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I captured Reginald, who was the second prince.

A few days have already passed since I came to the Wang capital. However, Mr. Gaelio was still in the king's capital, starting with Count Alistair.

Because he had greeted many nobles because he had come to the King's Capital, and in doing so he had made a report of having ministered Mr. Gaelio, a prima facie reason.

There are those who doubt Mr. Gaelio, those who are suspicious of taking in Mr. Gaelio, arguably the biggest and first victim of Pesh's incident, etc., but I had no choice but to accept the explanation because I do not know the truth.

"What's wrong with you?

Mr. Gaelio, wearing a suit for the party, sat down on the couch and looked gettin 'tired.

At the end of last year, Mr. Gaelio's shop flourished with many people buying alcohol economically. Instead, I remember Mr. Michelle looking tired with the couple combined. He looks as tired as he was then.

"Oh, Mars, it's you."

It's just me and Mr. Gaelio in the room.

This room is reserved for Mr. Gaelio. There was just no reason to stay in the same room as the Count, neither the knights could act together because of the content of their work, and only one person had a separate room available because of his higher status than the servants.

They have a meeting with Count Alistair, but at that time the Count made sure to visit Mr. Gaelio's room.

"I'm a little tired..."

"Weren't you just at the party"

"You've never been to a noble party, so I can say that. Talk as you dance with a smile on your face and shake your love like every day. It's never been harder. I was alarmed that he was no longer a nobleman."

I held my head like I was really tired.

I'm talking about fatigue from attending a party, but the biggest reason is the pressure from around. Mr. Gaelio, who is clearly receiving special treatment. For some reason, it was only natural to assume that the nobles began to listen to the root digging leaf digging.

I suggested it without feeling so pathetic.

"Do you want to go home to Alistair once?

"Can you even do that?"

"The return trip between Alistair and the King's Capital would have been possible some time ago."

Stand up to take Mr. Gaelio home to Alistair.

"Excuse me."

"Wow."

Melissa just moved into the room.

Mr. Gaelio was surprised that people showed up even though he didn't open the door, even if the other person was his daughter.

"What's up?

"I need to talk to your father, is it okay if I take him?

"Something's happened... the party starts at night, so if it's until before sundown, we'll be fine"

"Thanks for your help."

Melissa will transfer Mr. Gaelio on my behalf.

If it is easy for the Lord to follow the destination, he moves to the destination.

"What, this..."

I accidentally lost my word to the sight of the destination.

Melissa took Mr. Gaelio to Mr. Gaelio's store in Alistair. It is a thriving restaurant for people who like to drink high-end alcohol, but the high unit price makes money, so a large number of customers are not visiting.

But today's shop was thriving with a lot of people.

"It's not just today. It's been here for a few days."

"Ha, hey..."

Michelle, Melissa's mother, decides to cut it up by herself while Mr. Gaelio leaves the store.

You can't be so busy that she can turn the store by herself.

"I'm fine with manpower."

When I saw the back of the store, Michelle served the customer and received the price from the customer.

In the meantime, customers take the liquor arranged on the store shelves. No more shelves of merchandise. I needed to refill there, but Michelle, who had the best customer service, didn't even get around to the store.

"Excuse me."

"Let me through, please."

Looking at what was going on in the store, two men grabbed a case containing alcohol and went to the shelf to refill the product.

A man wearing a shirt that says it's cold in winter but only has about two sleeves. We were both carrying heavy objects and scratching sweat.

Apparently, he's helping the store.

The two of them looked familiar.

"Adventurer...?

I've seen him face to face several times in the Adventurer Guild.

But he's a D-rank adventurer. Some adventurers may take on chore requests that can be done throughout the city if they are of low rank. That way, you buy gear with the money you save on a simple request and start hunting demons outside. However, there is so much storage that they shouldn't have to take on chore requests because they should have so much strength.

"I hired you."

Melissa, who expected the store to be busy, was looking for someone to hire to work for the Adventurer's Guild.

"Are you all right?

"Yes, they both work well"

Because adventurers are often crude, they may ask for urgent work.

The store's help was already in the past few days and Mr. Gaelio was puzzled that he would work seriously.

"Looks like we both failed at the request and lost our winter build-up."

In winter there will be snow.

If adventurers try to make a lot of money, hunting demons, collecting materials… makes activities outside of town mandatory. I just don't want to move around in the snowy cold so I have reserves before winter so I can relax.

However, it is the adventurer who does not know what will happen.

They've both made some mistakes and lost their storage.

"The reward just bounced a little, so the morale is high."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's strange that you work seriously..."

"Then you'll be fine."

Two of the adventurers were well informed about who their client was.

"The world of adventurers is meritocracy. And the rank has a strong influence"

Their rank is D.

Melissa's rank against which she made the request was A.

Couldn't skip the virtually highest-ranked adventurer in Alistair or anything against him. Above all, I understand that when you imitate Mr. Michelle indiscretions await sanctions to the point of horror.

"Besides, please help your father as well. Until now, I've been helping when my hands are free, but today I'm busier than I expected and I'm not getting enough hands."

Only manual labor such as replenishing goods and delivering heavy luggage can be done by two of the adventurers. Later, he also acted like a cautionary stick to prevent unhappy people from coming to places where only Mr. Michelle was present. However, customer service could not be entrusted.

He was working on a pram about me. He also gave priority to taking care of Dion. Still, they found some free time to help out with my parents' shop. As much as I wonder when I had that time, I guess Melissa could have done it.

"All right, all right"

Mr. Gaelio also went to the back of the store in a temper.

"Osama."

"Hey......"

It was the two of us who tried to stop a stranger from heading behind the store, but the fact that Melissa was there with us stopped the move.

Totally rigid from tension.

Two good at melee combat. I had been tangled up in Melissa with drunken momentum before. I know you thought it would be easy to drop a wizard who wasn't good at melee fights originally, and also a woman, but the results were bogged down without any magic being used.

I had a little trauma for Melissa from my experience then.

It has to stay this way.

"Hey, you got a minute?

"Ma, Mr. Mars......!

"Don't be so nervous. I guess the rank is higher for me, but as an adventurer, you're a senior."

"That being said..."

An adventurer nervous to me.

I'll tell you what I can do to get you off topic.

"Sounds kind of busier than usual today, but is something wrong?

"We don't know much about it either. Michelle said the last few days have been busy because the end of the year is near."

Even families who cannot afford to live make noise at the end of the year to get older. I remember Melissa saying last year that it was time to make money because alcohol was often consumed.

"You're just busier than usual today"

"No... I heard a customer talking, doesn't that rumor have anything to do with it?

"Rumors?"

Ask about the rumors you two heard.

At the same time, pay attention to customer conversations and confirm rumors.

"Rumor has it that the owner and Mr. Michelle were like before they came to Alistair."

Customers talk about similar things.

Apparently, rumors are definitely spreading.