Helping with Adventurer Party Management

When I was put in the back about the office of the Sword Tooth Corps, there were paintings that were similar to those carried out on the rogue opponents who attacked us before.

The two artisan-style dressed men are tied up and rolled with blood and moles all over their bodies.

I've been an adventurer and a monster for five years. I don't like the smell of violence.

You noticed me coming in with Kirik, and the deputy commander, Swiberry, called out to me.

"Coming, Kenji"

I nod and respond.

"Oh, you know what's behind this?"

Swivelry, in a low but often passing voice

"Church."

I just said.

As things stand, some of the forces I'm turning against are relatively moderate.

"So, how far up is it?"

That's what I ask.

When we say church, the hierarchy (hierarchy) is wide and high.

There can be enemies at various levels, from tips on the end of the festival to rival cardinals trying to kick the cardinal down, and the way they deal with it varies completely from one opponent to another.

"The directive may come from above, but it wasn't so much above that I gave these guys instructions. He asked me to be a priest of a parish church in this city."

I'm not convinced by such swivelry explanations.

"Is that happening? I hear you've been sticking around for a long time."

I can see how this room is and how the tied men have struggled to get information.

Normally, if they're doing it for a dime, it's something that throws up information if it hurts a little.

"Usually, they work downstairs in that church."

I overheard what Swiberry casually said, and I made sure it was strong.

"Hey, no way these guys are gonna be citizens"

From the sound of working down, I don't know, but I'm concerned about the testimony that my hands were beautiful.

If you are a citizen of a second-class neighborhood serving the work of the church, the rest of the processing will be troublesome.

In an easy-to-understand case, if someone behaved violence against me, who lived in a third class neighborhood and was a resident outside the city, it would be at my own risk, and I don't blame you very much.

But if someone wields violence against the daughter of a merchant who is coming to help a group of swordtooth soldiers in 2nd class neighborhood, it will be a big deal.

Specifically, the guard moves and the investigation is carried out, and the executor is deported after being arrested and imprisoned or punished.

Penalties are high fines, and if you can't pay for them, they cut off your arms.

In fact, the operation of the sentence around it depends on the gold (money) and power (cone) of the ruling side, so the face of the Sword Tooth Corps will not be guilty, but it must be cumbersome to process.

Swiberry, to what I said, hun, snort.

"It's such a dodgy thing. He's not on the city's birth register, he's a fine old man. If you look at your legs, you'll see."

That's what I'm saying, I'm pointing at my foot with a sheath of swords that's been stripped of my shoes and filled with blood.

"Citizens live in walls all year round and don't walk the distance. It has a unique shape. These guys are definitely from the countryside. Even if you start living off the dirt and your hands are clean, your toes won't change shape."

Somehow, it's a line like I said somewhere. When I thought so and looked at Swiberry's face, I looked him in the eye and he laughed niggly.

"The other day, Kirik asked me something interesting. I did a little imitation. Surprised?

"Oh, you surprised me"

Damn, I'm not bored watching the guys in the Sword Tooth Corps.

When this one gets a little knowledge and information, it makes use of it as a matter of course and is flat out.

I guess these guys are the ones with the qualities of heroes.

"So, what do we do?

and because Swiberry asked me

"This is all I need to do. Throw me into that priest's church."

Answer,

"Isn't that sweet?

said Swiberry. But I have a point, too.

"There are a lot of people in the enemy, too. They're political harassment in the church. If this one responds with a kill against harassment, the other one will come for a kill. It's better for each other to hand it around here."

When I explain why, Swiberry shrugs her shoulders and slaps her lightly.

"You look like a lot of trouble when you're great"

I didn't mean to be great on my own, but I had a sense that the nature of the enemy had changed.

Oh, it's troublesome.

And while I agreed, I'm glad I didn't bring Sarah here, too.