A Wish to Grab Happiness

Exposed to the night breeze, the candles that illuminate the inside of the tavern sway loosely.

The many candles available to keep the light seemed to indicate the prosperity of the city itself.

Shaking shadows and firepowder-wielding lights illuminate Bruder's face.

"You want to hire me? Give me a break, what's the point? It's not like having a wild dog. Ka, haha!

If you want to hire a mercenary, that's the only way you'll be in this city to smell rotten, yes Blooder's lips move. When I offered him a glass of rum, Bruder's mouth began to move naggingly into rap. Absolutely, that's what I want you to do from the start.

To Bruder's inquiry, he narrows his eyes, fumbling and sniffing.

Sure, it must be odd for Bruder. I couldn't even think of any reason why a boulder would bother choosing him for hiring mercenaries, doing booze takari and making blue bruises in the back street at that price.

Oh, my God, what we talked about.

Now, I can't tell Bruder everything from start to finish. Instead, if I do that, I'll just put more suspicion on him with his suspicious eyes on this one.

Carefully, I tried to choose the words and opened my lips.

"... I just want to ask you for a job, Needle Shooting Blooder. Yes, I can't ask for anything else."

The place of work and the work at Belfein moved her lips instantly so as to meet the gaze of Bruder, who asks so.

To the word, Bruder crooks his eyes, fingers around the side of his hat, and closes his lips so that he can see. That was the habit of this man when he immersed himself deeply in thought.

A man named Blooder, on the other hand, has an odd depth of thought that shows the lack of the kind of product that does the liquor takali. What a distortion the likelihood is, the likes of people who have trouble with daily liquor, no matter how frigid it is for work, undertake for starving wild dogs to jump on the bait.

So his way of doing the thought seemed to chirp with his way somewhere.

"- Your words, they're good words, they make me feel good. But you can't. You don't see why it has to be me, it just sounds like a bad joke."

The liquor wasn't bad, so to speak, Bruder puts the empty pottery on the table with the liquor running out. As it was, I lifted my hips. As I tell you, the negotiations are over.

I wouldn't even have told you what the request was about yet, but whatever, are you being vigilant or short tempered? I see, that's his characteristic as well.

The fact that one side leaves the table in negotiations with mercenaries signals a breakdown in the negotiations. It was the norm in this city that it was wild and a violation of manners that drove us to what we tried to walk away from.

I can't stop Bruder from walking away, either. Even if I were to ask him to add booze, only one drink would make him luxurious from people.

So I never stopped calling my back trying to leave the tavern, I just threw my voice.

"I'll be here for a while. If it feels good and the weather is nice, you should come."

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A strange man, Bruder twists his neck. He didn't just treat himself to alcohol, he even wanted to hire him as a mercenary, what a strange man.

Bruder understands his power and reputation well.

Says Rokudenasi, who drinks. Lower mercenary collapse. The only man with a handle is a curve with a needle. That's the assessment of the presence of Bruder in Belfein. Bruder understands that it is quite reasonable.

Therefore, I still don't know. How many people have ever whimsically drunk for me, but there was no such thing as asking for a blooder as a mercenary. When it comes to work, it's sophisticated, like being able to collect in a few pairs. I've never been given that power before.

I want to hire myself personally. Again, when it's a joke of bad nature, Bruder flicks his index finger over the side of the hat.

Of course, I don't feel bad. Even in order to live in this city, Bruder does not differ in his status as a mercenary, and there is nothing in the mercenary that would offend him by asking for his own strength. Even if that skill is not very good.

But Bruder was unacceptable in his strange way.

There is always a back to being odd. There's always danger lurking in the back. A person with a back is like bringing danger. Very, not something I could have trusted.

Bruder thought that trust is something we cultivate while walking over each other and even interacting with one of the jokes if we can.

Universal mercenaries do not make such decisions. What matters to mercenaries is whether the reward is commensurate with the risk.

If the conceivable risk falls below the reward, even if the request does not allow the back to be hidden, I will accept it. That's the way the mercenaries live, that they spend their days cutting off their own lives.

Considering that, Bruder's way of judging is prudent, to put it badly, but he could also be described as terribly timid as a mercenary.

Second, the leg, which was moving without much meaning, stops. What was ahead of Bruder's gaze was a guild dedicated to mercenaries. It means something different from the formal guilds used by adventurers, but everyone called them mercenary guilds because of their nature.

While some mercenaries are individually contracted, the majority of them are requested through a Belfein-controlled guild.

Mercenaries were originally difficult to manage. Anyway, everyone and he are rootless. It flows to those who have money and never settles somewhere. If he did poorly, he could quickly move from a mercenary to a burglar, standing in the position of a troublesome earner.

Except for the mercenary city of Belfein.

By acting as a shield behind the mercenaries, Belfein succeeded in keeping certain mercenaries at hand at all times as commodities in the city itself. If so, the next step is how to manage it.

If you had all your work contracts individually, it would be difficult to grasp the clear situation even if Berfein received a little from the success reward. If I can do this, I want to centrally manage the contract status and its rewards and suck them up like taxes.

An organization called the Mercenary Guild was created under those thoughts.

The merchant asks the guild for the necessary amount of mercenaries, and the guild summons mercenaries at its request. Sometimes it used mercenaries with guilds, and sometimes it gathered mercenary collapses hanging around the city like a blooder.

As a result, merchants save time negotiating directly with mercenaries, and as mercenaries, at least they are not trampled down or squandered in vain. It is, in a sense, a virtuous circle of profit.

Even so, it was not a pleasure for the mercenaries to live on that day because Berfein would fill the reward by multiplying it even more than the amount originally paid as a guild royalty.

Usually it's a troublesome place for Bruder, who doesn't boil the energy to go in either. But I'm in for drinks today, and I'm feeling slightly better. I wouldn't mind if I went in for a chill. Hands on the door, whistling cheerfully.

"Come on, you've got a rare one, booze breakdown. I'll tell you what, there's no job I can turn you around right now."

As soon as I got in that way, this is the word thrown by the Master of the Alliance. You must have known it was half chilled.

Bruder sits in a nearby chair with his throat ringing strangely, fluffy and drunk footsteps.

Anyway, recently, the merchants are wondering what to do because of the fall of Gallu Amalia. I'm in a temporarily free guild, and sometimes I get kicked out.

Looking at him, the master is removing the parchment sticking out in the front of the guild. The parchment is an indisputable, cathedral engraved directive. It is not inherently allowed to be removed without permission.

"Ka, haha. Master, if you want to change sects, go ahead. If I run to church and snitch first, that's the only way I'm gonna get the gold."

Stupid bastard, the master said, threw the parchment that was round in his hand into Bruder's hand. Nature and the rounded state of parchment are solved, and the letters on the surface and their contents are exposed.

"Your lord's orders. Temporarily, you shouldn't stick it out."

Tell them to paste it at all, or they're on their own. Yes, the master puts stupidity in his mouth and makes him puke.

At the same time that such a master's words struck his ear, Bruder's narrow eyes reflected a single sentence.

- Pious man. Death to the witch Mattia and to the great sinner Rugis.

"The reward... you've never even seen it. Amount? I don't know how many glasses of rum I have. Not a bad joke."

Bruder raised his cheeks slightly while making his eyes look interesting somewhere.