Everyone's determination against the king of the underworld, the mightiest enemy, was consolidated, and Michelle circled in front of me about what she thought when Ramis took charge of me and tried to leave the conference room.
"Mr. Hackon. I apologize for the delay. I couldn't have been here without your help. I really don't have anything to thank you for."
He bends his hips to ninety degrees and lowers his head deeply. You're a really polite good young man. Now, if it wasn't a communal obstacle, it would be perfect.
"I'm really, really impressed! I've always thought of that! A brilliant cover-up with an iron body, yet noble and gentle, that lets you read no signs at all. Plus, I can't believe we can do this until resuscitation, not just iron wall defense...... Mr. Hackon!
My forehead is sticking to my face. My wet eyes shine so scarily. Oh, what, what, what. My nose is rough and I'm scared!
I'm getting some compliments, but I think the only reason I can't read the signs is because it's a vending machine!
"I fell in love with you regardless of being a demon prop or anything like that! You can let me call you Master Hackon from today on!
"Become!"
My head blank for not too long in amazement.
Rummis is also surprised when he opens his mouth gently next door, but I think I'd be like that if I were alive, too.
I'm glad to be complimented on the inside, not on the outside, but even though it's a vending machine, a master... it's not bad to be in love with the same sex, but it means I fell in love as a person. Never meant that way, did you? No... right.
"So, can't you call me Master Hackon?"
Damn, a handsome man with a neutral face will stare at you with moistened eyes. If I'm a woman, it's a situation that's going to fall in one shot, but I'm fine because I don't care that way, I'm fine.
He's just admiring me for being honest and pure. If you push evil, you deserve to be rude. I have to deal with this as a grown man.
"Welcome"
"That means you don't mind! Thank you, Master Hackon!
Michelle gave me a hug, but it doesn't mean anything. What is it?
"Phew, it's good to have an apprentice"
Why is Ramis staring at me with half an eye?
This is how I have a human apprentice even though I am a vending machine. No, there's nothing to teach you when you say master, is there?
Under the cloudy sky, as usual in front of the inn, when I was finishing selling the product and taking a break, someone came all the way closer.
"Master Hackon. Let me wipe your body."
It was Michelle who showed up with a beautiful cloth in her hand and a wooden barrel with water.
Since then I... Michelle has missed me. He is often beside something and takes care of it worthwhile.
I know you respect me for this, but I also feel like you're just beside me because I'm restless with more and more exposure to people in a ghost hierarchy of displaced people day by day.
Seems like I wouldn't have to be nervous at all if I were a vending machine.
"Michelle, brushing Hackon's body is ours. You don't have to do that."
"Really? I apologize for the impolite imitation. I'll see you at noon."
It pulls me right off without being stubborn, and I'm not a bad kid.
"Hackon, you've been too sweet for Michelle lately. If it's annoying, I have to say bish."
Ramis is putting his hands on his hips and swelling his cheeks. You've been a tough hit on Michelle lately. Do you think they'll take me with them all the time?
I don't even think it's annoying, so I'm glad you two are getting along a little bit better though.
"I don't know. Because I know Michelle is not a bad girl. But Hackon is ours. I won't give it to you."
In spite of this, if you say that, the body of the machine is about to jump. I wonder what you're mistaken for being such a body when you just care about me as a friend and partner who is a vending machine.
"Uh, was it today? The hunters who belong to the Lake Hierarchy of the Fresh Current are coming. We can't all participate in the crusade yet because it's not in the best shape, so we'll expect a little bit."
"Welcome"
It was today, for sure. You belong... Speaking of which, apart from hunter associations in the outside world, you may choose a new hunter association within the dungeon.
This will benefit both the association and the hunter, and it will be possible to request this job as a matter of priority if there are any troubled cases as a hunter's association in each tier.
On the hunter side, various privileges are granted, such as better accommodation from the hunter association of that hierarchy, the provision of useful information and cheaper transfer formations when moving from another hierarchy to the one to which they belong.
For this reason, it is said that hunter associations in each hierarchy solicit and hold outstanding hunters is one of the fine tasks. By the way, Ramis belongs to the Hunter Association of the Lake Hierarchy of the Clean Stream, and actually, I suppose I belong as well.
I don't know why that happened, but the one thing that fell into the maze hierarchy and was picked up by the Big Eaters can be a hang-up. If you belong as a hunter properly, it seems easy to deal with similar problems when they occur, so it became the first hunter as a magic prop.
Chairman Bear leaked the truth to me, "I'd appreciate it if I had Hackon on hand here, too," he said. It's no exaggeration to say that in one word I've decided to be a hunter.
"I wonder who's coming. A famous hunter in the fresh stream hierarchy. Um, I don't really interact with hunters, so I'm not sure."
I think I can expect Chairman Bear because he was breathing when he brought in a hunter with awesome arms, but when he defeated the King Frog Demon, no hunter made that noticeable move. The Fool's Bizarre Regiment was the best, wasn't it?
"Whoa, it's been a while, Ramis, Hackon. How are you?"
"Breath disaster."
That's Carios and Golls from the gatekeepers. As always, what brilliant skinheads and expression-free specialty gatekeepers combine here.
"That, why are you two in the mourning hierarchy of the dead?
"Didn't Chairman Bear tell you? I'm going to join the crusade. Me and Golls."
"Nice to meet you"
Oh, I see. Two arms would be the natural choice, it was a blind spot.
"It's been a while. Mr. Hackon."
"How are you? Do you want to celebrate the reunion and buy water and soup? Let's get the numbers together today."
That's why two of the regular four people, the old couple, are here early in the morning. Plus, your outfit is totally different from your usual personal clothes.
They both wear clothes that are slightly different in design but only look like kimonos. Did Grandpa say he was dressed just to tighten his belt on his kimono, and he did say he was dressed? It is a blue fabric, but the lining is bright red, and the good looks live together in the tannins.
There seem to be many fans stabbed in the belt, but I don't own anything that looks like a weapon.
My grandmother is in possession of a wand that is as shiny as the paint she has on her hands all the time. The outfit is a black belt on a blue dyed kimono, but the foot is a black boot and he also wears a Kendo cage-handed protective gear on his arm.
To two people too different from their usual outfits, honestly, I'm only uncomfortable.
But is there also a Japanese costume in this world? I can't tell if there were Japanese transferees besides me, or if there happened to be a country with a similar culture to Japan back in the day and the outfit was just similar.
"Oh, it's been a while. Mr. Rummis to Mr. Hackon. Oh well, to Senior Shimelai, to Senior Yumite."
"Oh, my God, you're in."
"Oh, Hoxy. How are you?"
The new appearance was of the orphanage gardener dressed like a ni monk. I already carry a big black painted bow and an arrow barrel.
I was surprised that I knew the old couple better than the question why they were in this hierarchy. The three of them are flowering in the chat as they rush over.
"Hmm, looks like we have all the members."
It was also Chairman Bear who was added to this occasion. So, if I'm not mistaken, you said you had all the members. What, a crusader in the fresh stream hierarchy is such a prick!
What? Huh? Yep, yep, yep, yep!?
"Chairman, could it be that an awesome hunter is about the gardeners?
"Oh, guys, we used to be side by side as hunters together. I guarantee my arm. I know Ramis and Hackon already look familiar, but let me introduce them to this member again. First we leave the gatekeepers in the fresh stream hierarchy, two Carios and Golls."
"Well, it seems odd to say so, but it's nice to meet you."
"Say hello."
I know their strengths well, so I can say the right people. But the problem is...
"And I'm Yumite to Shimelai, who used to work with me"
"It's been a long time on the battlefield, but I'm relieved, yes. What if I show you the difference between the years?"
"Grandpa, if you slapped me so loud, I wouldn't know if you'd be ashamed of me later."
A grandmother who serves her confident grandfather. Now, for the first time, you know the name of the old couple. Is Grandpa Shimelai and Grandma Yumite?
Chairman Bear thought he wasn't young because he had a slight wrinkle in his mouth and it was loose, but maybe he's actually the same age as the old couple.
"At the end of the day, you're a hoxy who's now the orphanage gardener. He is also the master of Shui's bow, who belongs to the Fool's Odd Regiment"
"Mr. Rummis, Mr. Hackon, thank you very much for your help then. Thank you for your continued support."
Nico and I have a soft grin, but don't let that face fool you. I know that strength to some extent in that one case. If you don't actually see it but believe what Shui says, you won't have to worry about it.
Chairman Bear has tattooed me, so I don't think there's any doubt about his strength. But your average age has risen all at once.
I worry about my strength, even if my arms are certain. Besides, it used to be amazing, but there must be decay due to aging. Still, Chairman Bear is putting his trust in you, so you'll be fine. I'm sure.
"Grandpa or grandson's souvenir. What do you want?"
"Ugh, I only sell skeleton dolls in this hierarchy or something."
"Looks like Shui took care of you, thank you both. Already, if I were that kid, I'd always be impotent and not bothered? Oh, yes, my children, to Mr. Ramis and Mr. Hackon again -"
Rummis is confused about what to do with the gardener who can't stop chatting. The old couple are looking for souvenirs at my pace... so, you're okay, really.