Legend

The smell of the dish drifting in the room stimulated Mult's appetite, which was unconscious, and he awoke lightly. To that appearance, he quickly opens his mouth as Brasso shrugged as he reached into a bottle of wine.

"I smelled pretty good from the store when I was traveling around town."

"No, that's not the problem,"

Fron sighs as he gazes at Brasso pouring wine into the glass.

Next to such a fron, Ray takes some of the dishes he was riding in the basin to the mult.

"Look, just eat it and restore your health. Even though he recovered his injuries in the potion, he had to recover his own blood and strength."

"Ah? Ah...... what, Ray!? Oh, yeah. I'm definitely looking for Ray, and someone I know told me where you are..."

Mult, who was vomiting in his sleep, gradually begins to regain consciousness, recalling the situation before and after he lost his mind.

"You came into the workshop where we were, scratching our bodies."

"Oh! That's right! What happened to the guys that were coming after me!? I saw some of your subordinates take down..."

"Then you realized you had no chance of winning or running away.... Sounds like you should ask what's going on before dinner. What happened to you?

"As a matter of fact... they couldn't give up magic items and griffons even after Volnter got hit by you. I've been trying to turn my hands around a lot."

Mult whines as he carries a glass of water into his mouth given to Ray.

Ray snorts as he hears the words of such a mult and carries his simmering dish of guts and beans into his mouth.

"I guess. I heard a little from Pamidor, the blacksmith. I hear you're telling the arms dealer not to do business with me. You think that's also coming around to blacksmiths via weapons stores? Even if you're a blacksmith, you won't be in business unless you buy the weapons you built around the corner from the weapons store. For that reason, the blacksmiths will avoid doing business with me."

Ray whines all the time that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

There is no such thing as the sadness of not being able to do business with an arms dealer on that look, but rather the taste of the stewed gut and beans dish that I am eating right now is more important, while enjoying the taste of the dish and carrying a spoon to my mouth.

A chewy texture characteristic of the gut. Not only that, but all kinds of guts that can be chewed off with pussy and teeth while enjoying the texture because it is well simmered. In addition, the beans that are simmered together are stained with the fat of the gut along with the flavour. Once carried to the mouth, the movement of the spoon does not stop and is carried to the mouth one after the other.

"So, why were you looking for me after all?

"... Mr. Galahat..."

He was a mult with a mouth cage that seemed hard to say anything to Ray's words, but I guess he decided he couldn't help it if it stayed this way. Eventually he begins to open his mouth.

"Ray would have gone wild turning down Volnter's suggestion, wouldn't he?

"Oh."

To that language, which was relegated, Fron and Brasso gaze at Ray with a slight eye.

You were so surprised that you could accidentally blow out about Brasso, who contained wine in his mouth, that he held that mouth by his hand.

Even for these two, I heard Ray was forced to give his Volnter opponent a magic item or ceto in the Lords' Hall, but I never thought he was turning it down and rambling.

(No, I guess we should rather take it for granted given Ray's temper)

Fron is rather convinced to recover from temporary confusion with Brasso coughing up with his swallow in wine on the side.

Still, it would be incredible to cope with the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, which is usually said to be partitioning the arms trade in the city of Gilm, and imitate it like that. Instead, even if you knew a person named Ray, you might be able to say that Fron is out of common sense in some ways as well convinced by that.

"... Your blow left Mr. Galahat dying, but thanks to his healing magic and potion, he managed to save his life."

"No, I was impotent while I took all that damage, so in a way, you'd deserve it"

Such was Mult, who tried to yell at Ray for a moment with his blues on his forehead for not looking like he cared at all while doing all that to his brother and admirer, but from now on he manages to stifle his anger by rethinking that he has to do a favor for that Ray.

"Well, fine. So... after Mr. Galahat regained consciousness, he was instructed about the Azotto Chamber of Commerce."

"What do you call that galahat?

Brasso manages to calm down from the state he was swallowing and asks again as he carries a poured glass of wine into his mouth.

"You're an adventurer who picked me up when I was summoned by Bornter at the Azot Chamber of Commerce. The first time I went, the gatekeeper drove me back, but the next day, Mult and his adventurer named Galahat picked me up. He sounds like a Rank B adventurer, but you don't know him?

"Sure, as an adventurer, I don't mind saying that you're quite a veteran, but then again, you must remember all the high-ranking adventurers."

"Nevertheless, I've always had a good personality for being employed by the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, so it seems like I could be more famous."

Mult shakes his head small on the bed to Ray's words, who shrugged so.

"Think of the character of Bornter. Even though he said he was only half connected to himself, do you think that would allow Mr. Galahat to become famous or to be held?

"... oh, I see. Certainly. If half the rumors I hear about a man named Bornter are true, then so be it."

Fron shrugged as he sighed, and Ray, who understood what it meant, also frowned lightly.

Mult sighs equally small as he sees how those two are doing.

"Even if Mr. Galahato raises some kind of grip, Volnter is turning his hand on it and letting his loyal men take it from him."

"... the guild will allow that to happen?

To Ray's question, naturally speaking, Mult shook his neck to the left and right.

"Of course, normally, that can't pass. But Mr. Galahato, who did the honors, won't say anything. If I had a complaint from him, I would have moved my guild."

"I see."

Ray remembers how Galahat stood in front of him in his interaction with Bornter. Sure enough, Galahat was desperate to save Bornter's life at that time, even by giving him his own.

"Even the guilders are aware of that, so they're fair about the rank-up exams, regardless of honor or anything. Thanks to that, Mr. Galahato went up to Rank B..."

"Now on the contrary, is that why you sold your name as the only Rank B Adventurer employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce?"

I shrug as I remember the interaction between Galahat and Mult when they picked themselves up.

Mult sighs and nods again at Ray's whining like that.

"Oh. I hear that touched Bornter's scales again. Rank B Adventurer is not a standout job, but a chore. Rank B Adventurer says he belongs to the Azotto Chamber of Commerce."

Mult to throw up abominably. Unexpectedly Ray tilts his neck at how Mult looks like that.

"That's what happened when I tried to kill Bornter, but why does Galahat keep putting his shoulder against Bornter so much... or doing it unilaterally? Even though Volnter himself hates that much. I don't suppose it's just the blood-connected ones you were saying back then?

……

To that word of Ray, Mult, who shuts his mouth.

……

To such a mult, Ray, Fron and Brasso also silently send their gaze again.

Would the silence have lasted for a few minutes? Eventually Mult opens his mouth as he noticed.

"I think I heard Ray too then... Mr. Galahat and Bornter are only half blood connected. At last, it was Mr. Galahat who gave birth to his mother, whom Bolnter's father had treated since becoming his grandfather. Even if it's the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, which is partitioning the arms trade in the city of Guild, you're an alleged civilian and not an aristocrat.... This city is ruled by the Larks Border Uncle, so nobility is not the absolute privileged class... Still, there is a difference of position between civilians and nobility. A nobleman can have a lot of respect for his concubine, even if he's not his real wife, but if he does that in the civilian population, he can naturally be seen with white eyes.... even worse in Mr. Galahat's case, because Bornter's father was in a position to meet with the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Apparently all the squirting for that matter went to Mr. Galahat's mother. And at the same time it turned to its son, Mr. Galahat. Especially when it comes to the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, which has always been as powerful as it is today. Is it easy to tell when all the grudges turned to Mr. Galahat and the others as a result?

Brasso opens his mouth eventually, although he was the three people who accidentally flaunted the smelly story.

"But Non is not noble among the people he knows... even the so-called civilians have grand mistresses, right? I haven't been treated as badly as I did in the Lord's story."

"I guess. I knew the cause of the blame lay with the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Strong deal. Unfair. Extreme deal. If you let those who receive it every time, Mr. Galahat and his parents and children would have been the object of great dressing concern. The result has been that we have been forced to live halfway through the shade ever since we were born. Bornter's father was also his father, and whether that kind of smelled like a pain in the ass eventually cost him a monthly living... and I really hope he just pays for the living to the extent that the two parents and children can somehow live."

"... why in the end is Galahat following Bornter so hard until he sees you like that?

"This is what I heard when Mr. Gallahat was drunk... when Mr. Gallahat's mother fell ill, I don't know what kind of distraction it was, but it seems Volnter ran out of hands and got the pills to do it"

Three unintentionally pocan rays to Mult's words.

And after plenty of silence for about a minute, Ray eventually opens his mouth.

"... you're lying, right?

Next to Ray, two people, Brasso and Fron, are just nodding that they agree.

Mult accidentally smiles bitterly at how those three look.

"I guess. That's what I thought when I first heard this story, too. But it seems to be true. I'm pretty sure Mr. Galahat believes that, at least not at all."

"It was Galahat's mother who was sick, wasn't it? Not Galahat himself."

Ray asked darkly if he might have seen such a hallucination with fever or something when Galahat himself was ill, but Mult just nods naturally.

"Definitely. I checked with Mr. Galahato many times when I heard this story."

"Then... since Bornter became the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, his personality has changed, or something like that och?

It was Ray, who shrugged in a half-heartedly manner, but now Brasso denies it.

"No, Noon has been an adventurer in this city of Gilm since before Bornter became the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, but since then his reputation has been at its worst"

"Then whatever it is, I'm neglecting Galahat so much... no, you can tell me you hate him. Bolnter helps Galahat?

It was Ray, who squealed unexpectedly at Brasso's words, but no one on this occasion could answer that natural question.

Even to Mult, it was a question that I thought about several times since I asked Galahat about this story, but I haven't been able to find an answer in the end.

When Ray and the others think they don't understand the reason, Mult waves his head small and proceeds.

"Anyway, Mr. Galahat is grateful to Bornter for the matter. That's also making an extra impression that Mr. Galahat was only a kid. Mr. Galahat's mother ended up dead, and since then, no matter how useless Mr. Galahat is, he has become the only blood-connected brother to himself."

I heard that word, and a moment of imagination sprang up in Ray... shaking his head small and opening his mouth, deciding that there would be no geometry or anything else.

"It's not uncommon to say that the childhood experience is strongly impressive and that even when it grows, it affects the person's behavior"

When it comes to childhood experiences, it strongly affects the personality that is formed when you grow up. If there's anything like the world Ray was in, it's too much to decide between childhood experiences, but the impact is so great that you can't fool around.

I was thinking that way, Ray, but when I heard the sound of a hand slap called bread, I returned to me.

"The story was off my mind, but I found out about a guy named Galahat. So I understand that Galahat gave you instructions about the Azot Chamber of Commerce, but what kind of instructions did he give you?

I guess he felt off the record, even as a mult, in that word of Fron. Try to open your mouth again soon...

"Wait."

Ray can stop that voice.

"Ray?"

"What's the matter?

Two people ask, Fron and Brasso, but Ray closes his eyes and clears his ears...

"Apparently, there's a customer downstairs."

That's what I told him.