Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Inside Sin and the quiet workshop, there was the sound of patsy and fireplace firewood bursting.

Less firewood was still evidence that Bartis was not so rich, but he was also able to say that he was rather comfortable if worn a little thick, as he had not blown in a gap wind or anything.

In a dim workshop where just such outside light enters, Lei Lei is royal with a good width body and has blue muscles on his temples.

The nostalgic atmosphere somewhere in the workshop went hand in hand, making the collector look somewhat like a mother scolding a child who did oita, remembering a little nostalgia.

"- I didn't know you'd even call me if you pushed that money back without waiting for a response."

"... don't slap me in the ass"

"Ass slapping for a bad kid, right?

"So the stick..."

"Aren't you a hunter? Cute. It won't hurt if I cut it off, will it?

Raleigh is a little lower than the collector because of his height, but he has a good width and his arms are not even thin enough to flatter him.

But from the average person, hunters can be considered robust, although they vary from person to person. With enhanced magic, though.

"What's a bad boy... does my husband slap you too?

"You bet. What else do you slap?"

".................. so you get slapped too?

"I'm not gonna do anything wrong."

A ray of grinning.

As a collector, I had a lot to say, but I'm not even likely to listen where I said that to Layle. It is certainly true that I left a lot of money without saying anything to it, and on the contrary, I might have wanted to complain about one of them if I had been in a similar situation.

The collector gives up his objection, sighs and stands up rubbing his glutes.

As he stood gently off the interval between the old sticks held by the ray, the collector's hips were drawn.

"... what about Ekaitz?

"It's caged in the back with material processing. You'll come out when you're hungry. More than that..."

The collector takes a step back.

However, Raele approached the collector and looked at him, without worrying about the collector, who would set himself up without removing his gaze from the stick.

Will you still be scolded, the keeper braces his belly?

But...

"I couldn't even thank you properly that night. Besides, you didn't even hear the rumors about that night, did you give me that inedible, middle-aged proposal?

Thanks to that girl, North Baruch manages to bring it back. But I can't even say thank you. At least let me thank you. "

Raele said so with a mixed look (kao) of uncut and sadness.

That's why I pushed the money. I didn't mean to be thankful to the collector, I just couldn't tolerate the anger and sense of loss in me, so I took a fan. I said it was for Estia's sake and didn't want to represent the will of the dead on my own.

"Anything to be thankful for..."

"I'm saying it because I want to. Are you complaining?

Smelling the beauty of a long time ago on the wrinkles of her eyes, the lady husband of the tavern ran out of words at close range.

If you say so, there is no word to say back to the collector.

When the collector noticed, Layle looked satisfied.

"That's fine. Thanks.... where is that big boy?

"Big...... Snow White? Warcraft Stables."

"What, you didn't bring me here?... Gatekeeper? Oh, okay, I'm coming too."

"Oh, ha?

Without knowing the translation, the collector was dragged by the lay.

Having silenced the gatekeeper with his previous temper and the position of daughter of the village chief, the great nickname of the village's totality, Raile took Snow White and Azrona from the Warcraft Stables and put them into the village, returning to the Ekates' workshop.

It seemed a fact that the gatekeeper was a new gatekeeper apart from those who had fled in the previous raid, and because of that, there were deficiencies in the transmission of the story, which did not convey the story well about the collectors, and did not let the snow whites into the village.

Each of the collectors and the lay sit back in their chairs, shaped like they were facing each other at the corner of a large wooden table.

"... So, what do you mean?

Azlona discusses wandering strange places with snow white and its tail secured but also jittery, that lean nose wrinkles over the smell of leather processing and still intriguingly dim Ekaitz's workshop.

As the collector asked Raylee as he watched it, Raylee replied with a pranky face somewhere.

"Look, there's a woman who was helped by a white beast in that night's raid."

The collector thought that the night the mob attacked Bartis, he asked Snow White to eliminate a raw man who would have attacked a woman in the rush of the attack.

"When I said I was your beast, I wanted to thank you in person. But you've been pushing a lot of money, haven't you? So, no thanks, but the next time we came, we talked about freeing up your hunting village. And..."

It becomes like Layle's voice makes fun of the collector somewhere.

"Look, the association's coming back, right? We're talking about turning that club crest into a white beast wrapped around the tail of a flying dragon."

The tags of the local hunters who settle in the city and village bear a small stamp specific to the association branch of the town. Maxime and Akali wore matching gear at the hunters belonging to the state, and Irida had no crest because she was' on duty to patrol the country ', and there was no chance at all for the collectors to know it or to see it.

The crest can be determined by the colour of each city, the anecdotes that are itchy about the city, the heroes of pioneering, etc., but Snow White, who saved many women in the Bartis raid that took place in the midst of North Baruch's distress and was to be appreciated by his husband and lover, could be said to be well qualified for it.

Civic sentiment for the Moon Goddess's entourage (Maruna Nyum) and Joseph is bad, even though he left the raid in the same way, and there are complicated thoughts about Akikawa, who took the deal, and his entourage, Vanis. There was no more reason to praise the collectors or Estea directly than the fact that we had a duel could not be made public.

That's why Snow White became a hero.

"... I hear you've become a hero, huh?

When the collector says that to Snow White, can I compliment the rumored white beast? and put his head firmly on the knee of the collector all the time.

Azlona, on the other hand, was freed from the tail of snow and white, crawling around using her winged arms on an ancient large table, somehow arriving at the rale.

Azrona looked up at Raele, an unfamiliar middle-aged woman, and remembered his wives of the same age who had him play in Donorbo, looking up at Raele with a hard eye.

Raele asked looking at Azrona as the collector grabbed and stroked around with both hands from the little snowy ears on his knees to his cheeks.

"Is it okay if I touch you?

"Still no different from dogs and cats. His name is Azlona."

With that said, I realized that the zodiac hadn't seen so many little dogs and cats in the sense that they loved playing animals since they came to this world.

I was anxious to get through even though there was an automatic translation, but Layle tickled the hyena around Azlona's neck without being frightened, without showing how he cared.

Ray smiles at Azlona, who twirls herself with a giggly chirp.

"Though a mutant species, I don't think he's that hateful flying dragon boy."

The treasurer answered Raele's words with a glitch and a snowy white mouth that seemed pleasant to howl his throat in horror, then all the while checking for tooth decay.

"I can't fly yet, and he seems to like it underwater. I don't know if I can say Fei Long..."

There was not a single tooth, such as cavities, on the snow and white teeth.

With such envy for snow and white, the collector continued to massage his face all the time.

"... what, were you here"

Even looking at Azlona, who was stroked around by the zodiac and stared at his big body with his face on the zodiac's lap, showing his belly on the lap of a snow white or a ray, exposed to complete defenselessness, Ekaitz seemed only to the extent that the guests were waiting, flat.

The collector sees Echites coming out of the workplace in the back.

"I brought crawling trees and monster (monster) shields, and then everything else"

... You were really there.

The collector blames Ekaitsu for whining with the feeling that he was getting somewhere emotional.

"You didn't believe me."

"No, that's it. It was over fifty years ago. Even if you believe in your master, it also means that the misty people themselves are extinct... What's more than that?

Ekaitz spoke forcefully.

"... remember. The thread of the Great Spider (Atrabasik), the broken horn of the three-sword antler Aromelli, the material of the forest wolf and the forest wolf. Oh, and some snow and white hair loss."

"Whatever the hunting beast's are, no... oh well. You tried the combination from one end to the other on this old-fashioned, short-lived grandfather, and if you can use it, you can incorporate it into the shield of the Fei Long, right? That's not such a coincidence though..."

"... do you have one? If I had, I would have made a lot of money."

"None of it goes out so much. Hey, all of it's like a warcraft on the northern edge except the forest wolf, right? Research has been going on lately, but we're basically keeping it a secret, because it's only been a hundred years since the Mid Continent settled down completely in the first place. There will still be some unknown combinations."

"Right. Good luck with that."

When the collector responds appropriately, Ekaitz makes the face that he even came up with a name proposal.

"... okay. Help me, too."

"No, it's not good for an amateur to get his hands on it, is it?

"What, just put the material over the magic formation and activate the autonomous magic of discernment. Besides, you think you can go home like this?

The keeper looks surprised at Ekaitz's words.

- I'm not gonna let you go home.

With Azrona on her knees, Raylee, who was sitting like an idle madam here, went on to enjoy herself.

"Huh?"

"I told you. Big boy, did you say yukishiro? That's hard to say. They want to thank Yukishiro and the original owner."

"No, I'm promising to meet people in Marnova on the seventy-seventh."

"It's the 73rd. About a day from here to Marnova. You have three days."

"I'm done prepping under the Feilong and the Black Horse. There's no other job, and if you combine and assemble, don't make it in three days."

Ekaitz also covered the Mai and Lei to let the workforce escape.

"Speaking of extremes, you don't have to be here. I was just thanking you on behalf of the village. I don't mind if you make a shield."

Raele said so after looking at the grumpy snow white with her head on the lap of Azlona and the zodiac.

I have no right of veto.

It was such an atmosphere.

……

It's not like I have any business until the day I hand over the Fei Long to Lettisha, though. Besides, I also provided other Warcraft materials in the first place.

The collector said in a mindful manner.

"... ok. But these guys are gonna eat, right?

"You know how much you left behind? I just fed them for three days, and they won't hurt or itch. I'll feed you till you're hungry."

To the words, the two men, who had been in a good mood and half asleep until now, opened their eyes and looked at the lay in unison.

The big fangs of the green hyena flying dragon and the horns of the three-sword antler...... not allowed.

Green hyena flying dragon little teeth and trisword antler horns...... not allowed.

Green hyena flying dragon wing claws and trisword antler horns...... not allowed.

Green hyena flying dragon leg claws and three sword antler horns...... not allowed.

Green hyena......

The collector stopped his hand in a fed up manner and also stabbed him on the back of the chair. Needless to say, the back of a chair that is only sturdy is remarkably strong compared to the soft body of snow and white.

Sit in such a strong chair, place the material on the magic formation on your desk, and activate the autonomous magic of discernment.

The collector was prolonging and repeating it for two days. Even the same warcraft had different combinations depending on the site, plus two, three, four and enormous combinations.

Though it is unlikely that he was an outsider, he was able to discern for two days because he was a treasurer with far more magic than a regular person.

In the meantime, Snow White and Azlona had received a welcome from the Bartis inhabitants.

No matter how many women he saved, there were zodiacs beside him inside who were unfamiliar with Snow White, the beast, but things turned sharp when a boy as young as three knocked on the side of Snow White without knowing what he was afraid of.

The faces of the inhabitants freeze in unison.

Until then, the blood lost all at once from the faces of the inhabitants who were thanking the collectors as they swept the snow and white away.

Only the mother of the child manages to be blue-white, but tries to rip the child off with a determined face.

But before that, a snowy tail brought a serpent-like neck over the boy's head, and those who were gathered screamed.

In front of a snow white that seemed to take a bite, such as a child's head, the mother had already meditated her eyes with her child in her arms and prayed to God.

But the tail just betrayed the expectations of many and stroked the boy's head with a pomp.

When it froze, it melted slowly and after a while there was no longer a need for a keeper by the snow white.

By the way, Azrona is already the son of Leyre's family.

From the beginning, Layle and the other wives left it to me, and it rang for fun.

Only thus will the collector continue to place the material in the magic formation with his nasty grandfather in the workshop.

The collector disappeared into the back of the workshop with the same or incontestable thought as it did in Iralgi.

It goes without saying that there was sadness on its back.

That's how for two days I tried a huge number of combinations, but I just found some hassle combinations, which ended without much fruit.

The collector drops his shoulder wondering what kind of jail time it is.

Ekaitz grinned mean as he was preparing to assemble the Fei Long shield.

"That's not how you find me. But the monster's shield is likely to be incorporated. Sounds like it could be a little interesting to combine. Aren't you going to be a one-of-a-kind flying dragon shield?

When asked what the collector meant, Ekaitz answered nothing just by laughing.

"... I need to ask you something"

"Am I enjoying the shield?

"... I'd like to hear that too, but it's something else"

Ekaitz pulls in a grin and sees the keeper.

"Azlona... it's about that flying dragon mutant"

"Oh,... are you going to even send me to Railay's for foster kids?

Azrona was totally nostalgic for Layle.

The collector remembers how it was,

"Stop it because it's really going to happen. I'm not, and when Azlona crawls on the ground, she drags her belly and tail, but is there anything to prevent that? Armor that moves like a snake's belly."

Ekaitz looks at the keeper with a pocan face, and then laughs at him.

"You're close, aren't you?"

"I don't know if I can fly when I look at that one. I can't even keep it in my hood when I grow up. Even if we could fly, we could just fly one."

"... Hmm, then I guess I'll end up with a special magic armor, but at least I don't know. If they could make it, they would be the most blacksmiths in the main mountain of Dwarf. The rest would be a ruin if it were a natural product, but Fei Long's, that could also be difficult when it becomes armor for crawling on the ground. But the odds are not zero."

"Whatever Dwarf is, is it in the ruins too?

"Oh, because ruins are out of common sense in many ways. Most of them are taken by the state, but some of the things spilled from uncontrolled ruins are always clean shirts, so some armor can withstand the braces of the Spirit Dragon (Element Dragon) even though it breaks in one blow. So I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right."

"Better than that, when I'm done with work. I can't show it to you."

The collector was forced to stand out of the chair and kicked out of the workplace in the back.

"... go to sleep"

The collector, who was kicked out of the workshop, climbed the stairs, wrapped them in a blanket in the attic of the workshop he was using for his sleepover.

Empty houses and lodging were also said to be available, but when the collectors said that it would be easier this way if I were to work in Ekaitz's workshop, the lay carried me blankets and whatnot, and quite enough, from the collectors who became accustomed to the wild boarding house, it was a superior bunk.

Sure, the attic is limp, but there's nothing I can do about it if it's wrapped in a blanket.

The sun finally passed directly above, and the sunlight plunged into the attic and it was quite bright, but because of the use of magic to the point of depletion with the autonomous magic of discernment, the collector quickly fell asleep.

Heavy.

I can't breathe.

It was as if someone was holding him back, and I dreamed that much of it, and the keeper rose up like a springy toy that would jump if he opened the box.

Stirring, and something falls from the chest of the collector.

Look around the attic, but it's the same as before you go to bed, no enemies, etc.

Except for Azlona, who just fell out of her chest with a big chunk of white.

Dream or, I lifted up Azlona, the cause of my breathlessness, and put her properly on Snow White's head, which was rounding and turning into a white mass.

Azlona fell asleep in stiffness. They've lost something called wildness somewhere.

You perceived that concern of the collector, because Snow White would open his eyes so loudly, and he would work out okay, but he had a risky eye that Azlona would likely escape if he saw it.

So much so.

The collector said so small, then wrapped it in a blanket, and slept again with Snow White's body on his pillow.

Through a small window in the attic, the sunset was plugged in.

The next morning.

The cold was increasing day by day.

The collector, who rose from within the sun still setting on the horizon, rubbed his arm against the cold, but as he descended into the workshop with Snow White and Azrona to head to Marnova, Ekaitz waited.

"Wow, you're doing great."

There were two shields on the big table.

The color was dark green, shaped like a shallow, curved kite shield in two, and its surface seemed to be stretched green hyena flying dragon's body surface intact.

On the outside of the two shields there is a small clasp for putting up a gun, which also has a larger handle that can be gripped in even with giant gloves on. The space behind the shield was also structured to open and plug the book of magic, and there were grooves on the edges of each shield that planted flying needles that were mediated by autonomous magic.

But I don't see the spike on the surface of the shield I ordered, and where to plant the poison needle. Why two more?

The treasurer sees Ekaitsu, wondering if he was in the shape of two shields, but Ekaitsu blocked it before he could say anything.

"- Well, put it on."

There were a number of things I wanted to ask, but as they say, the collector puts a flying dragon shield on both arms.

Light.

Each, to be precise, is certainly heavier than the Ice Warrior's round shield, but given its size, it was a broken lightness. It is as if the Ice Warrior's round shield had changed shape intact and grown.

Besides, the number of ice sperm decreased only, but I could feel ice sperm playing with a shield for about one in each. If this is the case, at least I won't have any trouble with the ice sperm that turns to defense.

"Sounds just the right size. Well, don't rush. Let the magic flow."

Explain it to me, frustrated, the collector sheds his magic on the shield.

But there is no change.

Whoa, when the collector's about to say,

"Look closely. There's a clear lizard out there."

That's what they said and looked at it, and for the first time there were five thick lizards that were transparent enough to tell, similar to ice, that literally grew out of shields. It's about a fist and a half long and barely feels the weight.

When the collector played it with his fingers, he was surprised that the hard feeling came back as if it were a snow and white fang.

"You're tough."

"Well, I noticed this morning, too."

Ekaitz said he built the Fei Long shield all night. And when the shield was complete, I was in the morning for about two hours.

And when I woke up, it was a story that the shield had not changed because of its appearance, but it did transform.

"What do you mean?

"It was originally a function of meshing the combination of hassles and the scales on the front only hardened for a moment at the moment of hitting the body, upside down and replacing the spikes.

When that falls asleep and wakes up, it's completely different. It's a normal Fei Long shield, but if you look closely, it's like a shield unearthed from a ruin. Take a look. "

Ekaitz said so, pointing to the connection of the material.

"It's supposed to leave only a few traces of processing there, but nothing, right? Damn, I didn't expect to see a fairy tale like" The Spirit's Work "at this age."

Ekaitz gives a look (kao) like half the joy and half the remorse. Half rejoiced that his work had caught the Spirit's eye, but the other half was hurt in pride as an artisan that he had been put into his work.

When the collector glanced at the connection of the material told Echites with his fingers, it was indeed very smooth, as if there had been no marks of machining or anything else from the beginning.

"Spirit work?

"Oh, it's supposed to be a fairy tale from an era without spirits. In the first place, spirits don't imitate humans like that unless they degenerate.

I don't know, when I woke up asleep, I wouldn't be able to finish my accumulated work, what kind of half-assed craftsman's boring drinking tale, it was. It's really happening. "

"... because of a crawling tree?

"Am I?"

"No, when I order a tree that crawls over to the fog people, they gave me a tree that crawls over to the shield, compatible with the ice sperm. Then thank you for beating me up to the elders and sorting me out."

"... what are you doing, you. But it could be affecting you, too. Don't tell anyone about that, okay? If you suck, even if you're naked in the woods, there might be a guy out there looking for a foggy people."

"Who would do such a hassle? So, why do you have two? Besides, where do I plant the poison needle?

Ekaitz grabs a serious face and laughs.

"No, I devised the shape of the shield. I've never seen a guy with more armor than a weapon, neither that nor a party, but so much armor as a paranoid one. With only a crude weapon called a 10,000-color rock crab (Moussi Himp) claw and a three-sword antler horn, the armor is a curly big lizard, a black horse leather armor and a leather helmet, and a monster's shield. Whether it's right or not, as a leather armor craftsman, it's worth the swing of your arm.

Keep your arms in front of you and put your shields together. "

The collector holds his arms in front of his body and holds his shield together.

Then the two shields became the great shield covering the upper body of the collector, and the lower abdomen.

"Fei Long's leather and scales were layered multiple times, the horns of the three-sword antler were powdered and mixed with adhesive, and the core of the shield was made of strong black horse bones and top quality crawling trees. As a buffer material, the hair of the flying snow leopard (Irnique) was mixed with the hair of the forest great wolf, and the yarn of the great thorny ground spider, which was oddly sturdy, was used for stitching.

To the best of my knowledge, this is the ruggedness of a broken dragon's shield, but the monster's shield incorporated there caused an unexplained mutation. Originally, the monster's shield should be irreparable, but this Fei Long's shield was only reduced by the number of ice sperms it retained, but the strength could have been more than that. The big shield will withstand the blows of the giant species and even the advanced magic blows. "

Ever since I explained that, Ekaitz looked a little difficult.

"So, that was poison. I don't really want to make something like that, but sometimes I can't use it, so I don't have a choice.

What I did was carve a small groove on all the edges of the scale on the surface and pour poison into it. It's like an assassination from behind a shield, that's the limit for me.

But it also seems to have degenerated, incorporating the monster's shield into the combined eyes of each shield, but poisoning the groove behind it seems to inject poison into the activated transparent beard.... You don't use it much, do you?

"... well. Thanks."

The treasurer was glad as he separated the shield, that's all he said.

The shape changed, but I didn't complain if it became more sturdy than that.

"Of course riding that warcraft and fighting shouldn't get in the way"

When Ekaitz's words are heard, the collector tilts his neck.

"Aren't you a kite shield because you do riding battles?

"... Really?

Ekaitsu looks frightened.

"It's that form to stay out of the way when riding battles. If you don't want to ride, you'd better tower shield."

"You had a reason for this form, too."

"... Sometimes I get anxious when I look at you, okay?

"I'm fine. Well said."

What's okay with that, Ekaitz muttered.

"What happened to that shield? If you don't use it, I'll take it."

Ekaitz points to the round shield that the collector has been wearing.

"It's not a big deal, and I'll leave it. If your rookie hunter is going to use it, you can let him use it, or if he doesn't have a guy to use it, use it to defend the village. And the rest of the material."

"Whatever the shield is, the tree that crawls over is pretty much left, even though it was made by shredding it as-is, and there's extra flying dragons, huh?

"... so you mean around the legs you can't protect with a shield? Can you ask for that? If you still need it, use it as you please."

"I guess it's decided too much. Fei Long, that's one head, right? Damn. Well, fine. Instead of hitting the tibia, I'll do something about its poor legs."

"I'm going to Sauran eventually, so consider it around there too"

"... I can't hesitate to order yours at any time. Well, I hope they come in about seven days.... By the way, what are you doing?

The collector took the pattern from the hammer of his big nails as he talked and put it on his arm.

"No, I sometimes use it this way, so check it out."

The shield seemed to stay out of the way by putting the big nail in his fist, and the collector was relieved.

"Say that first.... could you put on some leather helmets?

The collector, as they say, wears a leather helmet and wears a face guard.

"... well, wouldn't that be nice?

Ekaitz looked indescribable.

That should be it, too.

The collector is accidentally solidified with black based equipment all over his body.

The flying dragon's shield, equipped on both arms, pops out of his shoulder more pointy, the lower part of the kite shield. I equipped my fists with even more black big claws there, faceguarding and hiding the humane part. That made Ekaitz look like an evil and aggressive golem.

But all of the protective gear is what Ekaitz himself got. I couldn't even laugh.

"Then I'll go. Thanks for everything."

"You're not gonna say anything to Raleigh? You're gonna get your ass slapped again?

"... I'll be back anyway"

"Fuck you, you take care of your ass at best"

The zodiac took Snow White and Azrona out of the workshop with a chill in his ass.

The morning sun had begun to slip slightly into the dim path of the village.

On the seventy-seventh day of the White Moon, the Marnova Place.

They don't particularly keep the place secret, but Lettisha told me to keep quiet because it annoys me a lot.

"... Yet, you've really come"

Lettisha said in a voice that looked unexpected.

"The elves will resent you for a thousand years."

"I'm not free enough to resent you for a thousand years with a flying dragon"

The collector was taken by Lettisha to reach a qualitative chamber of commerce in the corner of Marnova.

"Elves are open here"

That's all Lettisha said and went into the stone building silently.

Even if the collector followed him and took the next Fei Long split at the dismantling station behind the Chamber of Commerce, the main apparent elf of the Chamber of Commerce heard nothing and had instructed the dismantling workers to dismantle the Fei Long lightly.

Nothing happened at all in a whim, and Fei Long's handover was over.

"Bye. So we don't have to say anything else to each other."

That's all I said, Lettisha went back to the association.

The collectors were also going to ask the association about the ship, but I didn't dare speak to them to ask if they would ever go with me.

The zodiac walks alone on the trail of Marnova.

The city is in a hurry somewhere.

Sometimes the 'Hidden Moon', the end of the year, was approaching, but the teaser of the Thief Skeleton added there, and the dimness of winter combined with something vague and anxious drifted into the city.

As soon as the collector arrives at the association, he asks about the ship's time.

The ship is set to sail on the eighty-fifth day of the White Moon, and it is said that it will sail on the day after the "Birth Moon", the beginning of the year, on the day of the Ethereal Moon, as planned to the foreign residence of Longhua Country in the Southeast Continent, which is a relay to the Sauran continent.

Many ships were closed for the Hidden Moon and the Birth Moon, and it is normal to sail about the tenth day of the Ethereal Moon, including preparation, but this ship meant an exception.

Being briefed by an official at the desk, behind the collector, the lobby of the association became noisy.

"The younger ones these days sag! When we were kids, we all worked out spiritual magic when we were ten. Thieves, skeletons, all the Marnovans have to do is fire balls!

An old man of the crooked race of his hips swung his wand around and restrained an official trying to get close.

"Again, that grandfather? Damn."

The collector asks the staff what was going on when he heard the staff at the desk who was explaining the ship.

Then the official answered the sigh mix.

That old man is said to be one of the few white races to know about a time when he was over a hundred years old and left behind the remnants of the magical revolution.

The expression and diffusion of spiritual magic, which suddenly occurred two hundred years ago, was called the magical revolution, which transformed the nations that were monarchies into one democracy after another. But naturally, the monarchy was not overthrown overnight, but there were existing wars of power and citizenship, and even wars between fire thief states, which finally stabilized the Mido continent over roughly a hundred years.

Citizens were polishing spiritual magic as they worked around that time, and the old man lamented citizens who were just frightened by the teaser of thieves Skeleton compared to those days and the present, saying they were screaming everywhere in Marnova.

"But from that old man, seventy or eighty races are also young. It's out of my control."

The official so tightened as he saw the old man being taken outside by the official.

Citizens today are not focused on learning offensive spiritual magic. It was only to the extent that I could handle some spiritual magic used for work, and some defensive spiritual magic to protect myself.

The collector thanked him and just tried to walk away from the association.

There's no such thing as a long stay in the association, as if that's what you think.

"-Thank you for everything."

But only then is it common for people to get in the way.

Liz, Fabio and Carlo, who took the promotion exam together in front of the collector, were bowing their heads.

"... for now, sit there"

The collector sat in a chair that was nearby, looking like he'd given up somehow.

"Again. Thank you for the meantime. Carlo was helpful."

"I heard from both of you, and I wanted to thank you in person."

The three bowed their heads in alignment.

"That's enough. We had a mutual benefit. That's all."

The three gave their heads up, Liz said.

"Congratulations on your promotion"

"... well, I was demoted right away"

The three of them were surprised by the words.

"When I turned down the compulsory request in the meantime, I was demoted. Well, I don't mind."

"... well, there's a lot going on, isn't there? We took a forced request."

Because of the help from the collectors, Liz's attitude was more softened than it had been around the time of the exams.

"Maybe if I give you a hand with a compulsive request, you can get a promotion. I guess. Then he can put me in a jade fort, and I can make money."

"Then we can also send money to the orphanage"

I may be fine, but the three of them seemed tense.

Emerald fort. Surely it was a big clan, and the collectors thought of the scholars and hunters of Chitta Village.

Is it because of that? I didn't have a very good impression on the clan called the Emerald Fort. Besides, I didn't even think I could handle a hunter of about eight stars (Combasila) who would challenge a nation called Skeleton the Thief on purpose.

Something like that happened, and the collector said it felt like it was on.

"Do you need to go all the way into the clan? Why don't you put it together in the orphanage or in the clan?"

Liz said with a slightly angry face.

"Oh, no."

"Naturally, there 'll be dying guys out there too. I can't take responsibility either. It's irrelevant human bullshit."

"... if you don't belong to a major clan, you don't have a job"

Carlo said it was pompous.

"North Baruch would have more or less."

"There's a branch..."

We're talking about a branch being created in Bartis.

"The armor..."

"You can source it from Warcraft. Spirit magic can be used in the dark or anything. Then you'll be able to get away with it."

The three finally shut up.

The collector just really told me what he had in mind. I don't even think about taking care of it.

I just thought it was silly to risk your promotion and life on a scale against a monster named Skeleton the Thief.

If they tell you that because it's not about you, you're right.

I can think of a way to do it.

The collector stands up.

"I was demoted because I thought I couldn't handle a thief skeleton. But I refused to ask. It's not an exam. When you die, you must die lightly. Then even if they say it's stupid, I want to spend my life on my own, that's all I thought.

In that sense, it's one hand to storm a thief skeleton. "

That's all I said, the collector left the association behind.

The collectors who left the association never came to this city until the ship arrived, and headed to the south gate of Marnova early.

After the collector walked away, the three remaining Liz, Fabio and Carlo poked each other in the face and discussed it for a few hours.

And the three of them stood up to head to the orphanage.

The face was such a face, as if it had decided something.

Later in life, the clan "Behind the Church (Kietro)", set up by an orphanage in Marnova, will gain that name.

But the path was never flat.

He acted as a hunter mainly in North Baruch, where hunters' access was drastically reduced due to political influences at the time, but besides, he belonged to explorers and mercenaries, and did everything he could to carry luggage (porters) and dismantle them.

Though it operated mainly in North Baruch, it could invade some of the territory of the existing clan, and was infrequently obstructed, deceived or betrayed in everyday tea events such as being mildly and insulted.

The mortality rate in the first five years is 50% even for those who acted as hunters alone. Seventy percent were reached, including those under the age of activity who died from illness or accident.

Some laughed that it was reckless, some said it was pathetic. I shouldn't let you do that. However, many people said that their daily lives were full of hands and they were not interested in orphans, etc., and that they were just fine without a waste of food.

Because there is always a certain number of Warcraft damage, it can be said that orphans are always present, and that many children who do not enter orphanages have become residents of slums and back societies, dyeing their hands with crime, and producing indulgences with those who make a general living.

But still, they did not cease to be active, and the mortality rate dropped year after year.

Nevertheless, it was a sufficiently high figure to assume that the mortality rate still did not strike 30% and was roughly the same as the annual mortality rate of hunters on the periphery and at the forefront of pioneering.

Naturally, not all orphans wanted that. Ordinary orphans did not hunter, etc., many were poor at a certain age, but still did not have much downwork, such as a crisis in life, and these days they often worked in large factories and farms.

Many orphanages were behind the church of Sandra religion, with a minimum of basic education to the extent of reading and writing calculations, but it was natural because from an early age they had done internal work and so on for just a few wages, and in orphanages where there was no time for such things as spiritual magic mastery and poor nutritional status, it was thought that it was only suicidal to become the three former adventurers.

On the contrary, however, some orphans came to the orphanage where it became the home of "Behind the Church".

I still love Eurifranz, even though this is the situation. I want to live for real. I want to be. Many were such children.

What was the administration of Marnova, a Sandra church that operated the orphanage where it was based?

In the first place, orphanages are made up of donations, poor. Malnova's administration is also quite rich in trade and so on, but it was unable to turn enough money around to the orphanage.

If the orphans themselves work in such a way, there is no church, no administration, no opposition, etc.

The brave Mid, the son of the sun to which Sandra religions serve in the first place, was also said to be the first adventurer in the race, and it was never against doctrine that the orphans would become hunters to draw its currents.

An intermediary of someone who later admitted Liz and the others to the training center, albeit conditionally, "Behind the Church" would fall under the umbrella of Marnova's major clan, "The Emerald Fort," which would significantly reduce the mortality rate, but the members of "Behind the Church" were always orphanages natives.

Naturally some of them were pulled through with high abilities, but the orphans did not blame it. That would give us quite a connection even after being pulled out.

Many orphans operated in "Behind the Church" and were as far as Marnova's best if only cohesive.

The orphanage dominates and runs the clan.

As successful as "Behind the Church," several similar clans were set up in various parts of Eurifranz, but no clan was more successful than "Behind the Church" later or earlier.

It could be said that the presence of North Baruch, which did not clash head-on with the interests of the existing clan due to political influence, and the warm obsession of the Bartis inhabitants with those orphaned by the Warcraft damage underpinned the success of "Behind the Church".

The Bartis inhabitants grew large and small, and similarly lost their parents due to the Warcraft damage, and turned themselves to Bartis, and became whores at the end of the mistake, and overlaid the orphans with the figure of a woman named Estea, who died in front of them. Maybe it was a sinful destruction that faked death.

"Behind the Church" is a clan formed in Marnova, but the tag, which can also be seen as a testament to its hunter, said to have been engraved with a white beast crest wrapped around the tail of a flying dragon boy.

They lived this harsh world with their brothers and sisters without blood connections.