Helping with Adventurer Party Management

The visit to the Count took time, anyway.

In my name, I used the name of the Swordtooth Corps because it was impossible to meet them in the first place, but the application to see them from the front was complicated anyway.

If the shoe business buying clinic was really based on the Count's will, the process would have gone much faster.

Even from the slow pace of this procedure, it can be predicted that the enemy would have moved where it had nothing to do with the Count's own intentions.

Or maybe there was some kind of obstruction.

Since the parchment on the document was genuine, there is no doubt that one of the civil servants in charge of liaison around the Count is lending a hand.

It's just possible that it's only someone's hand that disturbs the Sword Tooth Corps.

Politics is inhabited.

It is impossible for us ordinary people to fight in the political world.

So open it up by daring to talk face to face with the top.

There are operations and souvenirs. I don't know if that will work, but if you wait, you're jilli poor.

Take him with Jilboa through the inner gate set on the inner wall of 1st Precinct.

This inner gate is a high and thick wall that separates the city's traditional large merchants and aristocracy from its civil class.

There are always four guards standing at the gate with clasps (chainmails) and tops and spears, checking the people in and out.

It seems that more than a certain class of humans can also bring in weapons, but I was even taken up by a dagger.

For once, Sarah came in a merchant-like outfit that made me stand out, but can't she get rid of the smell?

He said he'd give it back on his way home, but it's not what I figured out.

Well, if you put it in the Castle of the Count, there's no obstacle because either way it would have been covered, but it's not funny when compared to Jilboa being allowed to carry a sword.

However, from the security point of view, taking up the sword of the city hero Jilboa would have made me want to do it, given my civic sentiments, and I guess the risks were too high to take on, such as keeping Jilboa's demon sword.

If you're a Japanese officer, you may have responded equally to whoever your opponent is under the law, but in this world, the law is on the side of what you have identity and power.

I even got my dagger covered and Jilboa can do it right. No one wonders about that. That's what it is.

Of course, Gilboa refused to open the souvenir for the Count.

The Devil's Sword that Jilboa refused to keep, but I've never seen it pulled out, but it seems to have the power to cut it off easily, like emitting a strong light and cutting butter with a knife that heats the hard monster's outer skin.

The fold of the chat says, "How much is it worth? I've asked," but he laughed and didn't answer.

Anyway, it seems to be valuable enough that it can't be priced.

Jilboa is dressed jarringly with decorations for aristocratic liturgy, but wears a shirt inside with the power of protection.

They need to be more alert to sniping by arrows, poison by blowing arrows, etc., than the enemy's target's fate is Jilboa.

For once, I had a warrior monk in the Swordtooth Corps put a curse on my guard, but it was to the point of rest.

Faith hearts, fellow vows and rituals, he said a lot, but the point is, they seem to be ineffective for things that are not in his body.

True, I'm not a person in this world, and I'm gutted with the Swordtooth Corps, but I'm not a subordinate.

Until the mysterious power of magic, this world seemed unfriendly to me, and it wasn't funny.

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But the first neighborhood ahead through the gate is like a different world from the second.

The city is quiet and there are few signs of people. The cobblestone roads are swept away and no one is walking around the city.

Above all, the attention is drawn to the fact that the building is short, the garden is large and green.

I was also surprised that the offices of the Sword Tooth Corps were on the ground floor of the 2nd class block, but the interior of the walls is basically short of land and the building stretches up.

Fortunately, there are few earthquakes and fewer land patterns because there is no such world as the Building Standards Act, or a five-story building built in a dangerous balance like Jenga stands out when it comes to third class neighborhoods. Many of them are rentals for low-income people, and the more they go to the upper echelons, the cheaper the rent.

Anyway, it's a world without water and elevators, so it's hard to live in the upper echelons.

Conversely, the ground floor is a shop or a luxury property.

The Swordtooth Corps has an office on the ground floor of the 2nd class block, but it's something we can do because the financial base of the Swordtooth Corps is certain.

However, in 1st Precinct, all visible buildings are low. Mostly two floors. At best, a hall with windows on the roof that runs on the third floor is an occasional sight.

Perhaps the attic is a servant's residence or storage.

The large garden, which peers through the gap of a well-pruned hedge, overlooks the horse stop on which the carriage is put, the short, tidy lawn, and statues and fountains.

A world inhabited by man with overwhelming wealth and power.

From the people here, the profits of the shoe business look like change.

I sighed in my heart.