Legend

A battle that took place near the stables behind the wheat pavilion at dusk, which is not even a battle. It was Vetman, the person who leads the armed merchants currently staying at the wheat pavilion at dusk, who showed up in front of the Rays worried about what to do with the four supposedly adventurers on the side of the Azot Chamber of Commerce who passed out after it was over.

"It was noisy, he said... but I didn't mean to make it so much noise."

Ray turns his gaze somewhere alert, though he doesn't have the death size he was holding already.

"Well, we have people of all sorts of abilities. A little more than that, but let me talk to you. Can I help you if you like? That's not to say, of course, it doesn't provide the power to Rays."

"... what's the purpose?

"I don't have any particular purpose for this. But this is how I got to know an awesome adventurer around the corner. I wanted to make sure that we got on the edge here. … in short, an upfront investment."

"Awesome, hey"

Chirali, and Ray looking to Brasso and Fron.

... At that time, Mult looked subtly dissatisfied that he was not made to look at, but there was just nothing like putting it in his mouth in this situation.

"No. Neither do you two, but you're what I call an amazing adventurer, Mr. Ray. You two are certainly veteran adventurers and will have plenty of experience. But from what I can see, you're the one with the most arm in this."

Even with a grin, Vetman turns a sharp gaze. While taking that gaze head-on, Ray flaunts his shoulder small.

"I'm still a Rank D Adventurer. It hasn't been a year since I was promoted, either."

"It is my decision to say that rank is certainly a guide to seeing the strengths of adventurers, but still not an absolute assessment. Well, I'm aware that you're a minority in the world. In the first place, it's a strange story that people with monsters called Griffon don't have the strength."

Chirali, and Vetman, who gazes at Seto, who is sitting heavily on Ray's side. It should be said that even if you look at the existence of saying griffon with its eyes, it keeps you calm. Those who have now appeared with Vetman are stretching their bodies and turning their gaze to Griffon.

Watching that happen, Fron and Brasso, who had been watching the conversation for a long time, look at each other and converse silently.

That is, whether or not I can believe the person in front of me.

And eventually you come to a conclusion, Brasso opens his mouth.

"Ray, that doesn't mean you're actually going to be in the fight, so what do you say we get some help here? Speaking of Vetmans, I know a lot about them. They're amazing merchants. I didn't mean to deceive Nong and the others."

Those who are made up of armed merchants of great skill and travel from the border to the border rather than a relatively safe place like Wang Du. Those who, as they say, are armed merchants, hire little escorts, but have nevertheless been doing so for over 10 years. Naturally, the name of Vetman was well known among the adventurers. Especially in the city of Gilm, situated on the edge, anyone who says he is an adventurer or merchant but doesn't know his name can say Mogri.... or someone like Ray who doesn't have enough modern common sense.

Anyway, I turn my gaze to the four adventurers who are falling to the ground listening to Brasso.

"Then you are, will you keep an eye on these four? He can't kill me for any reason, and when I let him go like this, he's going to turn to the enemy again soon."

……

Close your eyes to think for a few seconds and eventually nod small when you open your eyes.

"Okay. It's cheap to that extent. Well, they'll keep an eye out in our room, too. How long exactly?

"Right...... probably not until about tomorrow, but if I'm going to be late I'll put someone in touch. That's all right, right?

"Ah, oh. No matter how long it takes, I think we should manage to fit in by tomorrow."

Vetman nods with a good-looking grin of a person when suddenly he sees the mult who was told the story answer as somewhat panicked.

"Then by saying so. It's nice to be able to connect with the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, which is partitioning the arms trade in this city of Guild. Whatever the inconvenient business we've had here for a while... no, I can't help but tell you."

It was Ray who was somehow convinced by the bitter Vetman why he would help.

Given Bornter's character, a fair deal would not have taken place first. It was easy to predict that it was also impending a forceful deal, like looking under the other person's feet. I want to make a mutually beneficial deal with each other instead of having a return on that interest or just one of them. I guess that's the idea.

"Well, I somehow see why you're cooperating. But I can't promise you that I'm gonna facilitate the deal because you helped us out here, but you don't mind?

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. I didn't even ask you to do anything convenient. What I expect is a fair deal."

"... right, though?

and Ray looks at Mult and asks.

"... Huh? Why did you come to me there?

"No, in the first place, you're officially employed by the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, and you're probably the only one who can be described as one of Galahat's men. I'm just in a position where Volnter's after me in the first place, and I'm just totally caught up with two guys, Brasso and Fron."

It was a mult that was taken away from me, but I return it to me with that word of Ray.

"With that said, is that so? I'm sure I'm in a position to say so in this.... Uh, Mr. Vetman. I've heard a lot about you guys. Including the fact that the policy of sparing no effort for those living on the periphery didn't bother Bornter and he did a lot of things. I do not think that if Mr. Galahat were to be the representative of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, he would feel compelled or forced to do so, as he has done before, but I cannot firmly promise that either. Since Mr. Galahat has no knowledge of moving the Chamber of Commerce at all, it is basically up to the members of the Chamber who are cooperating with Mr. Galahat in this disturbance to discuss and decide. So if I could, I'd just have to report to Mr. Galahat that you guys helped me... is that okay?

"Yes, of course. Instead, selling favors forcefully to you here is a push for favors. That kind of business is out of business."

"Then... please"

Mult bowing his head to Pecori and Vetman. With an unexpected look on its mult for a moment, he smacks his shoulder with a small grin.

"I've been entrusted. Well, then, you must come out of the way. … but please make sure you never lose. That said, I helped you. If this wins, we'll have to make a deal that's seen under our feet more than ever."

"... then why don't you do everything you can to help us, not just keep an eye on them? As far as how these guys are concerned, they're selling more names than that, right? That's why I think we'll be treated favourably in the upcoming deal."

Vetman shakes his head with a bitter smile at Ray's question, which can be taken for granted in a way.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that. We are pedestrians, not mercenaries. Even if they say it's an armed merchant, it's only for self-defense. Because they are not mercenaries who use force as a commodity. As you may think, this is an absolute promise in our merchant corps. Or a code, you might say. If we were attacked, there's no way the head of the merchant squad would break it himself."

Right now, it's the man who keeps walking on the path he decides to take without ever going off. That's what Ray decides. He bows his head small.

"Well, I'm sorry. Even though I didn't know how you guys behaved, I'm afraid I'm forced to."

"No, never mind. Because from other people's point of view, it's what makes you look like an idiot. In fact, some of them are half merchants, half mercenaries. That just so happens to be our decision.... and we'll take care of the four people who are down there before you do. Please move on. … I will carry them."

Speaking out to the people who stood behind me with the last word, the Vetmans take the four people who are sneering down small back to the inn. After dropping off that back, the gaze of the three Rays and Seto is directed toward Mult.

"... well, let's go"

Nodding at Mult's such voice, the line followed the wheat pavilion at dusk.

"That's just dark."

Fron shrugs as he hurries to walk near Slam Street.

I'm headed to a whole house where Galahat is lurking on Mult's guide, but whatever the apparent street has so-called evening platforms such as various shops, liquors and whorehouses, this is close to a slum. Naturally, the people who live there are not rich either, so when it came to the lights, it was only the moonlight that illuminated the autumn night sky.

(... even in different worlds, the moon doesn't change in one)

Ray unexpectedly looks up at the moon and whines inside. It doesn't matter if there are two or three moons because they are different worlds... or if they are purple or green, Ray's looking up is nothing different from the moon he saw on Earth. No, the experts may see a lot of differences, but Ray, who was a country high school student, couldn't understand the difference.

"Damn, I'd just like to run if I could."

Mult squeaks as he tongues.

"Don't be impotent. You're the only one who knows the safe house in the first place, and only that lord runs and leads by himself? In the Lord's arms, if an adventurer from the Azotto Chamber of Commerce attacked you, you'd be able to fight it."

"Gu......"

Mult with words jammed by Brasso poking a star at her.

Of course Mult is also a Rank D Adventurer who is said to serve one person. Quite an arm stands, and most importantly, I don't feel like losing to the Rank D adventurers around there any more than they are trained by Galahat.

(Become a general Rank D adventurer, na)

You'd be following yourself. Ray's figure passes the back of your brain.

Same Rank D Adventurer as myself. That's also someone who has ranked up at speed since the beginning of the city of Gilm. That strength won't be something like rank D already. Anyway, when Ray turned to Bornter for the murder, he couldn't help but sit back and watch in silence.

(... wait. And even though it wasn't directed directly at the killer that I couldn't speak the language, and Bolnter who got that killer from the front didn't normally... doesn't that mean Bolnter had more guts than I did?

Somehow I think that way inside, and I shake my head in a hurry.

"Sure, Mr. Galahato is the only Rank B adventurer employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce, but Rank C and Rank D are quite numerous. If you think about it, I'm pretty sure it's suicide going on my own."

Aren't you inferior in terms of bravery than you are in Bornter, which came to mind? Mult grumbling to shake off the idea that.

To that appearance, Brasso nods as he walks after Mult through the darkness.

"You just need to know.... More than that, the Adventurers employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce have already defeated nearly 10, but then there are just over 30 of them. Do you have any idea what their rank is?

"I don't know exactly, but mostly. There is little rank C, and there is not that much D either. It's the E and F guys that are the main ones. Exactly, considering the possibility of a fight, you could see no G or H."

Mult explains as he walks down the path of a moonlight-only night. Fron tilts his neck small as he hears that explanation.

"What does that mean? You mean you guys and Seto knocked you out near Pamidor's workshop, or the guys who attacked Seto at the wheat pavilion at dusk, that was a pretty important force if you look over there?

"Oh, don't be. There must be a small number of bandits."

"Grrrrrrrr?"

I guess I was curious because my name came up. Seto leans his little neck as he walks down the night lane and rings in the back of his throat.

There is no confusion that you are walking in the darkness of the night at the foot of just what you should call a griffon at night.

"Nothing. I mean, you were good at it."

I'll gently stroke Seto's back like that, Fron.

"Gru."

Mult also feels the excessive tension unwind as he watches Seto sound in an upper mood in the back of his throat.

It was a line walking down the night lane that way, but eventually a cabin came into my eyes that looked familiar to that gaze. It's pretty old at first glance and looks like no one lives there anymore. But the contents have been repaired quite a bit, so the building isn't as bad as it looks.

"... that's it"

That was the cabin where Galahat was hiding himself.