Legend

As Ray and the others exit Pamidor's workshop, Seto, who was sleeping nearby, quickly notices him and rings his throat and comes closer.

Ray looked around as he stroked the ceto, but the man who had the knife stabbed on his right shoulder earlier on, as well as several bandit-like men who had been lost by the ceto, had already disappeared.

"You just didn't imitate abandoning your people"

Should we have secured those who squealed as impressed and had passed out only for a moment? I thought Ray...

(No, it's just the tail of the Azot Chamber of Commerce that's here anyway. Can you just cut it off if you have to? The information you get and the bugs in the lion. risk would be greater given the risks and returns)

He concludes so and immediately regains his mind and turns his gaze to Brasso.

"Now, where do you hear the circumstances from Mult?

"Hmmm... is this the Noon Inn?

"But then there's Seto. It's a completely adventurous inn, so there's no stables for the devil. It's going to be quite a while, so it's kind of a long time for Seto to wait outside like right now."

I heard what Brasso and Fron said and there was only one place Ray eventually came up with.

No, I also had the means, to be precise, to go to the Lords' Hall and punch things over, but if I involved the Lords' Dusker here, I dismissed it because it passed my brain that Bornter, aware of his own crisis, might make an unexpected rampage.

"Then do we go to the wheat pavilion at dusk? That inn I'm staying in, there's a stables that Seto uses, so there won't be any problems around it, and since it's famous as a luxury inn, maybe Bornter won't be able to get out by any noisy means."

There are pedestrians and mercenaries who can say they support the city of Gilm in any way. Because imitating the kind of raid that would hang there would discredit the city of Gilm, and hence the Azot Chamber of Commerce, which deals in arms with other cities, would also suffer losses.

At this time, in Ray's head, it was decided that none of us would imitate anything like that, not to mention Volnter. In my interactions with myself, I could only judge it as old age drowned in greed, but nevertheless I am in a position to divide up the arms trade in this city of Gilm, so the damage account will work to that extent.

That's not wrong in a way. But the biggest miscalculation was Ray's unexpected development only on the point that Bornter had perceived the danger of being deprived of his position by his brother Galahat.

That is, the reputation of the city of Gilm is somewhat lost due to the rampage here, and the protection of its own position. If Bornter, who hung both of these on the scale, asked me which one to choose... it was something I didn't even have to think about.

It wasn't impossible for Ray, who doesn't know what Galahat thinks... but that ends up making the dispute surface.

"Well, surely a wheat pavilion at dusk wouldn't even be able to imitate that badly."

Fron nods and so does Brasso, who carries the mult.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

"Hmm? Seto, what's up?

It was the Rays who tried to make their way to the wheat pavilion early at dusk, but Seto leaves in front of the line and crouches into the ground. It's like I'm telling you to get in...

"No, you're not. I see."

With Seto's face pointing behind him as he crouched in, Ray turns his gaze toward Brasso, who is carrying the mult.

"Brasso, Seto says he'll carry Multo."

"Mmm? Really? It doesn't weigh that much..."

"Anyway, it would be helpful if you carried this."

Ray turns his gaze to the mult on Brasso's back, then to Halvard, which is also that mult's weapon, or to the leather armor he made him take off.

"Oh, then I'll take care of it. Keep it that way, it'll get in the way."

"Right. Speaking of which, Ray had an item box. I totally forgot how fast things were going."

Receive the spear and leather armor handed to you with a convincing look and store it in the misting.

"... it would be useful if this guy could also be stored in an item box."

Fron squeaks in unintentional fashion and so on as he sees the mult being put on Seto's back.

"You're just a little impossible for a living person. If you're dead, you can store Harpy's body without a problem."

"... well, we'll see about that in the item box. The corpse is recognized as an item, that is, an item, but the life is not recognized as an item."

Fron nodding at Brasso's words with the mult he was carrying on Ceto's back.

With that in mind, the line began to travel towards the wheat pavilion at dusk, Ray's lodging.

"If you go through less crowded places, you could get raided. We're going through the front street."

"Hmm, I know what Ray has to say... well, surely there are more crowds than back streets"

Brasso's concern was that, at night, there were not many people on the street. Of course, it's not comparable to the back street, as he said, but it's still not about daytime. There are just a lot of people halfway around, and if they do, the damage they do to their surroundings will be even greater.

Fron laughs and denies such a worry about Brasso with his nose.

"I can see Brasso's worries, but Ray and Seto hit him so unilaterally that he ran off with no hands or legs. I don't think you have the guts to attack me."

"In case you're worried about that, you fool."

Careful brasso and aggressive flon. Ray looks around insignificantly as he listens to those two.

"... no matter what you say we don't raid, they're definitely watching us."

Yes, I've been feeling someone's gaze ever since I left Pamidor's workshop. However, I can somehow see that they are looking at me, but I have to lean my neck if they ask me where my gaze is being flown from. I was in that condition.

"Probably the guys from when they were about to attack from behind Mult. Or maybe the guy who shot an arrow into Mult."

"Grrrrrrrr"

To Ray's words, he turns his gaze around as Seto rings in the back of his throat. The roof of the street, the shadow of the building a little further away, and behind.

What lies ahead of that gaze... No, it was obvious who was there. Even if I could kill the signs enough to mislead Ray, I guess it would have been impossible to mislead Griffon, who is just a Rank A monster.

"I see, when it comes to three, the calculations don't fit."

"Gru?"

You want me to set you up from this side? Ray shakes his head small on Seto tilting his neck in the atmosphere that

Even though it's less than daylight, there's quite a crowd. Plus, as a matter of course, there are many drunks. I could just imagine what would happen if I stood around in that.

"It's going to be a mess. Wait a little longer for the brawl."

"Grrrrrrrr......"

Seto nodding small at Ray's words. I stroke Seto's head like that, and as I feel the gaze of surveillance, I go down the street, and eventually I see a familiar evening wheat pavilion.

"Well, here it is..."

"That's a big inn, for sure. To the point where we're a little out of our hands."

"Really? It's not as expensive as you say. Thanks, Seto."

"Gru."

Bear the still unconscious mult from Seto's back with the help of Brasso or Fron.

"That's a word you can say because you can afford money."

"No, I do have some room now, but I chose this place because it was almost unavoidable."

"An inevitable circumstance?

"Oh, there was a problem with Seto's stables, and this was the only place I could tolerate it."

"... I see"

He walks into the inn with Fron, who looks like he's convinced by his heart, and Brasso, who brightens his eyes to the smell of liquor flowing from the inn.

"Oh, Mr. Ray. Welcome......... well, a lot of people. And who's that guy?

Lana, the general of the wheat pavilion at dusk, is Fron and Brasso. And Ray looks at the mult on his back and asks.

"I know him, but he's a little drunk. Intervene in my room. Dine more than that..."

That's what I said, but I think it's time to turn to the dining room. The seats are mostly filled with lodgers or simply people who come to eat for the sake of cooking, leaving no place for the Rays to sit.

I guess Lana knew about that, too. I'm sorry, I'm going to lower that fuzzy face.

"Excuse me, as you can see, hey now..."

"Well, then why don't you bring me something proper to the room? I want these guys' share, too."

"Hey, wait, Ray! You, are you still willing to eat all that before you go to the guild!? I mean, it's still in your stomach!?

Fron with a stunned look on Ray ordering a meal flat. I bought a lot of skewered sandwiches and freshly baked bread that I could eat at the dewstore by the time I got to the guild, but I was wondering if I could still eat them.

But Ray nods normally as if nothing is against such a fron.

"Originally, I'm not very fuel efficient. I'm not fat after all."

"... you're turning women from all over the world against your enemies"

Jito, I can turn my eyes, but I turn my gaze toward Lana as I go through it.

"Oh, and let Seto have a meal too."

"Okay. Please wait a moment."

I hear a woman calling the general from the dining room, and Lana turns her head down small and heads that way.

I dropped him off and just hung my foot on the stairs to head to my room first...

"I'd be glad to bring you some booze if you could."

I could hear Brasso's voice like that from behind me, but Ray and Fron only looked at each other for a moment and pretended not to hear it.

"This is Ray's room... there's almost nothing left to pack, dude"

Instead, Fron, who opened the door to carry Mult, looks inside Ray's rented room and screams unexpectedly.

"You got a bed, a desk, a chair, you know?

As Ray said, there are no shortages in that room in a normal inn room. Still, Fron described it as' nothing '...

"It's your personal stuff, my personal stuff! Normally, you have your own personal belongings rolling in your room!? Weapons maintenance supplies, books, changing clothes!

Yes, as Fron pointed out, there was nothing in Ray's room that seemed personal. But I guess that's natural too.

"Oh, about that? All my personal belongings and stuff are in the item box. No problem."

"... oh, you're right. I have an item box. Then you can go all the way in."

I'm tired already, but as I say, Ray sleeps Mult, who was carrying him past Fron's side, to bed.

Then appropriately sit on the floor in the room and do the chair and exhale.

"That's right, come to think of it, hurry back from Harpy's Mountain to the city of Gilm and head straight to the Lords' Hall. After that, I went to the guild, to Pamidor's workshop. But this guy brought the noise in... I don't think there's too much noise just today."

"Ha ha. Well, it's certainly not impossible for Fron to get tired. Still feel good about it."

"Feel good?

Fron, who is also sitting on the floor, asks the words of Brasso, who is sitting on the floor.

"Mm-hmm. Finally, there wasn't a lot of noise, just take it that the day was full. If you think about it, it could never have been all bad."

"I don't know."

When Fron shrugged with his sigh, the door was knocked and the Rays reflexively hung their hands on each weapon.

"Who?

Responding to Ray's voice like that was someone who had just had a conversation on the ground floor a few minutes before.

"It's Lana. I brought you a meal."

"Well, I'm sorry"

As a precaution, when I opened the door so that I could slip through the knife on my hips at any time, there was a figure of Lana with a large basin. On top of the basin the dishes are served, only one bottle but also some wine.

"Was this good enough?

"Oh, that helps. Price?"

"Except for Mr. Ray's share, one silver coin is fine."

It was quite a price for the meal, but I guess nothing is so expensive considering the amount of food and wine for three people is also set, except for Ray. That's the decision, Ray taking out one piece of silver coin and paying it.

(I'll collect it later from around Mult.)

He groans so inside, dropping off Lana's hindsight as he leaves.

"... rice..."

And as the smell of cooking began to drift through the room, he looked around as if Mult had fallen asleep awake on the bed waiting for it.

"Like, wake up with the smell of cooking... no, well, it does smell good"

Looking at such a mult as Fron shrugged, but honestly Ray also approached Mult with his inner consent to it.