A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 327: Auction House Attack (3)

It was a shame that we were unable to rescue Justitia before the auction and ended up on the day of the auction.

As the number of guards increased and mercenaries were hired, the difficulty of rescue quickly soared.

But in the meantime, there were some things that were less unfortunate.

On the day of the auction, a huge number of people flock.

It was clear that if there was a disturbance, it would become more crowded than usual.

The crazy-thinking weasel changed from secretly stealing the rescue method to fair-mindedly destroying it and taking it away.

Of course, if such a thing is committed, the auction house will suffer enormous damage, and the very existence of the auction house will be in danger of being shaken...

Something to know.

After all, it is an auction house located in a crime city. Everyone, from the owner of the auction house to the manager and the chore workers, were probably criminals.

So the weasel made a bomb.

He made bombs, made more, and made a lot anyway.

He made so many bombs that Asil's face turned pale when he realized that what he was making was a bomb.

If all those bombs explode, you could literally collapse.

Again, it wasn't really the weasel's business.

And the result...

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– Kwaaaaang!! Kwaang!!!

I ran through the auction house, hiding the sound of my footsteps with the sound of explosions exploding in succession.

– Kwaang!!!

An ear-piercing explosion occurred right before our eyes, and huge flames and countless fragments hit us.

– Piing—

Each one was fatal, but none of them could penetrate the barrier that Justitia had spread.

Every time I saw fragments bouncing in front of my eyes with a clear sound, my body flinched and reacted. Even though she knew that she was blocked by the barrier, it was an inevitable reaction.

I think I ran quite a long distance, but fortunately I didn't encounter anyone.

If it was natural, it was natural.

Because bombs were still exploding here.

An ordinary person wouldn't dare come here because they were afraid, and even if they had the ability to block an explosion like Justitia, there was no reason to come here.

It would be great if we could escape like this, but unfortunately, not everything worked out that easily.

"Stop! Who are you?"

When the momentum of the explosion, which seemed to continue endlessly, was further reduced, we encountered a group of mercenaries.

A blue armband wrapped around his arm. The thing tied to the arm of the weasels disguised as guards was a sign that they were members of the mercenary group in charge of security at the auction house today.

They had been caught in several explosions already, so they were covered in soot here and there, and some of them had bandages made from torn cloth on their arms.

They were so nervous that they raised their weapons and looked like wounded animals.

The weasel took a quick look at them and then stepped forward.

"Hey, hey. You guys just happened to meet each other. "I have to take these people out, but do you know where the exit is?"

The mercenaries relaxed a little when they saw the weasel speaking so calmly and the blue armband wrapped around her arm.

The weapons that had been raised threateningly were slowly lowered, and the gazes turned towards each other.

"... I don't think it's an enemy. Who is this. What about those people? Is he a high person?"

"No, you idiot. Don't you know the main product today? "We were hired to protect those slaves."

"Ah. "Is that them?"

"Then that guy over there must have been chosen as a guard."

"But why are they here? Shouldn't they be in the slave waiting room?"

"Uh? Is that so?"

The weasel, who felt that the conversation between them was not going very well, intervened first.

"Ah-oh. You idiots. Are you out of ideas? With all this chaos going on, do you think the waiting room will be okay? That place was about to be destroyed, so I brought the slaves out. "If these people get hurt, we're all screwed."

The weasel spoke in a mercenary manner and pointed to the passage we had passed.

A passage that was shattered and scorched by an explosion that was difficult to count. In some places, there were holes in the floor or walls that allowed the wind to come in.

The mercenaries who saw that nodded one by one, saying it was worth running away.

In fact, we came this way on purpose, but to those who don't know that, it would seem like we went through a lot of trouble.

A valid reason for a savory conversation. The mercenaries were tricked little by little.

"Is that so? Okay. The exit is..."

It was a time when I thought I had almost gotten over it.

– The slave escaped!!!

Someone's shout echoed throughout the auction house.

The voice was so loud that it could not be drowned out by the shouts of the explosion that were still occurring. It looks like the neck was strengthened with magic.

"The slave escaped..."

"Maybe it's about them?"

Tongue.

It seemed like I heard that sound.

Ah. I'm not saying it actually made a sound, it just felt like it.

It was the sound of the scales in the hearts of the mercenaries, who had been going back and forth between 'trust' and 'suspicion' and gradually moving towards trust, hardening into doubt.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay with us for a while. Just wait until the others come. "Isn't it difficult?"

A mercenary wearing an orange armband. The mercenary, who probably had a higher rank than the blue armbands, spoke forcefully.

Following his words, the other mercenaries also raised the tips of their weapons and aimed again.

"Hey. Is there anyone with a flare? "Please call the others."

"I have it. Should I write it now?"

"Then are you going to put it in the safe? Write it quickly."

One of the mercenaries took out an object that looked like a firecracker and set it on the floor.

It was a signal flare that, when set up like fireworks in the summer, was fired upward to announce the location.

Chi profit...

The short-adjusted wick burns out in an instant, and in less than a few seconds, the signal flare is high in the sky...

– Piing—

It shot up, but fell helplessly into the air with a clear sound.

"What, what?"

"Is it a defective product?"

"That can't be possible! "Someone stopped it!"

A familiar sound to us.

Justitia deployed a barrier to prevent the signal flare from flying.

Since there was a wizard among the mercenaries, it was quickly discovered that the barrier was the reason the signal flare was blocked.

"Barrier? Who on earth..."

"Wait for a sec. Don't they have necklaces around their necks?"

"What?"

The moment before the mercenaries' suspicions became confirmed.

At that moment when a gap was revealed, even if just for a moment, the weasel rushed in and stabbed the orange armband with its sword.

"Ugh! I am the enemy!"

It looks like he had enough skill to wear an orange armband.

The orange armband, who twisted his body in that brief moment and barely escaped critical injury, was wounded enough to be incapable of fighting, hurriedly tried to hide behind the mercenaries.

But.

"Wind Spear!"

The spear of wind that flew along with Justitia's spell pierced her chest, killing her.

At the same time as the bright red color was scattered across the sky, the mercenaries who had been embarrassed by the sudden situation also came to their senses.

"Kill!"

"You bastards!"

Sword, axe, dagger, mace... I also took out a sword from my inventory to face the mercenaries who were running towards me with their respective weapons in hand.

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The battle was over in an instant.

Even if he had some level of skill, he was no match for us.

Moreover, the orange armband, which seemed to be the strongest among them, was taken away in a surprise attack, so all that was left was a ragtag group.

"If you were planning a surprise attack, you should have told me!"

As I ran toward the exit, I complained slightly to Justitia.

I was shocked when the signal flare rising into the sky was blocked by the barrier.

I was thinking that the weasel would trick me somehow, but I never thought he would use magic outright.

"Yes? "The weasel gave you a signal, right?"

However, Justitia asked back as if it was difficult to understand.

"What? Did you do that?"

"I did."

When I asked the weasel, he said it was true.

She said she had sent a signal saying that she would make a surprise attack if Justitia stopped the flare.

What is that. I had no idea?

"This is a signal used in the royal palace. It's not unreasonable to not know."

"I thought you knew... "I'm sorry."

If it came out like that, there wasn't really anything to say. I didn't suffer any damage, and since I complained, I decided to ignore it.

"For a moment."

The weasel, which had been running for some distance, stopped walking.

The exit wasn't even visible yet.

The weasel looked around and ordered Justitia to put up a strong barrier.

"... ? Okay."

After confirming that the barrier had become thick enough to be seen, the weasel pressed the switch protruding from the wall.

– Kwaaaaang!!!

The wall in front of me exploded with a huge explosion.

Justitia's barrier trembled greatly, but she endured it unharmed.

"Knock, call."

Even though I couldn't stop the smoke.

After the thick smoke cleared, I saw that one wall had completely disappeared and was completely empty.

And the shattered wall... What on earth did they do? It stretched all the way to the ground like a slide.

"This way."

The weasel was the first to slide down the ramp that was the wall.

"Is this okay?!"

Next, I, and finally Justitia, also stepped onto the ground through the ramp.

The ground was truly a mess.

Although it's not as frequent as it was in the beginning, the auction house still explodes sporadically, and the heartwarming sight of people getting caught up in the explosions and getting injured, and everyone suspecting each other that you may have done it.

Meanwhile, there were unusually many people in the area we arrived in.

Mainly mercenaries wearing armbands.

They were forming a circle and surrounding someone.

"Ah. Soira! "I'm here to save you!"

And in the middle of such a siege. I saw familiar silver hair.

No, it was you who came to save us.