Legend

Among the buildings in Gosh, in a temporarily splendid building...... in one of them Daridora listens to reports from his men drinking cold and cold water.

It's nearly forty degrees outside, but the room where Daridora is is is only about thirty degrees.

Of course it's still hot enough if you're normal, but Daridora is also in Gosh... someone born and raised in the desert.

The temperature of about thirty degrees was easy to enjoy, even just right.

"So? You're not interrupting Ray's behavior, are you?

"Yes, as you instructed, I haven't got my hands on anything...... are you sure? Wouldn't that be an obstacle to Master Daridora?

"Right. Speaking of whether it's a disability, it's definitely a disability. So much for the super."

"Then, even if we can't take it down... shouldn't we think of some way to kick it out of Gosh?

It was the word of a man who has served the Erema Chamber of Commerce since his predecessors, but Daridora instantly shook her head sideways.

"You shouldn't! Think that putting your hands on him means ruin!

He was usually Dalidra, who cares about being calm, but he tells his men that by inadvertently putting his strength into words.

I had some information on what Ray was like.

But... it was the advice of those who hired me to escort them that recognized Ray as a greater threat than that.

Even in this gosh with a lot of money...... no, my own escorts, collected from the Solrain country and surrounding countries as well.

Escorts worth just paying a fortune to hire, and the very fact that they were hiring such escorts was a great force for the Eléma Chamber of Commerce.

Hostile to the Eléma Chamber of Commerce, he said, would turn those escorts against the enemy.

It's not a joke or anything, Daridora has the realization that with her own escorts, it can even be easily destroyed if it's about the village.

That's all the adventurers I trust... even some of them were high-ranking adventurers called Rank B adventurers, and all of them said so.

That I should never be hostile to that person named Ray.

On the other hand, if you're hostile to Ray, pay the penalty, but let them quit the escort.

Just because you're hiring for high compensation, naturally the penalty will be huge as well.

That's what the escorts say it's better to clean up with money than lose your life.

Daridora can't force the battle on the words of the adventurers who trusted her strength.... but Daridora didn't think of anything more hostile to Ray than getting Ray's information.

Still, it was nothing but a shock that my escorts had said that way.

It was Daridora, who wasn't going to be hostile to Ray, but the words of the escorts make that determination stronger.

"... that's it, is it?

To his men's words, Daridora nods deeply.

"Yeah. As far as I'm concerned, he's got enough strength to even decide where the war is going on his own. Last year, the war between the kingdom of Mireana and the Bestian Empire... the battle was also mutual at first, such as the killing of 30% of the Bestian Imperial Army by his one activism"

"Become!?... such a thing... is it really possible?

Daridora goes on to say that she drinks up the water that is getting soaked up, to a man who tells her that, despite the word of the Lord, she is very incredible.

"Of course this would be an exaggerated rumor. But according to the information I gathered, it seems true that it acted in such a way as to determine the course of war."

"... are you human? That's what I hear rumors about dragons taking people's appearances..."

"Heh, is that a dragon? Well, some of the information I gathered was that they were using dragons... apparently it wasn't dragons, it was griffons"

To be precise, such rumors spread when they saw me with Yellow, a child of a species known as Black Dragon or Black Dragon.

If we had gathered more information about Elaine, a well-known alias among the kingdoms of Mireana, we might have been able to know that Elaine was using yellow as a demon... unfortunately, that information had not come under Daridora.

"Griffon, is it? Honestly, I've never seen a real Griffon before.... No way, I don't know..."

The man must have seen Ray walking with Seto. Squeeze and groan.

Looking only at the exterior, it looked very nostalgic, and I'm looking at the fact that I'm getting along with the merchants and escort adventurers in the Augusto merchant squad.

But... from a man's eyes, Griffon seemed like an incredible existence.

"Right. What's going on with the information over there? I think I gave Ray instructions to find out when he was leaving this gosh."

"Unfortunately, nothing so far. Can we hurry it up a little?

To the words of the man who asks, Daridora thinks a little and shakes her neck sideways.

"No, let's not. I think Ray is sharp because he has an alias. If you let them go, they'll know you're the one who's here."

"So to the extent that the information over there doesn't force you... just like usual," he said?

Daridora nodded at the man's words, and for a while it was up to him to decide what to look like against Augusto and Ray.

At the Guild counter in Gosh, the receptionist immediately gets a convincing look, even if it breathes a moment of surprise when she sees what is in front of her.

That's where it's made of sand serpent... because it was a folded skin.

It is the skin of a sand salpent about five meters long - although Ray crushed his head, so it is practically four meters long.

That's the size of the skin, but it folds beautifully so I was able to get it on the counter somehow.

Naturally, the existence of a Rank C monster is rare, but the receptionist knows that it is a rank B adventurer of aliases, Ray the Deep Red, who is in front of him.

You'd be surprised if the adventurers in this city had sand serpent material for you.

Gosh adventurers, with the exception of some, are never extraordinary.

Part of this is that most adventurers are employed by the Eléma Chamber of Commerce, and very few are purely Gosh native adventurers and masters.

"Sandserpent material, is it? Please wait a moment."

Because Ray was the one who told him yesterday that he was deeply red, the receptionist would be ready to start assessing the buyout as soon as he returned from the mess, and would ask Ray just in case.

"So, is the only material in the sand serpent the skin?

Sites such as meat, guts, and bones are also useful as materials.

Some parts of the gut in particular produce poison, which is in great demand as poison against monsters.

Also, you can buy out parts like fangs, eyeballs, tongues for quite a bit... unfortunately, that one had been smashed away with Ray's unleashed dusk spear.

"Uh, yeah. I want to keep the meat over here for Seto to eat, but I can sell the bones and guts. I blew my head off, so I don't have any material to do with it."

"Phew, blow it up... is that right? Ok. If it's a material we can buy, we can buy it."

"It's a little hard to take out bones and stuff here... can I just keep it out?

"No, I'm sorry, but can I ask you to come to the warehouse? It would help if you let me out there."

Nodding at the receptionist's words, Ray moves on.

Such two figures take away their gaze as a matter of course for those in the Alliance.

Jealousy, vision, dissatisfaction, favor, curiosity...... Ray and the receptionist leave the guild with various gazes.

... I can tell you that some of those who are pointing their gaze at jealousy have feelings about acting with the receptionist instead of some of Ray's strengths are guild.

Because the receptionist is basically hired to favor the adventurer.

"I envy you. I want to be in that position, too."

When one mutters dissatisfied, an adventurer who was nearby opens his mouth with a bitter smile.

"Then you can take down Sandsapent by yourself, just like that guy. It's easy, isn't it?

"Ha! Can a normal person do that? This is Rank D Adventurer, right? There's no way you can beat a sandserpent at the top of a rank C monster if you fight at a party."

"If you don't have enough strength, you just have to raise it. Failure to try. So that guy... it's ugly to be jealous of someone like Mr. Ray, huh?

"Oh?"

The man, said to be jealous and ugly, stares at the man who has spoken to himself in an unpleasant manner.

But the man with his gaze looked back at the man without looking frightened at all.

It hasn't been that long since I became an adventurer, I should be overwhelmingly stronger myself, but for some reason I can't be strong with the man in front of me.

I could understand that such an imitation would definitely allow me to interact.

Until a few days ago this adventurer, too, may not fit the very ordinary expression...... but he was an adventurer with as many of them around.

He was a motivated, aggressively requested, newbie adventurer who nevertheless had no notable ability... but the change in the man's appearance was due in large part to the fact that he saw the Battle of Ray up close.

On my own...... on the contrary, I wouldn't win it in the end with my buddies partying. Rank C Monster, Sandserpent.

When it appeared in front of me, I was even ready to die.

But... I ended up saying that the readiness had absolutely nothing to do with it, and a blow by Ray made it meaningless.

A lightly finished ray of sand serpents that will be at the top of the rank C monsters.

As a newbie adventurer, I couldn't have told him not to admire the way it looked.

And it was the sand thieves who attacked us using sand boarding that was the deciding factor in determining a man's consciousness.

Ray's submissive griffon rang, and only then did the sand thieves become immobile.

The man who wanted to be like Ray like that and wondered how he could be, decides to go strong on anything anyway.

I would have liked to use a dusk spear-like long one that killed a big sickle or sandserpent like the death size Ray had, but I can't afford that to a guy who just bought a long sword a while ago.

We decided to do something about that area later, and now we should have given priority to getting stronger with a crusade request anyway.

"Shit."

Seeing a man like that, the adventurer man, who was jealous of Ray, leaves.

Dropping it off, the man looked to the request board to find the most challenging request he could even take.

(To an adventurer like Mr. Ray, I'll be one day, too. absolutely let it be)

This adventurer, who yearns for the younger boy, has had various experiences after this...... in the future he will ascend to the highest rank B adventurer in the Gosh.

"Well, we did complete the receipt of the material. Here's the price."

Ray, who receives a bag mixed with gold and silver coins from the receptionist, keeps looking at the contents and stores it in the mistering.

"Mr. Ray!? Um, so... is it okay to check the contents?

"Oh, because I trust the guild. And if you imitate something that's deceptive, you're going to do the right thing."

The receptionist breathes only for a moment into the gaze that can be directed from under the hood.

Sometimes the gaze that was pointed at me was sharp, but I didn't know why any more, because something cold ran on my spine.

The receptionist hurriedly nods back at Ray as he stares at himself.

"Of course it is. Isn't that supposed to be an imitation? Let me handle this properly."

"If you do, I'll be able to sell the material with confidence."

"In that matter...... there was no such thing as Demon Stone in the material...... I heard about the crusade proof site being wiped out with the head, what happened to Demon Stone?

I knew what the receptionist was after to try to change the subject, but Ray also returns the word by deciding I needed to say the matter.

"My hobby is collecting demon stones. One for preservation and one for ornamental use respectively. So demon stones basically can't sell unless the monster you defeated is the third one"

"... ha. Collect Demon Stones, huh? Uh, the... you have a noble hobby. Hobbies are hard for others to understand."

Though he manages to delude himself, there was no mistake that the receptionist thought Ray's hobby was not common... like a freak.