Legend

Reception room in the mansion of Bornter. So Bornter, currently the owner of the mansion, was facing one figure.

Volnter himself has an arrogant grin, as usual, but still reacts to things like the noise of destruction and anger he sometimes hears from inside the mansion. I guess that means just in case. One brilliant long sword was placed to see.

When I say old age, I'm not out of touch with physical drilling every day. If you try to be a Bornter, it's not such a hard story to wield one or two of the long swords. No, on the contrary, even compared to a runaway adventurer like a rank G adventurer, you would definitely be used to handling weapons first. There is only one bandit-style man behind Bornter, standing still, conscious to go through the knife at any time.

And behind the man sitting opposite Bornter, he covered his entire body, and two figures who couldn't even confirm his face stood up without a word.

"Oh, what's wrong? It seems strangely noisy today."

The person sitting across from Bornter opens his mouth and asks.

The person is a man in his 40s. It is lean somewhere and goes with hair that is tethered with a few beards and fat stretched out on the cheeks and jaws, giving the beholder the impression that it looks unhealthy. And what was leaking out of that mouth was a word that could be described as disrespectful, and he had some teasing attitude towards Bornter, who would be 20 years older than himself.

"... there is no problem. We're going to clean this up today."

In contrast, Bornter returns it small without even trying to change the man's attitude.

Yes. Bornter, who would have been more aware of his power than he would have been, said nothing to the disrespectful man's attitude.

"Heh. Then why did you call me? Because you might need this.... right?

Nitari, a man with a grin puts a vial on the table about his fingertips removed from his nostrils.

"... I did call you for a time, but it's only insurance because it's a time."

Having said that, Bornter's eyes were directed toward the vial placed on the table.

"No, I miss you. Have you been dating for more than 20 years since that drug I first created? Even after this drug, we've made improvements to it, and now it's something that we can already call something else."

"Huh, medicine? It's good to have that mouth."

"Medicine is medicine, isn't it? In the first place, I read that poison is also a medicine as the letter suggests. Just a little. Yes, it's just a little too powerful."

"Well, that bullshit of yours is the usual thing. So, so much...... no, how does the medicine work?

"In an experiment, a man of Rank D Adventurer's tenacity suffered for about 10 days after he was scratched by a scratch with my drugged knife, suffering, tormenting and unplugging. At the end of the day, I was called to heaven, begging you to kill yourself."

What came out of a man's mouth was so cruel that there was no more. But Bornter was listening to the man without changing his expression either.

"Huh, that abominable fool. I find it incredibly abhorrent that there is a blood connection between Non and even half of them."

"Ooh, ooh. You still used my work to pawn someone like that, didn't you?

"... I guess that abrasive blood caused it in the end"

"Really? Still, as a Rank B Adventurer, I think it helped a lot to raise the name of the Azot Chamber of Commerce."

"It only helped to that extent. It was somewhat helpful in the sense of giving the handles to the person in charge... but I can't even entrust the job behind it because my consciousness is stained with a sense of blue justice. Tenda also stands on her arm, but that makes her half as close to a war freak as she is."

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. I know you're making the most of it, but hey."

When the man told him so, the shadow in the cape behind the man gently approached him and whispered something in the man's ear, immediately returning to his original place.

"Really... too bad"

Unexpectedly, a man who alters his tone from his previous disrespectful demeanor. The word contained the sentiment that it was just as unfortunate as it sounded.

"... what makes you say sorry?

"'Cause, see. Don't you see? Mr. Volnter, I hear your proud adventurers have already been wiped out, haven't they?

"What!? You've assembled almost all the adventurers hired at the Azotto Chamber of Commerce. Apparently, that kid like Ray is coming, but the difference in power should still be overwhelming. Even the highest-ranked Galahat has no more elements to lose than being able to move around with injury!

"I have that, so it's a problem. And is it Ray? I heard rumors...... you sound like an adventurer with a lot of strength. At all, it is troublesome to say that no matter how much we collect, we cannot cope with quality. When this happens, it still only improves individual quality… No, that's possible to some extent with my medicine, so the question is, is it important to bring more people of minimum quality together?"

A man who walks inside his own world and squeals bumps about talking to Bornter and coming up with something.

Bornter opens his mouth again as he looks at it neglectfully.

"Shut up for a second. So, the adventurers who were really gathered at the mansion were defeated?

"Do you doubt my words?

"I guess that's natural. You're the one who told me you were wiped out, and you didn't confirm that. I mean, for now, we can assume you're talking cod."

A man who hears that word of Bornter and pulls his cheeks picky and cramped.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I just advised you, so it's okay if you don't want to hear that. Minas, Cold, I'm coming. I get caught up in the commotion when I'm here. Anyway, if there's anything in it for us, I'm sorry we got into a disturbance."

Minas, speaking to the two shadows wearing a robe called the Cold, he stood up the chair he was sitting in...... the next moment, the door of the reception room is opened.

Not by the hand of a man, but by the hand of another.

"Huh!?

Minas and Cold, realizing that, try to shelter the man silently and step forward. At the end of that gaze were a few shadows. It is a man in his 30s or so who is at the head of it, and decides that Minas is Galahat from information that was heard beforehand.

"... who?

But if you try Galahat, they cover your whole body with robes that you've never seen before. Unexpectedly asks, but immediately understands who the person in front of you is.

"Well, you're my brother's guests."

"Yeah, I am. I've had a lot of dealings with Mr. Volnter for a long time. I came here today with that intention, but I didn't even think I was in the middle of a house riot. So I'm going to let you go home with this today... okay? Did you say Mr. Galahat? You're not going to involve an unrelated third party in a home riot, are you?

Galahat nodding slightly frowning at the man who tells him to tease me somewhere.

"Naturally. If you're an adventurer who's working with my brother, I'm still not going to do this to a businessman."

That's what I said, a galahat that clears the way. The man who sees it smiles lightly and bows his head.

"I'm sorry. If Mr. Galahato becomes a member of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, he'll come back from me to say hello."

"Wait! You're leaving Noon here!

Just head over to the guy about to leave the room, and Bornter screams.

Try Bornter, if a man leaves here, only one bandit man is in the room as an escort. Of course, I remember my arms pretty well myself, but I still know that it's not enough to get along with the adventurers in front of me.

My life is over if they leave me here. Having so decided, Bornter yells at the man with anger in his dew.

"You've forgotten what you've done so far!

"Even if they say so, this is a home riot, isn't it? Then we..."

It's when a man talks that far. Until then, behind Galahat, Seto roared, behind Ray, who was about to come forward at times of need.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

As always, it's not a roar to raise when you're in a good mood. Even Bornter, who can't see Seto directly, accidentally stops moving in the roar as if a kind of anger had caged him.

(... not against Bornter?

Ray whines inside as he strokes Seto to calm him down. Seto's gaze is not directed at the invisible Bornter over the door, but at the middle-aged man, who is growing an insensitive mustache trying to get out of the room so that he is misplaced with Galahat.... No, it's suitable for two people who are wearing a robe on the man's side to make their faces completely invisible on the hood. Observe carefully the three of you as you tilt your neck at that look of Seto as if he's going to jump now.

Near such a ray, Multo manages to stand half-hipped instead of a cane on Ceto, who suddenly exposes his ferocity, arguably the nature of that rank a monster, and the two of them, Brasso and Fron, are also nervously stretching their faces.

Exactly instant. One guy in the air who sounds funny in the air that could be irrevocable if someone moves.

"Heh, Griffon? You've never seen the real thing before.... Hey, you're the rumored Ray, right? Give me this griffon if you like..."

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

"... you're not going to give it to me, yeah"

Seto roars half-heartedly the moment he releases his words. The man shook his shoulder and shaken his head unfortunately after all the hard work he had done to Seto.

(What? Why is Seto so vigilant about these guys? I saw him somewhere... Is there no reason? If Seto decides he needs to be vigilant, he can't forget anything. Then……)

Seto can understand Ray's words, but Ray can't understand Seto's. No matter how many Warcraft connections you say, all you can tell by that is a lot of cluttered will such as "hungry," "sleepy," "play," etc., and you just can't understand the details. Still, I open my mouth with my hands off the head I was stroking Ceto so I could wave the death size at any time, just because it is true that there is something dangerous because Ceto is on guard.

"Hey you guys... who the hell are you? It's not normal for Seto to be so vigilant."

"Um, whatever they say. We're nothing but Mr. Volnter's business partners, are we?

"... it looks like you're trying to abandon an important business partner for that split?

"I can't help it around here. We're dealing with the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, not Mr. Volnter himself."

(... Me "the guys"? I mean, is there someone behind this? Or are we the ones wearing those robes together? And even though I call him Volnter's trading partner, at the next moment I'll be around to tell him that the trading partner is the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Say belly or what)

"Bullshit...... Bullshit! Forget what you've done to me! In the first place, you started working in the city of Guild..."

"Can I say more here?

A man shrugs trying to block Bornter's words from saying something. And hear the words, reflexively breathtaking Bornter.

"Heh, that's interesting. I'm glad you could give me a minute around here?

I guess you thought Volnter talked about something he shouldn't have put out in his mouth if he was supposed to. Fron also looks at the men with interest and asks them again.

"I'm sorry, but there's just something like confidentiality. You can't give information to a third party like that.... Now, is it time? I'm sorry, but we're not free either."

"Well, don't say that. Apparently, you know a lot about Volnter's secrets.... especially with regard to the vials on the table there that make sense and care."

At the end of Ray's gaze is a reception set in the room. And it was a vial that was left on that table.

"Huh!?

Bornter must have noticed what Ray was looking at, too. I reach for the vial in a hurry.

And I guess I noticed that it was the behavior that made me unnecessarily suspicious. He grips the vial and then stares at Ray abominably.

"As you can see, there seems to be some translation. And..."

Turning his gaze toward Galahat, Ray, who nodded small and confirmed, protrudes the death-size pattern he had with his gaze toward the man.

The speed was not that fast. Alternatively, if the man had been an adventurer, there might have been nothing particularly wrong with him. A blow to that extent. But unfortunately, the man is not an adventurer, he cannot avoid the attack, and the tip of the Death Size pattern goes to the torso...

"Huh!?

On the verge of piercing, one of the shadows he was wearing in his robe, something jumps from the inside of the robe of someone called Minas, and takes a death-size pattern.

... Yes, a purple tentacle emerged from the inside of the robe.

Seeing it, Ray finally understood why Seto was wary of those in front of him. Because Ray didn't just say if it was still on his tentacles, he looked familiar.

Pull the Death Size pattern off the purple tentacles forcefully and whine.

"... the hand of the Bestian Empire"