Legend

Description Mult was doing in Ray's room. Ray opens his mouth listening to that explanation.

"So what are we going to do now? In the first place, I knew the guys who were being turned around for that idle job would support Galahat, but how do you take it from there?

"Well, in brief, I guess it ends up being eliminated by force. Originally, it is best to root for those who work at the Azot Chamber of Commerce and gradually expand Mr. Galahat's power. Few of those who had been turned into idle jobs knew the details of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, and few did not know the relationship between Bornter and Mr. Galahat."

"But bye. As far as your lord's concerned, you've always been an adventurer to say Galahat, haven't you?

accidentally take your mouth off the glass and Brasso asks.

Mult nodding at the question.

"Oh, yeah. Otherwise, you won't be able to get to the top of Rank B."

"Then, if the Galahat became the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce... can we properly run the Chamber of Commerce?"

"... right, if you ask me. It's true that he hasn't been involved in the management of the Chamber of Commerce since he was born. If a guy named Galahat asks him if he can move the Chamber properly, even if he overcomes Volnter and takes over the Azotto Chamber of Commerce..."

Fron snorts at Brasso's words. Bornter, who has run the Azotto Chamber of Commerce so far, though. But Galahat is only an adventurer and not a merchant. Naturally, there can be no experience in running one of the leading chambers of commerce in the city of Guild, like the Azot Chamber of Commerce.

Can we successfully move the Azot Chamber of Commerce to say that such a person is partitioning arms deals in the city of Gilm, where there are many adventurers? He was Fron with that question in his mouth, but Mult just nods that he has no problem.

"Surely Mr. Galahat is not a merchant. But since I've been employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce ever since I became an adventurer, I'm more familiar with the inside of the Azot Chamber of Commerce than the merchants around here. Besides, it's not like Bornter, who is only a representative of the Azot Chamber of Commerce and is now meeting. It seems that essentially what drives the Chamber of Commerce is a consultative system of merchants who support themselves."

(Is it a kind of democracy?... hopefully it won't be crowd-foolish politics or something)

What came to Ray's mind when he heard Mult's words were the Japanese politicians he once lived with. No, rather those who can be described as politicians rather than politicians. Traffickers who shake their tails and rub against other countries that benefit them more than their own interests, who, as politicians, of course, have to question them as politicians.

I shake that idea right off past the back of my brain. Because this is not Japan where I was already.

"Well, anyway, you can assume that Galahat's takeover of the Azot Chamber of Commerce like this won't disrupt the city of Gilm or anything?

Ray shakes his head small as if to shake off his inner thoughts and asks Mult.

"Oh. Naturally, there won't be any confusion, but it's still a bare minimum. Anyway, it's an employee who doesn't obey himself that the Bolnter bastard was turning to idle duty. And most of the employees are the ones who said no to the Azotto Chamber of Commerce because they decided that it would be useless. It should be good enough for you."

"Then maybe we should just go to the safe house where Galahat is."

The gaze of the faces in the room concentrates on Ray, who shrugged.

Among other things, Fron opens his mouth on his behalf.

"Why? Well, I know we should hurry, but now it's night. I don't suppose you'd mind tomorrow? No, I'd rather be the one who hires bandits."

"I don't think he's shaping. For example, even if it was a group that pushed me to this inn earlier, it would be the people the Azot Chamber of Commerce gathered in an effort to get the numbers together anyway. Even now, even if it's an elephant, they hire them. If this is tomorrow to take action, the Volnter to Galahat battle ratio will be bigger, right? Even if most of the other power is miscellaneous fish like a chimp earlier, the numbers are power. You'd better move fast, considering that.... Mult, Galahat talked about pulling down Bornter by force, but how much war do you guys have?

"Among the adventurers employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce, considering the guy with the experience helped by Mr. Galahat or admiring Mr. Galahat's character...... 30% optimistic. If you do it badly, I think it's about 10%."

"I mean, surely it's 10% of what makes it a force of war? What's the exact number of people?

"Around five people."

Ray gives an unexpected look of surprise to Mult's words.

At about 5 in 10 percent, the Azot Chamber of Commerce employs nearly 50 adventurers in simple calculations.

"I knew the Azot Chamber of Commerce was huge, but I didn't know it was carrying so many adventurers... that's just unexpected."

Brasso also gets a surprise look, just like Ray.

"Can we think of the 20% to be added if you're optimistic as feeling like a kind of neutrality?

"Well, you are. I'm in a situation where I have to work with Bornter under a number of other circumstances, but I feel like I'm on Mr. Galahat's side."

"Hmm, you should think of it as out of combat if you can't count for sure. You might want to move as fast as you can, if you do have that much power difference. If you lose by number, and you lose by the speed at which you take action, you won't win. Speaking of what we're winning..."

Fron's gaze is directed towards Chirali and Ray.

That strength, seen in Harpy's crusade request, never fitted into the rank D or so. Considering that you follow the Griffon's Ceto of Rank A Monster, the overall strength is no less than that of a Rank A Adventurer.

And most importantly, the beginning of this commotion is also Ray. Given that, there would be no hands that would not use this non-standard force of war.

"Which Michiray is sure to get caught up in this commotion.... or are you already involved enough considering the stories you've been going around to Pamidor? Then it would be better for everyone to incorporate it into the war and change generations of the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Naturally for me and Brasso."

Anyway, we just partied with Ray and got a request, and we're pretty sure we're gonna get caught up in it. Besides, I have an idea of doing something about the reputable Azot Chamber of Commerce to better ventilate the city of Gilm a little bit.

"So let's just get to a place where a guy like that galahat is hiding. It's a battle against time from here on out. The sooner we move, the less power the Azotto Chamber of Commerce will have."

Fron gets up talking and pulls Mult's arm forcefully on the bed to get him up.

"Ah, oh. Ok......"

Pushed by its force, it takes out the Halvard and leather armor that Ray had stored inside the mysteries in a mult that would crumble and snort.

"Look, if we're going to go, we have to at least gear up. It still looks fine now, but after rendezvous with Galahat, I'm sure it'll be a battle first."

"This is mine... oh well. I'm sure Ray had an item box."

"Congratulations, you forgot? I guess this caused Bornter to greed and make this noise in the first place"

Ray with a slightly dazed gaze. To escape such Ray's gaze, Mult wears the leather armor he was given.

Looking at those two, Brasso stands up, sooner or later, drinking what had been the last drink. Even though it's smaller, I haven't been a little drunk drinking up one barrel's worth of booze because I'm a Dwarf resistant to booze, or because I'm a Brasso?

"So, where's the safe house with the galahat after all?

"It's a cabin down the back street. I don't think there's anything to be found first because there's no one near me that's just pretty old."

He was a mult who answered Fron's question while wearing leather armor, but tilts his neck when he sees Ray slightly frowning when he hears that answer.

"What's going on?

"No, it's an old, less people-friendly cabin where Galahat's hiding, isn't it?

"Oh. It doesn't look like much, at least. There are preserved foods hidden so that you can live for a few days with regard to the contents, and we work with a lot of money."

"... oh, I see"

Fron nodding as he was convinced by Mult's words.

"I mean, Ray's worried that people aren't really close to that cabin,"

"Oh. The exterior is old...... or if it's lame, people will certainly be hard to get close. But that's why orphans and slums could dive in. And from there, there's the possibility of information flowing to the Azot Chamber of Commerce."

For once in this city of Gilm, Dusker governs what can be called good governance, but there is nevertheless something called slum. No, it's a city of guilds on the edge, but we have to spend money on defense, and we're going to be left behind.

"... I see. I'm not sure that's possible."

"Yeah, I think we'll probably be fine with that. Mr. Galahat has been helping and turning jobs around with the slums. I have a lot of trust from you."

He was a mult to say as he finished wearing leather armor and checked on Halvard, but Fron flaunted his shoulders small on the words.

"Orphan them, slam them, live the day, so it's the best you can do. Speaking of which people value money or in-laws... Well, of course some people value in-laws, but I still think more people fall for gold if they say one way or another."

"... sounds like you should hurry a little"

Squirting, Ray opening the door to the room. Fron and Brasso then followed, as did Mult, who was ready.

And as the four of them descend the stairs, they eventually hear a busy voice coming from the diner.

"I would have liked some more booze too."

He was a brasso looking toward the dining room with envy, but then he was swung down by a long sword with Fron in his sheath to his head.

"You opened one barrel in Ray's room and it's still not enough! Damn, this is why Dwarf..."

"Ouch! Fron, your lord is the good one, isn't he? Hit Noon in the head every time. At least hit him with your hands, with your hands. Even though he stays in the sheath, who beats him with a sword!

Brasso complaining while keeping his head down, but Fron laughs with his nose.

"If I hit your stonehead with my bare hands, my delicate hands would get hurt."

"What a delicate hand. A man with delicate hands is no warrior."

It was already a familiar exchange for Ray, but I didn't mind if I made it my first mult to see it.

"Hey, Ray. You're sure you're going to stick it into a vortex of commotion, but can those two stay in a fight?

Mult asked Ray softly, but Ray, wearing a dragon robe and hooded, nodded that he had no problem changing his expression.

"I'm short on dating, too, but it's the usual thing for those two. It would be better than nervous and dull movements."

"No, but I do. If you get broken up at times..."

"So like I said now, it's not about breaking up or anything, it's about the usual twitching. You'll lose as much as you care."

"... I hope Ray says so, but I'm sure you're really okay with that?

"Yeah, I can see it. We're both Rank C adventurers. I have the right arm."

With that conversation, we take the stairs down to the first floor of the inn and head to the exit outside.

"Oh, are you out?

You must have found four people leaving the inn, Lana comes out of the dining room and asks.

Each of the Rays was armed and it was obvious that it was a noisy business, no matter what you might think, but the tone was the same as usual.

"Oh. A little to the guy who sent those guys over earlier."

"Really? Well, take care and go."

He is dropped off by Lana, who bowed his head to peck, and the four leave the inn.

I also hear something like a lively laugh from the diner who is banqueting because of Ray's luxury, leaving the wheat pavilion at dusk with that cheer on his back.

Only Brasso looked to the dining room with some envy.