Chapter 114: 114 113 Harnessing Spiritual Power

Hundred and thirteen

The lights of the catfish guard disappear far behind the warehouse.

"Uh, I'll get it out next. Right?"

Sasori took control of Mira's hand taking the second silver coin out of the porch with her trembling hand and spoke so gently. Mira nodded small.

Sasori, who looked around and confirmed that there were no guards, set up silver coins under the shiatsu and street lights and returned.

All you have to do is bring out the people in the warehouse before the next guard arrives. And where I was drawn to silver coins, I poke the gap and infiltrate the interior. The attractive effect of silver coins, as I saw earlier, would be fine.

Sasori stands in front of the door and explores the surroundings again. If you finish your ears, you'll hear a talking noise from inside. I don't know what it is, but it seems a lot easier.

"Knock... you will? 'Cause I will, right?

Sasori, who held his fist gently, said so to Mira, who did not move while staring under the street lamp. Apparently, Mira hasn't been able to recover yet.

"Mira. Hey, I'm gonna knock."

I have no choice. Think so. Sasori shakes Mira's shoulder and raises her voice in her ear. So you finally realized, Mira looked back slowly and snorted with an unfaithful look.

There is no sign of a guard coming. The sasori instantly detaches from the concealment effect, knocking twice at the door.

Then the reaction immediately came out. The voice I heard from inside the warehouse stopped perfectly. Having made sure of it, the sasori again, this time a little bigger, and slowly knocks on the door.

"Who? Is anyone there?"

A peeping guard's voice echoes from behind the door. The first phase of the operation is a success. Having confirmed that, the sasori quickly returns to the confines of the concealment effect and the three of us wait by the door.

"Look at you." "Don't make me feel bad. You go," said the four guards inside.

At that time, in the corner of a slightly distant warehouse, a blurry light emerges. It was the lantern light the patrol had, and it was also a signal that the next lookout would come.

(You're a guard, you unmotivated bastards!)

For the intruders, Mira and the others, an unmotivated guard would be more convenient. But this time, the lack of motivation. The situation is imminent to waste silver coins again, and Mira floats in a hurry.

That's the time. The phrase "You're the closest, aren't you?" becomes a decision hit, and the guards inside finally move out. In the meantime, the patrol also progresses momentarily. I would already turn the corner and step into the aisle where I am now.

"Well, there's nobody here."

Before that, the door opened and a guard man peered into his face from inside. All you have to do is notice the silver coins under the street lights and leave the spot for a little while. But the patrol was also steadily approaching. Think from the first sheet, there are silver coins in a prominent position from both. Critical in timing.

The man with his face out of the half-opened door looks around strangely. Along the way, Mira and Sasori, waiting by the door, looked straight at the man. Nevertheless, the concealment effect is perfect and the man does not look to have noticed.

"Oh?"

Right after that. The man raised his voice low and opened the door wide, running small and headed under the street lamp. Looks like you found me a silver coin before the patrol.

"Okay, now. Let's go."

"Yeah!"

Not missing that moment, Mira and Sasori quickly went through the door to fulfill their brilliant intrusion into the warehouse.

"Wow. Dazzling."

In the warehouse. On one side was a cobbled floor, with a square hole in the center and a staircase leading to the bottom was visible. As you can see from the outside, there is nothing too much to say warehouse. Nonetheless, I skipped one who went to pick up silver coins, and there are three more guards indoors.

And while late at night, that space, covered by stone walls, was as bright as day.

"Hey, what's going on?"

From the outside, I hear voices like that. Looking back, a patrol man had just called the warehouse guards.

I guess I was wondering if you were coming out of the warehouse.

The guard man, by contrast, honestly replied that the silver coin had fallen. The patrol soldiers who heard that did the sort of trick of exploring the pockets of their trousers before

"Oh, that's the one I dropped. Thanks for picking it up."

Say, take silver coins half forcefully from the guard man. Then the patrol walked out again and left with a grunt of "morsel".

"There's a kid who's not lying! That's not mine!

"Eh, that's mine now..."

Mira can yell at patrol soldiers for good reason that it has a cover-up effect. Next to it, Sasori insisted modestly.

In the meantime, the guard man looks abominable at the patrol's rear. I'm patrolling this road, so it certainly wouldn't be strange to be dropping it. But the guard man knew. The patrol just lost a fortune in gambling, so instead of silver coins, we don't even have a hundred riffs.

But I can't get out strong. Because the patrol man is more senior.

"Ha, shit. There was no one there. It must have been a wind or a bird prank."

The guard man closed the door and locked it at his discretion, tongue-in-cheek in a blatantly grumpy manner.

"Well, is that the case? It was a disaster."

He seemed to hear an exchange outside through the open door, and when one of the guards utters a comforting word, the other two speak in teasing half.

"That gambling fool, you just have to be stripped of his clothes."

The man, who said so in an infidelity and rotten manner, laid down somewhere on a chair in the corner of the room. The other three guards go back to their respective locations, saying, "Not at all," as if they were in general agreement.

There are chairs in all four corners of the room. The guards seem to have plenty of free time to sit down and read the book, and each of them seems to possess something that can kill some time.

The guards are unaware of the break-in. Looking at it satisfactorily, Mira caught her eye on the sphere suspended from the center of the futon room, near the ceiling. If it just looked like it, it was just a ball that glowed pale.

It's got the power of the Light Spirit in it.

The surrounding area is filled with light without shadowing. Mira, familiar to its sight, looked to the sphere, its source, convinced that it was the power of the Light Spirit. At the same time, I think. I wondered why I could clearly feel the power of the Spirit so far.

Judging from the state, it is indeed the power of the Light Spirit. But the moment Mira saw the sphere, she remembered the feeling as if it had spoken of itself as so. It's as vague as intuition. But there was no doubt in Mira's mind, and her head accepted that it was true.

That was Mira's first feeling. A strange feeling like another perception suddenly appeared that is not five senses. Moreover, it can also be understood naturally that the subject is the Spirit.

(What is it? I think the Spirit feels more familiar. … what if this is the effect of the protection of the Spirit King)

Mira immediately thought of the cause. It is the protection of the Spirit King.

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Has the protection become a little familiar to the body? I still didn't know if I would get used to it in time or if there were any factors, but Mira thought so and now she decided to convince me.

"Sasori, the lighting there seems to contain the power of the Spirit of Light, but is such lighting generally out there?

Mira asks, pointing to the sphere. When it came to harboring the power of the Spirit, the only thing I remember was the Spirit Martial Arts. But now that the times have gone by, that won't be all. I just haven't seen it before, maybe there's something else.

Sasori answered the question by shaking his head sideways.

"Spirit of Light on Lighting? You can't use the power of the Spirit to do that."

With that said, Sasori utterly denies the general use of spiritual power. In this world where battle is familiar, it is a precious force. He said it was obviously a waste.

"Hmm. Right."

"Ah, but I've heard of a liar who used to bring someone born between the Spirit of Light and the Elf around instead of lighting."

"Oh well..."

Sasori continued, adding a little anecdote, Mira strayed her gaze from the lighting as she preached to delude something.

The Commander-in-Chief of the Fifty Bells Federation, a quail. The identity is Kagra, one of the Nine Wise Men, and the person she spoke to will undoubtedly be about Mira and Dumblrf as well. And being taken around instead of lighting is Cleos, the sage proxy.

(I think I'll try to be nice when I get home...)

Mira, who was heard again by others and felt it was a rather cluttered treatment, still thinks so.

"If this brightness means the power of the Light Spirit, it's more and more suspicious here. A tool with the power of the Spirit sealed is found in the warehouse of the Melville Chamber of Commerce, where connection to Chimera is suspected. It's already black."

Roughly smiling Mira, Sasori looked at the lighting with a fierce grin. Sasori said that the power of the Spirit is so powerful that it is not something that can normally be applied to daily necessities. If you can, it's just the special technology that Chimera Clozen has.

If you see anything to know about the circumstances, the scene is also likely to be evidence to determine the relationship between the Melville Chamber of Commerce and Chimera Closen.

"There doesn't seem to be any doubt about the involvement. Besides, I think I pulled a quick hit."

"Oh, really. This is the entrance."

Mira looks around as sure as she is, then peeks into the central hole and laughs invincibly. Sasori also sneaks a peek at his face and plays his voice after it.

A warehouse without luggage. The bottom of the hole in the middle of it was an uneven earth, and a staircase leading to the basement was provided.

Senki's burial site is said to be a catacombe buried underground. Summarizing the situation and information so far, there is an extremely good chance that this staircase is the entrance to it.

The two people who thought so nodded at each other and stepped out as sure as they were.

Is it because of the lighting of the Light Spirit just above, even when hundreds of meters went down, the stairs paved with stone were bright and foreseeable to the end? From what I've seen, it's about a hundred meters away.

"It's still going on..."

When I finally went down the stairs, this time a straight tunnel was stretching all the way back. Long enough to be bright and not see ahead, Sasori groans sighingly.

As they continued to walk for another twenty minutes, Mira and the others stopped in front of the dark wall.

"I wonder what's going on with this"

It was an unusual sight. At first glance, it's a black wall, but the tunnel is still going on inviting us to go ahead.

Sasori frowned and stared into the darkness, fearfully sticking her hand in there. Then the hand did pass through the black wall.

"That's just about the range of effects of that lighting. Like what?"

The pulled hand never stains black, and the sasori says what he comes up with as he looks forward. It is also surprising that the light reaches this far, but that there will be limits to trying to exploit the power of the Light Spirit.

Even though the rear is full of light, the front is full of darkness. Standing in front of that boundary, Mira created a light of intangibles to try. Then what do you think, the darkness ahead was paid off and the outline dew. And at the same time, Mira and the others breathed.

The dark side was black. The tunnel I walked in was reinforced with stone and gray, but from there on, the ground, the walls and the ceiling are all black.

"The burial site of Senki is a catacombs buried underground. I don't know if that's what we're going to do from now on."

Sounds like it.

Behind the black tunnel there were obviously signs of heterogeneity. The two people who felt it were so sure, and at the same time laughed at each other even thin. The more suspicious you are, the closer you are to secrecy. Because that's what I felt.

"Then perhaps the light is interrupted here for another reason"

Staring at the boundaries of the ground, Mira speaks so. It was more natural to assume that the light of the Spirit was interrupted by something there rather than by what happened to be a limit range.

"Both of you. May I have a word?"

As the two stared beyond the darkness, the previously silent Words Lambert called out so.

"No, what's wrong?

"I'm sorry, but apparently I can't get ahead of myself."

As Mira looked back, Words Lambert said regrettably wrinkling between her brows.

"What the..."

I realize that there is a reason why Mira can't help herself with the sudden words and the state of Words Lambail. And when she considered the current situation carefully, Mira shrugged as if she was good at "enough to be" because of the cause.

"Doesn't that mean the curse is full up ahead?

"Yes, definitely because it's a sign we've been neighboring each other for a long time"

Words Lambert affirms the reasoning Mira spoke of. He said the reason the light was interrupted was because the power of the Spirit had been scratched off by the curse. That meant not only that Words Lambert could not enter, but that no spirits could be summoned.

"Huh? Does that mean you won't be able to expect a cover-up effect in the future...?

"It will happen"

"Oh well..."

It's late at night, but I can't say enough that there's nobody in there. Sasori drops her shoulders wondering if this is the best way to make it easier. Rather, it is a showcase of hidden skill from here, but the sasori, which has experienced the overwhelming performance of total cover-up, seems to have become captivated by it within a short time.

"Well, I don't have a choice. Okay, I'll see you on the way home."

When Mira says so and sends Words Lambert back, she walks out without looking so concerned. If anyone is there, we can find them in Biosensing beforehand. We need a big device for magic sensing, so we'll see.

All you have to do is pay attention to the light. Mira squeezes the light intensity of the intangible technique to a minimum and steps into the burial site of Senki. Sasori also walked out again, squeezing his expression and sharpening his senses, followed by Mira.

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