Just before sunrise, I arrived in front of the Adventurer Guild, and I was stunned. I wanted to make sure there was no trio that seemed to be my party member.
"No one's here yet."
This is the problem for the world. The notion of time does not fit perfectly differently from that of the modern world. Morning, morning. Lunch is just not distinguishable from lunch.
Although there is a large clock tower in the central square of the city, people who live in places where it is invisible can't even care, but most people just have one level of architecture. It was Corian time itself that was so relaxing about time. I felt the frost of my ancestors, so I felt good.
- Yikes.
I wanted to be in the guild, so I looked inside the guild and called out the three names that I heard yesterday: Kirsto, Serca, and Loel, but no one responded.
I just came too early.
Certainly it is a little early if it is just before the sun rises.
After coming out again, I hesitated to sit on the wall of the guild building.
Let's keep an eye on him for a second. If he's dying here, he'll probably come back.
I fell asleep in the sun and closed my eyes. Though it burned down quite a bit last night, Claudie said that another promotion might be disruptive. How nice and kind of a woman, I only slept with half the usual.
And since it happened earlier, 'Come back and see what's left. "I even gave my husband a kiss buff to go to work. Damn it! There's blood in the lower half!
I must have fallen asleep for a while.
"Hey, you."
"Uh-huh?"
The shadow falls. Someone stands before me and calls me. When I rubbed my eyes and woke up, the woman in front of him was an orange-haired woman in a leash.
"You're Cat, right?"
"Oh, yes. That's right. Nice to meet you. I'm Cat, an E class adventurer and prosecutor who will be doing the quest together this time. Are you one of Custo, Serca and Roel?"
I turned my neck to the left and answered stretching.
It was a hypocritical greeting that was exaggerated as it was a promotion war.
When you look at the taps and knuckles on your hands, it appears to be Mutuga... Mutuga, Mutuga. I was very sorry for them. But I guess it doesn't matter that there wasn't a woman among the bastards who beat me up then.
In the first place, it's an E class quest, so it doesn't matter whether you're a Mutugar or anything. Because the monsters who are foolish are defeated with their fists. Just like my Taekwondo did. Well, it's true that it's easier to use a weapon.
"... a knife-eater."
I was waiting to reveal my name, and suddenly this was what I said.
Mmm.
No, take it easy, Gimcott. I could use a little slap on the front, man.
Well, that's a logarithm. It's a curse to make friends everyday.
Gee, calm down! Oh, come on!
It's an advancement war now! Joe, you might want to take a look at the exam! I see! Isn't it just a girl at one time? She's sensitive, so it's possible!
Promotion War!!! Calm down!!!! Motherfucker!!!!
"Are you a fist hunter?"
However, when she saw her cheeky, hateful expression, she opened her mouth by herself, unlike each other. With my long experience in F-class life, I was very familiar with noticing the malice of others.
Not to mention the fact that you call yourself a big swordsmith, and you don't want to hide your unpleasant expression-this was a flagrant tribute. A typical moot towards the inspectors. This was one of the bad social landscapes with Mutuga not carrying weapons.
"What?"
"No, use your fist. I'm asking for a knife job. When you see two fists, you're a double fist. If you use your feet, you'll have footprints. What's a dickhead? What a fucking name. I don't really need a pair of bars."
"This knife-eating son of a bitch is going to fuck with me...!"
"This is a long way to go, you cocksucker."
It's been quite a while since I came to this world.
It was a natural story, but it didn't make as much sense as the sun rising from the west that the promotion war was rolling properly.
Promotion Battle is a terrible ritual in which Orot has to defeat the extreme battle that even his allies have become enemies with his own power. I had to take victory here so I could eat the fruits of my promotion.
This was harder than picking up the stars in the sky.
"What, what?! Joe, what the fuck?"
Oh, that's a little too much for a girl.
Mutuga was frightened by the blatant words.
Anyway, I had a gut feeling I was fucked.
I believe this quest will never flow in the normal direction.
When Mutuga was about to growl, a voice was heard from the other side.
"Serka! What are you doing? If we find the last one, let's go... huh?"
Mutuga's name seemed to be Cercaine. A man who seemed to be the owner of a high-tone voice was a woman wizard with impressive green hair. Wizard, this is another unpleasant job...
"What's that barbarian? Are you sure that's our party?"
Oh, my God.
As soon as you see it, you're racist.
You're Copson, you racist bitch.
"... I think so. Roel."
My mouth was open.
The name of the green-haired magistrate was Roel. Serka, Roel. Both were definitely the names of the party members participating in this quest. I had a feeling I was fucked (x2).
When the five humans came together, the law of garbage would still be valid. But there's only three of them here, so why are two fuckers already showing their dickheads? Aren't you picking up yet? Here?
"What? Really? You're joking, right?"
"I'm not joking. I think this barbarian swordfish here is our party."
"So you want me to party with the Barbarians?"
"Yes."
I couldn't bear to hear the conversation between the two of you.
"Holy shit. This is just a laugh. Isn't that too much to say on the front page of inspiration? Already got dementia?"
"What? Inspiration? What the fuck is he talking about? Let's do this."
I couldn't stand the advancement, and I frowned and turned my eyes.
The Wizard can't touch you, but it doesn't matter if you're a Mutugar. Let's fight my Taekwondo and your martial arts. I'll use swordsmanship to turn you into a dragonfly.
"I, uh... cheap, don't fight... I have to do a qua, a quest, so let's get started..."
It was a one-on-one situation.
What appeared this time was a frivolously blue-haired young priest who looked mischievous. With his presence, Serka was silent, scattering a gruesome posture, as if he were going to punch me right now.
"Ah, Custo..."
"Serka... G, calm down... again... what are you... trying to do? A man who wears a sword, you can't do that... Don't, I told you..."
"..."
The overheated atmosphere slowly cools down as Kirsto enters, knowing that the two of you... My mind is not yet cool, but at least Cerca seems to be. She looks at me once and turns her head.
Custo asked me to shake his hand with a nice smile.
"Bar, good to see you... Church, the lower priest of the Celestial Congregation, called Custo..."
"Ah... Yes... Van... Suddenly... I'm Cat, an E-class adventurer."
I tried to follow the tone to create intimacy, but I decided to quit because I got bored like crazy in the middle. First of all, it seemed like there was no big problem.
But the Catholic Church? I've heard the name a few times, but I don't know what the church is.
After he greeted me, he approached the green-haired magistrate, who looked extremely unpleasant.
"That, and Roel... You already had a party...? If you do it or not, there will be... wealth, penalties... huh?"
"Chet... okay."
I think I know three people, not two.
If you're more skilled at dealing with them than you think, have you had a fixed party for a long time? I don't know anything else, but I understand that Custo's personality might be good.
No, let me get this straight. A priest with a racist and a professional racist. It's a strange combination, this one.
"So, Cat... don't be so upset... and be merciful... Vu, can I ask you...?"
"Bitter, I see. If you defeat a quest you have already begun, you will be penalized. Mr. Loel, Mr. Serka, did you say. We'll go quietly and gather some confettos, so let's just do our jobs. You should see it this time anyway."
Anyway, since he seems most rational, he intervened in the fight and asked politely, I decided to take him out.
Isn't it a promotion war in the first place? I was the only one who lost if I fought. It's so tight, but here I needed to be able to fold my pride.
"What? Are you telling me to do this now?"
"Mr. Loell, I'm not asking you to. And don't greet me."
"That's ridiculous. Serka, do you have to go with this? You're in such a bad mood. It's magically ominous. Let's just apply for a party dissolution and come back. How much will they penalize you?"
This son of a bitch is real.
When I saw that it wasn't a promotion, I felt like steam was going up and down my head.
Please help me. I can't give you this. With a fucking magistrate, a dick like me can't do anything...! If I punch you with an "E" class, I'll win, but handing over a wizard is not just that kind of story.
Wizards united in a sticky elite ritual never want their names to be flawed. It was they who took revenge more ferociously than Mutuga.
I don't know, but the moment I defeat the Wizard, all the wizards nearby will attack me. Then, as if Gimcott had literally burst out of existence from the beginning, he would have been imprisoned in the groundwater with powder.
The wizards were the only ones. Fuckin ', sneaky, violent, fuzzy, self-centered freaks! This is why I fear the wizards of the city!
"Roel.. I told you to stop.. Why did you try to save one more..? I don't like people... but... can I...? Me, I don't like... that..."
"Well, if you have to..."
"The... is... not a bar, not a barbarian..."
"... I get it."
When I heard the sound of my death, Custo calmed Roel down again.
Is this why you're the party leader?
Cursto, who was sweating severely, looked at me and smiled. And I touched it, and it seemed like a departure signal. At that time, Cerca, who had grabbed me by the side, passed by me.
I don't know the real reason.
Hey, we first saw you today, right?
What the hell are you doing to me?
"Sin... Song... they... have a bad personality..."
"... fuck. Yes, it's OK."
Anyway, I said I was getting started, so I decided to get started. However, Roel and Cerca walked about twenty feet away, and it was a strange form of walking with me and Custo.
"Is that the way the Wizard knows?"
"Yes... the directions... she... ha, will do..."
"I see. Do you know how long it will take?"
"Ha, I heard it won't take a while..."
I go one day, and I come one day, and my travel time is almost 12 hours. I said it won't take a while, so you can imagine a maximum of 10 hours.
It's a big deal.
I could only say that the dog was fucked. This almost means that homelessness or night marches are confirmed, but the atmosphere of the party didn't seem to end well.
I prayed.
Please, I hope I can gather the Confetto and go home without losing much. Good. I'm bending my pride from now on, Gimcott. You can do it. It's a promotion war. It's a promotion war. Falling will disappoint Claudie.
Whether you despise me as a prosecutor or discriminate against me as a barbarian, I will bear with you all. I burst the rest of the panic rage, but I want to control the two aversions appropriately by looking at Custo next to me.
Let's believe him, isn't prestige a priest?
I started walking towards where the magic ingredient, Confetto, was. But about an hour later, the wizard spread. I really don't want to go, you fucking lawyers.
[Die, Wizard.]
As always, my motto was always right.