Leaving the country of falling-about the fact that he was the 4th granting surgeon in the world-

A few days later, he came to say hello to the inn, as the matter of disposition seemed to have been passed on to Mr. Dan.

"Thank you from now on, Clanmaster!

"What, Mr. Dan, what's wrong?

Dan, who had brother skin, is in a discipleship state for some reason...

"Well, even I, the boulder, would be careful with my immediate boss... I'll use it"

"No, nothing... I don't give a shit, so please do as I always do"

"... oh, okay. Thanks."

Is that it?

I knew you had a bad tooth cut, huh?

"Thank you so much for sheltering me. That... that's bad. Work hard, use it as much as you can."

Oh, well, you even passed on the contents of the plea.

A good old Osama is lit up with a bright red face.

I'm not your wife, so I don't need Osama's illuminated face...

Remind me of the contents of the plea and I'll be embarrassed.

"If there's anything else Dan wants to do, it's fine in the form of belonging to a clan just by name. I was going to ask you to develop a distribution, but I'm not willing to force you..."

"No, let me help you. What exactly am I supposed to do? Take the new slave you bought and dive into the labyrinth?

"I need you to help me level the maids in King's Landing right now."

Good thing Mr. Dan took it on!

"You can increase your Attack by as much as you want with your Enchant gear… Low levels make it useless in action because your defenses are weak and you have no tolerance for pain."

It also incorporates mock warfare, but that alone really has its limits.

I wrote to Elsa confirming that all the maids had accepted the leveling... so I was looking for an experienced adventurer who could take command of them.

"Please take them to the labyrinth slime room and slime leveling. That's the way I was delivering Slime's Demon Stone in bulk."

"With Enchanted Gear and increased Attack, defeating a monster that doesn't deserve a minute increases the level significantly."

"Yes."

"I think I've gotten a lot stronger on the tropical floor, too, and it'll work. It's too dangerous..."

"You're Dan for that, aren't you? If the maids are about to be killed, please help them. I have three maids who are somewhat leveled, so I think we should use them as supporters."

"Hmm... Got it! It's too dangerous to take them to the top, so I'll split them into groups and do it in order."

Dan took on the training of the maids, so the three of us, including him, quickly went to the commercial guild to find a clanhouse.

Is it telling the story of Purgatory? When we enter the Alliance, the staff will be sent to the lavish reception room...

Picking the tea and cookies served, chatting for a while...... Gilmouth, a commercial guild, came in, face-to-face during the Lawrence Chamber of Commerce.

"Thank you so much for this one. If Lord Zink hadn't captured the other side of Purgatory, we would still be being sucked into information."

Master Guild entertains us cordially, sweating cold with a blue-white face.

Mr. Dan looks sorry for his eyes, too, and looks at him.

The Duke of Vonker told me that... I was the one who got fired, but the executives of the commercial guild caught my eye on this one.

So now they're doing their best to be sincere guild so they don't look for coarse.

"Actually, when things settle down, I was going to start a new clan… I'm looking for a clan house to use then"

"I see. Congratulations on launching the clan!

"Thank you....... I also plan to combine the residences of my clan members, so I'm hoping for a place with lots of rooms...... any listings that look good?

There are possibilities for more members in the future, and the biggest properties possible are good......

"Then how about the aristocratic mansion that is now ruling this city?

If you ask me in detail, although they put it up for sale on this one... it seems the price is too high for a buyer.

The Duke of Vonker is not close to that nobleman, so... he refuses to buy it and says he's building a new mansion.

Probably putting a chase on enemies defeated in politics, even in economic terms.

"Originally, 40 white gold coins is a luxury mansion to be sold... so no matter what you think, you can't buy it, so the value of up to 20 white gold coins has fallen."

Half price......

"Master, what do you want to do?

"Right......"

Twenty pieces of white gold is not an amount that hurts but cannot be given out.

I think the aristocratic mansion would be large enough...

"If I buy it... is there any chance of trouble with that nobleman?

"No...... I don't think so, because your position has become quite weak in this case."

Hmm... then I guess I'll buy it.

"I'll buy the mansion if you let me have the money to renovate the room."

After removing the extra ornaments, it would be a comfortable cranhouse if you separated some of the large rooms in vain.