Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"How do you answer that? Kenji."

How can I answer Swivelry's answer as if it denies the significance of the printing industry altogether?

Jilboa joins hands on his desk and looks delightfully at this one.

I guess you enjoy how I react.

As always, he likes to try people.

"No, I heard a good story. Thankful."

"... do you?

Suberry inquires unexpectedly.

Even as a swivelry, I must have dared to use strong language in an attempt to elicit some objection.

Maybe Jilboa had said something in advance.

Unfortunately, that ends in a shoulder watermark.

"True. Helpful."

The frank opinion that I don't know the significance of the printing industry, or that it would be a bookkeeper, made me aware to fill a gap in my somewhat unspoken vision of the printing industry.

Priests and newcomers still belong to the intellectual class in this world.

So I can understand the significance of the printing industry, and take a position in favour or against it.

But the vast majority of humans in the world would agree with Swivelry.

i.e. "What the hell does that do? layer."

Neither agree nor disagree. Indifference is the biggest enemy of the business.

This is an important axis to claim when dealing with the Church.

Speak up to the guard (Kilik) who is still unable to swallow the situation.

"The next destination is the Adventurers Guild."

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Entering the Adventurer Guild through the front entrance really gets the attention from the adventurers around you.

And the rushing adventurers look at this one and rumor a lot.

Rumors are getting bigger and bigger these days, but there's no choice.

As it turns out, after retiring as an adventurer for a few years, I became a deputy, and I'm another successful vector unlike Jilboa, who can make a brave name for himself all over the kingdom with the power of his sword.

So I don't look down, and I don't act like I'm not confident.

Just chest up and look around slowly.

The guys named Running Adventurers can tell as soon as they see it.

First, young. Most teenagers have just come out of the countryside.

The hands and feet are thin because they are not in good nutritional condition, and there are many people of such age that it is okay to say children.

Then, a weapon. Few of them have swords.

Mostly, wooden axes or hunting spears brought out of the village, or pigeons. Some sticks just shredded trees.

Sometimes the protective gear is worn like a piercing coat with crude skin and pieces of wood sewn onto the surface.

There are a few that have shields, and at best hold a stick of wood instead.

And he's wearing wooden shoes or sandals at his feet.

That's the runaway adventurer.

As I observed it that way, I found a strange group among the rushing adventurers.

It's a threesome with a big pot on its back with good skin tone and nourishment instead of a rushing adventurer.

Speaking of which, it's like Sarah was saying something.

Just fine.

"The threesome who carried the pot there, I want to talk to you for a second"

"Ha, yes!!

Speaking up, the runaway threesome was pathetically stiff.