Legend

One case where Azimov was attacked and Slapenil's shoes stolen.

Corliss got caught up in it, even though it had nothing to do with it.

But it was Galahat, the head of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, who stopped Ray from trying to apologize to Corliss like that.

"Corliss, is a carriage important to a merchant?

"Yes."

To the words of Galahat, Corliss nods mysteriously.

In fact, the carriage travels loaded with more goods than it does as a merchant.

Exactly, as a merchant, it's true that carriages are something to protect no matter what you put down.

He said it was a huge loss to imitate that he would hide Slapenil's shoes in such a carriage and still not realize it.

Corliss accepts the words of Galahat.

Slapenil shoes weigh no different than regular shoes.

No, I can say it's obviously lighter than the shoes for adventurers where the metal Ray got made at the shoe store was planted.

Ray thinks it's more impossible to notice that because there are more such shoes in a single carriage, but neither of them seems to think so if they are supposed to be preaching.

"Uh, this is that one. He's pissed he didn't check for any anomalies before he moved the carriage."

That's what Mult tells Ray, who was looking at the Galahats with a strange look on his face.

"Do you check every time?

"Right. They say we should check it if we can. However, if you're actually traveling outside the guilds, it's common practice not to check that much when you're traveling around the city. Except when carrying heavy luggage."

Since this time it was a trip with some luggage from a place in the city, I guess Corliss didn't check it out either.

That is not a strange story in itself.

But if this happened for that reason, there would be no reason for Galahat not to pay attention to it as a meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce.

"Uh, Galahat. Keep it around. I don't know what I'm saying right now, but I don't think Collis has much to do with this one."

"... well. I let this matter go with the circumstances over here. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it.... because Slapenil's shoes are back and the Azot Chamber of Commerce has nothing more to think about. I just need to thank the guy who attacked Azimov."

The anger suppressed earlier by Vihera appears only for a moment.

Vikri, and. Mult, feeling that anger, stiffened his body.

Corliss didn't realize a moment of anger just for the merchant, and Galahat was the only former Rank B adventurer who apparently was able to tolerate Ray's anger much earlier.

For that reason, only a half-assed Mult reacted to Ray's anger.

"So, what do we do now? I don't know who planned this, but in the end, that opponent wanted to make Ray and the Azotto Chamber of Commerce hostile, right? Because I don't even think that's the end of the goal."

"... whether the main purpose is the Azot Chamber of Commerce or me, don't change your response"

In this case alone, we still do not know which was primarily targeted.

But if it were to be imitated in the same way as the second and third, it would be clear which one Ray or the Azot Chamber of Commerce was after.

(Most of all, even if the Azot Chamber of Commerce is being targeted... I'm not going to forgive you that easily though)

I cannot forgive myself for using myself, but above all I cannot forgive the very act of attacking Azimov.

It's not obvious what he thought over there and imitated like this one, but I was going to give him a proper thank you.

"We'll have to see how things go for a while now. Normally, if it's the Azot Chamber of Commerce and one adventurer, I'm trying to fit the Azot Chamber of Commerce without complaining..."

With a sigh, Galahat groans.

"I guess. This is going to be a tough one, because the adventurers involved are Ray."

It's not strange where and what resentment you're buying just Ray who can follow Griffon's Ceto and blow that alias to the surrounding countries.

Not to mention that some people will be resentful for no reason, and it's also true that Ray originally had an easy personality to make enemies of.

Given the area, it was still not possible to clearly determine which of Ray's or Azot's chambers of commerce the hostile opponents targeted.

"Seto, can't you follow the smell on Slapenil's shoes any further?

It's good that the killer hid Slapenil's shoes in the carriage.

But, naturally, he left the carriage afterwards.

I don't know exactly where Slapenil's shoes were hidden in the carriage, but if we can find that place with Seto's sense of smell, can we follow the behavior of the person who broke up with the carriage from there?

That's what I thought, Ray, but Seto is a little reticent to think about something... and eventually shakes his neck to the side looking sorry.

"Grrrrrrrr"

I didn't know why I couldn't keep up with the smell, but it was obvious there was no point in forcing it to do more than Ceto could.

(Normally, I guess we won't be able to follow in our own footsteps when this thing fails...... anyway, is there a way to mislead Seto into using his olfactory enhancement skills as well?

As far as normal thinking goes, I can't imitate that. But... what if it's an unusual way?

(Yes, you think it completely eliminates odors with magic items, for example? Or because it stinks...... yeah? Smells, smells)

Ray's back of the brain, past the face of Kakou I met in the winter.

A person who works in a store that sells perfumes, so to speak, an odor specialist.

Ray, who thought that Kakou might have a way to get rid of the smell altogether, thinks he'll go get his opinion later.

"Galahat meets! The guards are coming, what will you do!?

When Ray thinks about how to get rid of the smell, such a voice sounds inside the warehouse.

Everything on the spot turns a gaze to the voices heard in what was a serious situation.

There he was, not a gatekeeper...... but a man around twenty.

Wear leather armor with a long sword sheath at the waist.

He was a man of such a style as an adventurer to see.

In fact this man is an adventurer employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce, so that's not wrong.

"Guards? What can I do for you?

"Uh... yeah, maybe it's our fault. 'Cause I've been running all the way from Azimov's house."

"Amongst the aristocratic neighborhoods, huh?

Ray nods back to Galahat, who asks with a subtle expression.

It's true that there was blood on his head, but he should have thought and acted a little more... don't think so, but if he gave his opponent time badly, he could have run out of Slapenil shoes.

If the same thing happened, I would do the same thing again.

That's the kind of consciousness I had, but I still utter words of apology more than it's true that I bothered Galahat about this one.

"Sorry."

"No, that's fine. We still don't know if Ray was targeted in this case, or if the Azot Chamber of Commerce was targeted. More than that, it's also true that Ray moved quickly to solve it.... Just let the guards know about this one so you can come with me?

"Oh. I want to ask the guards something, too."

I've asked Marina to take Azimov somewhere she can feel safe before informing the guards.

If so, it is possible that the guards who came here know something about Azimov's condition.

Most importantly, I used high-quality potions to treat my injuries, so I'm not worried about my life.

But if we can hear what happened when Azimov was attacked, it could lead us to something.

Ray, who told him with that thought, heads with Galahat to the main entrance.

Apart from Ray, of course, so are the likes of Vihela, Büne, Seto, and Mult and Corliss.

Corliss in particular, though he had his own alarm, was totally just involved in this one.

With that in mind, it wouldn't be a strange story to want to know the circumstances at all.

(There was a lot of scattering in this case, but considering I was able to get along with Ray and the others, is that a plus on income and expenditure?)

It was a convoluted form of Corliss, but inside, he said this case was never just detrimental to him... no, he even thinks it was totally profitable to think of as a merchant, more than there was no real harm like this.

For that reason, the expression was Corliss calculating the profits he had made on this case backwards, but when he realized that Bune was looking at himself, he panicked and shook off his current thoughts.

Because it's the merchant who just doesn't wake up from falling, but if he was known to be thinking about something far-fetched in the current situation, he was sure it would be a lot of nasty.

It's Ray, the merchant in the guild who wants to make a handover.

If it turns out to be like cutting corner edges with your own big poka, that doesn't get a little shabby.

Especially since Ray thinks he did something wrong with Corliss in this case, he should have been able to make some accommodation when making a deal.

"What's wrong?

"Mmm."

To Corliss' words, Büne whines just one word and follows the Rays as they go.

Corliss had only a few doubts about how Beaune was doing... and still headed to the main entrance anyway.

Nearly twenty people welcomed Ray and Galahat, who came to the main entrance.

Some guards, some adventurers saw the Rays running towards this mansion.

Some other early-heared aristocrats who learned about Ray have sent him to gather information.

"To Mr. Galahat...... Ray? Eh, I've heard about Ray running off to the aristocratic city with great momentum..."

Some of the guards would be partitioning this case. A man in his forties or so squeaks as confused as he sees Ray and Galahat coming together.

(How about this, you haven't been informed about Azimov yet?

Ray is just a little sorry to hear about the person he's been talking to.

Most of all, it hasn't been that long since Ray and the others came to the aristocracy.

It is necessary to gather information using documents and messengers rather than having any means of communication such as telephone calls.

This time, however, there was no time to imitate that, nor did Marina know that the Rays jumped out of Azimov's house to the aristocratic district.

As a result, information is not well shared… I guess that's what made Ray sorry.

"Apparently, I've been worried, but as you can see, there's no problem. We had a bit of a problem with Ray, but we've already solved that, too"

I wanted to explain the situation to the guards if I could, Galahat, but it doesn't mean this case is still completely cleared up.

Where there are other people's eyes...... that's not how easy it was to give them their information while there might be someone else's hand who set up this case.

... but it will be necessary for the guards to be properly informed about this later.

"Really? There was a report that Ray ran through the aristocracy with great momentum, so this is how I came... well, if you're safe, that's more than anything."

As a guard, there was a commotion in a place like the aristocratic district… I guess I also wanted to avoid as much as possible that there would be a commotion where people like Ray would break out.

Also, each of the adventurers and private soldiers exhales a breath of relief.

Anyone who knows Ray's strength will have the same sentiment no matter who he is.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are you so relieved? What can you do to such a chick?

One of those watching like that tries to say something to stir Ray up for some reason... but soon he is forced to block his mouth by another who was nearby.

"I'm sorry, don't worry about this one. This is the guy who just came to Gilm and doesn't know anything about it."

To a man who told him like he was in a hurry, the gaze he could direct from his surroundings was a mixture of various colors, in such a way as fright, pity and sympathy......

That would be natural, too. No one thought I would imitate selling a fight to Ray on this occasion, because there were people who had the thought of not knowing the difference in strength, people who were smugly sympathetic that it was unfortunate to have such a colleague... and so on and so on.

"In the meantime, that means there's no problem, okay?

"Oh.... yes, I need to talk to you for a second, so can I just ask the guards to get inside the mansion for a little while?

To Galahat's words, whoever was leading the guards still nodded, even though he thought there was some trouble…