Chapter 129: 129 128 Isaac Meyer

One hundred twenty-eight

In retrospect, it was late last night that saw Isaac in the warehouse district of the Melville Chamber of Commerce in Irene, the capital of the Principality of Roseline. There is quite a distance to St. Polly.

Mira can fly in Pegasus for about two or three hours, but it should take more than half a day by land.

But Isaac is here now. In other words, he also has some way of traveling that is comparable to Pegasus.

(He's a tough guy to insult. But for your convenience)

Based on where we first met, we can easily imagine Isaac as an associate of the Melville Chamber of Commerce.

This means that there is likely to be one Melville Chamber of Commerce on the dark auction that is about to be opened on this occasion. In some cases, it may be the Melville Chamber of Commerce, etc. that was supposed to be the unknown organizer.

If you look into the details, you might even get decisive information.

Mira thought it was going to be a powerful clue, even as she increased her vigilance, and followed Isaac.

Isaac tours the underground facility as he talks to the Dark Auction officials about something. The story itself was all about operations, such as listing order and fees, and there was no strong information about Chimera Closen or the Melville Chamber of Commerce.

However, the tone and attitude of the exchange made it clear that Isaac would be in a significant position among the management team.

So after walking around for about an hour, we now ascend the stairs up.

On arrival there is a metal door, where Isaac opens and continues to go further.

At the end of the door, it was connected to the rocks of the wilderness. Apparently, the entrance to and exit from the underground facility exists here and there.

The location is a rocky mountain area northeast of St. Polly, with ten to tens of metres of rocky mountains stretching like mountain ranges.

Isaac was not lost on the path to the valley. Scaffolding can never be said to be good, and Mira tails at a distance of about twenty meters to avoid being noticed in footsteps.

Keeping walking, less than an hour. It was when the rocky mountains, which increased in height instead of decreasing in number, began to sweep around.

"I know you're here. Who is it?"

So abruptly, Isaac screamed. For a moment, Mira stops her leg, looking to the front. Due to time constraints, complete cover-ups that block all perceptions were kept warm. Instead, they used optical camouflages that misled vision, but it wouldn't be strange for someone sharp in the survey to notice.

(Hmmm... not a glimmer)

If it's broken, I can't help it. If this happens, we can help you get the information out.

And that's when Mira decided.

"Apparently, as I heard, it's not a miscellaneous soldier."

With such a voice, a man appeared from the rocky mountain on the side. The man was tall, but wrapped in skinny, red-purple long clothes. Slim swords and crossbows at the waist. And elongated oval silver edge glasses and hair on gray eyes.

(Oh man... at that time)

Mira looked familiar to the man. Yes, it is an empty people encountered in the castle fortress of the balance.

"Well, if that's all it takes to kill you, you better not notice."

Looking back, Isaac glanced at the man on the rocky mountain.

Convinced that it was not herself who was noticed at the same time, Mira slowly and slowly begins to travel so as not to get involved.

"I want to ask you something. Let me tell you everything."

"You want to ask me something? You know me as Leighton Knox, the St. Polly Trading Diplomat's Representative?

As the long-clothed man stood with a waist crossbow in his hand, Isaac giggled, glancing straight back at it, putting his spare time on his face.

The St. Polly Trading Diplomat, Leighton? Who are you talking about?

Isaac's name is certainly Isaac. It's not Leighton or anything like that. It was Mira who raised the question as to what it meant, but the answer was presented immediately.

"You're not. Isaac Meyer, deputy director of Chimera Closen Development."

When the man in the long coat says so, is he upset, Isaac's eyebrow roots rise slightly?

"Then it would be different. My name is Leighton Knox. You have no idea who you're talking about."

But it was only for a moment that he denied it with a pale voice.

With those two interactions, Mira grasps one first. Leighton Knox, diplomat of the St. Polly trading nations. He said this is the hiding place.

"It's no use falling in love. I've already got testimony from three of your men."

When the man in the long coat follows the crossbow and also pulls out his sword, he even smiles thinly at Isaac for his cut. But it didn't look like a detective hunting down the killer, it looked like a distorted one, even though he said he found justification for killing the other.

"The three…. Well, it was your fault I lost contact with you? Besides, that killing intent, it doesn't look like it's the Fifty Bells League. It's too cloudy. Who the hell is that?

Three of my men that I testified. Isaac's expression changes whether he knows them or not. Then he stopped faking it and pointed it at the man in the long coat with a short cane at his waist.

"You don't need to know."

The man in the long coat, who just gave it back in a terribly cold voice, pulls the trigger at the same time as he says. The unleashed crossbow arrow approached Isaac's forehead in a straight line.

But just before, the arrows burn in flames.

Magic. A flame burst from Isaac's scepter shot down an arrow flying at high speed. It was a blow that could be seen as quite skilled as a magician, and Mira was impressed with the sky and sunshine as an enemy, and decided to watch for a while.

When Isaac shot out a second flame without letting his hair in, this time the man in the long coat also emitted a blue flame. It's an exorcism.

Red and Ether collide between them, scattering blast flames.

And signaled it, and the battle between the two began.

Man in long clothes and Isaac. The battle between the two was spectacular.

Isaac, the sorcerer, is slightly more advantageous in the distance? Many attributes and their properties are skillfully used to flirt with a man in long clothes.

Isaac also possessed a weapon using black fog stones. And according to this weapon from Black Misty Stone and the material deposited by Alchemist Johann, besides eroding the Spirit, processing produces special effects.

What Isaac will have in his hands is a black dagger with a blade twisted in a spiral. Once wielded, a black mist is created, and every attack that touches it returns to the man in the long coat.

Reflection of the attack. That was the effect that a spiral dagger could have.

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All the attacks from the distance were reflected in this fog, and the bowgun looked completely powerless, rendered.

When an arrow is struck out of the bowgun, Isaac creates a mist wielding a helical dagger with a familiar hand.

And when the arrow touched the fog, a water splash rose.

"This is!

Its slightly glowing water was holy water, a catalyst for exorcism. Looks like a man in a long coat burst a crossbow arrow planted with holy water just before the reflection.

Nevertheless, holy water is holy water. It is not aggressive in itself. However, if used as a catalyst for surgery, this would not have been the case.

[Exorcist Magic: Aphrodisiac of Sin]

A man in a long coat activates an exorcism. Then, at the same time, it burned like oil, enveloping Isaac with a blue flame.

"Damn, imitate a little!

Isaac, surrounded by flames, took off his burnt coat and jumped out of the spot in a big way.

Immediately after that, the cutting edge of the fine sword approaches Isaac. The man in long clothes was approaching suddenly within a few moments. Even the accidental flames were just blind.

A fine sword captures Isaac's shoulder.

Moment after moment, a high metal sound echoed.

I didn't know you could react to this.

The man in the long coat groans as if he was somewhat impressed. When I saw it, the tip of the short cane, which had been broken into, had not been stabbed, and I was just choosing the tip of the cane.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that"

Isaac activated the magic at close range while controlling the crossbow with a helical dagger. It is the art of winding a mighty wind, and Isaac dances the universe so that the men in long clothes are bounced off.

And they land almost simultaneously. Standing position is about the same as the start of the battle. Getting it, it was the distance Isaac was best at.

Magic is the top of all species in instantaneous firepower. Even a single blow won't spare him serious injuries, but this time Isaac seems to have used it to adjust his power well and avoid a bad melee. It was a tactic familiar with my power.

Once again, Isaac's magic strikes a man in the long coat with furious momentum. Thunder falls, ice debris falls, and the storm restricts the movement of a man in long clothes.

Although the man in the long coat attempts to approach again, he is on the defensive side of the battle for what should also be termed a barrage of fierce sorcery.

But there's not one rush floating in the face of a man in long clothes. From that narrowed eye, Isaac had a shot in the eye. It was truly the eye of the hunting side.

Isaac, by contrast, was in a slight hurry. His mana, which kept shooting magic, was about to be the limit. Then the man in the long coat avoids all direct blows.

Not good as this. Isaac came to him with a good opportunity when he was so conscious.

A lightning strike that was avoided just before crushed the scaffolding of a man in long clothes.

"Fuck you!"

A man in a long coat breaks down in a big way. Isaac missed the gap and fired countless flamethrows with the rest of the mana.

It sounds like a cannon explosion, flamebullets landing one after the other. Black smoke rose and the earth trembled slightly.

It was instantaneous fire, arguably the pinnacle of witchcraft. Even advanced demons will not spare fate.

"Stupid......"

But the man in the long coat stood there. Something like a thin membrane covers the man when you see it.

That's a tie. This time it was used [Junction: Flame Formation]. It is one of exorcism and a technique of preservation that has a variety of effects for each type.

Nevertheless, Isaac's sorcery was considerable, and the kingdom vanished immediately after it.

The man in the long coat stays alive and slowly begins to walk.

"Damn!

Isaac already at the limit. There's no more mana left to stop the man in the long coat. But with more power than flamebullets, you should be able to break the line. Having so decided, he threw away his short cane and waved down the trump card he had taken out of his nostalgia without hesitation.

It is a dagger. And it's not just a dagger. The power of the Spirit dwelt.

Moment after moment, a flaming storm was born. The roar as if it sounds from the bottom of the earth, the heat that will evaporate the surrounding area, and the poisonous, swirling red light. The carelessness of the forcibly deprived Spirit became resentment, a flame, and was attacked by a man in a long coat.

"Town Hall"

A wave of flame that only encapsulates incineration. An overwhelming power of the Spirit that makes people think they won't be able to resist it. But the man in the long coat just spinned a word, then. A fierce and mad Hautfire, that's what magically misted it.

"What!?"

I guess he was extra confident, with his eyes wide open, Isaac stares at the hollow and shivers his shoulders in a staring manner. All that remained there was just the heated air, which also soon became foggy.

That was truly a special blow. But even if it was rendered powerless by something incomprehensible, there was no choice but to create agitation. Isaac exposes himself to a decisive gap.

And naturally, the eyes of the man in the long coat, who had always captured Isaac, could not have missed it either.

Even if I were upset, I wouldn't have actually had a second. But at that moment, a bowgun arrow pierced Isaac's knee.

Raise your voiceless voice, and fall in, Isaac. A second shot flew in there, now wearing an elbow. At the same time, a dagger of the Spirit held in its hand rolls to the ground.

"Your loss."

Sealing his mobility, he also sealed his aggression, and still the man in the long coat walked unawares, bouncing off the dagger that was falling with a fine sword. Isaac looks up at the man with a bitter face and stares abominably.

Immediately afterwards, Isaac activated the Flame in a mana without.

A fireball with the power not to be insulted if used by a skilled person, albeit an initial step in witchcraft. The man in the long coat cuts off the flare shell that was fired at the end of his eyes and nose.

Still, I'm not done scratching my feet. Isaac continued, throwing a spiral dagger in his other hand.

A dagger that flies in hiding in a slight flame swing. But the man in the long coat shook a crossbow as if he could see it and played it, aiming in an instant and shooting through one of its elbows as well. Together, a voice of anguish sounds.

That was an overwhelming rate of reaction that made me want to suspect that someone was advising next door.

"Answer, then. There must be a man in your crew named Zell Shedall. Where is he now?

The man in the long coat moved his bowgun to Isaac's forehead and asked that in a terribly cold voice.

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