Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 78

78 – Finding a Guide

Obviously, the first thing I did was find a weapon, and I was in the kitchen now.

That’s why I had an apron hanging down on my left arm and a teacup in my right hand.

Because I couldn’t see the kitchen knife, I grabbed a cup in a hurry.

As always, craftsmen don’t blame the tools. And since I wasn’t even a craftsman, I couldn’t do it even more.

That’s why I went out of the kitchen after I finished arming myself.

As I walked slowly to the place where the sound had been heard a while ago, I saw a beam of light in the distance along with the sound of the door opening.

And then, I heard myself talking.

What is it? I’m sure the priest b*tch is here.

From that murmur, I could tell that the man was not the Rien priest who had gone on a night walk.

I walked a little more carefully.

I lifted the teacup in my palm.

“Did you move your room to the second floor? A-san, there must be a vicious mercenary and gunner there.”

“Over there.”

I talked to him.

“Who are you?”

“Me? It’s me, of course, that priest b*tch-“

Then his eyes widened.

To the point where I feel ashamed of the ‘heinous mercenary’ who speaks to me in the dark.

“You, who-“

Tup!

“Oops!”

Even while the unfinished sound lingers around the teacup covering the mouth,

His dagger was thrust into the left arm I extended to him.

Chack!

The fabric was torn, and I felt a little hot, but I ignored it.

Then I grabbed the guy by the neck with my left hand and threw him into the room, but he was waiting for me with a pretty nimble posture.

“What kind of guy are you?”

While grinning at the guy who said that, I raised his left arm a little more.

“Didn’t you call room service? That’s why I fed them tea.”

Instead of answering, the blade flying toward my nape was easier to dodge than before.

The apron that took the price instead was tattered. But it was better than getting a hole in my stomach.

The guy who had been messing around 15 times started to spit bullsh*t.

“They said he was a monstrous mercenary who defeated the Death Knight, and he is really bizarrely worth the price.”

“Son, no matter how much I scold you and run away, will I use it on my father then?”

“Shut up!”

―Shhh!

Once again, the dagger flew, and the teacup flew faster than that.

– Clink!

“Kuuk!”

I calmed the uninvited guest who had been hyperventilating due to the sudden change of circumstances as he covered his face.

―Wow!

The guy who was punched right in the face, couldn’t take a few steps behind him and collapsed.

And from behind, I heard the sound of people holding their breath.

Turning his head, he saw a blond-haired priest holding a wine bottle and two glasses in his hands.

“G-house mercenary! We are at odds with each other! I didn’t expect you to be in my room!”

Before being cornered as a molester who broke into the women’s room at dawn, I pointed to the guy who had collapsed in the corner and said.

“I thought someone was targeting the priest, so I came in while fighting.”

“I see!”

Priest Rien didn’t seem as surprised as he thought.

No, rather, I was more taken aback by seeing the obvious.

Is this the average of priests in another world?

“Aren’t you surprised?”

“I was very surprised! They broke in, obviously!”

“Priest already knew.”

“It’s stupid to make noise like that and not know!”

Tak.

As she put down the thing she was holding on the table, she looked at me and said.

“By the way, I knew a strange man would come, but I didn’t know that the G-House mercenary would be in this room!”

“Priest Rien. Prianian. No, do you know where the squad leader went?”

“Maybe”

Before she could answer, she heard the sound of someone running this way.

-Boom!

“G-House!”

The leader of the prianian squad, who was staggering a little because he couldn’t control his speed, looked around and only when he saw my face did he put down his loaded crossbow.

For a moment, a feeling of relief came over that flushed face.

“…What is that arm again?”

At her question, I looked down at my left arm.

A while ago, in the hallway, his clothes were slightly ripped from the knife he wielded.

“Ouch.”

It hurts to realize it.

“So, it’s really good, right?”

“I don’t know how you keep doing this to see me later, but I’m fine.”

While I’m trying to stop a drunken redhead who’s about to shoot a crossbow in his head at any moment.

Priest Rien, who was searching the body, showed us the paper left over from the fire.

On that piece of paper, the location of this villa was written.

“This man is from the information guild.”

“Information Guild?”

I’m sure they’re the ones I saw in the necromancer’s diary.

‘Is it roughly the same concept as a thief’s guild in fantasy?’

“A group of informants.”

The prianian squad leader explained instead.

“You have to be careful. The moment your face is sold, it will be very troublesome.”

“Exactly!”

Priest Rien nodded at the squad leader’s explanation and opened his mouth.

“Let’s see, the part where it says what to do is barely visible because it’s burnt, but maybe-“

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“Isn’t Priest Rien’s necromancer’s diary and data on black magic secured?”

At my words, Priest Rien nodded. It was the correct answer.

“Then, why did you try to break into the Count’s villa like this? Mercenary?”

“Two things. First of all, as Priest Rien knows, you should know that they also ate something from the warlock.”

“Yes!”

“Probably, they must have tried to destroy the evidence before the royal family or elsewhere came to investigate.”

Then the prianian squad leader asked.

“Wouldn’t there be a way to conceal and upload the evidence while the data is being uploaded?”

I answered her question simply.

“Rather than doing that, it would be cheaper to send in one person disguised as a thief. If caught, it’s easy to cut off the tail as a petty thief.”

“Then why did you come after three days, mercenary?”

At Priest Rien’s question, I stated my guess.

“Probably during those three days, I couldn’t locate it. Judging from the fact that they knew about Priest Rien’s room and infiltrated it, it seems like they’ve figured it all out now.”

“And then what?”

“Now, they should properly delete the contents related to them before selling them.”

Because they are merchants, they pursue profit. Even while destroying evidence, they are a family whose surname is released only when they receive an additional allowance.

I looked at Priest Rien and said.

“Because his research materials are worth it to someone.”

The research materials of the black magician whose head was broken by me can be thought of as [A note on how to use ‘unnamed photos’ and necromancy in a more colorful way, to put it more simply].

I don’t know what you were thinking, but that’s right.

Ordinary people would not take it even if they gave it, but those who are dissatisfied with the world could use it in any direction.

You can increase the destructive power by making strange changes,

By combining it with other things you don’t want to talk about, you can cause damage that is difficult to recover.

Just the way it is, that might just see the world burn.

Of course they will sell it.

Information also includes knowledge, and among them, forbidden knowledge is more expensive.

Hearing that, the prianian squad leader pointed to the fallen guy over there and asked.

“Then, what should I do with him?”

The guy was stunned as if he didn’t know the world.

“Yeah-“

I stopped talking.

As usual, tie him up and hand him over to the guards, hide the data, and go back to sleep.

But for some reason, I felt that this was an opportunity for me.

So, I looked at the two and said.

“Priest Rien. And the prianian squad leader.”

“Prianian-“

I quickly whispered to her.

“Would you like to be called a nickname in front of the priest?”

“……”

The effect was obvious.

“I’ve helped you two, so please help me this once.”

I told the two of them the plan.

The number of gambles that, if done well, will bring you more than you think.

***

After a while.

The guy who woke up on the dirt floor let out a quiet voice.

“Ugh.”

“Are you awake, mouse?”

When he woke up, I squeaked and talked to him.

“…Who are you?”

He couldn’t tell me apart. It was natural.

I was wearing a black robe and a mask given to me by the servants who woke up, and I was slightly bending my back to hide my size.

Although the lantern is lit, in the middle of this dark night, if it pierces all these cloaks, it won’t be a person.

Anyone with that level of skill would have gotten away with me long ago.

“I am the benefactor who saved you from that mercenary. You bastard who came to dig up information.”

“Nonsense.”

He looked at me like a madman and said.

“The one who defeated me is the one who also defeated the Death Knight.”

I didn’t defeat it, but my imagination was free.

So I just said what I had to say.

“You are free to believe in it, but what is certain now is that I saved you now, and we have no time.”

He raised his arm and pointed over the wall.

The lights in the mansion were already bright.

Find it!

Call the guards!

I heard a tumultuous sound, it felt like it was preparing to chase.

‘Those people are good at acting.’

Just as he was about to stand up at the sound, I opened my mouth.

“Why don’t you listen to me before you run away? I was going to talk to you guys anyway, and it went well.”

“What? Who are you?”

“I am working as an assistant to an artist. They used to transport sacrifices for him from the north.”

At my sudden coming out, he started making dumb noises.

“…A warlock’s assistant?”

“Are you sure you came here because you wanted this?”

Chuck.

I threw a piece or two of paper in front of him, and he held them up in the light of his lantern.

“This is the data you guys were trying to find, about dark magic.”

Of course, he couldn’t figure it out even after reading the text. Because I didn’t have that kind of knowledge.

If you can find something in the black magic materials, which are roughly similar in symbols and decorated with heartfelt continuous overlapping questions, then he is a talented person who should be hospitalized in a monastery.

That’s why his brain is stupid, but he’s not a psychopath, so he doubted me.

“How do you know you are the necromancer’s assistant? How do you know this is real?”

Looking at his tone, it seems that one of the two prayers given by Priest Rien has yet to show its effect.

“That is your heart. But remember this one thing. You’re not in a position to choose now.”

I giggled.

“It’s so funny that someone who is in a position to prove your usefulness to you, asks you to provide proof. Do I look sick?”

Only then did he find out what situation he was in and was at a loss for words.

“……”

“I will show you, if you so desire.”

He stared blankly at the beacon glistening in the moonlight, which I had bent down and pulled out from my chest.

Fear began to fill his eyes.

At least I knew what this was, so I smeared saliva on my lips and squeaked even more.

So that the guy in front of me can remember the horror he experienced from that necromancer.

“If I wasn’t an assistant offering sacrifices to him, I wouldn’t have this. This is proof that you have been chosen.”

“That’s… The artist’s beacon.”

“Yes, the beacon he made himself. I’m showing you because you don’t believe it, so you’ll know it as an honor.”

I wonder if all the stars in the world have all the glory.

It was only then that he nodded with a terrified face.

“Yeah, I know you’re the bird… Or his assistant. So what do you want?”

After carefully holding the beacon I received from Priest Rien in my chest, I moved on to the main topic.

“There is only one reason I saved you, abominable bastards who were trying to steal my master’s fruit.”

Gulp.

He seemed to be waiting for me to say something.

He didn’t look bad in that fear.

Because it was rewarding to deliberately wear a black robe, cover the lower part, and copy the tone of that warlock.

I squeaked even more meanly.

“Guide me to your den. Rat.”