flstandardbreds Chapter 172 The City of Freedom, Kunozchi 4
Chapter 172 The City of Freedom, Kunozchi 4
The world of dream parties always seems especially fleeting.
Before I could even eat the chicken leg in the bowl, the dream was abruptly ended.
The burly man bound with "Antique Hall" was awakened by a basin of water. When he woke up, he was tightly tied to a chair. The room he was in was pitch black, and he could hardly see anything, but from the few places he could make out, there was blood everywhere.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.
At his feet were various instruments of torture, and the red charcoal on the iron clamp was the only light source in the entire room.
"Waaaah!" The big man was instinctively horrified, but his mouth was suddenly covered again.
“I’ll ask you a question, you answer it. If you say one more word, I’ll put this charcoal in your mouth.” A fierce-looking girl was glaring at him from directly in front of him.
The big man recognized him; this was the man who had offered him the cigarette lighter.
"Who are you?" Elena took out the towel that was covering his mouth.
"Aren't you afraid of our Antique Hall... Ahh ...
No—even if the association members use torture, they still have to follow procedures. Why aren't you playing by the rules?
I just showed my loyalty appropriately, and then I gave in to your carrot-and-stick approach. Isn't that how it always goes according to the script?
There's no such thing as starting with a big stick, a big stick, a big stick.
No, don't burn my handsome face with that thing.
"My name is Sherman, my home is in XXXX, I'm the third-in-command at the Antique Shop, I can tell you everything... no, no, no..."
The guy who called himself Sherman swore he'd never spoken so fast in his life.
"The location of the Antique Hall headquarters, and the specific details of your boss," Elena continued. "Don't lie. Your accomplices have already confessed. If I find anything different from what they said... heh heh... you know what I mean."
“What if they’re deceiving you?” Sherman asked nervously.
“Then let’s all go to hell together. You know the prisoner’s dilemma, right? I think you guys definitely won’t let me down,” Elena explained without changing her expression.
Our leader's name is Laplace, she is XXXX.
Originally determined, he immediately told her everything he knew, and Elena almost found out the color of Laplace's underwear without asking any further questions.
This third-in-command didn't seem to know the full plan either. He only knew that after the street riots, he just needed to get into the shops and do the free shopping. Laplace would hold off the association members for a while, and the rest of the small fry would be easy for Sherman and the others to deal with.
After all, almost everyone is in a "heat" state, so there's not much that would stop them.
After Sherman revealed all the information, he happily went to attend the party in his dream.
Elena played with the "charcoal" in her hand and walked out of the "torture chamber".
"I thought there would be a lot of trouble, but they confessed everything just by being scared a little," Elena complained, then used magic to dismantle the toy in her hand.
Simulating a piece of red-hot charcoal is not too difficult for her.
Setting up a similar torture chamber would only take her a few minutes. As long as the atmosphere was right, it didn't matter if the rest of the room was a little simple.
She still had many ways to interrogate him, but Sherman had already told her everything before she could even use them.
Those interrogation methods were actually fraud-related and did not involve violence—because logically, she had no right to use vigilante justice against the suspect, although in a place like Kunoz where the law is extremely free, using vigilante justice is not a big deal.
But I still try to avoid things like having blood on my hands; everyone has a bit of a cleanliness obsession.
Originally, Qin might have been the one to do this job, but Elena was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle it properly and might knock the person out, so she took over herself.
……
What a perfect plan.
A curly-haired woman, who looked very sophisticated, was fiddling with something in a basement.
First, they used a special method from their antique shop to swap the souls of the two people. In this way, the witch warrior originally sent by one association would be transferred into the body of another person who had no magical abilities.
The other person, who has no magic at all, would find it difficult to perform at the level of a witch, even if they have the body of a witch.
After all, magic requires memorizing incantations; it can't be released just by bodily instinct.
Moreover, at the same time, out of human curiosity, that person will inevitably open the Pandora's box he prepared in advance—so that the street will descend into a pornographic riot.
Taking advantage of this moment, his subordinates went straight in—while he sent an undercover agent lurking in the Magic Integration Association to deal with another group of his men for a while, and thus the perfect robbery plan was born.
Everything was under her control. Everything happening now was unfolding exactly as planned.
What she loved most was seeing the frustrated expressions of those incompetent mages in the association, helpless against the power of her Antique Hall. So what if those damned mages know magic? I can still manipulate them like puppets.
Swirling her wine glass, she gazed at the moon from the windowsill, thinking that Sherman would probably be back soon.
Just then, she saw the full moon, which had been emitting white light, suddenly grow larger and larger.
“Even the moon is happy for me,” Laplace laughed drunkenly, raising his glass. “Want to have a drink together?”
But the moon seems to be getting bigger.
that……
By the time Laplace realized what was happening, the moon was already right in her face. It wasn't the moon at all, but a sphere that was hurtling straight toward her.
Even Elena was surprised that her casual strike went unnoticed.
He was still raising his glass and talking nonsense.
Is it because they're not afraid?
As expected, Laplace, who was hit by the sphere, not only saw many moons, but also many stars.
"Who? Who attacked me?" Laplace covered his head and looked around.
"Are you Laplace?" Elena asked.
"who are you?"
“It seems so. Hand over the antidote for that magical dust,” Elena continued.
"How did you find my place?" Laplace stared at the gray-haired witch and her entourage, lost in thought. Where had his flawless plan gone wrong?
Your loyal subordinates have all confessed; how did I find you? It seems this leader isn't as clever as he thought.
If she resists fiercely, it could be troublesome to take action. Of course, it would be troublesome if there's a promise not to use the strategic weapon, Jean, first—Irena had already asked Jean to refrain from using force before that.
He always handled things so roughly that Amysia started to think she was a spineless, good-for-nothing. She had to earn back that impression herself.
While Elena was still thinking about how to quickly defeat Laplace, she found her collapsing, foaming at the mouth.
Hey?
Playing dead?
Is playing dead going to help?
But soon Elena noticed that two more people slowly emerged from behind Laplace's collapsed body.
Is he the mastermind behind it all?
I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Sure enough, Laplace was just the figurehead; the real bosses were the other two. That's how it's always written in novels.
I was wondering why Laplace looked so silly.
While Elena was still imagining more...
"Huh? Teacher Shira?" Saya, who was being supported by Emnessia's body, asked in confusion.
Sheila? Saya's witch teacher? This was actually the first time Irena had met her; before that, she had only heard of her.
“Irena, it’s been a long time.” Standing next to the blonde woman who was holding a pipe and puffing out white smoke, presumably named Sheila, was another dark-haired woman, whom Irena knew very well.
"Teacher Fran?" Elena asked incredulously.