There was only one place in Solia where there were sewers.
Bottom Solia.
In Bottom Solia, a place where rejects who were thrown out from Solia gather, there were beggars who decided to get some money from the capital’s swordsmanship competition.
How do beggars earn money from a nobles’ event?
“I disguise myself as a poor girl surrounded by tough men and enact an unjust scenario! Then! The noble bastards like to step forward saying ‘what are you doing to a lady!?’ Then I trick the nobles, darting in and out!”
As a woman, who was the most outstandingly dressed among the beggars due to her role as ‘bait,’ flicked her tongue in and out like a snake; a man who was walking next to her clicked his tongue.
“Tut.”
“Oh? Why are you clicking your tongue? Today’s work, if we think about it, didn’t we fail because of your acting Hemil?”
“We failed because of me? No! That’s not right!”
The beggar called Hemil by the woman rebutted.
“Beta, what am I supposed to do about your crappy facial expressions?”
“Hah?”
At Hemil’s rebuttal Beta, who was the bait in the group, filled her face with killing intent and threatened.
“Won’t you shut up? I’ll stitch up your mouth you rat?”
“What? Rat? Has this b*tch gone crazy?”
Hemil didn’t lose and fired back.
The rest of the beggars shook their heads at the two people gritting their teeth.
It seemed that they were used to this sort of thing.
“Anyway, if we keep going like this then we can’t fill the quota. If we’re going to use that reject properly then we have to succeed at least twice tomorrow you know?”
A beggar who had just barely calmed the two down pointed at someone who was crouching in the corner of the hideout.
“Ah, yeah… It’s a reject from the magic tower that we went through a lot of trouble to get.”
It was a woman who was crouched down sitting.
Her hair was wet with effluent water.
Her facial skin showed signs of damage from chemical substances.
She had hands that were missing around two fingers, as if they were cut off…
The person, who had an appearance so bad that if someone were to look at her they would be cursed with all kinds of bad luck, was the beggars’ joker card.
“Trash is trash, so we need to quickly use it before the expiration date.”
If the prey that they seduced by ‘darting in and out’ was too big to fit into their mouth…
She was a card that allowed them to swallow it forcefully.
The person who was sitting in the corner with a horrendous appearance was a secret weapon that they could use to swallow up the foolish nobles that they tricked.
“Che, that b*tch… If only she wasn’t the trash of the magic tower, we would’ve used her instead of Beta as bait.”
“What? Who would show interest to a b*tch who can’t even wear a ring due to her missing fingers?”
“Ha, that’s true too!”
The beggars looked at their ‘tool’ and laughed.
***
“…Oh, you’re here?”
The best inn in Left Solia.
Riley, who came back to his room after finishing his tour, saw Ian, who was sitting on his bed drinking black sugar beer, and sent a greeting.
“Young Master…”
Ian who was drooping his shoulders turned around and looked at Riley.
There wasn’t enough alcohol in the black sugar beer to intoxicate someone.
At Ian’s face which was somehow flushed, Riley’s shoulders shook.
“Why are you doing this?”
The men and women were separated
Because they rented two rooms, currently there was only Riley and Ian there.
It was somehow awkward.
“…Ian?”
Was he going to ask about what happened yesterday evening?
Or was he angry about how they had left him behind for the entire day and went off to play in Left Solia?
“Maybe…”