Chapter 502 – #107_Fishbowl(2)
#502
One.
There is neither day nor night at the dock of Border Town, the hub of logistics that brings in mundane goods through the ‘door’.
Witches consume vast luxuries.
This is because as long as the total amount far exceeds the domestic production of Gehenna itself, there is no choice but to import from the present world as much as the insufficient part.
The sound of whipping and shouting at the slaves can be heard from all sides, and the cargoes unloaded from the ship are loaded onto wagons and stretched out to all parts of Gehenna.
Most cargoes are carried by slaves, but not for some commodities.
There were many valuables that required careful handling in the luxurious goods ordered by the witch, and of course, the responsibility for loss or damage was heavy.
Smugglers deal with such express items separately.
“Hey! Handle with care!”
“It’s damn fucking heavy.”
Like this box that two smugglers struggle to move.
On top of a wooden box big enough for a woman to fit in if she crouched down, there were sticky stickers sticking to it.
The smugglers, who had been moving the box for a long time, pushed and pulled it with crab steps, took a deep breath and carefully put the box down.
Hehe, fuck it, it’s the heaviest thing I’ve moved today.”
“Do you know what I heard?”
“A noble witch will write it down.”
“Two, let’s finish this and have a beer.”
“Good.”
The smuggler, who had been exchanging small talk in a gruff voice, sat with his ass pressed against a box nearby.
Now that they have entered the dock, the assigned wagon will soon arrive, and their role is to load the wagon.
“Where is this going?”
“Wait.”
As the smuggler asked while tapping the box, another smuggler pulled out a notebook from the back pocket of his jeans.
It is a notebook with a list of ‘special items’ to be dealt with today.
“Let’s see, let’s see….”
A smuggler going through a list from top to bottom.
The smuggler who was smoking a cigarette next to him stuck his head in and asked.
Because it took a lot longer than expected.
“Is there a problem?”
“What, is this an item not on the list?”
No matter how many times I looked up and down, there was no serial number for the box I had been moving so hard.
He patted him on the back as if he didn’t care about the cigarette.
“It’s okay, we must have taken the wrong thing the captain left. Let’s put it back before we get cursed at.”
The smugglers who bring goods back and forth between the present world and Border Town do not always work conscientiously.
Occasionally, items that are not on the list are secretly brought in and used directly or sold behind the scenes to make a profit.
Although it is against the rules, it is common practice to let it go even if it is caught.
-Bang!
The smuggler, who was smoking, kicked the box.
When he learned the full story of the incident, his kicking toward the box became more violent.
“Damn you pig. I’ll have enough leftovers, but how much can I eat so much that it’s so heavy?”
“If it’s black, what should I do? You listen over there.”
The two smugglers smiled bitterly.
Of course, the box that I had the hardest time moving was a product that had to be returned.
– Quick!
The lid of the box flew off like an explosion with the sound of dry firewood splitting.
At the same time, a small hand grabs the faces of the two smugglers without even a moment to scream.
“The big, distracted bastards are telling me I’m heavy.”
“Ugh… Ubub….”
“100 million… Billion… 100 million….”
What came out of her box was Clerch Asmode, a vampire witch with blood-red hair and eyes.
“You haven’t seen anything today. I’m going to get a hangover and I’m going to lose my memory. Do you understand?”
“Uh… Uh… Ah… All right….”
“Prepare a nice box that I can fit in on my next voyage. Add to the list as well. Something more comfortable than that box the size of a bat.”
“100 million… Billion… Billion, okay, yes.”
She bit her molars and slammed the heads of the two men.
The smugglers, who were twice as large as Klech, were scattered in the warehouse like heaps of luggage.
Looking at her, Klech brushed the sawdust from her hair and the box fragments from her shoulder.
I want to kill him, but I have to think about the future.
If she kills someone she doesn’t need for no reason and gets caught by her tail, things will go haywire and she won’t be able to come up with a way to escape.
Therefore, she was lenient with one of her trademarks, hypnosis, which erased her memory and then threw it away.
“…….”
In addition to her, even her box, which transported her all this time, was smashed to such an extent that her shape was not left.
Rather than destroying evidence, it was because it was a very fucked-up box that made her tremble for two weeks when she was curled up inside.
Outcasts, and sometimes exploits, also smuggled into Gehenna in various ways.
The most representative example is to create a backdoor through a homunculus that has the ability to cross space, pass through with a fake citizen ID, or mix in smuggled goods.
For reference, Clech’s method is a way to avoid even the most desperate witches.
Of course, accessibility is the best.
All you have to do is find a suitable smuggling ship and cut into the cargo.
However, if the route is twisted due to bad luck, there will be a problem of being stuck in a dark box for up to several months.
What’s more, witches with high brows wouldn’t be happy to go inside the box like luggage.
In other words, Klech is driven to such an extent that he has no time to attend to such trivial matters.
Giving the same pain to Duke Tipharette, who stole his love-hate lover, Bianca.
That was her only purpose.
However, no matter how poor her opponent is, she will be subdued in an instant if she riots within Gehenna.
The fact that even Bianca, who is capable of covert actions by all means, managed to get her prey out of Gehenna adds to the conjecture.
It’s a fish tank for that.
Clech sorted out his plan by fiddling with the small marble in his hand.
There is nothing else to organize.
It’s very simple.
Step One, looking for Shin Si-woo.
Step two, throw the fish bowl to feed him and run away as fast as possible.
It would have been a good revenge to see the opponent torn to pieces, but the risk was too great.
Moreover, by using only the witch’s coat of arms in the assassination, Prince Tiphareth’s wrath can be turned on the empty-headed submariner.
It would be best if the enraged Duke Tiphareth fought the Witch of the Deep and died.
Compared to the time when he lost Bianca for the first time, Clech was making his judgment calmly.
“Flush over, fresh blood.”
Along with the chanting, drops of blood gushed out from Klech’s whole body.
As the predecessor of a vampire passed down in folklore, her magic resembles the bizarre witchcraft of a legendary vampire.
Hundreds of familiars sprang up through the medium of blood, taking the form of bats, and spreading all at once into the dark night sky.
2.
A sudden tryst with the little mother-in-law.
Deneb, who had draped a fancy cloak over her clothes, suddenly suggested taking a walk.
Normally, it is easy to think of a cloak as a garment that trades convenience and aesthetics, but the case is different if it is worn over the shoulders of Count Gemonai.
The material is Astrakhan fur obtained from Persian lambs.
A modest look that gently hides the body so that the eyes of strangers do not reach it.
Anyone can see that it was only roughly dressed, but the figure that quite a few women could not imitate even if they decorated it to the fullest made them swallow exclamations without even grasping the atmosphere.
“Count. May I ask you something?”
“Tell me.”
Deneb suggested taking a walk.
Words are suggestions, but in fact, it is no different from an order.
However, the question is whether he dared to go all the way to Taro Town, leaving behind a wonderful garden that could be used as a promenade in the mansion.
At this time, if you go to Taro Town, there will be only closed shops and sleeping citizens.
“Therefore…. Is there any reason why it should be Taro Town?”
“Are there any complaints?”
“No. Could it be?”
I asked a question, but the twin wicks poured out immediately, the sharp eyes and the sharp voice.
Siwoo, who has a lot of kangaroos, had no choice but to curl his tail.
Another odd thing.
Deneb, who summoned Shiu to talk for a while, didn’t say anything.
Contrary to the expectation that she would be gnawed throughout her walk, she just walked without saying anything.
Siu followed her around like her attendant.
“… Twins can be awake. If they see you while walking around the mansion, they will almost certainly come running.”
“Aha, that’s why.”
“And it’s been a while since I’ve been to Taro Town.”
“Okay.”
It was still hard to regard it as a clear answer, but she wasn’t stupid enough to tackle it.
Deneb, who had been silent for a long time, spat out a word as she passed by the fountain.
“Did you have a relationship with the twins after that?”
From the low-spirited voice and the shy look, I immediately recognized what Deneb was referring to.
“No, I haven’t done that since.”
Harvest Festival after completing the verification with her mother-in-law.
She spent time with Master and Sharon, but unfortunately, she didn’t make time for it, unlike her twin, who had the last number.
The moment she almost overlaps her body for the last time, she is caught by Deneb and taken back to Musan, so she hasn’t had sex in quite a while.
Upon hearing that, Deneb became quiet again.
She suddenly raised her head and said.
“I think a walk is enough.”
“Oh, are you going back?”
“No, I need a drink at least.”
“Alcohol?”
“There is a villa nearby. Siwoo-kun would know, too.”
“Yeah, that’s right….”
He said he was caught having a tryst with the twins at that villa.
My stomach hurt even more.
Are you going to dig in earnest there?
“Me too… Should I follow you?”
“Sure, I’ve lined up nagging to you while walking, so get scolded there.”
Due to the little mother-in-law’s coercion, the sinful son-in-law had no choice but to follow him obediently like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse.
