Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Still in the dim, from beyond the door of the office, there is a noise of gay people making.

The voice of a tall child, and the voice of a quiet woman who scolds and scolds it.

That's the sound of the artisans' wives coming with their children and preparing the artisans' breakfast.

I mean, in the morning.

When I try to wake up by scrubbing my sleepy eyes, I get blunt pain in the head.

Besides, the back of the lid is heavy.

"Oh, Kenji, are you awake?

Sarah, who was awake one foot away, calls out in a cheerful voice.

That voice, which usually relieves me, sounds to the core of my head, trying to rupture my brain.

"What about breakfast?

"No, fine..."

In short, Kenji woke up with a terrible hangover.

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When I made my way to the breakfast table to drag my body out of the office, the craftsmen were already about to finish eating.

"" Captain! Good morning!

The high voice of a child coming to help me hates all this morning.

"Oh, good morning"

Still, greetings must be firmly returned.

It is also part of the workplace education that young artisans, including greetings, can be properly educated.

Greet me when I come in the morning, and greet me thoroughly when I leave work.

I hated myself as a student the controlled education of this hand, but I can't help but think about the actual problem, launching a rough or new factory, because it doesn't go well without being thorough from saying hello.

"What is it, a hangover?

The eyes of the admirable wives cannot be deluded.

"Yeah. The swordtooth soldiers drank me once in a while. It was a banquet in their office just before sunrise."

"Well. So that quarrel riot is over too?

"Yeah, well," I clouded my words.

A quarrel?

Indeed, from the artisans' point of view, it might have looked that way.

Neither the craftsmen nor their families know the details of yesterday's events.

The other day's intense battle with the former deputies, who had to have hired them, across the gates of Leather Street, was an overwhelming victory for the Swordtooth Corps, with few witnesses for the disturbance because it ended in a very short time.

Besides, the artisans who had come home at night had not seen any injuries or bodies other than very little blood paste.

Of course, I have not been informed of any subsequent calls to private small courts or of a series of exchanges there.

How far have they been informed?

I can't do anything about it from what I know, and I'm going to need material to understand the contents of the trial in the first place.

I don't want to bring that dangerous rush or exchange to this soothing breakfast table.

A child who spoons wheat porridge into momentum in the morning, a mother trying to wipe its mouth.

If I think so, mothers talk to each other about something, and children are proud of each other.

It seems that these mornings of nothing have become something to protect that is important to me at some point.

"Yes, then good luck with your work today!

However, I just want you to give me a break for Sarah's prestigious hanging voice sounding all over the core of her head this morning.

After this, a detailed meeting with the new officials awaits.

It makes me want to take a sigh of breath, not to say that I have no choice because my schedule is jammed.