Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Theater status in this world is neither high nor low.

If you can be recognized by a grand aristocrat or something and become the star of a one-jump salon, you can get a patron and live like an aristocrat, but sometimes it's sophisticated to show a popular theatre to a common opponent in a lower town.

And many, overwhelmingly, live in the latter.

When I first saw the worn out inn, I thought the butterfly wings were also the latter group, but there are a few points that do not fall on my heart.

On the ground floor of the deserted inn, Anne and the three of us surrounded the dusty table and decided to talk about the request for now.

"Oh, my God, look at me weird"

Are you staring, Anne narrows her eyes to the fullest, pointing her mouth.

But lately, I've been dealing with all the gotten and powerful Osama, including the Swordtooth Corps, so I rather feel the fright and vanity behind it.

"You're wearing good ornaments. Clothes are too open on the chest, but they're superior."

I didn't root for what they told me I was poor, but this woman's outfit is superior to the rank and chig hug of the inn she's staying in. The value of the jewellery on your ear is also considerable.

Despite the sudden visits, the fact that the outfit is so means that they are dressed similarly from time to time.

If this is just a stage costume or a sunny day costume, it's something you usually put away to prevent injury or theft.

For some reason, Sarah gets hungry under the table.

I didn't praise this woman.

Besides, it doesn't make any sense to know a soldier of sword fangs.

Jilboa would be the only person in the soldier corps who has the kind of superior taste to go see theatre. Jilboa consciously participates in upper-class hobbies for Conne and upbringing, so if you're a troupe member of popular theatre, you don't have a handover to get to know him.

And this attitude that includes bad mouth and fright. And if you come, the conclusion comes from scratch.

"What have you done?"

I asked directly.

After a groggy face, Anne returned it reflexively.

"That's none of your business"

"It's huge. I want to hire you. So if you're in trouble, I want to know. Of course you do, don't you?

If this woman performed (produced) the Triumph Ceremony of the Sword Tooth Corps, then I know her strength.

There is also an estimate that you may be able to hire because you seem to be having trouble with the money somehow.

But it depends on the type of trouble you're having. If it's simple violence, security can be guaranteed if you're under the umbrella of a regiment of sword fangs. Even in the case of money, it would work in favour of employment if it were not enormous.

Still, the troubles involved in power, such as aristocratic entanglement, are troubling.

I felt myself in danger the other day, and I thought, "I can't see the fear of power."

If you're a sword, you just need to avoid the sword in front of you. But those in power tighten up from the wrinkles and surroundings, and raid from behind in unexpected ways. Power cannot be combated without further power or organization.

And somehow, I have a feeling this woman's troubles are aristocratic.

"... nothing, I didn't do anything wrong. I just turned down the invitation for the night."

It was common on Earth for theater players to whisk spring at night.

Even in this world, an actress should be a normal means to get a patron.

"I said no... is that normal?

and asked Sarah in a whisper, Sarah puffed her head (wearing it).

"I don't. Because I only came to the village once in a while... Besides, I was small..."

Kirik, you know what?

"No matter how famous the troupe is, it's usually unthinkable."

When the three of us stared at Anne in unison, she looked uncomfortably twitchy.

"Even I was patient at first. I wanted a patron. I thought it was my chance to sell our troupe, so I nicked it and I was working on it.

But a fat poor nobleman with an ass who doesn't even want to be a patron, because he touches me sticky, he pushes me even if I don't like him, and he involves the dish like a muddy pig, and he falls, and he gets a rash, and you're bald! Come in the afterlife when your hair grows! When I said it out loud, the banquet hall got a big laugh, and he came after me because it turned bright red, so he ran away... "

Pfft, and I heard a breathing noise.

Sarah shuddered her shoulders into small pieces and was eager to laugh.

But Kilik was not reluctant.

"Ha ha ha ha! They'll resent that! Oh, pleasant, pleasant! Sister, you're gonna do a lot of work! I would have loved to be there if I'd paid for silver!

I laughed out loud as I banged my boroy desk with silly power.

Um... would it be okay to hire this woman?