Episode 65 - I've decided to start collecting information
"And you think?
hours after finishing the meeting before noon.
We sent legal experts who rendezvoused in the kingdom of Misclonia to the territorial capital at the transfer gate, and I was entering the airspace of the Kingdom of Geppelus by single air.
Sure, they won't be able to afford a hug to me anytime soon. Whatever happens, if you think I can help you, it's over. I'm the Lord who gives those guys a stopover, but I'm not the owner. I'm glad they say you're ready to throw your life out for me.
But this commotion is a problem that I personally caused in the first place, and you can't let them die or get hurt by hanging out with it.
So I left him a message from me as a legal expert. Hey, I'm going to keep an inspection of the Kingdom of Geppelus today, so we can move on with the legislation.
You don't want to work! I'll take care of your troublesome stories! Awkward people want an easy job just checking out the paperwork they've been able to do!
I don't mean anything like that. I have no intention.
Fly over what appears to be the main street while activating a concealment. I want to avoid the noise of being witnessed flying in the sky.
"One more year though...... no, I wish it was in six months"
It is reasonable for me to pack up this time because it is my personal untimeliness, but I wanted to show off that much fighting power if I could and not be licked in the future. I just don't have enough power to do that at the moment.
The fact that I clean up the problem by myself is pregnant with the possibility that the Federation of Brave Demons will be insulted as being my one man nation. It's not good for a lot of things to think that even I can handle it.
But, well, there's no choice this time. It's hard work, but it's not even enough to put those guys' lives on the scale. The kind of assassin I personally targeted would be better off dead if he tasted a better level of pain and sent it back to his employer.
"First carriage discovery without first villagers. Hyah! We're gathering information!
He discovers a carriage that seems to have been running from the side of the kingdom of Misclonia and descends suddenly. This place is impact-oriented. You want me to land you flashy in the direction of your progress! Let's not, if a surprised horse runs off and injures him or something, he's not sleeping well.
Why don't we just land in the direction of progress and wave it even by hand at the edge of the road to call it off? If they ignore me, I'll go after them until they stop. "Fear, a hitchhiker walking at the same speed as a carriage" or some such urban legend could be done.
Wait a few minutes.
The carriage stopped quite in front of me when I called out loudly with my hands open because I could see the carriage. And...
About four men with weapons get out of the carriage, two of them coming this way. The man on your podium also loaded the crossbow with arrows, and one of the two remaining in the carriage was carrying a bow and arrow and taking two arrows out of the arrow barrel.
You're totally on guard! Right! That's suspicious of hitchhiking or something where there's nothing around here all by yourself! I knew, yeah.
"Uh, you're a beautiful little kid to bandit, aren't you?
"You look like some noble kid."
Walking up to me is a middle-aged veteran-looking adventure-style man and a young adventurer-looking man who feels like he just graduated from rushing out. The veteran-like ones are equipped with metal reinforcements from all parts of leather armor in the season, while the younger guys are still shiny leather armor. Does it place more emphasis on mobility than on defense?
The scores are both short spears and small shields, each raising a sword about the length of his arm on his hips.
A nobleman's brother? Not bad, do you behave in that direction?
"Hey, I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could ask me for something that wouldn't let your employer ride. My horse ran away while I was doing more for him, and I was having a hard time getting thrown out to such a despicable place on this street by myself. The nearest city is fine."
"Well, if you just say so, it's free. I can't guarantee what's gonna happen."
A veteran-like adventure-style man squeezes his jaw and drives a young adventure-style man to the carriage. And he's been seriously staring at my face.
"It's like I've seen it somewhere... hey, you, you've never met me somewhere?
"Hmm...? No, I don't think so. Dark hair, dark eyes may be rare, but they're not even gone, are they?
"Oh, I guess..."
That being said, I'm a veteran adventurer with a twisted neck, but I can see I'm paying attention to my surroundings while I do that, and I seem to be able to point a short spear cut at this one at any time. I guess I'm a veteran as I look.
Nevertheless, that would also be an arm's length within common sense. Perhaps even if these five veteran adventurers called at the same time, I'd be able to yawn and return the favor now.
Seems to have gained an understanding of the employer in no time, and an earlier young adventurer has made a big mare with his hands to show.
"You seem to have forgiven me. Go ahead... uh, excuse me, may I ask your name? I'm Allah, the leader of the party who asked for this escort."
"You don't have to use unfamiliar words, 'cause I'm not a big deal either. Call me Clover."
"Really? Don't be evil, a guy with classy language shouldn't be getting his tongue on. So, clover boy... that's not Pierce Rock, let me call you husband."
"My husband's calling me a veteran like Mr. Aller is a little ticklish."
We head to the carriage where we stopped while talking in a soothing atmosphere. The adventurer of the escort, who was also lined up near the carriage while doing this, does not seem to have failed to be on perimeter alert. That's impressive.
A man of perfect width descended from the carriage somewhat closer. I thought you were quite old because you wear such a solid escort, surprisingly young. Is it around thirty years old?
"My name is Ivan. I'm a trader traveling between the kingdoms of Misclonia and Geppelus... are you having trouble losing your leg or something?
"Oh, yeah. That's a lie. I'm not having trouble with my legs, but I need information. I was wondering if you could give me a little ride and let me talk to you."
A merchant named Ivan in my declaration of lies rounds his eyes and is surprised, and nervous about the adventurers of the escort runs. Yeah, should I have popped in suddenly from the sky if I was going to surprise you anyway? No, I knew this would be good because I'm scared of accidents. Maybe.
"Um, no harm done to us, huh?
"No, I'm sorry I surprised you. However, maybe I can give you useful information too. I suggest you ask for my information before you decide whether to proceed or return."
"Hmmm...... ok. Coata, pull the carriage over to the end of the road. Mr. Aller, it's a little early, but let's call it a little pause."
"Okay."
At Ivan's direction, the carriage is dropped at the end of the street. Looks like the adventurers are starting to pause for lunch. It is likely to be just dried meat and dried vegetables, so I will provide demonic meat from the Oki seafood from storage. The display in storage was Madboa, so it must have been meat from a boar-like demon.
"So, what kind of information do you want? I haven't been in the territory of the Kingdom of Geppelus for a long time either, so I don't have much fresh information with me."
"Oh, for the purpose of picking up that fresh information. I want to hear about the major cities and military strongholds of the Kingdom of Geppelus, famous nobles and royalty."
"I see... I can talk to you to some extent if it's information about major cities, famous aristocracy, and the royal family in general. It would be rather vague information about the military base...... could you give me an overview of that information as well?
"It's not like I'm shaking myself. The story is that the Kingdom of Geppelus has stuck to the demands of the kingdoms of Misscronia and Calendyl to give away the neck of a certain man who recently had territory in the Great Tree Sea. In response, both countries refuse the request. If you want your neck, feel free, but we will not be involved in a dispute between the Kingdom of Geppelus and its nobles, which is unanimous in our attitude. Tensions between the two countries of the Kingdom of Misscronia and the Kingdom of Calendil and the Kingdom of Geppelus will increase in the future, according to the content. What do you say? Pretty interesting information, huh?
"... that's very funny, I'm getting a headache"
Ivan laughs bitterly as he shakes his head without force. Yeah, I guess so. Had we arrived at the city of the Kingdom of Geppelus without knowing anything at this time and begun to do business, in some cases we might have been detained for taking commercially necessary intelligence-gathering operations as intelligence activities.
"By the way, the certainty of the information... No, who were you before that? How the hell did you get that information?
"Probability of information is the finest, because I'm talking about a man."
Give me your hand with a grin.
"It's Tysi-Mitsuba. Greetings."
"Heh... one powerful heir to the throne dies after another, hey"
"Yes, the First Prince himself has been targeted three times to survive a dangerous place. You think you fell into a temporary unconscious weight? The wind rumor is that the man who hits the cousin of the first prince, the son of the Duke of Bistard, the king's brother, was behind the scenes... and that person is trapped behind the castle."
"Hmm."
"It was the first prince who found out about it, and this is what happened to those involved, noble civilians. That day alone, more than thirty people were cut off, and it literally rained blood."
That's what Ivan says. Let him do a beheaded gesture with his own hands.
But it's a bomb. I don't know if it's the first prince or his cousin, but it's the original world - or the smell of chemistry. It's going to be a flashy, leggy assassination or something with a bombing attack, but if the evidence is collected and blown up in this world where there's no such thing as a scientific investigation, they're not going to catch the killer or anything.
"What a well...... but that keeps you in power a lot. It looks like a rebellion of nobility or something. And what about the king?"
"A nobleman hostile to the prince in Solemn Qing has been raised to the Root Blood Festival. They say all that's left is the First Prince's sympathy and opportunistic neutralists. The King is already in retirement seconds and seems to be making Prince Wang like him."
"... the bombing itself must not have been set up by the First Prince"
"There seems to be a certain number of people who think so."
Ivan laughs bitterly.
Well, you are. Apparently, he was also badly injured, but it could have been a selfie, and most importantly, the ending is too convenient for the First Prince.
"... are there any products that have worked strangely well since the prince began to take real power?
"Um, yeah. Please wait."
To my question, Ivan took something like a notebook from somewhere and started to peruse.
When I look beside him, the escort adventurers are heartbroken and bitten by Madboa's meat. So tasty, that. No, well, I just shaken the salt and baked it, but it's delicious.
"Is the meat delicious?
"Ugh. What meat, this? It looks like small-bore meat, but overwhelmingly this one tastes better."
"It's the flesh of a demon of the Great Tree Sea called Madboa. He looks like he decadent Smallbore into this carriage, and he's a nigga who uses mud magic."
"Oh, you're a warcraft. The meat of a warcraft would make this taste good."
"Are demons and beasts different?"
"Don't be especially called a warcraft to manipulate powers in demons that resemble magic. If you're just going to have poison tails in the same Wyburn, you're a demon, if you're going to throw up fire or poison braces or if you're going to fly wind blades out of your wings. Warcraft has a nucleus of warcraft, so if you have a nucleus of warcraft, you can recognize it."
"Heh, is that such a classification"
It's hard to understand, like it's easy to understand. I've never really cared about it before, but that's how you split it it. I feel like I've been calling it right up until now.
"Dear Mitzvah, may I?
Ivan, who was turning his notebook when he was having adventurer talks with Allah's old man, called out.
"If you look at the notes back then, there was a time when demand for nitrous stones was unnaturally pressured a little before the explosion noise. Charcoal and sulphur and restorative medicines also seemed thin. And then, after the convergence of the case, it seemed that the first prince - Prince Wang - was giving a proclamation to the blacksmith in Wang Du to make a sturdy, mass-productive metal cylinder. There are stories of several alchemists missing."
Yes, sir. The blast is almost certainly using black powder. This.
As far as I know, gunpowder is not supposed to be developed in this world, so you can decide it was made with outside knowledge. External means a different world from this one. To be more precise, it's a knowledge of a world where science has developed, close to the world I originally lived in. It has been confirmed that there are things like parallel worlds that are the same and slightly different, traced to another history.
I shook my head unexpectedly remembering my drool and red, cloudy, bloody eyes. Even though I know it's going to break my stomach if I eat it, I can hardly forget the impression, can I?
"And then there's the demand for black steel, lead, demon nucleus and demon crystal stones, isn't there persecution?
"Yeah...... you get it very well?
"Oh, kind of. Hmmm......"
It can be said that the next step in explosives is the development of guns. It would be possible to wave the major players to embark on development if it was after sweeping away the people who would get in the way.
And if I were to develop a gunpowder type gun, I would use black steel for the barrel, which is sturdy as a material, has many craftsmen who can handle it, and is less expensive than Mithrill or Orihalcon. Black steel is an excellent material for something somewhat heavy if it does not pass magic through the barrel itself. Lead is for bullets.
I've also considered developing gunpowder guns. I was thinking about making it for Marl's protection, because that kid got to a level where he didn't need a gunpowder type pistol with his machete, sword and magic arm up. I didn't make it in the end.
He thought that Demon nuclei and Demon crystal stones could be used as an alternative ignition device to a detonator, or as a substitute for the explosive power caused by gunpowder.
You don't have to bother using expendable gunpowder to generate pressure to fly a bullet, so you can substitute it with the magic of an explosion. Because it doesn't require enough power to bomb every human being, the amount of magic consumed per shot would be insignificant. Demonic crystal stones that serve as a source of magic are no problem even if they are not that big.
If we could magically generate a firing mechanism or pressure, wouldn't the bullet be quite a streak of firing, even in the prefabricated form, supplying it from the muzzle? Using wind magic, it would be easy to silence, and maybe you could have a silenced sniper gun or something.
Or maybe if I got there, I could devise a way to supply the bullets and have a series of guns.
Huh? What good is a gun when you have a powerful means of ranged attack called magic?
That would help. As I recall, even a warring firearm had the power to penetrate armor easily if fired with the right amount of black powder. Even a demon like Troll would be able to kill him with a single blow if he had a good hit.
And the strength of the gun means that with some training, even 'no matter how weak the soldier' will be able to launch all those powerful attacks. Weird story, even the peasants who are plowing the fields there will be able to kill the troll in one blow if they train a little. It can be described as an ideal weapon for the Geppelus Royal Army, famous for its weak soldiers.
When you become a knight that can kill a Troll, you get Level 20 +, Swordsmanship Level 3 + - Knights Squad Leader. I'm also talking about getting magical support and doing it with the help of allies. Every soldier has such an offensive power, and I know exactly how powerful it would be.
There is no certainty yet, but isn't this the cause of the strong attitude of the Kingdom of Geppelus?
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