When I asked why the regressor was quiet, it seemed that he was reading a subtle tributary felt on the ground. Perhaps thanks to Jizan's power, the returner instinctively realized that he had arrived at the destination.
“If it’s here, it’s the northeastern stopover. Everyone be quiet.”
The regressor, who had concentrated all his senses in his body, put his finger on his lips. I just said the word.
“This is an order from Mr. Shay. everyone be quiet Mopping makes no sound, so keep going.”
“… You be quiet.”
The Northeast landing was noisy. As if the aftermath of the chase from the other side had not reached here, I could feel the busy presence of the laborers concentrating on their work. Clap, clap. The noise of a huge crane making a rough metal noise and grabbing the container was so loud that it even reached inside.
In the midst of all kinds of noises, a very subtle popularity chuck headed this way. The regressor was the first to detect it.
“Wait, someone is approaching this way.”
Tyr, who had only a very fragmented knowledge of the laborers and the stopovers, asked with a mysterious expression.
“I heard that this is definitely a place to deliver large parcels. Aren’t you a worker who came to pack your luggage?”
“no. Our container is heading south, so we won't even look at it from the northeast.”
“Then what are they? Aren't you coming this way?”
“It’s one of them. Or the military that came to check us. if not… The Resistance is looking for us for other reasons.”
The regressor put his finger on the handle of Cheon Aeng with a gloomy attitude. If it turns out to be an enemy, to immediately subdue it.
Now, whether the opponent is the resistance or the military, I read their thoughts one beat ahead of time, writing mind-reading while waiting for the returnees.
'Ah, why do we have to work here?'
'So. I'd rather be doing more productive activities on this occasion.'
Because you don't know what the world will be like, saying it's fun is only a pathetic gesture to win even a spiritual victory.
Because, reading thoughts, I am not very bored.
'Why are the Tantalus jailbreakers here chasing the military? Nonsense.'
'Rumors say it contains Sijo. The primordial vampires can't help us, can they? If I wanted to fight the military, I would call the kinsmen of the principality. Or, make us all into a family and use it.'
'If it wasn't for the Princess' orders.'
As a mind reader, I guarantee. Knowing the answer in advance and guessing it is fun enough. To counter it, read your mind.
The voice of my heart murmured over me. Well, there's no room for a mistake, no matter how much I think about it, it seems that that's the Resistance.
The returner was right. Resistance is a person who, if not all, is in a fairly high position… He seemed to be stretching his feet here and there to seize the opportunity. How long has it been since you had a conflict with the military?
As with all resistances, it was when they came close to having a sense of purpose compared to their ambition.
“Hey, there! Aren't you in the process of checking your mind right now? Check it out quickly!”
A loud voice was heard urging them from the other side of the landing. was the supervisor.
The regressor's expression hardened at the word “checkpoint”. At the same time, strength entered the hand holding the cherry tree.
'Is it a checkpoint? Shit, things go awry if you get caught here. If the Far East forces rush to the headquarters right now, they will meet in the middle. Should I run away now?'
Oh, this. Dangerous.
In fact, this is not a checkpoint that pinpoints us. This is a regular inspection that usually occurs in semi-wartime situations. If we had known that we were riding on a meta-conveyor belt, the manager would have gone through the containers, not the laborers.
However, the regressor does not know whether it is the soldiers who have been ordered by the head of the Kwanliso or the resistance in disguise disguised as laborers outside. So, the moment they see them, they might swing a thousand cherry trees.
“Yes Yes! I'll check it out soon!”
“going!”
An answer came from outside the container. it was close They approached the container, grunting inwardly so that only me could hear it.
'We are the resistance, what is the checkpoint!'
'After all, there will be no one! Who gets into the container?'
'Sheesh! just try to get up All of you military pigs are ssegeung, ssgeung!'
Before that, you looked like you were going to get used up first. For a returnee who is very nervous.
I can't. I have to go first.
iron crap. The sound of the container lock being released is heard. The iron block that has been interlocked is released, and a tension lingers inside the container.
A returner who took one step closer while holding a cherry blossom. As I approached the door earlier, I raised my finger and carefully tapped the container wall.
tock. Todo dodo dodo dodo. tock tock.
Once, six times, twice. It seems meaningless, but a number that has become a secret password for the Resistance.
When I heard a chuckle from the inside, I could feel a shuddering look from the other side.
'uh? Who's the signal?'
'Wait, really… ?'
It is common sense to run away or report to the supervisor if you feel popular. However, instead of retreating, they approached, looking around with great tension. A trembling hand unlocked the container lock. Then suddenly, the door opened to the left and right, and two crooked-looking laborers appeared.
Clear resistance… In fact, other than that, they are no different from ordinary laborers.
We were reflected in their sight. The two looked at our faces with trembling eyes, and when they heard a voice from the other side, they jumped in surprise.
“Is the inspection over?”
My decision to go out and welcome them was an excellent choice. If I hadn't reduced the shock beforehand, they might have screamed in surprise.
One of the laborers stuttered in reply.
“Ah, uh, here… . No problem!”
“Then close it! The next container is coming!”
“Yes!”
While shouting with a trembling voice, the other hurriedly held out a folded piece of paper from within. As I accepted it, I shook my head slightly and closed the container door extremely politely.
A dreadful thought echoed through the closed door.
'Why is this real?'
'After all, you're a princess! Are you even predicting this? ! Is noble blood really something different?'
thud. shudder. At the end of the sound of the lock lock, Gicheok moved away again. Darkness returned to the container, and it began to pass through the middle of the loud noise of the stopover.
While I breathed a sigh of relief, the regressor strode forward and patted me on the shoulder. It was a nice touch, but it was a little painful.
Find out one more reason why you don't have friends.
“You were surprised by your sudden departure! Talk ahead and act!”
“It was urgent. Rather than that, I was surprised too, can’t you tell me in advance and hit me?”
“uh? Can you talk and hit me?”
“Looking at what you are saying, there is no hope for me. Just hit me gently.”
“By the way, how did you know they were Resistance?”
In fact, he read his thoughts, but the words that came out of his mouth were not true.
“You have no choice, do you? If those people came to find us, let's say they're public security. You've already been caught, so you need to run away immediately. Resistance? First of all, you have to think about making contact. After all, we had no choice but to warmly welcome guests from outside.”
“You make a decision pretty quickly!”
Feeling good, the returnee was ecstatic and handed a paper parcel from me. The regressor who took out the enclosed contents read the words on the paper.
“To my knight… . hmmm. you're a knight did you go out on your own? It's been a long time since I've had contact like this… .”
'Every time I did something against the military, I always contacted him. very… I don't like it, but if it's a plate like this, it might be better to turn it over once.'
The mumbled regressor took out a handkerchief from the folded paper. It was a luxurious handkerchief that could only be handled at Cheonuimubong.
In the past, when it was a country of knights. The handkerchief was a symbol of lady and high nobles. Since it is a daily necessities, there is nothing strange about anyone carrying it in the military, so it was a perfect tool to use as a mark.
“It’s a stopover, but I’ll hang it on the container as soon as it’s over. If there is this, I will come to you from the other side first!”
While the regressor was checking the handkerchief for more messages, Historia silently looked at the handkerchief and fell into thought.
'… Is this right? Watching them break into HQ, just watching… ?'
Historia doesn't have much loyalty to the military. However, I only regret the tragedy that could not be prevented at that time.
If what we are about to do leads to tragedy, we will stop it in some way. Historia had such a determination.
'The Resistance is a gathering of those who hate the military. I know how vengeful they are. If they wield it with this kind of power… Even if it's less bizarre than Hameln, maybe a bigger tragedy will happen.'
Historia looked at us with a squint. I am a young swordsman whose identity is still unknown, Tirkanzaka, the progenitor of vampires, and the king of the beasts.
Her vigilance soared like crazy from the moment it touched me. She was so suspicious of me that she almost forgot she was reading her mind.
'As long as Huey is included, I can't predict at all in which direction the situation will go. Rather, how about running out now and announcing their existence?'
what? for a moment. run away?
Historia's thoughts naturally led to actions. Having finished her judgment, Historia immediately got her body up and tried to run outside of her.
Just before that, I blew myself first and grabbed Historia's shoulder. Just in case she would make a noise, she covered her mouth with both her hands as if pulling it.
“town!”
No, wait. Why are you in such a hurry? If I hadn't read my thoughts, it would have been a disaster!
Historia is tied up, but if you put your mind to it, you can get away with me. But screaming is impossible right now. Anyway, the sound is the trembling of the air. If I cover my mouth and nose, I can't make enough sounds.
Well, it's enough to throw me away and shout at me, but it's already too late. It caught the attention of the returner.
In the sudden commotion, the returnee looked at this and asked.
“yes? what are you doing?”
“Oh, no. It seemed like it was time to get hungry for magic candles, so I was passing it down to my mouth!”
With an ambiguous smile, when he released the hand that covered his mouth, Historia's mouth was filled with a round magic weed. Aha, the regressor who nodded her head as if he understood, tilted her head as it was.
“But do I have to pass it on like that?”
“It’s a secret world that only adults do not know about innocent children who don’t smoke horseradish.”
“To feel superior to something that is nothing special!”
After all, it's better to play around a little to change the atmosphere. The returnee frowned.
“It’s a closed space, so be patient with smoking! How the hell are you smoking?”
“haha. I'll tell you to restrain yourself… . Leah! The time and place must be covered! uh? Shay and Tyr are so supportive of you, they’re just going to leave like this!”
They haven't done anything yet, so don't be hasty by guessing. I scolded him with that meaning.
Historia's body trembled.
'… Still, your eyes are fast. As soon as I saw any signs of running away, they stopped me. Have you ever been watching me… ? Or is it just a broad field of vision?'
Historia closed her eyes as if giving up, and waved the magic candle in her mouth with her lips.
“Hey, fire.”
“Am I a lighter? Shit, I know you’re tied up, so I’ll do it for you.”
I grunted and set the tip of my finger on fire. The flame seeped into the tip of the cigarette, igniting the last flame.
Horseradish has long been known as a sedative. The reason is simple. It breathes in the ashes that are already born, and there is no way a new flame can be ignited there. What remains is that it sinks and cannot burn again.
After inhaling the magic herb to the fullest, Historia calmed her mind.
'Too… It was emotional. Actually, there's no point in coming and running now. The Resistance has that child… Maybe I was afraid of meeting him. But, rather than turning away, I'd rather face it.'
I knew who the kid was, but I didn't have to think about it.
It wasn't long before I came back with the Resistance.
Hmm the mage classmate? Perhaps