A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 315: Chang Gwan Assistant (4)

Chapter 315: Chang Gwan Assistant (4)

The room Bisil opened the door and entered was different from the previous underground labyrinths.

Thanks to the magic tools that emit light installed everywhere, it was as bright as day, and the walls were covered with neat wallpaper.

Several people with swords on their belts were guarding with shining eyes.

So to put it simply, at least this room seemed to be managed like a normal portal.

Considering that most illegal portals have problems because they are not properly managed, just being managed in this way makes the portal quite stable.

Is it true that Justitia is beyond this portal?

In that case, it is understandable that only VIPs among VIPs use it, so it is safe to manage it.

"How is it. Are you surprised? We have something like this in our store. You know it's a portal? No, since you said you came from a place farther than the imperial capital, you probably know about the portal. But this is my first time seeing this. A portal is not just a portal... "

At a time when even the people guarding the portal began to frown due to Bisil's endless chatter.

– Ugh...

The surface of the portal began to tremble with a low vibration sound.

The people with bored expressions adjusted their posture, and Bisil also stopped talking and stood to the side.

"... As you know, there will be an auction in a few days, so please attend and grace the occasion... "

"Okay. Of course, you know. It's hard to say for sure whether I'll attend yet, but I'll try my best."

"Oh my, thank you for just that!"

The people who came out of the portal were a manager with a treacherous smile and a man who was rubbing his palms until they were worn out, and a man I had never seen before.

The man's face was truly something I had never seen before. However, looking at all the accessories he wore, he seemed like a very wealthy person.

Well, since that's about it, the manager of the Changgwan is guiding the guide directly.

"But that's the thing. Because I also have quite a lot of responsibility. "I'm just asking this just in case, but I'm sure you've made enough preparations for safety on the day, right?"

"Of course. We are doing our best to achieve this. We also hired several mercenaries for security."

"Hmm... Will that be enough? "Let me send some of my underlings."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The manager bowed repeatedly and left the room.

The atmosphere in the room relaxed when the manager and the man left the room and the footsteps could no longer be heard.

"Phew... "

The tension was relieved with a breathing sound that I couldn't tell who made.

Bisil spoke to the people guarding the portal.

"Hey. It's really breathtaking. Hey. "You guys had a hard time too."

"Well, we're always like this. Where are you going, teacher assistant?"

"Ah. To room 116."

"Number 116? "It's a deb show that can only be connected with the manager's permission."

"What's going on between us? Can't you tell that the manager didn't say anything when he saw me just now? "It's all been discussed."

"Still, according to regulations, there must be documentation... "

"Document? Hey. Are we going to work for a day or two? What great knights are we? "Do you have to worry about documents and such?"

"No, that's... "

"Ah. Really. Are you a Mac right now in front of my slave? This is all part of teaching assistantship. "Are you going to take responsibility if there's a problem with training S-class slaves because of you?"

"..."

It was a secret story that showed the complete truth.

The man guarding the portal was only trying to carry out his duties faithfully, but he could not help but become weak when told that it was his responsibility.

"... Hey. I'll send it to you. Just as the teaching assistant said, the manager didn't say anything either. "I guess it's all been said."

"... Yeah, yeah. I will connect you right away. "Excuse me."

In the end, the man also changed his opinion when the other man tapped his side.

The man began manipulating the magic tool installed next to the portal.

"How is it? "I am this kind of person."

"Uh... It's amazing."

Bisil spoke in a somewhat proud tone.

Is this something worth bragging about?

In this day and age, it might be something to be proud of as the power to push back against force.

From my perspective living in modern times, it seemed like nothing more than a waste of truth.

"That's enough. You can just go in."

"Okay. Do better next time."

"Yes!"

Bisil tapped the man on the shoulder and entered the portal first.

I quickly followed behind. A grumbling sound was heard from behind, and it disappeared as it passed through the portal.

After passing through the portal, it was a mansion.

A mansion with a well-maintained garden, with greenery swaying under the warm sunlight.

A fountain with a sculpture of an unknown bird decorates the center of the garden, and a square landscaped garden tree surrounds the outside.

If you look at this scene alone, there is no notable noble residence anywhere.

Everyone's lungs will be full of wind when they become VIPs, so does this mean I have to do this?

Even though it is only a part of the window.

I used "Radar" In my head to estimate the location of this place. ... I felt that Asil and Flora's locations were very far away.

If it was somewhere nearby, it would have been resolved by robbing this place without having to attack the auction house. Unfortunately, it seems that a simple solution is not available.

"You're surprised, right? This is the top secret among top secrets, even in our window. "Only VIPs of VIPs and high-ranking officials like me can come here."

I have one too.

I looked around with the feeling that I was seeing something strange and kept the terrain in my mind as much as possible.

Even with a quick look, it was easy to find the person standing guard. I think it would be difficult to steal it directly from here.

Is there really no other answer than raiding the auction house?

Bisil crossed the garden without hesitation and opened the door to the mansion.

"Come fast. As I said before, I'm busy."

For that matter, we chatted for a long time.

As I followed Bisil through the mansion, I found a place that was particularly noisy.

"Ah. Looks like it's over there today."

Bisil, who found the place at the same time as me, turned her body and walked towards it.

I encountered a group of men coming from the other side.

Bisil only nodded lightly in greeting, and she stood still and got out of her way until the group passed by.

This was unusual for Bisil, who was one of the most talkative people I've ever met.

If the other person was someone I knew, I thought I would open my mouth first.

As I passed by the group, a terrible smell wafted in the air.

The smell of sweat and various bodily fluids mixed together, an obscene smell.

If you are familiar with it, it was a familiar smell.

Going back in the form of retracing where they came from...

"Hmm. "You've come to the right place."

There was one large room.

In a randomly open room, a woman was decorating her body.

No, it would be more appropriate to say that she was putting herself together rather than dressing up.

Because my pure white naked body was stained with a whitish liquid, I was wiping it off with a wet towel.

It was clear why he was using other methods to clean his body, rather than using clean magic, which was effective and consumed less mana.

Because this woman had the same leash around her neck as mine.

Necklace for slaves.

Because he was wearing a leash that prevented him from using magical power, he could not use clean magic.

Voluptuous breasts that seem to be a good match compared to Asil.

A waist that draws a smooth line and buttocks that look soft.

Plus, rich pink hair that goes down to her waist.

She didn't even have to ask who this woman was.

Justitia.

Our goal was right in front of us.

?

Bisil gave only a brief explanation and left her mansion alone.

There was a lot to say, but to summarize, it was like this.

– Because you will be receiving teaching assistants with him from now on. Let's at least build some friendships by tomorrow.

"..."

"..."

An awkward silence filled the room.

Why did they leave us alone?

It was questionable, but... It was a good thing for someone like me who has a plan.

"Excuse me... "

"Hello. "I am Justitia."

Before she could say that she had come to save her, Justitia spoke first.

"Ah. Yes. My name is Soira. I am... "

"You must have been surprised to suddenly come to a place like this. "I will show you around for a moment, so would you please follow me?"

"Yes? Yes."

Justitia did not listen to my words until the end and left the room first.

Frown.

Just before she left the room, Justitia looked back at me and gave me a small glance.

Ah.

I see Somehow, as far as I know, Justitia wasn't the kind of person who would interrupt someone else's conversation like this, but it seems like there's something wrong with her.

Bedroom, bathroom, dining room, garden... He took me to various places and really guided me.

And finally, when we reached the warehouse.

"This is a warehouse. It's literally a warehouse. It's a place that isn't cleaned well and has only miscellaneous things..."

Frown.

I immediately spoke after recognizing Justitia's signal.

"Still, I'd like to see it sometime? Can I come in?"

"If you say so. Just a moment."

The warehouse door was not locked.

She went inside and closed the door, after which she made sure no one else was there.

"Thanks for following along. "Everything else in this mansion appears to be a magic tool."

"Everything?"

This mansion had many rooms commensurate with its size.

The bedroom, bathroom, toilet, etc. That I saw while being guided through the mansion a little while ago.

It was dizzying to think that all of those places were visible. People with exposed walls might like it.

"But why is it okay only here?"

"I heard that a bug passed over a magic tool while a VIP was spying here."

Ugh.

It's a terrible thing just to hear.

It was when I was rubbing my swollen arms and thinking about something horrifying.

"So, you can speak comfortably here. ... How is Flora doing?"