Helping with Adventurer Party Management

When you reach the Earl's Castle, you are inspected for possessions in a place like the security room inside the castle gate.

Here again, Jilboa was lightly finished, but I was stubbornly tested between my hair.

He said he didn't hide poison needles or other dark vessels, just in case.

Conversely, this much inspection means that the Count can certainly see it.

But I can't do it unless I think so.

At the end of a single inspection, it is passed to the holding room.

As we are, we will not be allowed into a private room, and there will be a large room for the beholders to refrain from, where they will wait until they are called in.

The large rooms in the holding rooms are in the shape of several large mansion guestrooms, arranged in calm conditioning.

Perhaps it was something that removed and connected the walls of what was originally several rooms.

Sitting on a soft sofa, she asks me if I can get her anything to drink.

Neither me nor Jilboa have enough liver to ask for food and drink on enemy land, so don't.

There are several other groups of high-ranking people in the holding room who are equally shabby.

We don't know each other, but somehow we see each other's costumes and decorations and explore identities and power relationships.

I was remembering how I felt when I was waiting in my old world wedding hall and at a large corporate reception in sales.

Thus, a man like an assistant calls his name, and what is called leaves in turn.

Counting backwards from the digested time in order, the time per pair seems to be between 10 and 15 minutes.

Well, it's like confirmation after a hands-on rooting, such as a glance, so that's about it.

We're trying to get in without rooting. It's abnormal.

Our status is never high, so a few of the guys who came later than us were pulled out, and they should have been in before noon, but when the order came, they were already trying to get around the afternoon.

Says the clerk.

"Swordtooth soldiers, Jilboa and your things, follow me"

"" Ha. "

I follow Jilboa with a box. Noble people don't have luggage, so my role is as a porter carrying luggage about Jilboa. Otherwise, you can't look at it.

Encouraged by the attendant, during the first glimpse of him stepping foot in his life, he built more of an imaginary cathedral than a castle.

The aisle is lined with red carpets, on the left and right with columns decorated with sculpture, and from the ceiling the light falls out of stained glass windows.

Knights with shields in sheet metal armor (platemails) on their backs stand on guard in case the beholder has no intention of causing harm to the Count. Perhaps there will be security between the Count and ourselves, where we cannot see them, and some kind of magical protection is provided for haz.

Thus, at the end of the carpet of the aisle, there was a pedestal a few steps taller, where Count Lund, ruler and owner of the city, sat.

The pedestal also has decorations, but Count Lund's outfit is even more decorative than that. There are sparkling ornaments on the clothes and on the shoulders, some emitting dull light. Probably a magic object.

Is he in his sixties? Both hair and mustache were grey-haired but rich, with noses as thick and sharp as eagle noses. My eyebrows are thick and my eyes are cold. That was my impression that you were the ruler's face.

We proceed from the Count's pedestal to about fifteen meters, where we stand on one knee, bow our heads, and wait for the attendant's signal.

After a while, a civil servant holding back beside the Count will speak to us.

"Describe the soldier's army of swordfangs, Jilboa's name, and the reason for his sight."

"Ha," replied Jilboa, signaling me with his eyes. When I put up the box, Jilboa...

"Let me deliver this one"

and when played, the box was moved to near the Count after several relays of the Count's Civilians.

The Count says, "What is this?"

And, says a civilian eared Gognogonho by the Count.

"Ha. My name is Guardian Shoes, and they are brand new shoes that give your feet magical strength and protection without magic. I would like to dedicate this shoe to the Count."

Jilboa says in one breath. Along with that, your civilian opens the box.

It's a good time. It's good to let you hold the bribe in advance.

The shoes put out of the box glowed in silver and gold decorations, with winged beast (griffon) feathers planted.

Small firedragon (Lesser Fire Dragon) leather is used on the toe of the shoe, while light silver (Mithril) is used on the sole of the foot to prevent slipping. The surfaces of the shoes are polished and shiny with the finest oils, and the smell bag also smells like flowers.

This, let me tell you, is a sacrifice to our Count by a pair of shoes that look cheap and sloppy.

It was really hard for me to make this on a limited day until I saw it.

From the point of aligning the ingredients to the manufacture, he also mulled Swiberry's stepfather's handouts and gorgogos considerably.

But that seemed worth it.

When a civilian ears something at the Count, for the first time the Count is fleshly

"Great. It's a special victory"

and said unexpectedly in a thick voice.

"Ha. Thank you. I know."

Jilboa replied, standing on one knee, and I listened silently.

That's the end of our sight.