Legend

At the end of the report on the harpy nest, when he came out of the lord's hall, his surroundings had already been stained red by the sunset.

Fron opens his mouth as he glares at that sunset.

"No, it took longer than I expected."

"What are you talking about? Throw all the explanations to Non or Ray. You were just shutting up and drinking tea and eating tea and sweets."

Brasso sighs like a scratch.

Next to it, this one similarly pointed his gaze at Fron as Ray, who was thrown an explanation, looked frightened.

Fron, who was turned to a dazed gaze from the two of them, scratches his cheek with a bumpy grin somewhere.

"That being said, I've never talked to nobility or anything... and it's best to leave it to the guy you're used to, right?

"I don't think so."

"I... well, nothing, but that's what happened here recently."

You thought the situation was unfavourable to the two words, Fron opens his mouth again as he shifts his gaze.

"In the first place, flame ore is in charge of Ray, and it's Brasso who knows about the rest of the ore, right? Look, if you think about it, I have nothing to do with it."

"... Enough is enough. In the meantime, I've made a paragraph in the report, and I thought I'd go to the Alliance to report on the achievement of the request."

When Brasso utters the word with the sigh of giving up, Ray discovers Seto approaching from behind the Lords' Hall.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto approaching as he sounds satisfied. Ray caresses Seto's head with an unexpected grin when he sees something like a sauce attached to that couch.

"Apparently, you're still adorable here."

I guess so from Seto's appearance, stroking my head and turning my gaze towards Brasso.

"So we talked about going to the guild to report... what about the flame ore?

Yes, about a handful of flame ore brought back from Harpy's nest. Dusker allowed Ray and the others to own the flame ore as a reward for this report.

"Hey... if it's a flame ore that big, it's not good for sellers or buyers. Why don't you bring it to the blacksmith who asked you to do this?

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a problem with gold, so I'll leave that flame ore there if I can... at worst, I'd be glad to divide it into three equal parts and wind it up."

"Hmm, what are you going to do with the area? I hear Ray hasn't had a problem with the money, but it's not like me and Brasso are poor, but it's not like we can afford the money.... but given that we can use flame ore when we make new weapons or something, it's a little bit like putting it up for sale."

Ray opens his mouth to that look of the troubled Fron as if he had come up with something.

"Then why don't you take an assessment of how much this flame ore will be if you sell it, and I'll pay you two for every third of it?

Fron worries about Ray's suggestion for a few seconds...... eventually nods.

"I have no problem with that. How's Brasso?

"Mm, mmm... I do want to throw away the gold, but also the flame ore..."

Ray and Fron were going from the Lords' Hall to the whole city watching Brasso troubled with his head, but eventually when he entered the bustling city, Ray opens his mouth, deciding that Brasso could not make the decision as he was.

"Then why don't you just do a flame ore assessment? Depending on the price, you can decide what to do with Brasso."

"Ugh, um... right. Sure enough, if the incumbents appraise us, we'll have one guiding principle around."

"Then can I use that weapon shop over there?

Ahead of Ray's gaze was an arms dealer about 10 meters away. Oddly enough, it's the store that was refused to buy a spear after receiving this request.

"Mm-hmm? Are you good at weapons stores? Weapon shops are basically weapons sellers, and blacksmiths make weapons out of ores, etc.? Of course, there are many shops that serve as both weapons stores and blacksmiths, so I'm not sure that's the case..."

"Right. Anyway, you'd better get an appraisal from a blacksmith we know. There's a chance you might want to go to a delicate store, but people you know won't imitate each other like that."

"If you guys say it's better that way, that's fine. Are you sure you don't mind if I just give you an appraisal and buy it off?

Ray asked if in some cases they could rub each other because they knew each other, but Fron shouted at the words and Brasso grinned.

"He's not a serious man for work. That's why a lot of people have come to this city and appreciated it for a short time. I can't imitate that."

"... come to this city for a short time blacksmith?

Something familiar is bothering me for a few seconds...

"Hey, maybe that blacksmith has one kid? His name is Kumito."

Yes, I've helped a kid who's been tangled up in a little leisure time before, and the kid's father said he was a blacksmith who just recently came to the city of Gilm. Remember that and ask two people, Brasso and Fron.

For such a ray inquiry, two people with a light eye opening.

"Don't be so familiar. Pamidor does have a son named Kumito..."

"Oh, I knew it. No, I used to help people pass by where they were caught up in bad kids."

"... you're a bad enough kid at your age."

Ray smiles bitterly at the words of Fron, who groaned bossly.

"Well, then just say it's just fine. Kumito asked me to come and see you once. So... did you say pamidor or something? You want to go to that blacksmith?"

"Mm-hmm. As a trusted blacksmith, that would help."

"I have no objection either. Anyway, if you get an appraisal from a bad arms dealer or something, you get the appraisal fee or something."

Thus, the three of them were to go to Pamidor's blacksmith factory after reporting to the Alliance on the achievement of the request.

"So what if we go to the Alliance early before dark? At this hour, it's time for a lot of guys to bring in reports of request completion."

"... well, that's irresistible. Since time is up, we can't even talk about people."

"You don't really like crowds. Especially if you're an adventurer or something."

Heard Brasso and Fron talking and accidentally leaked Ray's words. Fluoron blows out almost reflexively when he hears it.

"Buh, well, I guess that's for sure. Ray's back will be completely buried between the avant-garde men."

"Hmm. But you care to say that, Ray. Yeah, Fron. Don't laugh at people's physical traits."

"Ke, but. Ray, who's got all that power, says he's got a complex at his height... so, no. Doesn't look too good..."

"... for once, I'm bigger than Brasso."

"Neither will your Lord be proud to be taller than the dwarf, Non."

Brasso sighs unintentionally at Ray's words.

Watching Brasso like that eventually takes you into a picture of a busy boulevard all over the city...

"Oh, isn't that Seto? You look cute today. Look, there's a freshly baked skewer. The sauce tastes new."

"How about some of our bread on a little hunger before dinner. There's plenty of meat in there."

"Ray, I've tweaked it like you told me before, why don't you have some soup?"

As soon as that happens, the shopkeepers selling food at the outdoor shop just call Ray and Seto wondering if this is still the case.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

And Seto eats a bite of snacks offered to him by the merchants at the dewstore as he rings in such a good mood behind his throat.

Ray laughs and pays the price just because he can't help but see how Seto is always like that.... naturally including my share.

"Wow, that's a lot of noise."

"... That's just unexpected."

Fron and Brasso also chase after Ray and Seto, sometimes buying skewer-roasted kinds while admiring the usual. And he keeps walking in that condition, and eventually by the time he sees the guild, both Ray and Seto are quite satisfied, tossing it into a bucket of trash that the dewstore has prepared, wrapped together with skewers of meat and paper wrapped in bread.

"This is the first time I've ever had a full stomach just walking here"

"If there's booze, Noon's still fine."

Saying it that way, when you split up with Seto and get inside the guild...

"I knew it."

Unexpectedly sighing Ray. Nearly evening, the guild was overflowing with adventurers who had fulfilled their requests and those who were feasting like banquets in a co-located tavern.

In that, Brosso leads the way toward the counter.

I don't know what I thought, some drunks approached me trying to dictate Flon along the way, but those turned out to be sunk with Flon's sword pulled to the side without exception.... it would have been at least salvation for the sword to have been tucked away in the sheath.

"Ah, Mr. Ray, and to Mr. Brasso, Mr. Fron. Welcome home, too. Looks like you've successfully completed your request."

Lenora, who sees the Rays, greets the three with a happy grin.

It can also be said that it is in the hands of the receptionist to greet adventurers who come to announce the completion of the request, with a grin even in this crowd.

"It was a crusade of harpies, wasn't it?"

That's what I say, and once I close my mouth, I whisper the continuation so that I can't hear it around me.

"As a matter of fact, I hear the lord contacted the upper management of the guild in some way. Originally, this hand's crusade request will be completed for the first time after completing the crusade for 10 days, so it will be confirmed that there are no monsters to be crusaded... This time on the authority of the lord, as a special case, he will approve the request as soon as possible.... Did you do something again?

Lenora turned her gaze to Ray with some dazed eye, but she was a softly distracted Ray.

I can't tell you exactly how my magical influence produced flame ore in a part of a cave that was a harpy nest. And because of the scarcity of wind stone crystals and emerost ores, there's no reason to hang them on your mouth.

……

He was Lenora, who had been watching Ray like that with jito eyes for a while, but eventually he shook his head small with a sigh of sigh all he couldn't help.

… but also because of the presence of Kenny, a coworker cat beast who sees himself with jealous caged eyes next door.

"Uh, are there any Harpy materials, crusade proof sites, or demon stones?

"Not now. I was in a hurry to get back to the city of Gilm, so about Harpy's body, it's in Ray's item box."

"Really? Because you can always buy them. So this is the reward."

That's what I said, Lenora, who's going to hand me a cloth bag with three gold coins. Brasso received it, and now the Harpy Crusade request is complete.

"Oh, and Mr. Ray. There were a few adventurers who wanted to order a stripping request for the material...... what about the interview? I told you to get together again tomorrow."

"Right. Then you are...... I want to interview you after noon tomorrow. Can you use the conference room upstairs?

"Yeah, no problem. Then I'll let the hopeful know. Just remember, I'm an adventurer, so I'm sure I can't interview you tomorrow. In that case, I think it feels like an early winner."

"Oh, that's okay"

"Then in the flow of saying so. I'll be waiting for you after noon tomorrow."

(Now, about the flame ore, is it finally a request for stripping? Looking forward to it, anxious.... what adventurers are coming)

I whine inside, and all three of them leave the front of the counter because I'm done with all the errands I can get done at the counter.

Kenny seemed sorry to see Ray like that next to Lenora, but he didn't have time to seduce Ray into dinner at this busy hour, and he did his best to scold the adventurers who would come one after the other.

"Hmmm...... hey Ray, Fron. Can't we just stop by?"

Brasso's gaze as he moved away from the counter was at a liquor store co-located inside the guild.

Unlike the taverns where Ray always comes to the guild for a small amount of time, today's taverns are so crowded that there is little place to sit. And naturally the adventurers who successfully completed the request were all drinking it like a banquet, or in the name of a reflection that failed the request...... Brasso looks at it with envy.

But Fron makes such a plea for Brasso.

"Don't be stupid. You're going to Pamidor now. If I was drinking here, Pamidor's workshop would be closed."

"No, I'm not asking you to give me a full drink of anything. However, I have completed my request for a Harpy Crusade. One or two cups..."

"In your case, I'm sorry I can't have one or two! Look, let's go!

"Ouch! Oh, hey, Fron. I want you to stop pulling my ears!

Ray, who looked at the two people being taken out of the guild that way as if they were frightened, also follows.

"Hey, Brasso. Don't worry, I'll enjoy your drink."

With the voice of Brasso's acquaintance-like man on its back.