Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The collector was in the association.

It was going to be late at night, so after camping outside, I entered the village early in the morning.

"Invalid request? What's this all about?

It is an example official. Even today it is iron skin.

"Before Mr. Klund ordered the request, the Dorgan Congress clarified the rules for the request order. The so-called salting request will be received from a fair rank, down to two, and the implicit rule will remain the association rule. The request is invalid as the clarification of the association rules is before the date and time of the request order. Compare a copy of the order requested by the collector to the date and time of adding the association rules?

Slurpees and officials who just explain that they are superiors.

"The inadequacy of the communication itself is a mistake on the part of this newbie, so don't worry, penalties for violating the rules will not be imposed specifically and will not mean that the request fails -"

I'll thank you, by the way.

"- Oh, okay. Enough."

That's what the shrewd keeper said, blocking the official's mouth.

"Really? So what do you do with your tramora grass? After checking here, buy -"

"- No, fine. Take it home and eat it yourself. Ridiculous."

"Yourself,"

Here I finally saw a slight upset in the staff.

"For once, will you let me check?

"The request is void and I won't sell it. Then you don't have to show it."

"Oh, really?"

"More than that, we need to talk"

Officials frown.

"I just protested..."

"- No. Doesn't it make sense that you did? Because it's a notification from the state.... monster related story."

The staff face tightens at once.

"Can I tell you what story first?

In response to an official whisper, the collector whispered about the Ice Warrior monster (monster) the other day.

"... ok. Please wait while I contact the Branch Manager"

So the staff hastily disappeared into the back.

"Come on, ten stars (Luterella) asked for four stars (Gabodrazze) to be salted, and you said that you did the tramora grass collection too? Don't make fun of it."

Bald muscle Dharma, which was lined up with a daze in the back, interrupts in front of the collector.

At the same time they look like they've noticed something, thinking it's the face the collector saw somewhere.

"Come on, you're a hectic rookie in the meantime."

Straw and the two remaining chimp hunters also gathered in that dra voice.

"Tramora grass, huh? Let's have a look. If that's true."

"Hey, if you have one, I can show you."

The collector looks uncomfortable.

"I'll eat myself, never mind"

When the zodiac said so, the three people involved started laughing face-to-face.

It is a guerraggera and a nasty laugh.

"Gehaha, eating jibu or something, aren't you stupid? It's noble of you to eat like that."

"I suppose it's decided that I should sell it. A hundred and a hundred Rod, huh? I don't know how many spices it would take to get to King's Capital."

"No way, I don't even know what spice it is anymore, do I? What country is it, gehahaha?"

I see you have spices if you go to Wangdu, the collector got a little happy, but I guess I lost just the amount of money attached to my nasty face, I was thinking about something so irregular.

"Whoa, I'm listening!

A chimpy hunter A poking his keeper's shoulder more and more.

"Mr. Klund, please step back."

There was an official voice. The collector tries to go to the back with Stasta for this delicacy.

"Wait."

Chimpy hunter b grabs the shoulder of the collector.

The collector slowly grabbed the arm of the chimp hunter b who grabbed that shoulder.

"Oh, no."

Bald muscle Dharma, chimpy hunter a get up.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

It didn't look like the collector did anything, but the chimpy hunter b screams.

"Seniors, officials are calling me, may I go?

The other two don't want anything like the pain of an unusual fellow. No.

Then the collector let go of his arm and walked to the back.

I had no more fear of chimps.

"Oh, that son of a bitch, fuck his nails."

"There was no sign you were using magic."

"You're making a fuss, let me see"

Bald muscle Dharma rampantly takes the chimp hunter those two arms.

"... come on, did you even get bitten by a wolf?

Five fingerprints were there, tearing the skin off his arm and making a mole.

While goopering his fingers, the collector was satisfied that he was able to experiment with the human body to see if it was worth working out specifically on his fingertips.

Basically, the collector's teacher is a commercial martial arts book he read when he was in Japan and a snowflake.

The martial arts of the martial arts and temperament system are not easy to practice without their opponents first. Although the striking system can be arched by one, guessing, defense, etc. are still difficult to feed without an opponent, and the art of sport does not pass into the wild without so much taste.

Then, like each martial arts of the ancient stream, the collector decided that it was a good idea to forge a point and use it as a weapon and polish a blow. I can't help it because there wasn't even a teacher who could tell me if that was a mistake.

All I had to do was fight snow and white even, based on the concept, using reflex nerves, physical abilities.

Once I tried tearing a low kick at Snow White, I almost got marcassed as it was, so I'm pretty sure I'm not mistaken.

Concon and a forward iron-skinned official knocked on the door.

It is put through as it is and stood in front of a large desk.

Sitting on that desk with both arms was a man of a racial age, apparently dressed in tailored clothing enough to see and understand.

"Hmm, you seem to be causing me a lot of problems. The monster said it was. Well, it was recommended by the captain of White Spear, and yes, it can sometimes be removed, so I guess it's getting high."

Without even naming him, the branch manager narrows his eyes.

"Don't give me too much credit, do you?

A disgusting gaze looks at the treasurer.

The collectors exposed to that gaze were getting better and better wondering if there were any decent personnel in this association.

"Well, come on. This is Branch Manager Yakov Sergeli Meiser."

"Hi, it's Klund."

"I'll take it. I also take complaints."

That's how much I started talking without even listening to the Founder's report.

Too long and far-fetched to sum it up.

the association's overly rules-based conduct stands out;

Being deliberately hunting that doesn't fit the rank.

That he took care of Zaul during his ten-star tentative registration (Luthera).

That he intimidated me and forced me to take the salting request.

That he went to the request without even putting on the leader.

There's no way the Branch Manager would believe the words of a rookie hunter who only has the background to say that it's a claim but the last one.

Associations and other hunters often only look at the forsaken children that celebrities have picked up, usually with the degree of awareness that they are displaced and refugees.

There was little room for the Branch Manager to doubt the words of locals and congressional leaders.

"Well, let's hear the report."

The collector explains the situation to the thrower already. I thought this could happen, but I can't feel like telling you that it's actually like this.

"Well, then you, the ten star (Lutheran), defeat the Ice Warrior Monster (Monster) by yourself. That shield is proof of that."

You can't talk about acari or snow and white, so it will. Even though there was not a single guilt in the collector about it.

Acari, snow and white, you deserve what you can't talk about, and you just had to be in a different position.

Branch manager glimpses a small round shield that is tired to see.

"That sounds like something that could be anywhere. If you're going to lie, lie a little more decently. You want to take off your tentative state early, increase your rank, and get hunter preferences, but you don't."

My eyes will not deceive you, but they are good faces. [M]

"Come on, that'll be enough. So go ahead. Good luck raising your rank... Whoa, but I have a leader to put on you. Thanks to a man of honor, the brave one, the hunter is down. Without a leader, you wouldn't get a request, would you?

The collector thinks I don't care about hunters or anything anymore and tries to leave the room.

-Concon.

"That's good. - Look, what are you doing, go on."

Open doors with chatter.

It was a woman of the giant race who came through the door all the time.

"Four stars (Gabodrazze), Elida Bergin. I'll take care of you today."

Brown skin. There is some colour in his sharp and stern face. Tiny redheads look like lion hyenas, but they just seem appropriate. Her chest swells wide, her abs are cracked, and her lower body is disappointingly flat. Simple black leather equipment had high exposure and part of the valley and glutes of the chest were visible.

Not young, but not old. The appearance of the giant species was as difficult for age to discern as Greek sculpture.

Thus, it is the female version of Maxim.

"Oh, please, the hunter's been down a lot."

With an affectionate laugh on Elida, the branch manager puts his hands small and chases the collector.

"Oh, Branch Manager"

"Hmm, what is it?

"You newbie, I'll take care of you."

Says he's buying a lead.

"But you still have to go around a few countries to become a three star (cellulobi). I can't let you do that for nothing. A good hunter is a treasure of the country, no, the world. The talented ones need to be stretched out."

"It's not as good as newbie lead, I'll take care of it. Yes, it's a decision."

Pampered and clapped his hands, Irida leaves the room at will.

"Look, I'm coming."

That's what they said, and the collector followed it for now.

I could see the Branch Manager's abominable face.

It is.

The collector left the branch manager's office in a clear mood.

Elida sat somewhere at the bar counter near the entrance, preoccupied, as I think she had heard.

"Atashi is Elida Bergin, four stars (Gabodrazze), as you can see, a giant species. It's troublesome to get out of the way when hunting, Irida is fine."

"Klund, tentative ten star (Luthera), race. Call me whatever you want."

Elida, who received a glass of wood with liquor from the bartender, sipped it in a bite.

Because of Elida's body, the cup looked oddly small.

Elida demands booze again on that cup and makes the bartender pour it.

I silently gave it to the collector.

The collector receives it like that.

Wooden cups are tight and handy, and are still regular cups for size.

The sawdust sees Irida, and then smiles it like Irida all at once.

Huh, hot so my throat can burn.

It's like vodka, but only slightly habitual.

"Keep this clear for strong liquor. I don't want to drink crap."

Elida laughed. When you laugh, you look fierce like a beast, so it's a terrible thing.

"If you're a good drinker, you go out with him."

It seemed to me that I knew it wasn't about the taste of alcohol.

Irida deepens her grin in a meaningful way.

"Well, I guess so."

I'm not particularly strong on alcohol.

It doesn't matter if you're strong or weak.

I don't care if it's expensive or cheap.

Good or bad.