a place where it won't be a problem if it's tracked down, the Leyton Hotel is a good place to call, but you have to wear something like this because it limits your entrance.""Yeah. I think I can fool the doorman in the eye. Let's say that's how we made an appointment to meet with the prince in question right now. How are you going to tell me the news?At the heart of the operation was to get low-ranking newspapers to stamp out a lot of extras while Clayo drew the attention of Melchior, who is in charge of the incident.So far, efforts will go to waste if they are banned from taking extra pictures or if they are plated before distribution. Melchior's involvement itself had to be stopped.
