Helping with Adventurer Party Management

After all the simulations, I came to the conclusion that I was not prepared for discussing the end of the line in the printing industry with Priest Nicolo.

I've tried arguing with Priest Nicolo in my brain, but he's going to be debated in no time.

Obviously, my findings have not boiled down.

"Printed material was like air..."

In the original world, printed matter was overflowing.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a newspaper, which had articles and advertisements. There were sign ads at the station and magazine hanging ads on the train. At the company, the documents turn around, minutes are made, and expenses are settled by filling in the documents.

If you go to the bookstore, the bookshelves that reach to the ceiling were packed with Guissili and books in various fields, and the flat shelves were loaded with new issues with mountains.

How can we persuade that such a sight will come true one day?

Isn't it natural that only the dreams of the insane seem to me?

"Want to hear a little more extensive opinions around?"

By asking around for the opinions of those who live in this world, you may see the role of the printing industry, not your own solitude.

The opinions of the new officials were also helpful, but they are always working too close together to really seem like opinions in line with their values.

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"Captain, are you going out?"

"Oh, please"

As always, Kilik's escort is indispensable for travel in the city.

The office on Leather Street is also in the corner of 3rd Avenue, so there is a distance there to the Swordtooth Corps in 2nd Avenue.

Then we have to go through the 3rd class neighborhood, and I am really anxious in terms of security.

Walking a little muddy on the costume is just a bit of a pain in the ass to keep the road a little muddy with the rain the night before from getting away from the escort.

What makes you want to complain by accident is that you have no choice.

"Come on, I don't need an escort. I want to be."

"Captain, I can't do that."

Kilik, with a big sword on his back, answers aloud without looking back at this one.

What's wrong with this guy, he's not muddy jumping down the road muddy to big habits.

"Can't you?

"I can't. The small captain is like a chicken laying golden eggs, so to speak. From the starving people, you can't help but look delicious."

"Chicken..."

Is there any better analogy?

For once, the adventurers had been doing it for about five years, and they had gone as far as middle-aged.

"Escort work is the trick of not seeing your client's strength high or low."

"By that eye, you mean chickens?

"It's been quite a while since the small captain retired from the Adventurer, hasn't it? From the level guys selling fights to the Swordtooth soldiers, in the arms of the small captain, you're a chicken, unfortunately. If anything happens, I suggest you run rather than do something with your lower back sword"

I accidentally pinched my belly meat on Kilik's unmaliciously clear criticism.