Helping with Adventurer Party Management

The office decided that Sarah and I were picking up at the workshop because we had been living in a cage for a few days and we were no longer in the condition to be able to welcome guests.

The craftsmen are also coming home at night, and the workshop is quiet as a galan.

Jilboa had rarely brought swivelry, and several other members seemed to be consolidating the entrance and exit of the workshop.

Putting a few working chairs over the workshop's work desk to create a little meeting space, Jilboa sat there and Swivelry stood behind him.

I'll sit this one, and Sarah and Kilik will stand behind me.

"So. What happened?

And when I heard, Jilboa slapped a pattern of swords on his hips.

"Cleared up"

Only, I said.

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As I wrote in my letter to Jilboa, Jilboa also kept an eye on where magicians would always go.

That's the gateway to First Class. The magicians in the matter are sent by the great nobles of other cities, so there should be no base in this city. Besides, if you leave evidence all over the city or get caught by the official constitution, it becomes an inter-aristocracy problem that offends the counts' right to rule. So he stepped on the possibility of staying in the aristocratic mansion of this city so that agents would base their embassies in the original world.

The ties between nobles are strong even in other cities, so it is normal for nobles to stay in noble mansions in other cities when they travel, which is not noticeable if they are distracted by their associates. Besides, the mage with the great nobility says he has a good life, so he doesn't want to stay in an inn with a large crowd of ordinary people. It is also sensible for bases to be located in aristocratic districts due to the need for security to wear or store expensive catalysts.

Yes, I made a prediction.

The problem for assassins who don't want to leave a trail is that the gates of First Class neighborhood are tightly guarded and all the entrances and exits are on record, but not for magicians who can disappear if they care about it. If you deceive the gatekeeper's eyes by magic and go in and out of that gap, it's not even on the record.

But me and Jilboa, we laid eyes on it. They secretly dispatched members to keep an eye on people entering and exiting the gates of First Class Street from where they hid, keeping records of those whom the guards had unnaturally missed.

In the same vein, Jilboa said he led his own crew to storm and capture him tonight by monitoring the offices of the Swordtooth Corps, the Leather Street entrance and three locations of the company from hidden locations to identify suspicious persons by poking them against the unnatural entry and exit records in First Class Street.

"That's great."

He said I admire Gilbore.

"Don't forget five big silver coins."

From Jilboa's earnings, this is a joke because it would be nothing forehead.

I snorted before I heard it.

"By the way, what happened to that suspicious person? Do you know what's behind this?"

"Got it."

"What?"

I couldn't understand Jilboa's answer, so I asked back with the vegetables.

What did you say?

"I beat him down with a sword, stunned him, examined him all over his body, took up some sort of magic catalyst, and besides, left him with a monkey. I poured water on him, woke him up and tried to interrogate him, and a disgusting red smoke came from the inside of his clothes, bubbling him up and melting him down. It smelled terrible."

"... you ran away?

"No, I guess not because the bones stayed. It would be self-determination."

Did Jilboa recall that tragic sight, which was rarely frowned upon?

Thus, for the first time in a few days, I was to be freed from the life of a hole.