Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"I'm sorry, but I need you to go to the office of the Sword Tooth Corps and let me know. I'll take the next three."

Speak to one of the craftsmen and ask him to go to the soldier's office to use it.

There is a room in the office of the Sword Tooth Corps for the hostiles to speak honestly.

There are a lot of women and children in the factory, so I don't want to see those sights.

"Hey, why even us!

"Or let me go!

and artisans who were not involved in the theft complain frighteningly, but even if they did not execute directly, there is no evidence so far that they were not indirectly involved, so they cannot be released.

"You're unlucky."

So that's all I can say.

Then the two artisans were suddenly rampaged.

"Oh, no! Not really!"

"Help me! Damn it, it was just this guy's fault!

But soon they will be held down by the soldiers of the sword fangs of the escort.

"Ugh!! Nothing or I'll let you go home. Shut the fuck up!!

When Kirik had a drink, he grew up.

Anyway, it is quite compelling when Kilik, who is large and muscularly developed and stepping on the number of places to see it, is awesome.

In the first days we were escorted, our craftsmen and women and children were so frightened that they didn't come near us.

A diagram of a completely frightened craftsman, awesome by mercenaries in the war.

This sight is not pleasant.

It's like a yakuza using a bad guy to threaten a good townsman.

Or we can't acquit these craftsmen.

Position as deputy, showing to the craftsmen as factory owners, the face of the Swordtooth Corps on security.

Those social positions and faces demand that this thief be punished plainly.

Damn. Why did you do this? You idiot.

I turned my complexion blue and poisoned the artisans who were still going to fall.

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The attitude of the craftsmen was important on the way to the office.

Most of all, surrounded by armed mercenaries who were close to one of their own heads, they would not have boiled their energy to escape.

There was also a rare Jilboa in the office.

"What, you look a lot weaker for an assassin?"

I know what's going on here, and Jilboa's making fun of me.

I'm not in the mood for that.

"It's easier for assassins. It's easy."

This one slapped his mouth down, too, but that was the honest feeling.

Rent a special purpose room in the back to seat the craftsman who worked the steal on the floor. The other two are sitting on the wall for a tour.

Stone tiles are laid on the floor of the room, and drains are provided. To make it easier to rinse off even when there is blood paste.

They say the Sword Tooth Corps has a superior human being with the skill to get him to speak honestly, so let him stand on the other side of Kilik with the tools.

A weapon that looks terrible because it sees countless iron thorns growing at the tip of a tree stick about the length of a person's hips.

"Hey, there's blood on him. Drop it before you use it."

"Oops. Excuse me. I just used it the other day. It's a solid dropped haz..."

When Kilik cautions, the torturer's man deliberately removes the cloth and wipes the tools, showing the cloth stained in red and black.

Craftsmen unfamiliar with violent shakedowns are just losing their minds and their complexions are turning blue and their teeth beeping.

Naturally, the exchange so far has been a trick, but the room in my mind to notice it has been lost.

I begin my interrogation while expressing my heartfelt gratitude that I may not have to look at the blood for now.

"Well, shall we have it talked about again from the beginning? What's your real name? What workshop? What's the parent's name?

While I was at it, I thought I could hear you sound cold.

Anyway, because the anger I was feeling was real.