Legend

"... is this it?

Put all the weapons and money that the leaders of the chimps had on the floor and tell them so.

No one had exactly the kind of spear Ray wanted, but still most had the kind of knife, and some had one-handed axes and long swords. Selling weapons alone would be a lot of money. I wish I could sell it. And...

"Well, you had it unexpectedly."

Ray whines accidentally checking the contents of the cloth bag that the leader put out of his nostalgia. There were several pieces of gold in that cloth bag anyway. It's not the kind of amount the city's chimpy flair can have that way. Knowing where he came from, Ray smiles faintly and speaks to his leader.

"Looks like this was the reward for this one... sorry to hear that. From now on, you should think of more power differences with your opponents before you take them on."

……

Chimps piercing silence at Ray's words.

Watch how it goes and point to the door with a quick jaw.

"Go. If the next time something similar happens, then... well, do you want to have fun"

Nikki But to Ray who tells him so with a grin to express in his mouth, the chimps say nothing in particular... No, they leave the inn intact without being able to say.

Ray had expected that a few of them would still have some money in their pockets, but now they decided that it was their top priority to get the chimps to just disappear from sight rather than take it away and cause more commotion.

Then, when the chimps disappear, they gather the coins on the floor into a bag containing gold coins, and then turn their gaze to Lana and the merchants.

"You annoyed me."

"No, it's outrageous. You're staying in this inn because you're my guest."

"Yikes, that's the Queen of the Wheat Pavilion at dusk! Replace all of us mothers!

Lana turns to the voice from the armed merchants with her cheeks slightly red.

"Neither do you dare to imitate! The name of the wheat pavilion at dusk will be scratched if the customer is even injured!

"Uh, I'm sorry. But this inn is a very important place for us... and we'll deal with it just as quickly as we can."

"Totally no more. As a punishment, I'm going to have a fangboa stew for breakfast tomorrow."

With that said, I guess I don't feel bad about being told that my inn is an important place. That's what Lana tells her as she smiles at her mouth.

Merchants cheering for the word Fangboree stew. Ray speaks out against such merchants.

"I'm sorry you watered the corner banquet."

"Don't worry about it, kid. This is what I did on my own."

Youthra, and a man called by his buddies bangs Ray's shoulder with a luxurious laugh.

With a bitter smile on its face, he throws a cloth bag containing gold, silver and copper coins rolled up from the chimps to Lana.

"Mr. Ray?

"I'll pay for today's meals and drinks to apologize for watering the banquet. For now, that's a setup. If it's not enough, you can tell me later."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The armed merchants and adventurers in the dining room cheered for Ray's luxury.

"Boy, you're small, but you have a big vessel!

Youthra also laughed luxuriously at the word luxury. I don't suppose he had any offense to himself, but Ray still had a slightly dissatisfied look on his face.

In the meantime, one of the armed merchants approaches Ray.

At first glance, in his 40s, he was about 170 cm tall, not so different from Ray. He has a seemingly well-deserved grin on his face.

But those eyes were different. A deep, then seemingly discerning and enveloping gaze that can't let go of the city's inhabitants around it. That gaze alone made Ray imagine who the man was. He must be the one leading these armed merchants.

"Do you think you can afford it today? I would like to thank you for representing these people."

Pecori, and he lowers his head and offers his hand.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Vetman, and I lead these men through the border to the border."

Ray also returns the word as he holds that hand back.

"It's Ray. I'm an adventurer. Never mind about luxury. I got caught up in my commotion and I watered the corner for fun. It's like making up for it."

Vetman's hand, which Ray had switched, was something very unlikely to belong to a merchant. Obviously, there are octopuses in their hands that have been trained with weapons in hand, and they would be more convinced to say adventurers and mercenaries than merchants carrying things from city to city.

Ray turned his gaze to Vetman as he was impressed, but Vetman, on the contrary, turned his gaze somewhere baffled to Ray.

Because he said he was someone wielding a giant prey like the Death Size that was disappearing at some point, and he didn't have any octopus in his hand like he could have trained with a weapon in his hand. Even though the blow wielded in front of the chimps earlier was similar to the wind cut sound of a sword wielded by a leading warrior.

More than Ray's flesh was created by Zeppyre, its ability to recover and heal surpasses that of a concomitant human being. For this reason, no matter how many death sizes Ray uses, there is no such thing as an octopus that can be said to be a testament to his training. For this reason, Ray today maintained such softness that he did not think his hands as a fighting man would be very soft, but naturally it would be impossible to tell Vetman to understand that.

"What's up?

Ray asks when he realizes how Vetman is doing like that, but immediately shakes his head that it's nothing. There was nothing like expressing the doubts I felt about Ray just because he was leading the armed merchants around here.

"It's nothing. I'd like to ask you, by the way, what was that big sickle earlier..."

"Oh. Well, I'm sure you can predict, but hold the item box."

"Oh my... I didn't think so, but still. No, I've never seen a real item box before. I hear that some things like very small pseudo-item boxes are also used... I didn't know you could have a real item box in this eye"

Vetman groans like he was impressed and turns his gaze toward the dining room.

Looking at such a Vetman, Ray hears it as a pseudo-item box and remembers what Elaine was using in the dungeon.

"How would you like to join us, if you don't mind? It's Mr. Ray's luxury, and we must do it together."

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. I'm waiting for some people in my room. And..."

Turn your gaze toward Chirali and the inn door.

I guess that's all Vetman figured out what Ray was trying to say. Nod small.

"I see. Speaking of which, the others earlier were Mr. Ray's customers. Okay, wait a minute."

Whimpering, going to the dining room and coming back in less than a minute. There was a small barrel with liquor in its hand.

"Thank you at least, but here you go. It's my favorite drink, so I don't know if it fits my mouth."

"... well. Then I'll thank you."

I didn't like alcohol that much, Ray, but there is a brasso who says that if you go back to your room in the first place, your body's blood is made of alcohol. It was like wine didn't drink enough, and it was a rare reception.

"We're staying at this inn for about a month, so we'll have another drink when we get a chance."

Tell him so, and when he bows his head with a peck, he leads the armed merchants back to the dining room.

Those armed merchants, adventurers, mercenaries, etc. also effortlessly followed Vetman back to the dining room, thanking Ray for saying he would have all the charges tonight.

And only the last two left were Ray and Lana, the general of this inn.

"I'm sorry we made a scene."

"No, never mind. I'm used to doing business with adventurers and mercenaries. Then I'll go back to the dining room, too. Mr. Ray at the corner behaved in a big way, so I'm going to cook something with my husband that we can't usually cook and let everyone serve it."

Liverball Mother It's here, and as I said, Lana returns to the dining room with a grin.

He dropped off his hindsight and stored the knife, long sword, and one-handed axe that had fallen on the floor in mysteries before Ray returned to his room again.

"Hey, how was the first floor? It seems a little tricky for you."

When Ray enters the room, he can call out to Fron. There was nothing particularly unusual about the room, and he shook his neck to the left and right with a grin that he was too suspicious that the noise on the ground floor was not positive.

"It was the city chimps who came to the ground floor. More than that. Wasn't it Yang Dynasty or something?

"Oh. Nothing happened over here, especially with this..."

I got it from the merchants staying at this inn.

"... how can it be such a development?

That was the squeaking fron, but Brasso sniffs apart the contents of the barrel in an eye-catching fashion.

"It's not booze that's in that barrel. That's also quite elegant from this aromatic fragrance.... Ray, your lord sure wasn't that good at booze, was he? Then I wonder if it's a treasure rotten even if you have it..."

Seeing the barrel nailing Brasso's gaze, he sighs small and puts the barrel he had on the floor.

"You don't have to look like you want something like that. I got it for you originally."

"Uh-huh, that's Ray. Unlike these women adventurers, you know that they respect older people."

"... hey, who are you talking about that woman adventurer?

Brasso opens the barrel quickly and pours liquor into the glass, regardless of Fron, who turns his gaze with his jito eyes. Then the aromatic smell characteristic of the aged liquor stands in the room.

"This is definitely pretty good. A few pieces of silver coins… No, if you do it badly, it might be enough to need gold coins"

Unexpectedly whining Brasso as he indulges in the smell.

Mult opens his mouth even as he looks at Brasso like that.

"So, can we keep talking? It's about Mr. Galahat..."

"Oh, if you say so, you did. Doesn't that mean Galahat's in danger that you were being targeted by people employed by the Azotto Chamber of Commerce?

"Of course. That's why only me and Mr. Galahat know. They're resting in the safe house. Anyway, if it's my natural strength, it's easy to pay back, but my injury hasn't healed yet." You can't imitate being torn apart. "

"... then shouldn't you have hidden in that safe house too and stayed at rest for a while?

To Mult's words, Ray unwittingly asks. I also thought it wouldn't make a scene like this if I stayed hidden in the safe house...

"Then it's too late."

Mult returns words in remorse.

"Too late?"

"Oh. I also said a bit in a guy's workshop like Pamidor that Mr. Galahato gave instructions, simply put down, to take over the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Even in bulk with the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, there are naturally various factions inside."

It's all about protecting Bolnter from you.

and mult whining inside. Of course there's nothing like putting that in your mouth.

"Well, I guess so. If we had three humans, we could have a faction."

"Sort of. So, it's that faction... naturally it's not the current mainstream. Anyway, the mainstream are the ones who stick to Volnter and smoke sweet juice. He hates dirty imitations like that, and he wants to work for the city of Gilm."

"... are you there?

To Mult's words, Fron asks as if he had said it by accident.

Mult, who knows more than enough about the reputation of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce who employs him, snorts even with a bitter smile.

"For once, I'm here. Naturally, the numbers are overwhelmingly minority compared to mainstream or something."

"Then Non has lived in this city of Gilm for quite some time... but I don't remember hearing about their existence. There are a lot of bad rumors."

Brasso whines as he savors the liquor Ray gave him.

He was a mult looking jealously at how he drinks deliciously for a few seconds, but eventually shakes his head small and continues the conversation.

"That's right. Think about it. They're the ones who smoke sweet juice and they're trying to stop it, right? It's a little too much to say that repression... is basically cold handled in ways like being turned into idle jobs."

"... and you can't imitate how much Galahat cares about taking over the Azot Chamber of Commerce?

"Surely Ray is right on normal terms...... not everyone who belongs to the Azot Chamber of Commerce is the breathtaking thing about Bornter. No, it's more because there are so many of them near or around Bornter. The end of the organization is a bunch of businessmen who can call it normal goodness.... Otherwise, there's no way the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, with greedy men like Bornter in their ears, can make it this far safely, right? Most importantly, Bornter is strangely good at carrying things forcefully in Bornter, so it's not entirely incompetent..."

Mult goes on to say that that was one thing behind this with Ray.

"Then I guess there's a guy who's been cried out by scattered Bornter tyranny"

"You can't deny it. In fact, I've seen them several times since I was hired by the Azotto Chamber of Commerce."

It was a mult that told him so and sighed.