79 – Queen of the Backstreets – 5
Marietta was in deep anguish as she looked at the empty chair after the boy had left.
‘It didn’t work.’
The boy showed no change after drinking the second tea.
Occasionally, there were few people who could withstand the first car, but that’s why the second car was close to the last resort.
If you combine more stimulants, the effect will be more obvious, but instead, traces will remain. It is likely to instill suspicion that something is riding on the car.
Quite a few men all knelt in the first car and crept into Marietta’s arms. The second car did not hold out.
In fact, there were very few people who even received the first car, and the number of people who received the second car was small enough to count on one hand throughout Marietta’s life.
I don’t offer tea to the idiots like this. The only reason she behaves like this is with people she has value under her.
That’s why I thought it would never fail.
‘Is my patience so great that it cannot be judged by human standards? if not… … .’
Did you have the means to recover from status ailments?
It was also stealthy enough not to be noticed by Marietta’s five senses, and swift enough to trigger the effect of the car before the boy attacked Marietta.
“The more you know, the more interesting he is.”
Marietta sucked in the long porridge and spat it out. A cloud of grayish smoke spread, mixing with the air and becoming more and more transparent.
I was intrigued.
At first, I thought it was just my younger brother asking for a rich customer, but now I see that it was a boy who was far from a simple customer.
The shoulder straps, which had slipped down to add to the tea’s effect, reached her elbows, almost exposing her breasts, but Marietta didn’t care.
Instead, she called her sister.
“Yeah, sister. You called—- uh.”
The blond man frowned at the smell of cigarettes filling the room and grabbed his nose. He fanned his hands in front of his face, dispersing the smell of cigarettes.
“You look like you only smoke cigarettes all day, why do you hate this smell so much?”
“How the hell did he come up with only smoking cigarettes?”
“It’s got a face just like yours. Blonde, dark-skinned, muscular, and shiny.”
“What the hell did I look like, damn it. So what’s the matter, sister? You didn’t call me to say something like that, did you?”
“You mean that?”
Marietta’s eyes shone briefly.
The blond man covered his mouth, perhaps realizing that he had made a mistake, but the magic circle drawn on Marietta’s palm was already glowing.
“Hey, wait! Sister! I made a mistake—- big!”
The man’s right hand grabbed his left wrist and broke it. With a terrible sound of wrist bones breaking, the wrist snapped at an angle it shouldn’t have.
Seeing the man shivering in pain from his broken wrist bones, Marietta brought her mouth to the jangjuk.
“again.”
“……So, why did I call you, Sister?”
The blond man forcibly returned the corner of his mouth that was about to twist. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“How many kids can I throw away now?”
“Suddenly, why?”
“Because I want to try it.”
Marietta took out a scroll from under the desk and threw it at the man’s feet. It was a scroll with recovery magic drawn on it.
The man whimpered, picked it up with one hand, put it between the armpit of his left arm, and tore it with his right hand to activate the magic. A green light enveloped the man’s broken bones.
As his grotesquely bent wrist regained its shape, the blonde man wiped the sweat from his forehead. Should I be thankful that my tongue wasn’t pulled out?
“Testing who? The kid I brought?”
“It’s true that you brought him, but he’s not a kid.”
“You’re a kid. You look young just by looking at it. I call you big brother, but does your sister know how much trouble you’ve had because that doesn’t suit you? I’m sure you’re 17 or 18 at most.”
“That boy you call kid, withstood the second car.”
At Marietta’s words, the blonde man opened his mouth. It was an expression of incredulity.
“Wow, he endured that? It sucks. No, wait a minute. Did my sister even use the second car? I guess he wasn’t an ordinary guy either. Seeing how he made me use that method as well.”
“You must catch him. I really liked him.”
“What about it?”
“that.”
Marietta’s jangjuk pointed to a corner of the room. The man turned his head. There were well over twenty visible leather pouches piled up there.
“All gold coins. 100 per bag. Total of 24 bags.”
“All…… gold coins? Could it be that kid?”
“The bag was enchanted with space compression. That wasn’t the end of it. Judging by the look on his face, it seems that there were at least as many as that. Where did all those gold coins come from?”
“…I see. I understand it roughly. Did you ask how many guys you can throw away? Maybe right now, 5 people, even if you drag one person by force, 6 people will be the limit.”
“It’s perfect. Put them all in. Don’t forget to cut the tail.”
When Marietta’s order was given, the blond man quickly left the room.
If only I hadn’t broken my wrist, I would have gone out with a smile and a good laugh, but it was impossible to do that right after I said a wrong thing and broke my bone.
Left alone in the room again, Marietta took in the cigarette smoke in her mouth.
“Now that skill will be revealed.”
Carrying dozens of gold coins in a bag enchanted with space compression magic, having experience using Tene’s leaves, and using sophisticated recovery magic that Marietta didn’t notice.
Marietta was curious about the boy’s skills. Is that action just a bluff, or does he really have the skills to do it?
If it’s the former, just kill him and steal his bag and money, and if it’s the latter, just use your body or whatever to draw him towards you.
Whether it’s a bag enchanted with space compression and dozens of gold coins, or a talent who will earn dozens of gold coins. It was not a losing business either way.
Marietta was so confident.
The lodging the blonde man recommended was located not too far from the building where I met a human named sister. At most, it is about 10 minutes on foot.
The inside of the house was also clean. According to the blonde, it’s just that the people who stay there are disgusted, but the accommodation itself isn’t of poor quality.
According to the blond man who said that the people who stayed there were disgusted, the owner of the inn asked for almost 20 silver per night.
The cost of accommodation was less than half of that. It was a kind of deposit that came from the fact that there were so many people jumping around with something.
The owner explained that if you check the room with the owner the next morning and there are no destroyed or stolen items, the rest of the difference will be returned intact.
By the way, I did not have silver coins, so I gave out gold coins.
The owner looked at me with ridiculous eyes, but when he told me that I could exchange money and return 50 silver coins, I suddenly became servile.
‘Jim is… … There is none.’
After taking over the largest room in my own way, when I tried to unpack, I realized that I had very little luggage.
At most, the sword or this bag is all, but both are very difficult things to drag around in a place like this.
Especially the knife. A weapon to protect one’s body must be worn.
Instead, the bag may be taken away.
If you go back to the palace and someone tells you that your bag has been stolen, Charlotte will personally descend and crucify the hapless pickpocket alive.
Rather, it gave me an excuse not to spend money, so there was nothing to lose.
“Let’s deal with this first.”
I opened the bag, put my hand in it, and took out a potion made from Tene’s leaves. No, it’s not a potion, it’s a poison.
A potion the size of a single finger could annihilate the population of a village. Tene’s leaves were such a potent poison.
Oops, I opened the cork on the potion bottle. It didn’t smell at all. Odorless. It was another characteristic of Tene’s leaves.
I drank the liquid inside.
The reaction was instantaneous.
The roof of his mouth and tongue burned as soon as the leaves of Tene landed in his mouth. The liquid passed down his throat, melting his esophagus, and some penetrated the valves blocking his airway and burned his lungs.
As soon as the liquid reached the stomach, a hole was made in the wall of the stomach. Tene’s leaves spread through the body through a hole in the wall of the stomach, instantly turning the internal organs into a thick liquid.
My legs gave out and I sat down. Unable to withstand the liquid that flowed back into his esophagus, he vomited it out, and blood that was close to black soaked the floor.
The fat and muscles that made up the body seemed to have softened, so the upper body collapsed and touched the lower body. His face was buried in his thighs.
Finally, as soon as the eyes were about to melt, the body began to return to its normal state.
The series of processes he had just gone through were rewinded intact. The face, which had fallen on the thigh, returned to its original position, and the spine straightened again.
The black blood that spread on the floor returned to the ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. My heart, which had almost stopped working, started beating again. The internal organs that had melted filled the stomach again.
Finally, the roof of the mouth and tongue, which were burned first, were restored.
Now, only the empty potion bottle and my eyes wide open were left in the room.
“Fuck.”
He spat out curses.
“This won’t kill me.”
