Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"In the meantime, I ask you to take a series of responsibilities"

I say to Martin, whose hair and beard have been shaved off.

Nevertheless, its head is a terrible tiger pruning, to say the least.

The guys on the team are amateurs with haircuts, and Martin was scared of what he got wrong, so shaving his beard was a struggle.

Well, maybe he was afraid to shave his mustache with a knife.

The guys in the crew were pissed off, too. They said, "If you don't make fun of me, I'll smash you to death."

In the end, he had been beaten to death to make a beautiful blue mole around his eyes, but that much would be what he deserved.

"... so, what are you trying to make me do? Next thing you know, slash it off with your arms."

He says something Martin doesn't throw at, looking completely mindful of.

"I don't need an arm."

I don't have that kind of hounding hobby, like collecting human arms.

Around the painting baron, you might want something like that.

"You have every runaway adventurer you've got under control to explain around about buying up the nucleus of the slime directly"

This guy runs out through business and he even knows where they are.

First, let that information spit out.

And then, misaligned boy, go around the city with his head, and make the runaways who were pinning him explain the new buyers.

If the man on the strong side of the Swordtooth Corps turns around behind him, the city adventurers will know at a glance what the hell happened.

In this way, it becomes the general sense of the adventurers that the Swordtooth Soldiers will not tolerate the kind of commerce that feeds the runaway adventurers.

"Well, you're some kind of exposer. Don't worry, I'm not going to take your neck."

"... chip."

He's tough and tongue-beating, etc., but he finds out he's not in any physical danger, and he seems relieved.

"Well, let me wash my body first. It doesn't smell like this."

From the man who was soiled with alcohol, indigestion and unhygiene, he even smelled.

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"... so. I've been thinking about where to wash it, leather streets are the best and well equipped."

I don't want to wash it.

Sarah also speaks plainly of disgust.

From her point of view, this man is the enemy of the child.

I can't forgive you either.

"That's right. You're an adult, so you can wash yourself, right?

Just keep an eye on him and make him use the washroom.

There will be shaving marks wounds on your head and jaw, but you deserve it.

After a while, I heard him cursing the cold of the water.

Unlike in the case of the kids, I can't be intimate enough to let them use hot water.

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"So what happens to me?"

Shaved his hair and beard, Martin looked surprisingly young, given easy clothing.

No, I guess you're actually young.

He was deceived by his booze burnt voice, his throwing attitude and his dirty clothes with his all-you-can-stretch beard and hair, but when he became an adventurer in his late teens and retired after doing his adventurers for a few years, he meant he was only in his mid-twenties.

"What do you mean?

"It's after I told the kids about my new husband. Look, I'm not gonna kill you, but if they throw me out like this, how similar is it? The only way to screw up is in February."

You know what I mean.

If you think you have abandoned it and can't even calculate it, the fact is, on the contrary, that you were desperate and abandoned because you have just the head to see ahead?

Just a little bit, I got interested in this guy.