128 – Bait – 2
Cordelia thought. She said that if she was the Mikhail she knew, she would never make the choice to leave it in the hands of others. She is usually very passive and seems to love her daily routine, but when the people around her get involved, she becomes a different person.
It was the same with Lily and Hestia. She seems to believe that she herself is a planned and cool-headed person… , No matter how much you think about Mikhail, Cordelia saw him as the type whose body moved first when it was important. He takes it as he pleases, and then attaches a plausible excuse. She believes in that excuse herself.
“I’ll leave it to the guards for now.”
That’s why Cordelia was able to reach the truth at once. Ah, this is a story with the intention of reassuring us and trying to do something on our own. It will act alone without our knowledge.
In a sense, you could say that Cordelia is the most insightful of the four. Hestia gets something written over her eyes when only her Mikhail is involved. Lily… , In Cordelia’s opinion, the shrewdness she sometimes displayed was something close to her miraculousness, not insight. She did, however, show Mikhail’s unusual sharpness. I don’t notice.
Realizing that Mikhail had other thoughts behind him, Cordelia decided to keep an eye on her. As soon as she was scolded by Hestia, there were also times when she was upset at the way she planned her personal actions, and there were times when it was not right for her to sit still and wait. In fact, even at this moment, her friends must be taking that suspicious medicine.
Then the sun disappeared. Today is a darker night than usual because the moon has also disappeared. Cordelia, in her dubious mind, agreed to watch Mikhail for one night only. She will have to give up her class the next day to sleep, but lately she’s been wandering around the streets at night, so she’s missed her class so much that it’s hard to keep up. She doesn’t care if she doesn’t take classes one more day. She had no regrets about her s*xuality.
Quite a while after sunset had passed, and as curfew approached, Cordelia sneaked out of her room. At the beginning of the semester, she diligently followed the dormitory regulations such as curfew, but as she entered her second semester, there was a fact that the vast majority of students realized. Except for really important and basic rules, such as not trespassing on the dormitories of the opposite s*x, no pets, and the like, most of the dormitory rules are nameless.
Especially when it comes to curfews, she didn’t care about anything unless she had an accident. But that doesn’t mean it’s okay to go out and get caught. In fact, if you didn’t attract the attention of the housekeeper or guards by talking too loudly or running around, you wouldn’t get caught in the first place.
So Cordelia had the confidence that if Mikhail was going to do something, she would do it after her curfew, out of sight of Hestia. Hestia was still one of the very few students who strictly abide by the dormitory regulations.
And sure enough, Cordelia found Mikhail among the rogue students who were escaping the school gates one by one under the cover of darkness. She was wearing a mask and a shabby robe that covered her entire face, but as soon as she saw her, she knew that it was Mikhail. Isn’t that a natural thing? Unlike the other students who disappear into the darkness in an instant with a nonchalant attitude as if they are used to this, who else is the man in suspicious clothes who constantly glances around?
Cordelia unconsciously placed her hand on her forehead. Yeah, it’s definitely better than the last girl’s dorm break-in. A little too much.
I wear a mask and robe like that because I want to avoid the eyes of others and hide my identity. The problem is that Mikhail alone stands out too much. Such an outfit would be common only in a black market where I’ve only heard about it, but honestly, it’s too much to say that it’s the clothes of a delinquent who wants to sneak out of a dormitory and enjoy a night out. He is faithful to the purpose of hiding his identity, but what is the meaning of that? I’m a very suspicious person. It’s like advertising.
I can’t just leave it like this. Cordelia thought that she should be more in tune with Mikhail’s deviations. It was a kind of duty. Her internal evaluation of Mikhail, who had gone down enough to go down with the dorm incident, went down a bit more. It’s definitely missing a screw in an important part. If you walk around the streets alone at night and hear rumors somewhere else or get chased by guards…. It’s a future I don’t want to think too much about. She shook her head, dispelling her needlessly anxious thoughts.
Anyway, thanks to that slightly conspicuous appearance, Cordelia had no difficulty in secretly following Mikhail. As expected, Mikhail’s footsteps headed for her back alley. She wondered if she herself was being observed like this, but Cordelia felt a strange feeling at the completely reversed situation.
He wandered around her back alleys for a while. It would be good to use the expression that he wandered or wandered. Like a person whose goal is not to set a destination, but just to wander the back alleys.
Cordelia was able to quickly recognize Mikhail’s true purpose. Meeting a suspicious merchant who appears out of nowhere in a back alley and sells drugs to students. Isn’t that what she was doing every night until just a few days ago?
However, the merchant never showed up. Originally, this is the case with all businesses that sell illegal goods. When you first break through a deal, you have to borrow someone else’s acquaintance or die. The first method is, of course, elimination, so in the end, the only thing left is to fill it with your body.
Cordelia nodded her head in her heart. Wouldn’t it be a little unfair if Mikhail found it in one day what she had finally found after wandering for days and just before giving up?
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And Cordelia’s thoughts disappeared as Mikhail wandered the streets at night for as little as a week. Although she was forced to cover it up with makeup she had never worn before, her under eyes were noticeably darker than before.
Both physically and mentally, he was not usually tired. No matter how much Hestia had to deal with Mikhail’s problems, even if the gun would fall, it was difficult and difficult to cheat on her by ignoring her for a week. During the day, she dealt with the two of them with a casual expression, and at night, sneaking out of the dormitory and wandering around the back alleys, life was not as exciting as she thought.
As if Mikhail was not tired, he was still wandering outside every night, looking for vendors selling drugs. She honestly thought a few times that she should just give up and leave it to herself, she did.
However, there is a huge difference between those who can do anything when a crisis hits and those who can do nothing but pray. It was a fact that Hestia felt bitterly the last time Hestia was nearly in trouble. She didn’t want to be a person who only prayed. And if she’d been following along this far, she’d had a little bit of giddiness and vehemence that she would have to see with her own eyes what he was doing with her merchant.
There are many times that I almost got caught. It’s because she went around hiding as much as possible that Mikhail was hiding his power. If she was like the usual Mikhail, she would have been caught a long time ago. She’s nothing short of nerdy when it comes to her tailing skills.
After such a draining life, Mikhail finally found a suspicious merchant. A hood that covered her face, and a loose robe that completely covered her body. She seemed to be a little different in height from the merchant she had seen, but her impression was the same.
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Mikhail opened his mouth in an awkward acting tone. Perhaps because of his nervousness, his throat was locked and he had to clear his throat with a cough.
“So, keuheum…. I have heard rumors.”
“Are you a new guest?”
“I heard they sell drugs.”
“I did come to the right place. But um… , The clothes are a little too much.”
The merchant looked Mikhail up and down. Isn’t he wrapped up tighter than himself? Since he was reducing the radius of activity and the timing to avoid being caught as much as possible, customers who heard rumors and jumped on their own feet rather than introductions from other customers were a bit unusual. Even so, this was the first time I had a guest like this. Besides the fact that he simply wrapped his skin tight, he felt unwell for some reason. His sense of smell tends to improve after a long period of dangerous work. He smelled very dangerous from him.
“Does it matter? I have enough money.”
“Not important. I don’t know much about the physiology of this world, but trust is more important than money.”
“Even like this?”
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Mikhail pulled out a small pouch from his bosom and untied his mouth. He spilled the contents of the pouch on the floor. The eyes of the sullen merchant widened.
“This, this.”
“I don’t know if you’ll recognize them, but they’re all real gems. The raw stones and craftsmanship are of the highest quality.”
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Mikhail tried hard to chew on the disapproving expression and tone. It was something he wanted to save for a while. But the effect seemed certain. Beyond the merchant’s trembling voice, overflowing greed was felt. With a jewel of that size, you can eat a lot of leftovers even if you take just a little bit from the part dedicated to the boss. In the end, he decided to be a little more honest with his immediate greed than with his intuition.
“I said earlier that trust is more important than money, but do you know what is more important than trust?”
“What is it?”
“More money than that trust.”
The merchant let out a snobbish laugh through his hood. Mikhail wrinkled his expression behind his mask. It’s obvious that these types of people are, but I didn’t expect them to be so blatant. He knew something he didn’t want to know.
“Is this enough for the price?”
“Not enough, overflowing.”
“What should I do when I run out of medicine?”
The merchant put his hand into his chest. Mikhail licked his dry lips. Up to this point, the plan had been successfully carried out as he had envisioned. If only I could find a way to make contact here next time….
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“Who are you!”
And at that moment, I sensed something on the other side of the alley. It was the merchant who raised his voice. Mikhail tried to react in an instant, but he decided that if he showed his skills like that, the plan he had led so well would completely collapse, so he calmly acted as if he was stiff in the unexpected situation.
-Meow
The moment the merchant and Mikhail finally drew their weapons from their arms and lifted them up, a rustling sound and a cat’s cry echoed again in the same position. The two paused at the same time. The first to relax was the merchant.
“It was a cat.”
The merchant let out a sigh of relief. He handed Mikhail a small note.
“If you burn it, you will see the location and password. Don’t forget to burn it after you’ve seen it all.”
“Are you sure?”
“If I am not sure, what can I do? Don’t be suspicious, just go in.”
The merchant, who was completely fooled by Mikhail’s just pretending to be stiff, scolded him for no reason.
Okay, Mikhail was smiling as he saw that the week’s hard work had somehow paid off.