Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 202

Episode 202 In the end (4),

we succeeded in re-entering the castle with difficulty. You must never sneak out of the castle again. That promise was a bonus.

Quang!

“Catch it!”

“One person escapes! Chase!”

“Don’t miss it!”

But what is this fuss about?

On the way back to the inn, I noticed that the streets were cluttered. It seemed like the arrest operation and chase were underway from early in the morning.

“If you don’t get out of the way, you’ll die…!”

However, I did consider it.

It was a reflection on why these damn incidents happened near me on my way back.

Pow!

“Gagging!”

“Boreoji….”

If you add one more thing, there is also this. How unlucky are these criminal children to come to where I am after all this distance?

Even though the sun was just about to set and I was the only person passing by.

omg. Or is this even a conspiracy? The world’s plan to trouble me with a crazy coincidence?!

“Off.”

Is that possible?

I quickly dismissed the overinterpretation and made a rough guess as to what kind of criminal this guy was.

First of all, judging from the fact that the security forces caught up quickly and the time frame, it seems like the security forces planned and launched a surprise operation.

“you are…!”

“Take it.”

“Thank you for your help in arresting the devil worshiper!”

…But that doesn’t mean he’s a devil follower.

Was a large-scale sweep operation carried out because of the previous incident, which led to the closure of the checkpoint? Even though it’s only been a few days, I found it well.

“Ugh.”

In any case, they are all subject to arrest.

I handed over the person I had subdued to the guards. Perhaps because he was hit in the solar plexus and slapped on the floor, he groaned profusely.

“Ah, thank you for your help.”

“Damn the rain…!”

“Stay still!”

But no one cared about him. Rather, some guards used additional violence against those who were subdued.

It wasn’t a pretty scene. But that doesn’t mean I have the will or the right to stop you.

“Shit! “If there had been envy… about you!”

“…?”

But somehow it seems like the name I killed comes up.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the captured devil worshiper.

There’s no need to catch them again and interrogate them now… but since they’re shouting out Sigi’s name, they must be Sigi’s followers. But it’s already dead. Is it worth following?

“shut up!”

Pow!

“Oops!”

I thought about why Sigi’s followers were here and why they were behaving so poorly like their ex-lover, and then I shook my head.

I decided that it would be meaningless to think about why devil worshipers are here because they are like cockroaches.

“Let’s get some sleep….”

I’m a bit sleepy because I couldn’t sleep for a few hours because of the early morning sparring. I climbed back up to the inn.

bang!

“Catch it!”

…and came back down. I guess it’s right that the city decided to search because of what happened last time. There really is no stopping the noise everywhere.

* * *

The Inquisitor returned from his early morning prayers and heard an amazing story.

“Sweeping… you mean?”

“Yes, the operation has just concluded. “Those arrested have now been moved to the interrogation room.”

All the evil seeds hiding in the city have been captured. It was good, but somewhat surprising news.

First, she wiped away the sweat with the towel around her neck. Rattling. Meanwhile, her other hand pulls the chair back and touches her buttocks.

“If I had known, I would have helped too.”

If I had known how to subdue the evil hordes, I would have put off praying for a while. The Inquisitor felt some regret at that fact.

“Who doesn’t understand the Inquisitor’s feelings? But isn’t it true that you don’t need a sledgehammer to crack a peanut? “I guess they didn’t send a request for cooperation because they were clearly enough.”

However, the Archmage’s words were not wrong. If you have no choice, it is clearly foolish to use excessive force even when you have the appropriate means.

The Inquisitor agreed with her words.

“How on earth did you get that information?”

“I don’t know either. “This is an operation planned entirely by the security forces.”

Meanwhile, someone who came a little faster than her asked a question. The Archmage’s hand brushed his chin.

“I heard that the temple has been requested to cooperate just in case and for effective suppression.”

“Hmm.”

“Is there a problem?”

I don’t want to admit it, but I’ve never been happy because Ttaenjil showed an undesirable reaction.

The Inquisitor immediately hardened his expression and focused on the conversation. It was just in case.

“It’s a bit strange that we found them all at the same time like this.”

is it? Actually, that might be the case. Devil worshipers are like silverfish, constantly gnawing at the world but not easily found.

It means that you have to kill it and you want to kill it, but unless it is a coincidence, it is not noticeable.

“I was a little surprised at that point too… The guards of Bemurgen usually hunt down one or two groups of demon followers a year. So, isn’t this also the result of hard work?”

“But catching one or two groups a year is completely different from arresting the remnants that are now spread out into seven groups at once.”

“If you say that, I don’t have anything more to say… but wouldn’t there be some aftereffects from what happened a few days ago?”

“…You were so alert that you searched harder? but. “There are cases like that.”

However, as she watched the Archmage and the Tteunjil talk and agree with each other, her ears grew thinner one after another. As expected, the guards’ efforts…?

“Still, I think I found it too quickly… No matter how alert I was, it was only a few days and I couldn’t see anything until now…”

Oh, wasn’t it…?

“They also constantly send out scouting parties to watch out for the Mermen’s movements. “Considering that the security forces are ultimately soldiers, isn’t there a shortage of manpower?”

“Then what do you suspect?”

“No, it’s not that I’m particularly suspicious of anything, but rather… I’m worried. “If it’s not a coincidence but a result of someone’s intention… I don’t know what they’re aiming for.”

“It’s not the wrong time. The problem is, if this was planned, what was the reason for doing this?…”

While the Inquisitor was confused, the Archmage and the Deathbringer continued to exchange opinions.

“Even if we assume it is the work of fellow demon followers… I wonder if they have a reason to do something like this. Since he was working at the castle gate, he would have been discovered at some point, but if he had left it behind, he could have used it.”

“But is there anyone other than a fellow demon follower who knows their location?”

“That’s also true. “If you weren’t part of the same group in the first place, there’s no way you would have remained silent until now even though you knew about the position of the devil worshipers.”

“So there’s something worth gaining… Is there something there?”

“…I’ll have to wait until the results of the interrogation come out to find out.”

Unfortunately, they haven’t been able to come up with an answer yet. They ultimately postponed making a decision until later.

“If this incident is going to happen, I hope it happens after the sword is completed.”

“I agree with that. They said it would be completed in a few days… I hope that can happen.”

“Where can I put the soup?”

“Oh, leave it here. “Thank you.”

“you’re welcome.”

Instead, they decided to focus on the food served. Food that avoided luxury but was not simple came to the table one by one.

“…It’s late.”

However, as Pyaenjili said, at this point, there is not a single person who should be there.

“Now that I think about it, I can’t see Berserk.” The Inquisitor blinked and agreed. It’s an aside that for some reason I thought of another person’s empty seat and my mood became damp.

“She said she would already be late and left.”

However, thanks to the Archmage’s words, they were able to stop their useless thoughts. The Archmage’s face as he answered was calm, so I figured there wouldn’t be any major problems. Of course, if she had known that she had previously been rejected by Berserk and had lost the confidence to intervene with others due to the involvement of the Demon Knight, she would not have been so carefree.

“How on earth are you planning on training, so you even say you’re late…”

“It’s not training, but meeting a strong person…?”

“That also makes sense.”

Since I don’t know one thing, I feel relieved and wait. Furthermore, he also made a plausible guess.

“He is a strong person recognized by Nari, a fighter with a higher standard than him. “I wonder who it is.”

It was a pretty accurate guess. They had no idea that the target person was someone they knew.

* * *

What was supposed to be an hour of sleep at the inn ended up being three hours.

I knocked on the door of the workshop, realizing once again the loophole in the sleep system – that I could fall asleep again after sleeping for the set time and waking up.

“come in.”

As always, the door opened automatically and let me in. I thought he would be angry because he was late, but he is concentrating on his work with dark circles on his face.

A few flasks and a bubbling pot that you would see in a science lab somehow made him look like an alchemist.

Sigh.

I folded my coat neatly and placed it on the table. But for some reason, Meister didn’t pay any attention. I think the work I’m doing now is more important.

“after.”

Then wait a moment. After a while, the person took his hand off the reagent bottle and leaned back in his chair.

“I’m going to put magic there.”

Several batteries were piled on another table.

It was quite surprising considering that I left the workshop at 7 o’clock yesterday and had put all the horsepower into the batteries I had made up to that point.

When was it made? Even considering I’m a little late today, I don’t have time to make it.

…Did he stay up all night?

“Whoa.”

Compared to what I’ve seen over the past few days, the appearance of movement shows a significant sense of fatigue.

I put horsepower into the battery and watched what the meister was making. It was in a reagent bottle so I couldn’t tell what was what. Are you doing scientific research?

“I’m dying…”

Well… you do it if you want to do it.

I sat on the couch watching Meister groan. If you suddenly feel a distant gaze, it is from the Meister.

“I’m sleepy and hungry.”

He spoke in a very dry and plain tone, perhaps even condescending.

“I’m hungry.”

Thanks to this, I couldn’t understand what he said at once.

After all, how can you immediately match whining like a child with a subject that often appears in comics as a ‘gorgeous noble character who is obsessed with etiquette and is obsessive about manners?’ The brain refuses to understand right away.

The same goes for what is said there.

I know you’re hungry, so what should I do? Before the concept, you are not even close to me… We are not meant to have this kind of conversation…

“Did you give up your intelligence using fatigue as an excuse?”

I glared at him with a feeling that was half a step behind my contempt. Although I did him favors a few times, it wasn’t at the level of being an errand boy.

“It’s not that tidy, so get rid of those stares.”

And Meister knows that too. He didn’t whine anymore.

“Let’s make a deal.”

Instead, they suggested something different. “Since you said you were an adventurer, would the word ‘request’ be more appropriate?” The subsequent words are neat, as if this was assumed from the beginning.

“detail.”

“Delivery of goods.”

This was my favorite type of side quest. So, in the sense that it is peaceful, small, and simple.

“I believe they won’t reject you for something trivial. “They say that only dirty adventurers who only care about their own self-interest take on missions, but I don’t think someone like you would do that.”

The meister even took care of the pride of my concept.

By gently scraping the rejection but not saying it out loud, we have eliminated any way to come out with a strong ‘What should we do?’

“…Medicine is water.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“Tell me about the goods.”

Thanks to this, I ended up becoming a petty person when I refused. I nervously chased after him—inwardly, I was happy about the small side quest.

“First, deliver those finished products to each client. “That’s the first one.”

However, the words ‘delivery of goods’ seemed to contain a lot of things, and Meister’s words had the nuance of being subtly long.

“Every time we deliver a finished product, the clients will pay the balance. Receive the money and buy the specified ingredients. “That’s the second one.”

“Is there more?”

“There are some ingredients that require secondary processing. Hand over the materials to the relevant workshop and entrust the processing request. “That’s the third.”

The fourth step was to procure the remaining ingredients from me, the Meister concluded.

It was simple, but I had a feeling that I would have to go back and forth a lot.

“Oh, I should include this too. Deliver this bottle and letter to the castle. Just give my name to the gatekeeper and he will take care of it. Since it is not a commissioned product, no payment will be made. All you have to do is pass it on.”

hmm. I should correct this by saying it is not a hunch, but a certainty.

“For your information, I want you to do everything within the morning hours. “I can’t research the equipment right now due to a backlog of work, but I think I’ll have some free time in the afternoon.”

There’s even a time limit.

I didn’t plan on putting it off, so there is a time limit, but I think it’s really efficient to use mana. I’m even thinking about the fact that I won’t be able to research equipment if I stay out for too long.

“amount.”

“hmm. 100,000….”

100,000?

“…200,000 gal.”

The meister changed his words when he saw me looking down at him. It may seem like a very small amount compared to the requests that have been resolved so far, but if you look at it closely, it really isn’t.

No, maybe it’s a bit much?

From what I remember, I had a request for sewer cleaning in the forties or fifties.

A request to catch a demon at the risk of one’s life is like that, but a simple delivery request of 200,000 isn’t bad. maybe.

“Instead, if the item is damaged, delivered incorrectly, or lost during delivery, you will be compensated.”

“That won’t happen.”

“Then it’s fine for me.”

After saying that, Meister added his last words.

“Buy some porridge from the inn you’re staying at when you come.”

Yes, I was hungry. It was worth ordering.