From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

The heart of a group of urban states, Gram.

A medium-sized inn was located one off the boulevard in the north downtown area. I just recently started operating and the ground floor is turned into a liquor store.

The name is "Kuklun Pavilion".

Friendlier than other stores. The customer service attitude is impeccable, and the new store is growing in popularity with meticulous attention and an itchy service.

It was busy day after day with adventurers, traveling merchants and even soldiers packing in the North Gate.

A sloppy man comes to the store when the sun goes down and 70% of the seats are already filled.

With a flying goggle instead of glasses and a little mustache stuck under his nose, he's what to hide, Gallius, the nominee arranger the group of city states are looking for with total strength.

He dared to enter the city of Gram with forged passes in the morning, wandering around there before finally visiting the intended place, the Khurun Pavilion.

He headed to the relatively empty counter seat and settled his hips in the seat near the middle.

"Welcome. Customer, that's a face you don't see. Are you a traveler?

A young, small man over the counter - a waiter wiggles a grin.

"I'm just looking for a job. Let's start with this, order something to eat."

Gallius placed one silver coin and four copper coins on the counter table.

The waiter nods with a crease.

"Right, I like the rare things you can only eat over here (...). Oh, it helps if you avoid sweet things (...)"

It's a natural conversation. The man in the next seat who opened one doesn't look suspicious either.

The waiter, however, read The Combined Word from the words of the order.

"Then can I leave it to you (...)? Something has been out since (...) Enjoy (...)"

"I'm looking forward to that. I don't like gambling (...), but this is good"

"Expect it," the waiter winked.

With a loving face, he draws the blood of the Goblins.

He was formerly orphaned and persecuted in a town within the kingdom, but he streamed to reach the Land of the Devil and was protected by the Subhumans.

He deludes his low height with thick shoes on the bottom, pulls out his own tooth like a fang, and engages in intelligence duties.

This store is the hub of intelligence operations proposed and created by Gallius.

The key clerks were those seconded by Limullesta to gather a variety of information from traveling merchants, adventurers, etc.

Eventually the food is carried.

Potoffs full of vegetables and thick ham steak. Affordable for the price.

"Here you go, too. Stay tuned."

Besides, the wine came out in a skinny glass. It's put on top of a square coaster.

"You may take the coaster home. It says the name and location of the store on the back."

The service is unique to this store.

When Gallius drank all at once, he screwed the coaster into his pocket.

Knock it off, and a giggle occurs in the two next seats. A middle-aged, adventurous man.

"Brother, it won't even be one of those copper coins. Are you glad I got a mon?

"The point is, you're gonna advertise me, right? I had the liquor served there for a delicious meal. That's about it."

Gallius hit a ham steak.

"Heh, this doesn't look right on my face again. It's disciplined. No, brother, you're looking for a job."

"Oh. Even so, as I've seen, this shape is unsuitable for battle. Adventurers are giving up."

"I know. I'm not going to invite your brother over. Ma, I have to pick a job. There it is. But you've come to this city a lot. The demons attacked me a while ago............ hmm?

"What?

The man looked seriously at Gallius' face,

"Brother, you look like a pig. The leader of the Demon Clan... The point is," Demon King, "but he's talking about mixed oak blood... can't you tell me?

"Similar to a manuscript of an arrangement, huh? I got to this city this morning, and I was just surprised. Nevertheless, I didn't think they were as similar to each other."

"I guess so. I heard you had fangs that looked like demons."

I didn't know that far, but I'm glad people's rumors are twisting in a good direction, Galius thinks. No, it was probably flushed by a sub resident in this city.

"The Demon King should be eating at the tavern in the first place."

Exactly. The upper levels of the city and the soldiers are still tingling, but the sense of crisis at the general level seems rather diminished.

When Gallius flattened the dish, he said goodbye to the man and left the store.

Enter the alley and remove the coaster from your pocket where there are fewer people. When I looked back, it did say 'Kuklun Pavilion' and the name of the store. but it's not the store that shows where it is, it's somewhere else.

Get a map of the city out of the backpack and match it with the location noted. It's a settlement about five hundred meters from here.

Gallius aimed for the place to avoid the eyes.

Step into one building as collective housing stands side by side. Even the smell will come from the garbage that is falling there.

He went up the stone stairs while avoiding garbage and stopped in a room on the third floor.

Reminds me of today's date. The number of signals that change from day to day. Three, two, two, slammed the door.

"Which one is it? Please wait a little longer (...) for rent (...)"

Beyond the door, a predetermined eulogy was given. I should give this back, too, but Gallius' prank tickles at his familiar voice.

"It's Gallius. Open it."

"What? Hey, ha..."

The door opens with a sigh. A young man with a scratch on his cheek peeked into his face while beautifully shaped.

Gallius then goes inside.

"You're too careless to say your name."

"What, there were no signs of people around, and they found out it was you, Manos"

Manos grinned as he clapped his shoulders.

"It's been a while, Mr. Gallius. I didn't think you'd be here."

"You just have your hands free. I wanted to play the transmitter once."

Gallius came this time to bring the information gathered in the city of Gram back to Limullesta.

It's just a job to pay back when you get the information.

Manos is responsible for reporting the information gathered at the Krung Pavilion to the transmitter.

Usually, the reporter and the transmitter meet outside the city, but this time at Gallius's request, he took the method of transmission throughout the city. Manos changed his residence from time to time, so he needed to know his current place of residence at the Krung Pavilion once.

"There's an arrangement out there, was it okay?

"Oh. Thanks to you guys. I tried to disguise it just in case, but it might not have made sense"

Get to the table placed in your room.

Manos began preparing his tea.

"Even so, what about this name 'Kuklun Pavilion'?

"We all love Master Kukuru. I don't think there's a problem, because people don't know their names, and they're changing them a little bit, right?

Manos answered as he boiled the water with fire magic.

"What do you do in this city?

"I'm an adventurer. We don't organize specific parties, we do them free. However, I'm struggling a bit because I don't use bows or magic to avoid finding out as much as possible that I'm an elf"

Especially magic is spiritual magic that is different from the human race. If you use it, you'll be suspicious.

"That's a dangerous job."

"We have chosen the party to organize and the request Quest, so the danger itself is not so great."

Manos brought tea with a smile.

"Speaking of which, congratulations on your marriage. Was it Ellen Feel's daughter? I have no direct knowledge, but as the same Elves, I sincerely congratulate you."

"Thank you. Well, life hasn't changed as much. The formula also stretches."

Manos sat in the front smiling bitterly.

"I will now share with you the information I have gathered so far"

Well, what can I tell you?

Gallius stared at Manos by correcting his residence...