Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"In the meantime, we need to do something about Elan soon!

and Sarah claims.

As to leaving Franz to Kirik, if Sarah is overprotective, she's not.

Given Elan's environment, Sarah's right.

Franz, as you can see from his physique and armament, has the least power to defend himself.

Besides, he seems to be in a better inn than Elan, and he'll have connections with the partay members he's been working with.

But Elan doesn't have the power or the power to protect himself.

"If you jumped out of a merchant and said you didn't have the money and you were hunting for the nucleus of Slime, you'd be living in a terrible place. If you stay like that, it's never good."

But Sarah said.

It is those of the adventurers who live at the bottom of the battle, hunting the nucleus of the slime and earning goods, like the Elans.

When it comes to accommodation, it sounds good, but it is the kind of end-of-place bed that divides the space under the bridge with worn boards and cloth.

What happens if I go back with the big bucks that this skinny little guy is two big copper coins?

Perhaps you won't be safe for one night.

You just need to beat the shit out of your surroundings and take the money away from you, but if you do it badly, you can get hurt or die.

So far Elan has been safe only because he simply didn't have enough money to be taken away from him.

However, rumors will be spreading to those who have been seen being called to the reception room in the Adventurer's Guild.

Adventurers can't read many words. Instead, rumors spread at terrible speeds.

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"This is the merchant I was working for..."

Me and Sarah and Kilik headed out on Elan's guide to a merchant who deals in oil and grease in a second-class neighborhood.

Monster meat is not edible in this world, but fat is used as a candle and other products.

From what I can tell, I don't really like oil smoke and smell because they are terrible, but anything that mixes herbs and other things to mislead the scent is used in more than a certain level of civic houses as lighting.

Since heat and smell can be used to process and process monster fat, there is a section where specialist craftsmen gather just like leather streets, but after they are shipped in blocks, it seems like a merchant with the role of accumulating inquirers for distribution throughout the city, which is what I imagined from Elan's awkward story.

Will the exterior be three stone floors with shops on the ground floor, offices on the second floor and residences on the third floor?

As a merchant in a second-class neighborhood, it can be said to be of a reasonable size.

Not as big a merchant as Swiberry's father-in-law, but I can see several of his youngest men working busily, even as far as I can see.

"I'd like to see my husband."

That's how I call out to one of the people who works outside to call my husband.

Now I'm going back to my office and dressed like a merchant. Sarah is equally turning into a calm outfit, a fine senior citizen if only on the outside. And I follow Kirik, who is a successful escort to see.

"Then I will call you. Please wait here."

I just came to get the exterior surface done, and they let me through.

Besides, the response of the merchant's youngest is pretty smooth.

What on earth made Elan unhappy and jump out of this merchant house?

For once, you will need to hear it from your husband's mouth, whether you take it on or not.