Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

I had breakfast at home, and I went to work.

Today's job is to see how each facility in the village is doing, as declared.

Lax Village, which has grown commensurately over the last five years, so if you don't look around seriously, it can lead to a case.

So the first person I visited was the Adventurer Guild.

Maybe it can be called the beginning land for me.

The first time I came to Lax Village, I was an adventurer.

The guild itself has changed since then, becoming a much larger organization.

The Guild Branch, rebuilt last year, has three floors, making it an unbeatable luxury compared to neighboring city villages.

I opened the doors of such a luxurious building, and I went inside.

"Konchasu"

"Darriel! Nice to see you!

and the Alliance Master greeted me from Mizu.

He's also my uncle.

Therefore, I also had breakfast with him around the table earlier...

I'd love to do this, but it looks like you got out and dashed before me.

"You wouldn't have to do that..."

"That's not how it works. Now you are the greatest man who ever made the village of Lax flourish! I'm very proud to have someone like you as my son."

It's me.

If you and Marika hadn't welcomed me, I would have drowned wild here.

It's such a small payback to you.

"I think this guild has grown. Back in the day, it seemed a lie that Washi had taken over the village chief and Gilmouth and kept his home instead of his office."

It was. Hey, at first.

When the village was small, things were small and simple, so it was enough that your father-in-law was serving as village chief and adventurer guild master.

One of these days, as the village grew bigger and all sorts of duties became more complicated, I took over as village chief, and your stepfather began to focus on a single guild master.

He said he was an adventurer in his youth, so I guess that's more suited to his sexuality.

He is no longer sixty years old, surrounded by many grandchildren, yet still strong and working.

"Well, speak up for our adventurers, too. Speaking of village chiefs, they're admirable, so I'm sure they'll all be happy!

"Oh, no."

It's not me, it's just Osama for the up-and-coming adventurers.

What kind of role would a village chief be?

Do you mean there's just a case to bring?

"At least one of them will be happy, there you go."

Your father-in-law points ahead is no longer a successful veteran with plenty of piercing of the strong.

But that face was a familiar one that has been around since I came to Lax Village.

"... isn't that Aniki?!?"

He noticed what I was like, and a tenacious veteran adventurer came running over.

His name is Gacita.

He was the most powerful adventurer in the village of Lax with all his fame.

A long time ago he took the top floor of the adventurer, A, whose strength is unquestionably among the best in the world.

Those who can work with him one-on-one and win will no longer be.

"What do you want me to do?" The village chief's job is hard......!

"Compared to what you and your adventurers do, it's not."

Their quest is always next to danger.

"Or return to the adventurer!? If Aniki returns, we'll lose our jobs."

"No, no...!?"

I can't do the adventurer's job any more with the forty coming up.

My body is the capital.

"Gacita's the one. How's it going? How's the kid?

"Thanks to you! Aniki's wife distracts me and brings me something nutritious every day! It makes both mothers and children look healthy!

Gacita also consolidated herself over the past five years, married and had a family.

A girl was born last year, and it feels like he's got his own life full of sails.

Married opponents are retired class A adventurers, which makes their birth children feel a lump of talent.

"Then I'd have to work harder to make money. Gacita, what kind of quest are you doing today?

"Herb collection!

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Um, Mr. Gacita?

You're a grade-A adventurer, even if you tentatively are, so why don't you graduate from the collection quest?

"That's the other high-difficulty quest you need to hit, isn't it?

"No, no, no matter how great or strong you get, you can't if you forget your beginnings! My beginnings are packed in sampling quests! And a lesson to remember! That's why I'm going to be a regular collection quest man!

I think that feels fine...

A long time ago, Gacita stuck out that she didn't deserve it on Zako's quests, such as herb collection.

At the time, he was exactly a chunk of youthfulness and pride.

Shame on me like that, and forget how I used to feel when I took regular collection quests as a good idea to repeat the same mistakes again.

It's what made me a straight man.

"... Keh, I heard you're the strongest adventurer, so you can expect him to be what awesome he is...!

Hmm? What?

Boy, is that a busy voice?

"What kind of heckles and candles are you going to extract for a Chimatima collection quest? If I wanted to do that much sampling, I'd give it back a grade A, and even a grade D would do it, right?

If you look, among the adventurers garrisoned within the guild was a young adventurer who seemed busy for a time.

The guild in the village of Lax has also grown considerably, so the branch is always packed with two to thirty adventurers.

They've all gathered at the front door for the village chief's arrival, but the businessman is one of them.

"Oh, hey, okay, Gacita? They say it's ruinous.

"Six years ago, I'm right in front of you...!

Gacita rather sees the newcomers biting at each other unknowingly as merciful as a veteran probability.

"He's just too young to have a narrow perspective. Any time I don't like it, my eyes open. Until then, it would be the role of the senior adventurer to follow you so that you don't die at the very least, right?

I didn't know there was such a spare line coming out of Gacita's mouth...!?

Right. He's already number one in this guild, too, so he's in a position to get his thoughts around developing juniors and stuff!?

I used to do that to him again.

Tears are drawn to the fact that juniors are now changing their roles.

But busy newbie adventurers have no reason to know the emotions of such Osama's.

"Mostly he's a village chief. He pushes me every time. He thinks the Adventurer Alliance is under his control?

The spearhead of obsession is coming at me.

other adventurers nearby tell them to embarrass themselves.

"So, but that village chief used to be an adventurer, too, huh? I'm sure you'll come and see me in that relationship."

"Back in the day, you mean the retirers, right? Keh, you're not looking for adventurers in the middle of nowhere. If I quit on the way, I'd be dead. I'm not, because I'm risking my life to be an adventurer. If you can't be an A-level adventurer, I'm ready to die!

The eye-catching of a youthful, light-hearted line.

"That Osama would have been a little more of a fine adventurer if he'd been ready for even a tenth of me. What kind of village chief dropped out of his getaway occupation? That's not how he looks at the Hella Adventurer Alliance. It's ugly.... Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?"

A flying arrow attacked the busy boy.

And not one, dozens, no, hundreds.

I never shot through the boy himself, but I fly away from that thread and poke him in the back wall.

On the wall, I could do a line drawing of an arrow that captured the boy's silhouette straight away.

"... what are you talking about now?

Even the wolf sounds frightened and bottomless, murderous.

Gacita, who has become a Class A adventurer, can also be freaked out and incontinent by the voice alone by ordinary people anymore.

"It's still good to disparage me. Top of the Alliance, getting irresponsible slander is part of the job. But hey, I can't just forgive you for insulting Aniki! Expose yourselves to death with regret. Ahhh!!"

"Whoa, whoa!! Wait, Gacita, calm down!!"

I'll stop in a hurry.

I also wanted my father-in-law, the guild master, to help me, but he didn't move by saying, 'Naturally, it's to take control of the ramblings against the village chief'.

Gacita, who became a Class A adventurer, was able to condense the stinging (sudden) aura to create an impromptu arrow with it alone.

Thanks to this, it is possible to rain an arrow of beatings for an infinite number of hours with a residual shell.

The busty boy, who continued to be driven all day by the rain of that arrow, escaped his guild that night and said he had returned to his homeland.