hours after leaving the Principality of Roseline. Just around the time the noon restaurant was busy, Mira was walking in the south district of St. Polly.
Unlike the central commercial district, close to the coastline and off the city, it was idle, with many factories, warehouses, etc., connecting houses and unrelated to glamour.
Oh, not here.
In that place, which could no longer be called an industrial district, Mira found a small stonewood bungalow nestled in a large group of architectural clusters.
Yes, that's the St. Polly branch of the Fifty Bells Federation.
Mira knocks on the door, even though she feels unspeakable malice in her location.
"Yes, what can I do for you?
When the door opened slightly, a seemingly plain woman appeared from it.
"Uh, lost, huh?
The woman, dressed in a uniform like a company employee and wearing black edged glasses, admits or denies Mira and smiles.
Compared to the intimidating warehouses and factories around, the branches of the Fifty Bells Federation have a rustic and familiar look. As a result, lost children often come to me for help from time to time, and when I saw Mira, it seemed like the woman would have done the same this time.
"I'm not lost or anything. I've been talking to the Branch Manager here."
Because she got lost wrong, Mira looked up at the woman with slightly more dangerous eyes.
"I'm the branch manager, but what kind of errand is it?
The woman who gave in to align her gaze gave a flickering, serious look, and stared straight at Mira. That was a calm glance, but there was a sharp light to try to discern.
"That's right. Then the conversation is quick." Light in the Woods, Peace in the Spirit. "
"... ok. Come in."
Mira said, the woman put her posture back and circled her gaze around her, quietly telling her so.
Following the woman, Mira steps into the branch as she is urged.
"I'm Matty, Branch Manager. So, what's your name?
The woman named Matty checks outside again to be vigilant as she says so in retrospect, then closes the door and locks it. Let's keep it in mind.
"I'm Mira."
Mira, who answers concisely as usual, looks around the room and goes on to say, "Even so, what a normal thing to do with the division."
Fifty Bells Federation St. Polly Branch. Whatever I saw there, it looked no different from a typical private house. The living room, which extends at the front door, is equipped with a small dining table and a cooking area. There are four doors, two of which seem to be connected to the washroom and bathroom.
The more I looked there, the less signs I felt of a branch, or office, of the organization. That is the mediocre private house itself, and no one would have thought it was a branch had there not been a sign on the table.
"I'm the only one here. So they made it easier for me to work."
Is that the case everywhere in the branches of the Fifty Bells Federation? That's what I thought, Mira, but apparently it wasn't.
According to Matty's story, there are fewer spirits near St. Polly than there were before, so there is no manpower to protect the environment where spirits live, which is what the Fifty Bells Federation does.
As a result, the maintenance of the branch was sufficient on its own and took the form of a residential combination.
If you ask what this branch is doing, the main thing seems to be experimenting with is whether the wilderness cannot be prepared for an environment where many spirits can live.
Matty originally said he was a botanist and that he dreamed of building forests in the grassless wilderness. He said he was bought the enthusiasm by the Fifty Bells Federation and became branch manager.
It's a dream that seems absurd, but if it materializes, it will lead to the expansion of the spirits' dwellings. I mean, I guess that's also a dream for the Fifty Bells League.
Naturally, that is not the only reason for the existence of the branch, but it is also used as a base for communication and exchange of information between the actual teams. However, members rarely visit because of their location on the edge of the continent.
"That motto was a communication request, wasn't it? Come here."
Matty laughed sometimes that he was going to forget the euphemism. Then he said so and opened the door in the back room. It looks like a normal private house, but there was still a branch of the Fifty Bells Federation, in that room, a hidden staircase leading to the basement.
If I followed him as I was guided, the iron door appeared, and a communicator-like device was placed in the room ahead.
"Then I'll be up there."
Quickly, Matty shut the door and went back.
A hidden room filled with Fifty Bells Federation operational units to exchange information and communicate. The walls, sofas, tables, etc. are grey and unified, but the only thing that was black was the communications machine.
(Looks similar to the old phone I saw in the museum... Speaking of which, what do we do with the transmission?)
Mira sits in the deepest part of the room, roaring in front of a black comms machine that resembles that phone. The comms themselves are almost identical to what Solomon had been sneaking up on Mira's wagon. But Mira remembers. Speaking of which, he said he had received it, but never called.
"Hmmm..."
Mira takes the receiver to try, roaring not knowing how many times it will be. Taking the receiver and then turning the number is the basis of the installed telephone.
"Not at all...... I'm not even saying it's an instruction manual, but I want you to write it down as an outgoing call on the button. I don't care."
Mira stares at several visible buttons on the comms machine, and she is alone.
"In the first place, young people forget that it's all about design and functionality."
Mira begins to zero even the stupidity of the world she was in. In addition to admiring a lot of silver men, there seemed to be some smells of personality and slightly older people.
and that's when.
'... hey... you're just a grandpa... Because it's already connected. Pfft......! You know, if you lift the receiver, it's like it's connected automatically! Kufu'
The voice of Kagra echoed from the receiver in such a way that she could not enjoy it.
"hey... what the...!?"
'Stop it, Grandpa.' Cause you seem busy. '
Mira stunned to learn that she had been asked the whole blur thing. In contrast, Kagra, the destination of the communication, seemed unable to stop laughing, and the erupting voice was heard repeatedly from the receiver.
Mira puts the receiver down with her lips pointy as if she were unfaithful and rotten, and cuts off communication.
After a while, the bell on the comms rang.
'Sorry, Grandpa.' Cause that's cowardly. '
When I took the receiver, I heard a cagra that seemed a little calm.
"As soon as I got out, I wish your Lord had just said something. Totally......"
"So sorry. So, heh, what have you been calling me about using unfamiliar machines?
Mira, still unfaithful and corrupt, speaks grudges. But there is no dust in anger. That's just like a joke, like a light mouth between friends. Kagra doesn't look bad again either, it's the same tone as usual.
"Hmm. I was going to ask for an express flight."
After that, Mira briefly explained the situation, including the help of Ecalato Carillon.
'I see. I get it. That's a trick, Grandpa! In that place, maybe five or six hours. Hurry up and send the delivery man. "
"Um, I'll wait for you"
At the end of the day, she exchanges words like that, and Mira puts down her receiver. Apparently express flights are the system whereby Kagra sends receiving personnel to the branch for each request.
(Well, I'm not free to wait here either. I've come all the way back to the corner. Shall I report it to Aaron and Cyril?)
So thinking Mira, who rose from the couch and went back upstairs, spoke to Matty and left the St. Polly branch of the Fifty Bells League when she returned again in five or six hours.
Mira is busy going to the commercial district, so I wonder what's going on. Because although I stopped by the inn Eating Sangami, I didn't know anyone.
The time, if you think about it, was around noon, when everyone was still working to gather information.
(Well, not in a hurry. At the corner, I'm going to cooperate with the investigation a little!)
Having decided earlier that she had no choice, Mira rolls out to the city in a detective mood, hoping to run into someone by chance.
Nevertheless, it is well established that it is a mission, Mira. There's nothing too floating, and I'm seriously interested in detectives.
That's how the number is. I came to the art shop... when I was infiltrating and eavesdropping on the conversation between the customers, a story came in that attracted Mira's ears.
"It's that auction day, but did you save money?
"Oh, I don't know. I can't wait."
Mira was listening in the shadows where two big men were whispering something like that.
(Ho, auction? People gather where things gather. Then we'll gather the information again.)
Short circuit… Mira, who intuitively thought so, decides to look into the auction.
"Oh, I'd like to ask you something."
Mira talks to two big guys at the beginning and asks about the auction she was talking about earlier. But when the two men had a bad look on their face, they had to know what they were talking about and left early enough.
What do you mean? It wasn't like I was nervous because I was cute. Hmm, is there something you can't say publicly?)
I mean, isn't the auction an auction or an auction with darkness on your head? Mira, who so predicted from the attitude of the men, giggles in the corner of the art shop.
(Dark auction. It sounds really fascinating!)
Mira, who saw the suspicion as excellent, summoned Words Lambail to activate the optical camouflage. I chose people whose faces were bad with arbitrariness and prejudice, and listened to their conversations.
Sometimes trespassing in the name of investigation is repeated and information about the dark auction is explored for about an hour. It turns out that there are various things.
First, the event is in a week's time.
And the story is that most of the sellers at this dark auction are adventurers.
The purpose of the auction seems to be to convert critical items obtained during dungeons and adventures into money that cannot be traded in excess.
However, they said that there were not critical items inside, and that there was a mixture of completely illegal items. It is an instrument of curse, such as materials classified as holy beasts, forbidden books, and prohibited poisons.
However, whether the operation is excellent, it is a large auction of a thousand people, and although it has been held more than a dozen times in the past, there has never been a single control.
And nobody seemed to know who the organizer was.
(It stinks. This is going to need to be explored thoroughly.)
Now that the adventurers have been found to be involved in something, Mira will expand her range of action to look around them.
Dozens of minutes later, Mira had finally searched the venue, letting the optical camouflage say something and stepping dignified into the private property into the back. Optical camouflage with minimal use time to preserve complete cover, but still practical enough, Mira is really good at it without anyone noticing.
And Mira stopped in front of a prefabricated cabin lined up in the suburbs. There are ten huts lined up there the size of which would allow about four people to live.
From what I've seen, it looks like the rest and residence of the warehouse numbers that manage the nearby warehouse group, but according to the information purchased, there is a vast basement in the far right cabin, which seems to be the venue.
If I looked around, I could see there were people dressed in small, beautiful clothes that were not similar to warehouse work.
Are they involved in running the auction? Having guessed so, Mira infiltrates the prefabricated cabin after the most seemingly awesome man of all.
Inside the cabin, it was an even mediocre studio.
But a hidden staircase appears on the floor when a man pushes in the wall decorations. And it closed as soon as the man went down.
(Hmm. Lately, I feel like I have something to do with hiding ○ ○ …)
If you manipulate it immediately, the man who goes ahead may notice. With that in mind, Mira waits for a while, checks well with Biosensing, and then goes down the hidden stairs.
The basement we reached was so vast that it would be more accurate, such as an underground facility.
(Holy crap... Isn't this the light of the Spirit)
The passage, solidly consolidated with stone, is so bright that it is no different from the outside. Looking up, Mira felt the power of the Light Spirit from the lighting there.
Lighting utilizing light spirits. Mira, seeing the same thing she saw at the entrance to Senki's burial ground, gives a sure look and lifts the end of her mouth.
(This could be a hit)
In the facility, people look different from time to time.
Mira turns away from the detective mood and searches the facility with her thieving feet to avoid being noticed.
In one room, auction items were collected. Some of them were actually black, including the seemingly unidentifiable.
In order to obtain more detailed information, Mira cleared her ears of conversations between those involved in the dark auction and found out who she was at the same time (...). This is only possible because she cannot see from the other party and can then confirm her face from the front.
He's...
As she was carefully walking down the aisle, Mira stops to see a familiar man somewhere.
A man with a look such as a beautiful young man, who I didn't like at all, passed by without noticing Mira.
Isaac Meyer?... well, sure then)
The name of the man I found out about was Isaac Meyer. Yes, he was a misguided sorcerer in rescuing Angelique and escaping from the warehouse district of the Melville Chamber of Commerce.
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