Legend

Two days after asking the Alliance for material stripping, Ray's appearance, as usual, was inside the Alliance. However, it is still early in the morning, rather than during the usual hours of dislike of the crowd.

Finished Elaine's escort request and put the day to rest. I bought all the consumed items, etc. in another day and came to the guild ready...

"Bad luck or what"

Ray himself thinks of crusading as the main type of request that only the early winners have received and few other adventurers have left.

Rank A or B objects, even if requested by the remaining crusading system. Or only the constantly requested goblins.

If Ray was partying, he could have gotten a B-rank request, but Rabbit and Ray are solo adventurers. In other words, it is up to C-rank.

I knew you'd want your rank up early.

Ray looks at the requisition board whining inside.

Ranks D to F are a kind of volume zone, and a large number of people are registered. And for that reason, I have to beat that number of people to get a request near Rank D... but for Ray, who is a solo, that area was also the most difficult.

That's not why there are unrelated requests like when we raided the Oak settlement, or requests for nominations like when Elaine was there.

(When that happens...... should I be able to use my newly acquired skills with Seto after receiving even a constant request for a goblin or something? If you're lucky, you might be able to run into a monster you haven't met yet)

Even so, I tried to turn my attention to the board where the request for a constant request was affixed... and one request came into my eyes.

It is a requisition sticking out on the Rank C requisition board and the reward is one gold coin and five silver coins. That's a pretty expensive request, considering the price of the city of Gilm, which is the border. I hadn't had any trouble with the gold itself, Ray, but for some reason I get my eye on it and go ahead and read the request.

As for the request, escort. However, in order to travel relatively far away, there is also the possibility of fighting against bandits and monsters that do not exist around here. Also, the client has the cost of food during the escort period. The period of detention as an escort is around 10 days. The reward is a daily item, calculated to be one white gold coin and five gold coins if detained for 10 days. There are 5 recruits.

"I think it's a pretty good reward request... why is it still there?

The reward amount is expensive as a Rank C request, and the escort means that if there are no monsters or bandits to raid, they will just go away.

Sure, it seems too easy a request as Rank C, but on the contrary, I don't see why it's still there under all these favorable conditions. Watching the request like that, I feel someone standing next to me and I turn my gaze towards you.

There was a middle-aged woman in her mid-30s. When I said aunt, I was a warrior with a little bit of an appearance. Are you in the mood for lightness or are you basically wearing some metal partial armor on a leather armor made of some kind of monster skin for a few places.

The woman must have noticed Ray's gaze, too. Turn the gaze you were looking at the requisition to Ray.

"Hmm? What's going on, kid? What can I do for you?

I don't think it came out of the woman's mouth, Ray was distracted by that unexpected word for a few seconds, but he just shook his head and looked at the request again.

"What? Is the boy willing to take this request? I mean, the ranks are fine...... no, a child-faced adventurer in a robe. You're a pretty rumored guy right now, aren't you, Ray? He said he was taking Griffon."

"Right. I don't know if it's rumored, but he's definitely an adventurer with a griffon."

"Heh... we've been away from the city of Gilm for a while. I just got back here a while ago, but still, I heard your story in a rumor as soon as I got into the city. Well, I can't help but say I can follow that griffon."

"Me... da?

"Hmm? Oh. I'm having another party with you. Look, I'm over there. Drink up."

That being said, what the woman showed was a 140cm or so man drinking in a liquor store co-located in the guild, even though it was still early in the morning. But I can't rely on the man to say he's less tall. Rather, if Ray and the man stood side by side, the 165cm Ray would look more unreliable. Whatever it is, its body is packed with muscles that you can see, and what stands on the table is a giant hammer with a pattern length of nearly 1 m. The head attached to the end of the pattern is made of black metal as if it were sucking in light, and it can be expected that even rays that cannot sense magic will be of some kind of magic metal. And above all, its jawbeard is characteristic. Shallow but gusty body, jawbeard stretched near chest, liquor lover, weapon hammer. When those four are aligned, Ray also realizes who the woman is saying is her partner.

"Dwarf."

"Correct. Something tells me he drinks all the time, but his skill as a warrior is considerable"

Pottori, a woman returns her words to Ray, who muttered.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet. I'm Fron. That drink gave me Brasso. He's a Rank C Party Crusher. Say hello."

Ray grins back at the hand offered.

"I seem to know, but it's Ray. Rank D Solo Adventurers"

"Oh, nice to meet you. So, this is my advice... a request Ray was watching. I think you should stop taking that."

Chirali, and Fron looking to the Rank C requisition board.

"Why? I think you were watching it earlier."

"That request is also quite powerful in this city of Gilm... right, he's like an arms dealer's compiler in the city of Gilm, plainly speaking. So naturally you have the right power. So far, you know what I mean?

Fron looks at Ray with a disgusting look on his face.

"I see, I mean a typical idiot aristocrat kind"

"It's worse quality than that. Anyway, the city of Gilm has few idiot aristocrats in its hands thanks to the excellence of its lord Uncle Larks Borderline. That's why his tyranny stands out."

"... it certainly sounds better not to take the request as far as listening to that story goes. Though the rewards seemed high."

"That's because the number of adventurers who know his personality and take requests is getting low. No matter how much he says he has power, it's only limited to the whole city of Gilm. If you step outside the city, the monsters and bandits that attack you won't have any effect on your power.... No, is it possible to kidnap a bandit for ransom? Well, if they really kidnapped you, they'd be more likely to ignore you just like that."

"In the first place, what is a person like that doing something like an armorer's gatherer? If you're such a loser, why don't you do something about it?

Naturally, that's what I told Fron all the time, but Fron shakes his head carelessly at the words.

"We've been tightening up weapons stores for generations. Plus, he's strong, but he's unloading weapons made of monster material to other cities to achieve results. The taxes you're paying are pretty good, and as long as you're achieving results, there's no real move to get rid of them."

"... another pain in the ass. Not an incompetent idiot nobleman, but a competent idiot nobleman."

"Don't be. You've been getting noticeable here lately, so there's a chance you'll be able to keep an eye on it. I suggest you don't take Volnter when he asks you to nominate him or something. Oh, by the way, it's the Azotto Chamber of Commerce whose name is on that request."

Hear Fron's explanation and turn your gaze to the requisition you were looking at earlier. There the client's name does become the Azot Chamber of Commerce.

"Okay. I'll be careful. Thanks for explaining."

"What, you don't have to worry because Ray is really a rumored adventurer who can help me when I get a difficult request or something.... Oh, I'd like to introduce Ray to that drunk if you don't mind?

Chirali, and Fron gazing at Dwarf's Brasso, who is drinking lavishly.

(I don't like alcohol that much... well, I don't have any particular requests I'd like to make. I'm also interested in what kind of guy is Dwarf)

Think for a few seconds and nod quickly.

"Oh, no problem. Anyway, I don't have any requests today. I wish I could have asked for a crusade."

"Ha ha. Is the crusade request the main reason as rumored? Well, we can't talk about people either."

"... wouldn't you be able to do a blacksmith or something with a dwarf?

Fron looks at Ray's words, which he asked unexpectedly, somewhere frightened.

"Um. Sure, you might imagine a blacksmith when it comes to Dwarves, but it doesn't mean all Dwarves are blacksmiths, does it? Or if all Dwarves were blacksmiths, how would they live in a Dwarf settlement or something? You want me to use a hammer to squeeze bread?

"... I see"

Ray is not convinced by Fron's explanation. Most of the comics and novels I read in Japan assumed that because I was a Dwarf = Blacksmith.

"So, I'm sorry, but don't talk about blacksmiths or anything in front of Brasso. Actually, he was originally looking for a blacksmith, but he didn't fit in."

I whispered softly in Ray's ear as I headed toward the tavern, and Ray nodded at it.

Note that the guild receptionist of the cat's sub-people watching it was murdered, but it was immediately suppressed by the receptionist of the ponytail who was next door.

"Hey, Brasso. You should start drinking in the morning. Come on. I'm going to ask for it..."

He gets to the same seat as Dwarf's Brasso and complains as Fron sighs.

But Brasso poured liquor from the smaller barrel to the glass, which was so close that it had nothing to do with it, that it was transported to his mouth.

"What are you talking about? For Dwarves, booze is like water you humans call it. Fron, can you stop drinking water when they tell you to?

"Don't be silly. Is there a reason for alcohol and water together? Damn, this drunk..."

It was a sighing fron again like a scratch, but in that word Brasso slaps the cup he had forcefully onto the table.

"Hey, Fron. You really think Noon's gonna get drunk with all this booze? I don't think you're too underestimating me."

"Uh, yes, yes. All right, all right. Even before I asked for it, it would be unusual at a time when I was drinking so much. I'm partying with you, and I want you to be me."

"Oh, I'm just thankful I'm working with a woman like you who doesn't even have a wife."

"Uh, here."

Unexpectedly, he lowers his back to the empty seat as he sighs at the two people who have begun to argue with Ray on the other hand.

Noticing such a ray, Brasso stops arguing with Fron and turns his gaze.

"Fron, what about this boy?

"I just got to know you. Look, you've heard a couple of rumors since you got back into town, haven't you? An adventurer who was rumored to be able to follow a griffon. That's him."

To Fron's words, Brasso turns an intriguing gaze to Ray.

That gaze toward Ray certainly did not feel anything like drunken-specific turbidity, as he had said.

"Well, you're the Griffon. … I do feel a less than normal atmosphere."

With that said, Brasso offers a glass lined with liquor to Ray.

"Look, drink first. We met. First of all, it was booze. That's what Dwarf is all about. Ha-ha-ha."

"Uh, I don't like alcohol that much..."

Turn your gaze toward Fron as you sigh into a cup made of pressed trees.

But Fron, who was gazed at by Ray, opens his mouth softly out of sight.

"Well, I'm sorry, but just hang out with him for a little while. Brasso's invitation to drink is proof I like it a lot."

Thus, the day will end up being accompanied by two liquor platters until after noon.

It was Lenora who eventually rescued Ray, and Fron and Brasso rolled out to the request after the liquor platter was finished.

At that time, Brasso didn't look like a drunken breeze, and at the same time, because he was accustomed to such a brasso, the two footsteps seemed solid, combined with Flon, who had barely been drinking even if it had been turned into a banquet.

... Ray was intoxicated as he was, and he wasn't close to asking for it.