The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

Where people and money gather, there is a red-light district for nature and for those who have finished work. The population of the Imperial Grand is about 300,000. If so many people exchange alcohol and hits, the size of the entertainment district is considerable.

The red-light district north of the new city of the royal city is located off the main street, but is crowded with more than a hundred taverns of various sizes. Most of the businesses are part-time businesses, and many places near the main street also serve as inns and dining rooms. It is well known to those who live in the royal capital that the number of taverns with sexual customs and gambling halls increasing as they approach the back alleys.

The bar on the back street is open only at night, but some bars near the main street are open during the day. If you are also serving as a canteen, you often open a restaurant from lunch, and a bar, which also serves as an inn, is almost open all day.

In a bar like that, people who are rolling their fruit from midday are usually stupid. A bastard that seems to be serious at first glance, sipping alcohol after work. A bastard named mercenary who splurges because of a little warming. A bastard that has been drunk since yesterday evening and can only be seen in Al, not a hangover.

Yuu: He looked around with a cold eye in a bar filled with such bastards, but he was also one of the bastards. The only difference between the guy and the other bastards is that waiting in the bar is part of his job.

"Oh, Cesare. Thank you for the good information before this."

At that time, a person coming down from the second floor sits down at the counter and talks to the young man who is licking the fruit water with Chorochoro.

The man, called Cesare, stopped at the distance between touching and not touching the glass and returned without turning around.

"That's right, three silver coins would be a cheap information fee."

"Oh, this was good information. This time."

The voice's chief emphasizes this time. The information that Cesare had sold before cited "wasting money."

To Cesare, it was a good story. Freshness is the life of information. Meats and vegetables are much faster than small fish rising in the harbor. It's no secret that information that was valuable a few hours ago quickly became worthless.

When Cesare offered him, it was definitely worth the information fee. He didn't do it because his action was slow. It is wrong to eat Cesare.

That said, it would be impossible to understand it just for mercenaries. They all have consequences. As a result of gaining information, if it is profitable, it is good information; if it is not profitable, it is bad information.

To be honest, it's ridiculous to deal with them, but mercenaries are both valuable providers of information and buyers of important information. I couldn't take an outright attitude.

"I'll ask for good information again."

The mercenary man went outside, saying so.

On the other hand, Cesare tilts the glass quietly without calling out. They have no fondness to sprinkle on besides the paying customers.

At this time when the sun has risen, few people enter the store until lunch. Even less people are talking to the Cesare sitting at the counter. If so, it's either "the one who was a guest before" or "the one who's going to be a guest" as before.

People who have errands during the daytime in Cesare are those who want to buy information. Cesare himself was dedicated to selling information during this time.

We buy information only after the night has spread. He talks to mercenaries and peddlers who have become lighter at the bar, and cleverly extracts information. It integrates the information it obtains, analyzes it, sells it to the right people at the right price.

Cesare was one of the races called the information store.

However, not everyone sells information. Information and a word can endanger you, depending on the content.

So don't act on the table, but take customers through people. The roots for this are everywhere. The master who runs the bar was one of them.

Many people come to the bar for information. If they don't rely on information sources, they turn into master extras in the form of tips. When a person comes up for information that isn't available on a chip, an information store like Cesare comes into play.

"Cesare, the customer"

There was a call from the master at the counter.

Anxious Cesare moves his head like that. A boy dressed as a mercenary stands in front of the master across the counter. About 14 or 5 years old. The forehead is wrapped in a violet cloth and dressed in a mauve robe. Black-eyed black hair, a young man who probably had just grown in adulthood, had a dignified appearance reminiscent of a skilled mercenary.

"Are you an information store?"

"That's right"

In response to the affirmation, the boy sits away from Cesare. The master places the fruit wine in front of the boy even though he has not ordered it, and the boy takes three copper coins from his pockets and places them on the counter.

Well, Cesare decides that it doesn't look like it's just starting out. The master pockets a copper coin with a happy face and moves away from the Cesares. This means that the mediation to the information store has been performed correctly.

After confirming that, Cesare opens his mouth.

"I'm Cesare, an information store."

"..."

"... Oh my god. Didn't you tell me that it's polite to give yourself back if someone gave you a name?"

"Do you want to know my name?"

"A mutual trust can only be built by giving each other a name."

"If you want to know my name, you can tell me ... but how much do you pay for it?"

The eyes of Cesare are narrowed. It's been a long time since mercenaries tried to price their names.

"So what kind of information would you like?"

Start talking about business as if nothing had happened.

"It's a story about a woman who appears on a road near Tria."

"Oh, that's ... I want to say two silver coins, but five copper coins is fine."

The information the boy wants to know seems to be about a mysterious female mercenary who has recently appeared in Tria.

"It's a lot cheaper."

"Well, before it was worth two silver coins, but now it's not worth it, it's just that."

Perhaps Cesare determined that the boy was going to challenge the female mercenary.

However, Cesare had obtained information that the female mercenaries should no longer appear. There is no information that a female mercenary has appeared on the highway since he was invited to the House of the Trieste.

"Okay, let's buy it"

The boy forgets the copper coin he puts on the counter and Cesare talks about female mercenaries. Where and when the female mercenaries appear, and when did they appear? The appearance and how to fight, the record of losing on the highway, information on the people who have challenged so far. Nobody knows the purpose of a woman. Many rumors that guessed the identity of a woman.

About a month ago, the information was sold to a large number of mercenaries. However, as long as the woman has disappeared, it is still dead information. Cesare believes that a silver coin is no longer worth it.

"In the end, it seems that she hasn't been able to show up for about a month."

After finishing talking, Cesare felt uncomfortable with the boy's expression. I was disappointed that I paid a useless information fee, but she looked calm. Rather, it seemed even indifferent. However, it is usually hard to imagine that you paid yourself and are not interested in the information you have heard.

"After that, can't you catch a woman's gait?"

The boy has asked for more information.

"From here on is an extra charge"

"How much is it?"

"That's right ... five silver coins."

Apparently, boys' attachment to female mercenaries is different from other mercenaries. Cesare felt bullish and offered additional information charges.

The boy picks up the silver coin from his pocket and puts it on the counter.

"About half a month ago, there was a commotion about the appearance of a grinder on the grassland west of Tria .... Do you know the grinder?"

"Oh, I know"

"I see. The grinder, but it seems that she was immediately eliminated because the territorial army dispatched a subjugation squad immediately. It seems that female mercenaries were participating in the subjugation squad. It's a great achievement. "

The boy asks the story only with his gaze.

"From here on, I've just gotten it, and other sources don't know yet."

Cesare smiles and hides her voice.

"It looks like she's a mercenary. It looks like she's had a mess about five days ago, and she's gone from that day."

"I don't know where you went?"

Authenticity "It's still .... In the first place, I have a question-"

Cesare was suspicious. Usually, if you listen to the above story, you may be worried about what is the content of the widow. Perhaps the only thing that is important to the boy is the whereabouts of the woman, and is not interested in what happened during that time.

Cesare didn't know much about it, even though he wanted to know more about the subject. It is known that the Marquis has issued a captive order for a woman, the reasons for her captivity are alleged injuries to a soldier of the army and the alleged abduction of an infant, and that the catch has failed and the woman is missing , A boy with black hair and black eyes who always acted before and after that.

I'm so breathtaking that I'm so convinced.

Cesare closed his eyes to keep his inner sway out. Hide from the black-eyed black-haired boy in front of you.

"What happened?"

The boy asks Cesare, whose words are interrupted.

"... No, I'd like to check a little bit of information before telling you, so will you have time for one day?"

"I don't have to do that."

"That's not the case. I'll do the job for five silver coins. I think it will be confirmed by tomorrow morning."

"I see. I'll wait here tomorrow before noon."

The boy goes up the stairs and reappears a few minutes later and says to the Master.

"Coming out until night"

Evening "Aiyo. The dinner is after the bell rings. It's good until the date changes, but after that it's an extra charge."

"all right"

The boy went out of the bar with a light hand.

"That customer, are you staying in the room above?"

Everyone knows that the second floor of this bar is an inn.

"Oh, what happened?"

"What is your name?"

Naturally, the name of the boy appears in the inn book.

It is the act of taking credit as a person who runs an inn that would normally leak it to unrelated people. But Cesare knew that the nature of this master was a nasty human being.

"... a piece of silver coin"

After a short silence, the bar master tells the requested amount.

"Is it too high?"

"It's such a name that an information store wants it. Is it worth it?"

"Well, it's not good for an amateur to greedy. Six copper coins."

"Who helped you capture the customer today? Eight copper coins"

"If you say that, you're weak. Why don't you go with seven copper coins?"

"Good"

When he received a coin from Cesare, the Master threw it into his pocket.

He said, "What's your name?"

"Wait ..."

The master pulls out the inn book and opens the page that he wrote this morning. After rubbing the eyes with a little presbyopia, the black-haired boy pointed to his name at check-in and spoke it.

"Um ... it's Teoris."