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

There is always trouble, big and small, in the days that seem to pass peacefully and peacefully.

That's one of those things that happened this time.

I was in the center guild now.

Alone.

Marika, I thought we should bring her along, but she's weighty, and I decided to pay her a visit alone because of the kids.

What can I do for you...

It was a sympathy.

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"What happened to Erica's guy? Haven't you come?

"My mother-in-law tells me, 'If you're going to die, go ahead and die wild.'"

"Still tough."

The center guild board chairman lying in bed seemed to shrink a bit more than he usually did when he saw him without a heart.

He's my wife Marika's mother, Erica's father.

Will it be between me and my granddaughter's son-in-law? Far away.

Still, in view of each other's social position, this is how we are forced to come to visit.

"All of a sudden I heard you were 'down'. I was surprised. My father-in-law was trying to peek..."

"No, you're not enough alone."

The president shall get his upper body out of bed.

The operation even seemed difficult.

"If you're just worried about visiting, I'm sick of coming. I don't want that kind of courtesy anymore. I only want customers who really make sense. I don't have much time left. I don't want to be wasted."

"Not again...!?"

This man has been reigning at the top of the center guild for decades now and has held the overall command of mankind.

He's a monster.

But that would be spending so much time in the power struggle, and there would be considerable rattling on the body as well.

I'm old enough to have a great-grandson anymore.

He looks like a complete old man, and his hair is completely bright white.

It would be enough to fall ill at the turn of the season and fall asleep without self-recovery.

"When this happens, it hurts that I'm old. When I was younger, even if I had a high fever, I stayed at meetings, and I spent the whole day spitting and arguing."

"That's annoying...!?"

"Nowadays, this body is just a little out of its mind and catching a cold, too, and I can't move at all. It turns out this is not the same thing. The rest of the board will look at the decaying eagle and keep it small."

"That's not..."

"Everyone is worried," he said, trying to say.

This man himself knows best that in a place of power struggle that is in a way tougher than in action, there is no point in caring.

"The eagle also remained at the apex of power for a long time. Everyone is tired of being under the eagle, and they are the ones who set out to take the next seat. This time the eagle has fallen, it means it has a great chance."

"Don't you care too much? I just collapsed with a cold and...?

Why don't you just rest a little and cure the cold?

That's what I was trying to encourage.

"Badly, my term as director of the Center Alliance is about to expire. I usually re-elect the board of directors without a thing, but this time it's not about this body. I can't get re-elected for health reasons, and I'm getting eyes."

Old even if not.

The view that the director's duties were intolerable would not have followed, but this time the sick bed would have been in the process of reinforcing those opinions.

"I'm not human resources with you. Do you have any idea whose fault you've been able to do whatever you want?

"I can't say anything back."

In fact, I cannot say very much that none of this President's support has been forthcoming behind the fact that I have been running and developing the village of Lax.

All Adventurers Guild in the human realm, the greatest president of the Center Guild at its apex.

'There is no hand in not using its influence', so I have expanded the route of sales of Mithril products behind my daughter-in-law's grandfather, the president of the board, bringing many people into the village.

I stopped hearing the brave man about me again because the president gives me a glance.

If that president leaves the power table stage, even me and Lax Village will have to be affected.

"Are you saying you should give it back?

"I don't want anything so special. Still, I wanted you to see me. Because with you, we can talk about what's going to happen, not the social code that floats our teeth when the rest of us do it."

That's right, President, do you think carefully about what lies ahead, even if it is in the hospital bed?

Indeed, the village of Lax has grown even bigger over five years.

Should we keep our hands here so that we can continue to develop even after the Council President has left….

"The best thing to do is to get the board president well soon and keep bullshitting the center guild......"

"If I could do that, I wouldn't have a hard time. I don't need bad consolation. Just give me a realistic plan."

Give it to me...

You look good enough, don't you?

Stay at the top of your power until you die at that rate?

"Well, let me just think about it, but it's bad, so let's come up with a plan from the eagle."

"Yes, sir?

"The best thing is to make a good cauldron. One seat on the center guild board is vacant as a result of the retirement of the eagle. A new director has to come in."

Well, yes.

"Put in an authentic successor to the eagle. Those who inherit what the eagle has piled up so far, the idea of eagle, everything, in that way the changes that will occur will be minimal. Whether or not you are the owner of an arm that is extremely close to the body responsible for the rest of the eagle."

"Isn't that the problem?"

Looks like this, Mr President, super doer who has been president of the board for decades.

I can't keep sitting at the apex without the political skill of the bakemono class.

If the same strength is required as its successor, it would be a fairly tough candidate.

"Do you have a star?

"There's one."

That's handy.

Who the hell is that?

"You."

"Huh?

"So I'm glad you came to see me. You now have great power against the backdrop of the village of Lax, for which Mizu is the village chief. Manufacture and sell Mithril products, and the financial resources gained from them are no longer among the best in the world..."

I'm not going to be making that much guts.

And you're making money from Mithril only for the development of the village, and the profits are disappearing from right to left, right?

"As the son of Aranzil, the great brave man, he himself had no arms. Plus, I'm here because I'm smart. If you let this officially inherit the power of the eagle, the ghost will call you Gold Bar."

"Hey, wait a minute......!

I rush to stop the weir where I'm likely to be put on the stream at risk.

"Are you telling me to be a center guild director? You want me to run for re-election? I don't like it!"

"I'll be clear."

I can only assure the opponent of this hand of my clarity.

If you cloud your words with the backwardness of rejection, you don't know how they can conveniently be interpreted by taking a word butt.

"All I want is to develop the village of Lax, that's all. I have no ambition for the center."

I want to live quietly and peacefully.

Just that.

"I don't like the Lax Village operation at its heart being neglected on account of that, and I will resolutely decline it. I'm guessing the successors deserve more, don't they?

Center Guild Chairman under heaven, to say the least.

There must be a lot of elephants sneaking up on that power.

I can't tell you about humans either...

There's gonna be two of those potential guys in there, right?

"I wish it was that convenient..."

Mr President suddenly got some obstinate tone.

What the hell is that?

It was then.

Something went wrong.

"Please wait! The president told me not to let anyone in right now during a meeting with a valued customer......!!"

voice of a hasty appearance.

The chairman of the board sleeps in his own room, where he usually wakes up.

There are some signs of rubbing together from across that door.

"That voice... is that the butler who led me this far?

'Please wait! Wait!' That voice you're saying.

"It doesn't panic him that far. This is the only time my stupid son's got a good eye."

As much as I lost it, the door opened with a van, and it was a man with a stern look who came into the room.

Older than me, maybe in my fifties?

I smelled further trouble with the man's appearance......