115 – Suspicious informant
“under.”
Cherie was surprised at first, but soon a sneering smile appeared on her face.
“That, kid- Ah. No. What was it… Ah, yes. Number 338.”
“It’s number 348.”
“Oh, yes. Number 348. Sorry, sorry.”
“And Ceylon.”
“What is it? Which of the two is your real name?”
“That’s a very difficult problem. I think I was confused too.”
“It’s a joke. Anyway. Number 348. I did speak a little thicker. But there’s no such thing as this.”
“After all, it’s number 348… By the way, there’s nothing like this. What are you talking about?”
Cherier pointed at the paper with information written on it in Ceylon’s hand with a chin.
“Let’s refrain from emotional behaviors that try to complicate things by making ridiculous bravado that hurt our self-esteem, that’s it.”
Cherier dismissed Ceylon’s claim to know how to interpret information as bravado, out of embarrassment at his sarcastic attitude.
If you’re an academy freshman, it’s when your ego is at its most bloated.
That will be too.
The hounds were talented people that Sinia gathered by mobilizing the power of the Ain Academy instructor to the fullest to track down Harasin.
Veteran mercenaries, high-ranking adventurers, and even those with the rank of master in the information guild belonged to it.
The level is average 5 stars, maximum 6 stars.
It was a code that all those hounds had been clinging to for the past few days and hadn’t been able to crack it.
You say you look at such passwords at a glance and unlock them right away?
A kid who just entered the academy?
Who is this stupid guy?
It was something Cherier couldn’t believe.
“Let’s do this. I’ll apologize first. I’m sorry for speaking harshly to you, Mr. Sinia’s disciple. I’m sorry. I’ll refrain from throwing things like this from now on. Despite what he looks like, he’s pretty sweet-natured? At least in our hounds. I don’t know if you get what I mean.”
right!
Ceylon snapped her fingers and said lightly.
“I’m telling you to be careful not to get caught in front of the hounds!”
right!
Cherier snapped her fingers and answered lightly.
“There’s a reason you’ve caught my eye, Mr. Sinia! If you teach one, you’ll know ten! Is this the top of the academy entrance exam!?”
The response was incomparably better than when I said ‘I have the decryption method you guys want’.
It makes you forget and ignore even the purpose in front of your eyes!
‘I’m sure of the performance of the trait.’
Ceylon replied, admiring his own magical power (?) created by his characteristics.
“Cherrye’s advice! I’ll keep it in the depths of my heart. Then, Mr. Cherrier. May I take the time to find out whether or not I dare to ask Mr. Cherrier something!?”
“…”
Cherier tilted her head at Ceylon’s words.
It was overly cautious, but for some reason, it was strangely thick.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“If I just went wrong. How should I act when I give information to Mr. Cherier and you hounds?”
“Information? Are you sure you know how to interpret that information?”
“For now, yes.”
“…”
Cherier looked at Cynia.
Cynia nodded.
“This is won…”
Cherie scratched her head with a disapproving face.
‘How did Mr. Sina come to such an idiot…’
Cherie knew the skills of her hunting dog companions, so she trusted Xinia’s discernment.
So confused.
Why did someone the size of Cynia pay attention to such an idiot?
Cherie wanted to reject the information that that kid had with a single stroke.
Information is like a double-edged sword; it can stab others, but it can also stab itself.
Ceylon was a kid who had just entered the academy, and was a commoner.
It was clear that the information he was able to obtain would be insignificant.
In the perilous task of chasing down Harashin, to believe the trivial information brought by that idiot?
It was like an act of collective suicide.
More than anything.
Cherry’s pride was hurt.
Now, in a situation where they, the hounds, were not making much progress, the intervention of an outsider called Ceylon felt like scolding the hounds for their lack of ability.
Even if Sinia had no such intention.
so-called entitlement.
For those reasons, Cherier wanted to reject Ceylon’s involvement.
Unfortunately, however, Ceylon was an informant brought by Sinia.
Openly ignoring Ceylon is ignoring Sinia’s face.
“under…”
Cherie let out a deep sigh.
“Yeah, well. Let’s listen. Before that-“
Cherier said to Cynia.
“Sinia, let’s move to our seats. Everyone is waiting.”
***
The place where Ceylon moved along with Cherier and Cynia was a bar located in District 4.
He looked around the tavern, which smelled of sweat, alcohol, and greasy food.
At sunset, the bar was full of people who had just finished work.
All of them were already drunk and their faces were red, and the waitresses were busy filling empty glasses and bowls.
Normal atmosphere, no different from other pubs.
That atmosphere changes 180 degrees the moment you enter a private room on the second floor along with Sina.
In the room that had been renovated to feel like a hideout, six people with an extraordinary atmosphere were spread out randomly in the room.
Someone was lying on the sofa.
Someone was sitting on the bed, trimming a dagger.
Someone leaned against the wall, immersed in contemplation.
Someone was sitting in front of the desk, holding an open notebook and staring intently at it.
The moment they found Sinia, they lightly nodded and bowed.
Seeing them, Ceylon felt for a moment, ‘The boss is here, but look at the bastards-‘.
But looking at it, the atmosphere of the organization seemed basically horizontal and free.
‘It feels a bit like a Silicon Valley startup.’
The hunting dog’s gaze, which had bowed to Sinia, then turned to Ceylon.
Sinia naturally stands next to Ceylon and starts introducing.
“Now, everyone~ Please pay attention first. This is the new informant I mentioned, number 348~ It’s quite a reliable source~ I hope everyone will respect us number 348~”
Perhaps because of the horizontal atmosphere, Sinia’s request to respect Ceylon was not well received.
As the name suggests, the hounds looked at every corner of Ceylon, as if they were looking for a new dog in their pack.
Without fail, the characteristics of Ceylon were working hard.
After light exploration, the hounds generously looked down on Ceylon.
“Are we to believe the information he brought?”
under.
Chit.
Kww.
The hounds expressed their displeasure and displeasure with different sounds.
It was a matter of pride.
When the hounds weren’t performing as they should, the owner brought in a new dog.
Existing hounds had no choice but to be uncomfortable with the new dog.
“Cynia.”
At that time, while the other hounds laughed at Ceylon eagerly, the hound that was concentrating on the notebook spread on the table alone quietly called Sina.
An impressive woman with an eyepatch covering her left eye and a scar protruding beyond the eyepatch.
She was the first person Sinia considered when setting up a hound, and she was a classmate of Sinia and an academy guild master at the same time.
She is the one who actually leads the hounds on behalf of Sinia, who is busy with her day job.
It was Solar.
“That document, I think I’ve interpreted it. Come and have a look.”
“what!?’
“You solved it!?”
At Sola’s words, Sinia and the hounds approached her and looked at the notebook.
The Hound was currently tracking the movement of Harasin, who was captured in the ‘Rotten Street’, a back alley in District 4.
They raided a small criminal group believed to be related to Harasin, and in the process obtained encrypted documents believed to be traces of communication with Harasin.
As the master of the information guild, Sola analyzed the document using all of her information about Harasin and the information of criminal organizations in the underworld.
“Ohhh…!”
“is it!”
As Sola explained how she had deciphered the code, admiration leaked out from the hounds.
“Oh… As expected, Mr. Solar…”
Cherier also expressed pure admiration, contrary to Ceylon.
Of course, there was a difference between an outsider solving a problem with information and a colleague solving a problem.
“So. The black market of the rotten streets. I think something will come out if I rob it, Sina. What do you think?”
“hmm…”
At Solar’s question, Sinia drool for a while and pondered.
“Number 348? What do you think?”
You’re asking that guy’s opinion here!?
The hounds, which had been waiting for Sinia’s answer, glared at Ceylon with an aggressive gaze.
“Ha ha ha… Everyone…? Excuse me…?”
Ceylon approached Sola with a servile smile as if she was intimidated by their gaze.
“Wait, excuse me…! I will…”
I carefully squeezed through the hounds standing near Sola, and poked my face out to examine Sola’s notebook.
“…”
Seeing his bewildered appearance, the hounds’ gaze at him became more ferocious.
“Hmm… By any chance, could I see the original documents that were obtained during the crime syndicate raid?”
“For what reason is the original?”
Solar, who had been staring at Ceylon with a strange gaze while leaning against the back of her chair, asked back.
“Hmm… everyone? How much do you know about Harassin?”
“What kid? At least more than you-“
This time, the hound was always distracted, and for a moment.
From noble mtl dot com
Sinia and Solar held him back at the same time.
Solar nodded.
Go on.
“As you may already know, the group called Harasin is divided into eight branches, centered around eight leaders called the Eight Arms.”
“Hoo…”
At Ceylon’s words, Solar’s expression showed interest.
What Ceylon said just now was information that belonged to a fairly high level of information about Harashin.
‘That kid knows about eight arms.’
Where did that kid get such advanced information?
Solar began to look different from that sloppy kid.
“So, why are you talking about the eight arms all of a sudden? No way, the eight arms use different codes. You know all about them- you’re not talking about anything like that, are you?”
One of the hounds sneered.
The time when other hounds tried to sympathize with him with a laugh.
right!
Ceylon snapped his fingers at the hound that was mocking him.
“That’s it.”
“…what?”
At that time, Sinia received the original copy of the coded document from Sola and handed it to Ceylon.
“thank you.”
Upon receiving it, Ceylon raised his hand and said.
“Now, here. Is there anyone who would be willing to shed blood for this group?”
“…”
No hounds answered Ceylon’s words.
With a smiley face, a voice that sounds like someone was tickling it.
He had a knack for making the other person feel like he was talking nonsense no matter what he said.
“Me~ me~”
The only one who pretended to listen to him was Sina.
She raised her right arm and waved it.
“Ah, Instructor Cynia is a bit like that.”
“Huh~? Why~?”
Instead of answering Sinia’s words, Ceylon tilted his head and reached for the sword at his waist.
“What are you doing?”
The hound right next to Ceylon confirmed it and quickly drew a dagger from his bosom and aimed it at him.
“Oh, thank you!”
Far from shrinking or panicking, Ceylon looked at the dagger pointed at him as if it went well.
-wickedness!
“Ceylon!?”
Sinia was embarrassed and called out his real name instead of a nickname (?).
“What, what are you doing…!?”
“Sir, Mr. Sinia, I didn’t do anything!?”
Ceylon put the palm of his hand on the dagger that had been pointed at him, and then cut himself.
-Thuduk tuk tuk tuk
The blood from Ceylon’s palm soaked the tabletop as drizzle wets the ground.
“No. 348, what the hell are you doing…!”
Ceylon grinned.
So, he was so flustered that he interrupted Sinia, who was worried about him.
“…”
“…”
The hounds were no longer looking at Ceylon with disapproval.
“…”
Even Solar was looking at Ceylon with a clear expression of bewilderment.
“Now, everyone. Can you look over here?”
Ceylon held up his blood-stained palms and showed them to the audience like a magician.
He then drew a circle with the palm of his hand resting on the original of the document.
The document was immediately soaked in blood.
“What, what…!”
Damaging that important data!
Originally, the hounds and Solar would have gone wild all the way, but they just showed their astonishment with their expressions.
Before he knew it, the atmosphere of the place was completely over him.
To the stupid, narrow-eyed kid.
“Excuse me for a minute.”
Ceylon brought the bloodless end of the document to the cigarette in his mouth by a hound.
– Hurreuk
The document caught fire.
A shadow fell on Ceylon’s face.
His narrow-eyed expression, which had only seemed bewildered, suddenly felt ominous.
“ah.,..”
Anyway, that’s not okay.
I don’t know what information might be left in the original document!
It was at that time that Solar, who had come to her senses, was hastily trying to retrieve the document.
– Phat!
As if the wrapping paper had been peeled off, the surface of the document flew away.
“uh!?”
“What is that…!”
In Ceylon’s hand was a new piece of paper that was neither bloodstained nor scorched.
It was a document with completely different information than before.
“This…”
A unique way of interpreting Harasin’s documents?
Even Solar, who had been a master of the Information Guild for many years, was also new to this information.
“This is the first time I’ve heard of this…”
Sola muttered with a face as if possessed by an evil spirit.
Ceylon nodded, saying he understood Solar’s reaction.
‘Of course I’ll hear it for the first time.’
How to decipher Harassin’s documents.
It was to inject mana containing the energy of negativity, which is the secret of assassination, according to the specific format engraved in the document.
The bloody, ignited, fuss-worthy thing hides it at the same time-
It was a gimmick to make it look plausible.
Ceylon’s intention worked well.
“…”
In their eyes, Ceylon was no longer a silly man with a silly laugh.
At first glance, it looks insidious, and at first glance it looks mean.
With such a doubtful smile-
He was a very suspicious man.
– Boom
– Boom
Bloody hands and tabletop.
And a clean, spotless smile.
The two made perfect harmony.
“Ah-cha-cha, did you cut too deep? Does anyone have a bandage?”
No hound could now belittle his insignificance for what it was.
The hounds looked at something wearing a dog’s mask with wariness, and sometimes even fear.
Ceylon casually intimidating people without him knowing.