Helping with Adventurer Party Management

When the cannibal giant was brought out and the discussion began about moving the place by the Baron, Jilboa walked over here to see if he was helpful.

"That was a pretty exciting spectacle. Did you know how to communicate with him?"

No, I knew and kept quiet.

That's what Jilboa's going to do.

"Well, you are. I've been with that monster for days during the expedition. I sprinkled my faeces while I was asleep in the first place, so it smelled."

"It's..."

"They used the mansion's servants for a long time to reveal them here. I sympathize with those who have been feathered washing man-eating giants."

I have sincere sympathy for that unlucky servant.

I don't mind cooperating with the Baron in his work, but I don't want to be pushed to do that.

"So was it worth this expedition as a soldier of sword fangs? Must be a lot of money."

The leader of a first-class clan, like the Swordtooth Corps, himself came forward and sent out many members.

The mere depletion of the equipment would be considerable.

"What, the original is taken. Don't worry. The baron pays well because he is a wealthy man, and there have been many discoveries about ways and means to capture monsters alive. We've already got a few requests from the fast-paced merchants."

Jilboa whispered.

"Sure, you're a fast ear. Too soon... you sold the information, didn't you?

Possibilities may also be leaking from a gatekeeper or a baron servant.

But if it leaks normally, it's too soon to turn into a request.

Perhaps there was information from certain sources that there was a way to ensure that the monster was captured alive.

It is the Sword Tooth Corps and Jilboa that will benefit the most from doing it.

"I don't know. However, the amount requested has never been greater. This also gave adventurers more expensive requests of a new kind. Doesn't he?

Jilboa let me point it out.

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The circle of aristocrats surrounding the Baron has also gradually diminished, and the enthusiasm of the debriefing has diminished.

The atelier, whose sunset is inclined, is regaining its serenity as the beast smell and the hustle and bustle of the earlier days lie.

If you look calmly, the atelier has several anatomical drawings of goblins, skulls of man-eating giants, and bones of arms.

The ingredients are in full swing. It will be time to settle down and proceed with the research.

Looking at the skull of a man-eating giant, I can't believe this is a demon.

If they had put it in the original world and told me it was a kind of ancestor of mankind or ape, they would have nodded.

I don't have enough knowledge to point out the differences around it.

Someday, from this atelier, there will be enough talent to categorize it and point it out.

A man who cuts through this world, closed by the delusion of monster threats, is sure to come out.

It was such a sure briefing.

"What's the matter, man eating giant fangs scared"

"I don't know. Scare what's alive, but these are just bones."

To Jilboa's joke, look back and ask.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Right. The Baron's illness will also be cured for a while now. Because the only one who can capture the monster alive is the soldier regiment (of ours). Let me make some money at best."

Jilboa laughed out loud.