Summer noon.
A boneless building, facing west of Wangdu Central Square.
One young man went into that building, the headquarters of the Adventurers Guild.
I'm nervous.
Soft looking, blurry impression of the hit.
Earlier in the Merchant Alliance, you returned your F-rank Merchant credentials. He is a man who was troubled by gold in the corner of the square.
(That?)
Large lobby spread across the door. I saw it there and got the unexpected impression.
(Not many people)
More like this, how many fierce men are bothering. I imagined that.
But the lobby is gallant, and there's just one woman sitting on the counter in the back.
I look at the bulletin board in front of the counter to see if I want to take it even at the request of the collection.
(Nothing)
It is something he does not know, but originally the vicinity of Wangdu was not a suitable place to collect.
Various grasses, nuts, animals, minerals, etc. were common in the countryside.
Until now, there have been many requests for sampling because Wang Du was a large consumer place and because the material did not arrive due to poor flow of goods.
(What to do)
I breathe out several sighs today, the biggest.
"It's okay, I'll do something for you"
Then from behind, the receptionist called.
I think I saw him somewhere, but I can't remember.
"You don't have a collection request and you're in trouble, right? That's a lot of people."
Now that quality materials are being transported in large quantities from the region, requests for sampling in Wangdu have fallen dramatically.
The rushing adventurers who were feeding their lives were very troubled.
"I have a good job, don't you?
"Is it a good job"
Explain to him, the receptionist smiling, giving him the parrot back.
"I have a job that's easy and I get paid a lot."
As I glance into my eyes, I keep saying that this is the most important thing.
"Whatever it takes, it helps people. Isn't that nice?"
(That would be nice)
Being used to being nice and taking care of him, he smiles back.
But that's where I notice. I don't even have the money to register as an adventurer anymore.
I'll probably offer to that effect, but the receptionist's smile won't change.
"Don't worry about it. Because I'll make it a deduction from the reward for success."
The words make my heart warm.
Ever since I left the noble mansion, I've been hungry for help from people.
(I knew the guild had to be like this. It's very different from the Merchant Alliance)
Once you have completed your adventurer registration, go to your seat in the corner of the lobby immediately.
There were two rushing adventurers like him waiting.
Both young. Especially if you wear a sword on your hips, you can call him a boy.
"Is Goblin exorcised?"
The two of you who were earlier do not respond to the receptionist's explanation. Looks like he's already been briefed.
Goblins.
It's a human-shaped warcraft, about the back length of a human child.
Among the adventurers, they say they are weak. Living without a herd will depend on its weakness.
"Yes, I went out to the south village."
And the receptionist looks around at the two who were there first, pointing to him.
"Luckily, this guy has a carriage. We'll be there by evening."
Growing up, he felt somewhat disgusted with his index finger pointed at him.
(I thought I told you my name when I signed up, but I wonder what it is to say this guy)
I get that feeling, but I had bigger problems, so I prioritized you.
Exchange words with the other two, whispering.
Concerns hit and he uttered words on his behalf.
But we've never defeated a goblin before.
But the receptionist is confident. He has his hands on his hips and his chest stretched.
"It's okay, because I'm talking about one. If a young man holds a stick, he can do anything."
To them with a faint reaction, the receptionist overlaps words.
"You only have the height of a child, right? You deal with one kid and you lose?
Ask me, I imagine.
A child with bare hands, or a stick of wood. The three of us surround it with swords and sticks. I certainly didn't think I'd lose.
The other two seem to agree, nodding.
"Okay, I'll take it"
They finished the process on the spot. Exit the guild immediately and head to the carriage stop.
Because the village offers meals and beds, I wanted to get there before evening.
The other two, like him, even had trouble eating today.
Wang du exit to the south, little golem carriage.
Sitting on its front carriage, the boy plays the sword of his hips.
(Finally, here comes the place to be active)
Shorter one-handed sword. It's a popular product available anywhere, but a treasure for the boy.
By the way, I haven't used it yet. It is rough.
An adventurous sword is a must. I had thought so but had no money to buy and had given up just looking at the exhibit.
But the receptionist's sister was there to talk to me.
'Money will be fine later. I'll subtract you from the success reward by splitting it'
That's what you told me, so I could get it.
But it's a burden.
I can't pick a job because I don't have a collection request.
I did everything like street cleaning, garbage cleaning, grasshoppers, etc. in the pleasure district.
But even if you make money crawling through the ground, half of it will be taken by the sword payment.
Really every day, it was finally my life.
(And I'm free)
Because there are two people on your stand, you are alone on the carrier. I don't even have someone to talk to.
Hold your knees and think back to what you've been through. It's an episode where I came out to King's Capital to be an adventurer.
Until a few months ago, the boy had a lunch box sale in the lodging town west of Awok.
For sale are the passengers of the large golem carriage.
Many customers buy for lunch that day and are quite busy in the morning.
(The Empire attacked us?
Give lunch to the customer who hands out the window and think while receiving the price.
They say Landburn has been invaded, and the Inn Town has been hanging up on that topic since morning.
But few people, including boys, take it seriously. For there had been several times before, and they had all been repelled.
(Because of that, let's go check it out)
There are dozens of knights hanging out in the flats west of Landburn.
(You look great)
Knights are the longing of the boys.
If the Knights Only Horseman, the flag knight of the kingdom, was coming, he was going to leave work but go.
But then came the news of Landburn's fall, which surprised me greatly.
(Glad I didn't go)
Dinner seats for two. They hear the story and bow down their breasts.
My aunt, sitting in the front, continued her words.
"Now that Landburn belongs to the Empire, there will be fewer travelers passing through here."
A little twisted on my face, I get worried.
This lodging town is halfway between Landburn and Awok. Now that you've lost one, your legs will fall sharply.
To my aunt who works at the inn, herself a lunch seller. Both jobs are likely to cease to be made up.
The boy makes a sinister look and gasps his head behind him.
"Maybe this place will be a battlefield too"
But I breathed into my aunt's words that followed.
Yes, it is, not necessarily that the Empire will stop at Landburn. It would be a distance to call for knights, such as this lodging town, which is a day's distance by regular carriage.
"I'm going to Awok. What do you do?
A boy who lost his parents a few years ago. My mother's sister picked me up and took care of me until now.
(I guess it's time you decided your own path)
The boy who received his aunt's inquiry as such. Shut up often and answer in a strong tone.
"Go to the king's capital and be an adventurer."
I was deciding. That the future will be an adventurer.
The boy's parents are merchants. The carriage in which the two rode had been attacked by the gray tiger Grey Tiger on the North Street and had become a person who would not return.
(I want to take revenge)
His first thought when he was leaving a message was it.
But then, one wish is born in my heart.
(I want everyone to be able to get to and from the streets safely. to keep people like your father and mother out any more)
I guess my aunt knew about that wish.
I didn't say anything to stop it, I nodded quietly.
Just before I go to bed, I'm told to come to my room.
(Wonder what)
Usually an aunt on a night shift at the inn. It's unusual to be home at night.
(Even my father's shape-shifting sword, I wonder if he says he will)
My father got it by accident, an old sword. The identity is the legendary sword that houses the heart of a man, who is led by that sword and embarks on a journey to save the world.
I'm going to my aunt's room while I'm delusional about that. By the way, the protective weapon my father had was a long wooden stick. It's not a sword.
"I'm coming in."
Knock and open the door.
There was an aunt, well made up, sitting in a chair, just like when she was going to work.
(Wow)
The appearance makes me beat faster by accident.
My aunt is my mother's sister. Whatever it is in the world, it's not young from a boy.
But she was beautiful.
"Sit down."
That's what they say, and I sit back in the chair opposite my aunt.
A slightly tired, moist atmosphere.
I was stared at by my aunt, who secretly admired me, and my breathing became painful.
"You're just a kid, aren't you?
I don't know what that means, I'm confused.
I don't think I'm a child myself, but from my aunt's point of view, maybe I am.
"If you're going to be an adventurer, you have to be an adult."
(I wonder if you mean you shouldn't go to Wang Du)
My aunt stuck her index finger out and touched the boy's lips as she nearly opened her mouth to argue.
And smile lusciously.
"So my aunt will make you an adult. This is my farewell."
Surprise and anticipation, and excitement and no voice.
The mouth, which was half open, was blocked by my aunt's mouth and held her breath for a long and long time.
"Adult scare, I'll tell you"
Whispered in his ear, he is forced into bed.
And from there, the dream time began.
(Painful)
To groin pain, back from recollection.
When I remembered my aunt's farewell, my pants got very sharp.
(Until the sun came up, it felt good)
My admiring aunt. The first and last opportunity to interact with it.
The boy's is completely off, leading to a non-stop morning.
My aunt, who was the first to remind me of the horrors of adulthood, was also overwhelmed by youth along the way and knocked down.
The boy kept waving at his unconscious aunt until morning.
(Not like this. I need to process it)
I can't stand it.
Fortunately, the two companions are your table. I'm the only one on the carrier.
(This swing and the sound of the wheels, you wouldn't know)
The nodding boy takes a small chunk of cloth out of his luggage.
I stole it before I got a goodbye, it's my aunt's underwear.
Think about it, it can't be unnoticed. I'm sure you knew how the boy felt.
I got it from the laundry cage. Push it against my face and inhale my aunt's scent all over my chest.
And take off half your pants, and start working.
(Auntie!
Screaming in my heart many times. The carriage moved from the carriage to the rear, stirring a vibrant young scent.
The carriage arrives to the village as planned and before evening.
When guided to the village chief's house, he fills his belly with a meal that is not lavish but quantitative. And take a bath and sleep in a futon.
Very normal life, but I was grateful to them.
Okay, I'll be there.
The next morning, we enter Riyama, near the village. This is where the goblins were witnessed.
"Wow, bugs."
The boy with the sword looks fed up.
Because the villagers are walking on a hardened path, they will not be plagued by tall grass. But little featherworms fly around my face.
Probably responding to exhaling breath.
"Now it's Abu!
You're attracted to the smell of sweat, flying around them making good noises.
The boy could not swing his sword, but could not strike.
"I don't like summer woods."
He was a noble servant. He's not used to this sort of thing.
I left it to the boy to take the lead and walk the last.
What I have in my hand is a long wooden stick that was loaded on the carriage. This one is more operational to him for not training in swords.
The young man in the middle has a similar stick of wood.
"Damn, man."
The sword of a boy to be struck and wielded in order to get rid of the worm. It's dangerous, so you two keep your distance.
And walking often.
"What?"
A boy going forward raises his voice as if surprised by something.
Then the swing stopped and the sword fell out of his hand and into the ground.
"Hey, what's up?
Back to the two calls, the boy who looked back.
With a crying face, he is grabbing a wooden spear stabbed in the belly.
"Out!
Two people screaming.
Goblins must have been hiding in the grass.
They're wooden sticks, and they sweep the perimeter away at the muck.
"Wah."
The previous young man throws out a stick and screams.
If you look, the goblin was attached to his face, choosing one eye with sharp nails.
(Same as a child?
I'm not kidding.
He is still angry at the sweetness of himself and the receptionist.
(Monkeys are smaller than kids, but can you fight and win?
If you're a tribe with no training whatsoever, it's hard to cross with bare hands.
(Goblins are much bigger than monkeys)
Plus use the weapon. Combat power is not even comparable to monkeys.
Weak goblins are a story from those who are thoroughly trained and equipped.
Ordinary people like them weren't the ones who could fight and win.
(Damn)
Abandon the two of you, run back.
I don't have the power to help.
But the next moment, I felt a spear piercing my flank.
(Ugh)
And it's not one bottle.
Right after the right flank, left flank, then back. pierced continuously, and each time his body is shaken.
The spear was the same as the boy received, a stick of wood that just sharply pointed the tip.
But enough killing power. For someone like him, who only wears cloth.
(I wonder how you're doing)
As my vision rapidly lost color, what floated was a childhood tame figure.
He hides his face full of scuffs with his long forehead. Not so beautiful, no breasts.
(Temporary whorehouse. I wish I had a proper customer.)
I like myself, but I don't like many elements from customers.
That's what worried me.
(Wow, there's plenty)
Three goblins emerged from the grass.
Besides, this didn't seem like all of it. There are twigs moving all over the place and the sound of stepping on the grass.
(Who is it, what did I say it was one)
That was his last thought in the world.
Half a day passes and the sun begins to tilt from the top.
In the village chief's house, villagers were gathered.
"He's not coming back."
says the old woman with a crooked back.
The village chief creased between his eyebrows and squeezed out his voice.
After all, there's a bunch of goblins coming.
My surroundings are stirring.
Goblins don't always act alone. If you see one, you should think there's more than one behind it.
The problem is, that number.
"I guess that means I'm not going home."
An old woman shakes her head to the left and right.
A few of them won't show up alert the adventurers.
If there are dozens of them, they attack to kill.
The village chief used adventurers to make sure of it.
"We're evacuating to the king's capital. Everyone's packed."
I declared the number to be one because a lower advance on the requisition fee would be lower.
If the actual number is higher, pay extra at the time of achievement. If no one returns like this one, the rest of the payment is unnecessary.
By the way, this village doesn't have the financial power to repel a flock of goblins.
It was their wisdom.
"Before the sun goes down, leave the village. It is strictly forbidden to act alone. You're gonna die."
Everyone snorts in unison.
They knew with their own hands the dangers of goblins.
At the same time, the lobby of the Wangdu Adventurers Guild.
At the counter with no guests, the receptionist had a cheek wand on his spare time.
(Are those kids working hard?)
I think of the three young adventurers who set out yesterday to help people.
(The target is one goblin. Knock it down already and everyone will appreciate it by now)
The villagers who were helped appreciate it and the adventurers who helped get a sense of fulfilment.
Imagine everyone joyfully dancing hand in hand, and her heart warmed.
(Nice job wow)
If I'd gotten around to her a little more, I would have felt uncomfortable at the point of one goblin.
If it was really one, I wouldn't pay for it and ask for it. Because we can handle it ourselves.
If I talked to my seniors, I would have gotten some advice.
But to walk alone at your own discretion is the same as when you were a merchant guild you used to work for.
I was asked at her level to send out the adventurers.
"A flock of goblins raided the southern village. The villagers had been evacuated, so the human damage was zero '
It is not until a little later that such information will be brought about. By the way, the three adventurers have not come back as one.
She clouded her expression and proceeded to post-processing.
(Um, two of the three are unpaid registration fees. I treated it as a provisional application, so let's just say I didn't sign up myself)
She took out the paperwork, tore it fine and went to the trash.
(Requested by the village, but incomplete because the number of goblins was different. This will not make the request unsuccessful. Ever)
Destroy more documents.
It wasn't the guild cabinets that were stored. Both in her desk drawer.
It was unspecified and thrown into the unwrought.
(I'll pay the blacksmith later. Remainder of the sword. If you hit the advance from that village, it won't be negative)
As a result, a request from a southern village, plus two new adventurers who registered for the day. These beings didn't happen from the beginning.
As for the registered boy, it's not a problem because he's finished paying off all his debts.
Alliance fees will be outstanding next month and registration will only be cancelled next month.
It was a common story nowadays with fewer jobs, such as a freshly behaved adventurer stopping showing his face.
(No one will ever know that a bunch of goblins are coming)
Totally unexpected, total force majeure.
Adventurer to my client, it's not anyone's fault, it's nobody's fault. Me too, of course.
She thinks so from the bottom of her heart.
(Next job, gotta work hard)
Change your mind and remind me of other requests.
I have the paperwork in her drawer.
It stops at her level, just like a request from a southern village. The request has not been registered yet.
(It's easier after it's all done)
From receiving requests to paying remuneration, the approval of the superior is required in one go. In smallmouth projects with low rewards for success, it is a tacit approach to simplifying procedures.
(Climbing bear (climbing bear) baby. I want you to get rid of me because that's getting lost and roughing up the field. Could it have been)
It's an easy job.
That's when the front door opens and the light outside reaches into the lobby.
If you look at it, a young man who had trouble with his life looked around the lobby at the entrance.
(Hmm)
Stop the cheek wand and correct your posture.
While watching, the young man proceeded to walk, before the bulletin board for the collection request. After a long look, he shook his head left and right and sighed.
Look at that. She takes a seat.
"It's okay, I'll do something for you"
The reception of the less requested Adventurer Guild is, unlike in the past, a one-person rotation. Functions like monitoring each other's working behavior have long been lost.
Thus, before anyone noticed, the wound spread and went.