Legend

0023 words

Guild of Adventurers in the City of Guild. Lenora, who is also the receptionist, looks at the paperwork given to her by her boss in depression with her ponytail hair tip twisted.

The paperwork contained various and complex texts, but in summary:

-Keep an eye out for an adventurer named Ray.

-If the adventurer has had a rub with the aristocrat, report it immediately to his supervisor.

· Report the adventurer to your manager immediately if he or she is involved with another adventurer as well.

"Ha..."

I sigh unexpectedly looking at the paperwork.

Fortunately, it's almost time for the noon bell, so there are few adventurers inside the Alliance. About a few people are having a little early lunch even if they are.

"What's the matter, spit out such a sigh"

My colleague next to Lenora asks me wondering. It's Kenny, the cat beast. It stretches as if to show off supple limbs, which are also the hallmark of the cat clan, but makes Lenora lightly jealous that it feels a complex to her unnecessarily small breasts.

"Here it is. Here it is."

Try to distract me from my big chest and give me the paperwork I had.

I guess Kenny was free to have no one adventurer to deal with before noon either. I look at the paperwork without any particular hesitation.

"Um, what?... Hey, what do you mean by this?

At first it was Kenny who was reading the paperwork out of curiosity, but his cheeks cramped as he proceeded to read the text.

As you can see.

"But the guild won't intervene in the struggle between the basic adventurers, will it? And I can't believe you're reporting anything right now."

"That too, but look at the final seal of judgment."

Turning his gaze to Lenora's words to the seal of decision being pressed at the end of the document, Kenny stops moving for a moment. After a few seconds or so, I finally open my mouth.

"Hey, this isn't the Guildmaster's seal of decision!

"That's right."

Alliance Master's seal of decision. This means that the order in this document was ordered by the Alliance Master.

"What did you do?

"I didn't do anything!

Lenora returns in a strong tone to Kenny, who has inadvertently seen herself with a suspicious look.

"Because if you haven't done anything, why are you under the direct orders of the Alliance Master? I mean, what does this Ray have to do with adventurers?

There's nothing special about it.

"Then why do you have orders like this?

"Because that Ray was an adventurer, he talked to me when he signed up for the guild. Bring it to me when you get a subsequent request."

"Isn't that what that Ray is after you?

Lenora shakes her head lightly at Kenny's words.

But what Kenny is saying is never wrong. Somehow it is the face of the guild when it comes to the receptionist of the guild. Naturally, those who employ the receptionist will also choose the appropriate beauty, and as a result, when it comes to the receptionist of the Adventurer Guild, the adventurers admire, the flowers of the high ridge, the person they want to be their lover, and the person they want to spend the night with because they want to.

I wanted to say that Ray was also dictating Lenora in that sense, but as Lenora, who was in immediate contact with Ray, I didn't feel like I was dictating.

If you play receptionist in your guild, nature and the adventurers will dictate to you more often. No, you could call it a daily tea meal. The Alliance also has space in the tavern, so every year a few people get drunk and ask Lenora and the others to take their chances. … but that kind of presence goes straight to the cell where it is in the guild for interfering with the guild's business. The next day I will be paying a fine for obstructing my business and crying a lot of money.

"That's not a good idea. That's Ray in the first place on this paperwork. Look, I rubbed it with eagle claws."

Kenny identifies Ray lightly in Lenora's words. It's not so uncommon to be a touchy adventurer involved in those who come to register for the guild. But, yes, it's normal for you to use the pee on them. That would create an upward and downward relationship with the adventurers that have been involved and would be used in a variety of ways. However, it cannot be said that it is generally bad because chores are mainly ordered to be used in this case, thereby also gaining experience as an adventurer. That's why even the Alliance is half silent.

But that tangled adventurer. Moreover, even Lenora had never heard of Rank D adventurers who had only gained the experience of being seen as serving, selling fights to their opponents in reverse, winning yet and taking away money and weapons.

Of course, some people are quite bloody because they aspire to be adventurers, and such people sometimes sell fights to their opponents who have been tangled up like Ray. But combat experience is overwhelmingly different between those who have gained experience as adventurers and those who have become adventurers. That's why Ray-like beings were strongly impressed.

"That kid... I'm talking about Taming Griffon, and even if he's an Alliance Master, he's a newcomer to expectations."

Kenny thinks of Ray in the back of his brain. The robe was wrapped around it and the figure with the giant sickle was unremarkable, so I was able to recall what kind of person he was without any difficulty.

Most of all, I couldn't clearly recall the appearance of the sickle because of its obscene gear.

"But could the Alliance Master treat you so special just because you're an expecting newbie?

"Um, what's the strength of a kid named Ray?

"There are still two requests received. Goblin and Soldier Ant crusade. Goblins have nearly 10 crusade proof sites. Soldier Ant has submitted over 30 crusade proof sites."

"... Really?

"True"

Anyway, Goblin would have a hard time defeating 30 Soldier Ants with a solo that doesn't even party, even in grades C and D. It's not something you can do for a run out that you've just signed up for an Alliance for at least.

"... oh well. I'm taking Griffon, can you do that?"

"I think that being able to follow that griffon is a sign of her strength."

"So in the end, that Ray is the newcomer you expect...... on the contrary, isn't the Alliance Master blindfolded because he can already count properly as a force of war?

"Well, maybe that line is the best"

"'Cause she's definitely only 15, isn't she? At that age, with that strength, you'll be able to target S-Class in the future."

Guild Rank S Rating. Those are the outsiders who have only three people in the world. Maybe even to Ray, who told me to be careful, would be such a thing. When I thought so, it was Lenora who felt something zochy inside her body.

"So, Ray at its heart, you're not here today? I don't even remember seeing it in the morning."

Am I remembering the adventurers individually among the morning crowds in places like Receptionist, the face of the Adventurer Guild?

"I just got a crusade request for two days in a row, so you're off today, aren't you?

"Well, that too. More than 30 Soldier Ants."

"I mean, why are you calling me Ray all of a sudden?

"'Cause if you're sure you're going to be up there in the future, I don't want you to be close. Older wives are good, too, huh? And you see, I have a body that men like."

Kenny emphasises that rich breast with his arms while sayin 'so well.

To that appearance, Lenora has a thin grin on her mouth as she puts blood vessels on Pickle and Comet.

"Sure, Kenny might be, but that's not necessarily what's over there, is it? And by and large, I still have G-rank, even though I say how talented I am. Even if you get promoted to S-rank, it will still take, and I'm sure Kenny will be a fine late goer by then."

To Lenora's words, now Kenny picks.

"Oh, I wonder if a child with a poor body is poor in thought."

"... Kenny, are you fighting and selling?

"That must be Lenora, right?

One touch instant. It was exactly two people in that state, but at the next moment the sound of a bell announcing the day echoes around them.

The other guild staff and receptionists, who saw the two in shape again, are also leaving the counter to grab a quick lunch.

Only those who were unluckily left on day duty, and Lenora and Kenny, who are staring at the pride of a woman, were left behind.

Friendly enough to fight, inbred hatred, class calls friends. There are many similar words, but Lenora and Kenny were exactly the kind of two that symbolized it.

Thus, the guild's routine, which cannot be called peace but is not dangerous, passes.

"Is this the potion?"

When the battle of the unbenevolent woman was going on in the guild, Ray was sitting on his bed in the inn room looking at the beaker he had in his hand. Blue liquid was shaking inside the beaker.

Outside, the blue sky is spreading, and the sun is still pouring down the sun. It's just fine weather in the summer, but Ray wasn't asked to crusade in the guild today.

The purpose is to find out what materials can be removed from yesterday's Goblin rare species and yesterday's Queen Ant. For this reason, I went to a bookstore that I had been to before in the morning and paid for several books in gold and bought them. And it was the tool shop that caught my eye on my way out of the bookstore and back to the inn. In addition to classic things such as potions to restore health and mana potions to restore magic, medicines to restore abnormalities such as poisoning and antiparalytics, and traps like tigers were sold inside. I wasn't that interested because of the dragon robes in terms of weapons, death sizes and protective equipment, but the potions were hardly in the mysteries, so I somehow went into the store and bought several types of potions.

Note that the simple reason why there was no potion in the mysteries is that the potions have developed since the zeppaels disappeared. Once Takum, familiar with the game, tried to develop the area, but in the end it was a rare product even if it was there at the time because while Takum was alive, it was not at a price that ordinary people and the nobles around it could get their hands on.

"I don't care if you drink or hang up."

Ray squeaks as he sees the blue liquid.

The owner of the tool shop told me that the potion was extremely easy to use and that there were two ways to drink it or hang it on the wound.

As an effect, drinking is more effective than drinking is overwhelming. First, the effect on the entire flesh, not just where the injury occurred, and to some extent the healing effect persists. And a little, but it also adds up to recovering health. Compared to that, the wound on the spot where the potion was hung recovers, but that's it. There are no additional effects such as sustained healing or physical recovery.

However, there is still a general spread of means in this world of basically hanging on wounds, and unlimited numbers of people take the means of drinking. For some reason. It's simply because the potion tastes so bad.

"Eh, sure, I'd hate to drink this if I could."

The next moment I licked just one drop of potion in my finger, trying to confirm what my tool shop master told me, I frown and squeal at its creepiness.

The flavour can also be described as a flavour that concentrated to the extreme the green juice that I tried to drink in an intriguing way when I was in Japan.

"Surely you should hang up even if it's somewhat ineffective enough to drink this during the fight"

No matter how effective it is, the act of drinking only seems like a suicide to Ray, given the possibility that combat action will be impossible beyond its creepiness.

Also, there are hobbyists in the world who like potions and drink them... but it won't be believable to Ray.

I bought a few potions and stored them in mysteries because of the risk of not having the means to recover in battle.

Why don't we just equip ourselves with accessories that have a constant healing effect like we gave them to Seto later? I also thought that when it turns out that there were no accessories with a healing effect on the list floating in the back of my brain, I end up with Ray's or Joy.

After that, Ray's holiday passes as he reads the books he has bought at the bookstore, studying about Queen Ant materials and typical monsters.