(Walson)
Even though I had no intention of procrastinating, the guards still rudely dragged into an office where a person dressed in plain clothes was already waiting for .
He must be the commander here, I thought.
"Captain, I brought the person here," the guard said, giving a push from behind before leaving the room.
"Good, you can leave now," the supposed commander waved his hand, wearing a strange smile on his face.
I furrowed my brows, not because of the rude treatnt by the guard, but because there was a red dot on my [Mini-map] overlapping with the person in front of , who should be the commander.
[Eliphezza Logstott_LV 63_HP 2134/2134_Status: [Disguise Magic (VI)]]
This na was obviously different from the naplate on the desk, and the use of [Disguise Magic] clearly indicated that he was a fake commander.
...He must have so malicious intentions towards , or why else would there be a red dot?
"I'm telling you, Villager, you've caused a lot of trouble," the imposter captain said with the sa eerie smile, speaking in a way that a regular soldier captain wouldn't.
"Who are you? Why are you arresting ? I haven't stolen anything!" I tried to say the typical lines that most people would use in such a situation, while also considering the possibility of escaping.
...Denied. Escaping now would surely make look like a fugitive.
I attempted to send a [Party Telepathy], but there was no response, it seed there was a magical item here that could block telepathic signals. This is bad; it's going to be difficult.
"It doesn't matter if you stole the royal family's [wedding ceremonial short sword], what I want to know is sothing else..." The imposter captain spoke as his skin started to lt.
The sight was incredibly bizarre... After a few seconds, the person in front of transford into a young man with black robe, green short hair, and a crystal ball hanging on his chest... still maintaining that eerie smile.
"What— What do you want? Ahhhh—"
"Co with , hehe." With these words, he approached with a strange gem.
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After recalling the earlier events, I now found myself tied to a chair. This wasn't the [Zone 1 of the Underground 11th floor] anymore; it was a basent in so building in Vanos. It seed that gem was a teleportation device used to bring here directly.
There seed to be a telepathy barrier here as well, unfortunately.
"Screaming and waiting won't help; you're now in a place where no one will co to rescue you," the smiling young man said mockingly as he looked at in the empty gray room.
But the [Mini-map] already gave you away... we're still inside the city, right? Ugh... based on the Vanos map I saw a few days ago, I should be in the underground fourth floor of a building in the city center.
Being in the city center was sothing unexpected... So, who are these people? Why did they capture ? And why did they go through the trouble of using a teleportation device?
"Who are you... I don't know anything..."
"Heh, I'm here on behalf of our Goddess— so tell , where does the [Miracle Water] co from?" The smiling young man brought his face close to mine, leaving only a two-centiter distance.
I decided to call him "Facial Expressions Young Man."
"...[Miracle Water]? Isn't that sothing from the church?"
"Don't play dumb; we know that the [Mart Chamber of Comrce] sold those things to Lord Bishop, and they ca from your hands. I'm asking you, where did you get those items?"
...His words took five seconds to digest.
The [Mart Chamber of Comrce], [Miracle Water]... damn it! That's my [MPOH (β)]!
How could the [Mart Chamber of Comrce] betray ? That's impossible! It's not beneficial for them at all!
Is this the work of the Grella Branch against ?
Wait a minute, I think I understand now. These people are the minions of the "Ceremonial Minions," right? The ones Uncle Marbon ntioned... But I'm at least a follower of yours, so why are you coming after like this!?
"...I won't say," but at this point, complaining is useless, and I don't want to pretend to be an ignorant Villager anymore.
On the [Mini-map], in addition to the person in front of , there are over a dozen red dots wandering around the building. It seems there's a team, and I can't escape.
Being on the underground fourth floor ans my [Spider Hook] won't work. If I engage in direct combat and assuming Facial Expressions Young Man's level is similar to the other four, there's no way I, a re [Villager] can escape.
All I can do is wait for rescue... I wonder if they'll notice I'm gone...
"Sigh... Yay! I was afraid you wouldn't say it like that, it wouldn't be fun then!" Facial Expressions Young Man raised his hands high and leaned back in a weird posture, cheering.
Are you a slothful bishop... that's what I'm thinking.
"I promise I won't hurt you..." Facial Expressions Young Man drew a small knife from his waist and once again brought that weird face close to mine.
Wait, wait, wait, are you trying to torture for a confession!? Aaargh!
"[Modeler], stop." Just as Facial Expressions Young Man was about to stab with the knife, a deep voice stopped him.
It was another red dot, dressed in black, wearing a mask, and with steel claws on both hands.
"Huh? Why?"
"This ti the target is very important; you can't kill them. The [Villager]'s body is weak, so you can't use a knife." The masked Wolverine said.
"Tsk— You're right. If we fail the mission and die, we won't be able to be with the Goddess." Facial Expressions Young Man nodded and turned that nerve-disconnected smile back at .
For the first ti, I'm grateful that I'm a [Villager]; after all, I'm afraid of pain.
"What a sha, but you're already a slave to those hero teams. We can't use a collar on you..."
Huh? I'm considered a slave to lon and the others!? Ugh— well, it's better than being collared by them. The guardian stone necklace hanging on my neck is probably seen as a collar for an enslaved plaything.
"In that case, we'll have to use this— it's even more painful than a knife, hehehe..." Facial Expressions Young Man mysteriously took out a purple bottle from his side pocket.
"Don't worry, this dicine won't kill you, but... it'll cause difficulty breathing, foaming at the mouth, full-body convulsions, and excruciating pain— How about it? Not bad, right?"
Looking at the bottle, I swallowed nervously.
The next mont, my neck was gripped, and the lack of oxygen made involuntarily open my mouth. The liquid was then poured into my mouth...
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