Legend

I rely on the map Lenora gave me to go along the city of Gilm, Ray. Basically, if you're in a neighborhood around the guild where the so-called adventurers gather, you can walk well to Ray, so you won't get lost, but what Ray is currently going on is a painting where wealthy people like the big merchants, the rich, or the aristocrats live. You could call it a kind of aristocratic city.

"With that said, was this your first time in the area?"

Ray whines as he walks all over the city on the street of the map he was given.

That's what it should be called an aristocratic neighborhood, cobblestones are laid, unlike roads elsewhere where the soil is peeled out, and little of the garbage has fallen. Occasionally we also find the kind of garbage that is dumped on the ground, but with regard to that garbage it is gathered around by those who would be specially employed.

Also on both sides of the aisle, not covered by cobblestones, were planted the kind of street trees, considering the landscape, which in that respect was completely different from the area around the guild, which could be described as solid in quality.

There were several soldiers standing in front of each house as gatekeepers. Or the private soldiers of nobles and merchants may be looking around instead of guards.

(... wouldn't you be more secure than Larks Border Uncle's mansion if you did poorly?

Ray whines inside as he sees the private soldiers looking around in a group.

But that is not what is being done without meaning. Anyway, it's the border that has this city of guilds, and the number of adventurers. And if the number of adventurers increases, nature and some of them are of poor quality. It is not frequent, but it is not uncommon, for such people to form a party and drop themselves into banditry. It was no strange story that wealthy people would work together to hire private soldiers to counter such people.

It was not such a bad story that it was not necessary to turn the guards or knights in their own hands on the security of the aristocratic district, even if it was a dusker ruling the city of Gilm, so it was implicitly understood that private soldiers would do so when it came to the security of the aristocratic district.

And dressed in a robe in such a place, there was no reason not to draw attention because Ray, who seemed obviously an adventurer, stepped in.

"Boy, what can I do for you here?

The first person to speak up was a man in his 20s dressed in moveable green dyed leather armor. There is a long sword hanging on its hips, and is he in his late 20s or so?

There are also a few men behind the man who came to speak, all wearing the same green dyed leather armor as the man.

It must be a sign that the nobles, or the rich, the men are hired are the same person.

Show those men the map that Lenora gave them.

"I was summoned to the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, and if you know where this map is, I want you to let me know"

It must have been the opposite of what I demanded in grandeur that I let my guard down against the men. If we had some kind of plan to scout and see what happened, we might have thought we'd run away or panic.

"Is this... Mr. Volnter's mansion? Then go straight down this road and you'll see it on your right. The roof of the mansion is stained with gold, so you can see it at a glance."

"... golden?

Ray asks back unintentionally to the man's words.

A few mansions can be seen from where they are now, but most of them are roofs of calm colour. Golden in there? And I wondered.

I guess I could understand the inside of Ray like that. The man also nods with a bitter smile.

"Well, that's it. If you're rich, you're not the same as us."

"... I see"

Even as I strike a match for the man's words, I nod as though I never agreed.

Was that reaction what the man expected, too, when he strokes Ray's head covered in robes with gasp?

"Make up your mind to say so. Well, anyway, if we go straight down this road, we'll get to the kid's destination. Then we'll go because we have a lookout, but don't make a scene here. 'Cause there's no doubt it's gonna stink."

He gently waves off the back of the man who leaves, then exhales one sigh and goes down the road as the man taught him.

"... it's certainly an aristocratic city"

Built on either side of the road are all splendid buildings, most of which are larger than the wheat pavilion at dusk where Ray is staying. Even in the mansion where it is built, you can see that the more you go back, the more money you hang. For example, there is some pattern engraved on the wall of the mansion on which Ray now passes, but it is said that there are more detailed patterns engraved on the walls of the building that are built in the back than that building, even if they are similar.

And about 20 minutes of walking that way. The mansion was built in a place in the aristocracy that would either be behind it.

"Gold...... right"

Ray accidentally leaks words when he sees the roof of that mansion.

The mansion with its extra gold-dyed roof was remarkable, just because the mansion built around it was either a calm setting. However, the only way it stood out was if it stood out in a bad way.

And in front of the gate that leads to the mansion, like the rest of the mansion, the gatekeeper stands with a spear.

(Well, I can't help but watch here. We're gonna have to go after all, so you should run errands early.)

He groans inside and walks towards the gate.

Then eventually you noticed Ray even over there, throwing a frigid gaze at Ray as he approached us.

With each other's gaze on each other, the distance eventually approaches... Ray's legs stop in front of the gatekeepers.

"This is the meeting of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, at the Mansion of Bornter, no doubt?

"... yeah, but what can I do for a kid like you? Master Volnter is busy. I don't have time to be like you."

When the man standing on the right side of the gate tells him so, the man standing on the left side of the gate to respond also opens his mouth.

"At your age, it's harder to do it as a big adventurer, so you came to the Azot Chamber of Commerce to hire me, or something like that, right? But the Azotto Chamber of Commerce is a place where more elites gather. The gates aren't big enough to hire kids like you."

That, to say much, was Ray, who pulled his cheeks picky and cramped into too many words, but still opens his mouth just for once.

"I got a call from a meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, is that your attitude toward the guests?

"Ah? A little hungry guy like you gets summoned by Mr. Volnter? You can't laugh if you're joking."

A man wearing metal armor standing on the right side of the gate turns to Ray with the tip of the spear he had as he said in a grumpy manner.

On the left, this one also wears metal armor, while tongue-in-cheek at his partner's sudden behavior, opens his mouth as he similarly points the spear's tip toward Ray.

"... Sure, this guy's overdone, but I'm sorry, but it's our job to get rid of guys like you too. Anyway, the Azotto Chamber of Commerce is a pretty big one in the city of Guild, and it's got a deal on weapons. You can't let a suspicious guy through. Will you go home, please?

"Hey, Sancant. You're too kind. Every time I tell the guys in this hand, these guys will sneak into the area as soon as this one shows a gap. You don't have to bother being nice."

"Fader, you're too noisy. You've been making a lot of noise with someone who's been looking for a job just like this one before, right? You're on your own to make a scene, but at least do it where you don't get me involved."

When a man called Sancant tells his opponent so, Fader stares at Ray with a sinister eye after tongue-in-cheek to be heard around him.

"Look, hungry ghost. Disappear by the count of 10 now. Or my spear will suck blood."

One sigh on those words that threaten you.

"Okay, you just have to go home, okay? Then I'm afraid I'll be back."

With that said, Ray turns to the original. He said it was a shame with his mouth, but it's an undisputed grin that's floating in his mouth.

(At least I came to a man's mansion called Bornter. So I can excuse myself that even if I am blamed for this matter, there is more to it than being driven back.... Well, if you're having the same personality as Fron and Mileyne I met yesterday, I'd say that's irrelevant. Anyway, it would help if you kept forgetting about me... but there could be another commotion.)

Ray whines inside and leaves the aristocratic city.

Thankful breath of relief that Sancant, of the two gatekeepers who were dropping him off after that, did not have to be a futile noise. And now the faders were complacent about the disappearance of the person dressed to unleash their own violent urge.

"Um. If you make a scene, you're gonna wind up with me, right? Besides, what are you doing to those kids?"

"I don't know. It's just that I was almost reflexively annoyed the moment I saw that hungry ghost's eyes."

"... Fader, you probably don't have some kind of weird disease, either, do you?

"Why would I do that!

He was a reflexively yelling fader at San Canto, who asked only one step back.

Time flies, night. The season has already shifted into autumn and the sun is setting fast. For that reason, the city of Gilm was already surrounded by darkness, even though it was only 6: 00 p.m. bells. The potpouts and the lights are on, but even that is only a slight resistance before the overwhelming darkness.

However, among these, there are places in the city of Gilm where the lights are gloriously lit. The Lords' Hall, arguably the heart of this city of Gilm. A tavern where adventurers celebrate the success of today's work. A whorehouse where men gather for the warmth of human skin and a lover overnight.... and noble neighborhoods illuminating the lights as brilliantly as if they claim to be different from civilians and the poor.

Yelling in one of those aristocratic neighborhoods, in a mansion in a deep place.

"Yep! Why would an adventurer like Ray follow Nong's orders? I would have contacted you through the Alliance today to show your face!

A glass is thrown against the wall with anger, and the liquor that was inside is scattered in pieces, scattering its wreckage into a sunken luxury carpet as the glass fragments and liquor step in.

Make it a carpet, make it a glass glass thrown, make it the amber liquor that was in it. All of them were worth playing with and living with for a few years if they were from civilians, but the man who threw them weighed into the chair in frustration because he didn't seem to care about it.

The back of the chair takes the man's weight with the sound of a gissip, but still doesn't stop the man's frustration.

The man, who can already be said to be an old man, did not at first glance look very much like he worked for a meeting of the Chamber of Commerce. Despite reaching the age of his 60s, his eyes are filled with energetic light, and he has a face that can be described as arrogant shore. I believe from the bottom of my heart that everything else works the way I want it to.

This man was the Bolnter, the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, the chief tightener of the arms dealers in the city of Gilm.

Several maids who were waiting in the room to avoid Bornter's gaze end up with cups and liquor scattered on the walls and floors. He was a Bornter looking at that with a frustrating gaze, but eventually he sounds his nose out of jam and pours liquor into a new cup and sips it out in one breath.

"Whoa! An adventurer like Ray doesn't like the way this one is moving gently. Bring some people around tomorrow and bring them in front of Noon! Nice, just an adventurer's... that's also a joke imitation of Rank D adventurer style not obeying the orders of Noh. Tell him a little bit about yourself before he drags you in front of me!

You must be drunk, a butler who held back close to Bornter screaming like that with a red face opens his mouth.

"But sir. You think an adventurer like that Ray has a Griffon? When it comes to griffons, I hear they're rank A monsters. Even the highest-ranked adventurers hired at the Azot Chamber of Commerce rank B. I don't think we can fight Griffon."

"Ah!? What the hell is that? Are you sure you don't want to stay licked like a Rank D adventurer?

"I'm not saying that, but rumor has it that an adventurer such as Ray is enough to get a nomination request from Uncle Larks Borderline? Then naturally there is also a relationship with the lord, so you should refrain from handsy imitation..."

"Shit, right. Is there any chance he'll turn his hand around from there?"

Tongue, place the cup you had in your hand vigorously on the table and pour new liquor into the empty cup.

It's a pricey drink that the average civilian can't handle, but Bornter doesn't mean to, and pours it into his mouth as if he drinks even water.

"Saying it is a call through the guild is ignored like it is today... I can't help it. Hey, even tomorrow, let some of the adventurers you're hiring at the Chamber of Commerce go under a guy named that Ray. More than having a Griffon... No, wait. Well, tell him if he doesn't come down tomorrow, he won't be able to buy weapons in the city of Gilm."

"Sir... as I said earlier, if you threaten me that much more openly than you have a connection to the lord..."

"Shit, you can't help it. Then let it stink."

"Yes, I did. I can tell you that."

When the butler thanked him and escorted him out of the room, he was once again angry and sober.