Chapter 412

Chapter 412: 412

“Terrible”\n

My body pulls a little on the collaboration that took place in front of me.

Your father and I were about to do it, the unintentional operation seemed like Mr. Ginal noticed and joined us.

I guess Mr. Garritt and the others who saw how it went decided in an instant as well.

There was a brilliant collaboration.

You can’t get away with that, can you?

Reminds me of a while ago.

The moment you entered the rented room, your father detained Mr. Nargas with one hand from behind.

Mr. Ginal blocked Mr. Nargas’ mouth with his hand when he tried to scream, and where he took it from next, Mr. Fische tied Mr. Nargas up with a rope, during which Mr. Ginal had Mr. Nargas’s mouth covered with a cloth and Mr. Garritt had his legs tied.

Where the hell did you get the ropes and cloths that Mr. Ginal and the others had from…… scary!

“What’s up, Ivy? Are you okay?”

Mr. Fische looks at me worried.

I appreciate that, but don’t you have to worry about Mr. Nargas, who’s rambling in a more painful voice than I am?

I’m getting a little worried.

“It’s okay.”

Let’s do what we do first.

Open the lid of the bag dedicated to Solas, which is lowered from the shoulders.

And on the desk where it’s placed, I’m going to put the Solas on it.

Everybody, be quiet.

“I’m fine. Because I activated a magic item that blocks the sound. And that’s an amazing slime.”

When?

Well, I appreciate it.

“Everybody say it’s okay to speak up. Sol, Sola. Can you untie Mr. Nargas?

“Puffy ~”

“Pefu.”

The two get a little closer to Mr. Nargas, who is tied up and unable to move.

Sol didn’t stop, his body swelled up as he jumped on Mr. Nargas’ shoulder, wrapping his entire face and head around Mr. Nargas as he did.

“Wow, you’re surprised”

“Or is this what we looked like yesterday? Hey, no, you got help.”

Mr. Fische looks interesting, and Mr. Garritt stares at Mr. Nargas with a slightly puzzled look.\n

“And that’s amazing. I didn’t know we could work together in an instant.”

Your father saw Mr. Ginal and was impressed with his earlier collaborative move.

Besides, Mr. Ginal smiles bitterly.

‘Cause that’s what I need.’

“It’s tough being an investigator.”

“… well”

For some reason, Mr. Ginal gave a self-derisive laugh.

Your father looks at Mr. Ginal still.

“Pefu.”

To Sol’s voice, Mr. Ginal sees Mr. Bubba and Mr. Nargas.

I see Mr. Nargas, too, but something is wrong.

Keep staring down, don’t move.

Mr. Garritt sees how Mr. Nargas is doing, but he immediately shook his head to the side.

“Ginal, I don’t think so.”

Something must have happened that you were worried about by magic.

But not yet.

Sora is jumping beside Mr. Nargas.

“Mr. Garritt, please step away for a moment”

“What?”

As Sora rides Mr. Nargas’ shoulder, she is pulling a cloth that is letting her mouth be titled.

Could it be out of the way?

By Mr. Nargas’s side, he reaches for the mouthcloth.

Then Sola can now title the rope she’s tying.

You, too, seem to want it removed.

“Please take all of that Mr. Nargas restraint off and let him sleep. I’ll leave the rest to Sola.”

Mr. Garritt and Mr. Fische looking confused by my words.

Mr. Ginal stares at Mr. Nargas.

A father who sees no one move gives instructions to Mr. Garritt to untie the rope.

When all the ropes come off, Mr. Nargas falls to the side.

When Mr. Ginal put his hands together and supported his body, he put him to sleep gently on the floor. \nSora rides over Mr. Nargas’s body and wraps his entire body as he flutters and swells.

After a while, the sound of shuuuuuuuuuuuuuu echoes into the room.

“What are you doing?

Mr. Fische makes a bewildered voice.

Could it have been that you hadn’t heard?

“Didn’t you hear?

“No, I was asking… are you sure the collapse due to surgery will heal?

“Yes, I said that Sora is fine, so it will heal”

I believe in Sola.

That said, I don’t think you’ll believe the fishes who don’t know how awesome Sola is.

But because I and your father both know.

If it was Sola, I’d be fine.

Nevertheless, I was surprised that it encompassed the whole body, not just the head.

Sora is the problem, but wraps it up.

So the magic trick is affecting the whole body, right?

I’m really scared.

“Sol, thank you for your hard work. It’s okay.”

“Pefu.”

Well, I wonder how long it will take for Sola.

It’s the first time, I don’t know.

But even when I was dying, Mr. Druid, I didn’t need that much time, so I guess it won’t take that long.

“Tea or drink, drink and wait.”

Looking over the room, I notice that tea is available on the corner shelf.

When I checked, I was able to pour hot water, and there seems to be some hot water.

Magic items are useful at times like this, right?

Hot water that won’t cool!

Pour hot water and wait a while.

In the meantime, prepare a cup for the number of people.

Pour the tea into the cup and place it at the desk closest to Mr. Ginal.

\n“I knew it.”

What I received from your father was a contract made of magic item paper.

Easily “you keep it a secret” contract.

How many people have you already signed this contract with?

Looking under the paperwork, three signatures had already been signed by Mr. Ginal.

I’m concerned about what your father was surprised at, and I’ll make sure it’s in order.

Read the last line in the Conditions column and see Mr. Garritt.

“Um, are you serious about this?

The contract and the contents of the previous agreements are almost identical.

However, only one very different thing fitted.

That it says that when this problem is solved, it will keep me and your father out of this village confidentially.

Those who did learn about the magic formation were talking about possible restrictions on their actions.

So I guess you’re trying to protect us, but are you okay?

“Both Druid and Ivy said there was a skill problem, but I guess Ivy is more important? I have skills that nobody wants me to know about. Didn’t I?”

I’m surprised at what Mr. Fische said.

I didn’t know you were noticed, that’s just sharp.

“Yes.”

“Then you’d better not be known to have been involved in this issue. If you know a nobleman or a meritorious man, you can help. Because the hidden balls of the dolphins are the street names. That’s just a little weak. Well, it’d be best if Druid or Ivy were meritorious himself.”

I tilt my neck, listening to Mr. Garritt.

You know a nobleman?

Do you know a meritorious man?

Merit himself?

“Ah, Garritt. Ivy’s fulfilling everything she just said.”

Mr. Fische leans between his eyebrows at your father’s words.

So is Mr. Garritt.

“What do you mean? No way, do you know a nobleman?

Mr. Fische embarks on himself.

“Even to the meritorious? Is that it? Everything means merit…”

Mr. Garritt alternates between me and your father with a bewildered look.

You should be honest with me about this.

“Uh, I’ll explain.”