Legend

After the Rays left, Precious's appearance was again in the building.

However... the atmosphere currently prevailing in the room had changed considerably from before the Rays arrived.

First, the man who was with Precious as Slain's shadow fighter is so tired that he can see it.

I didn't do anything to Ray in particular.

Lightly... yes, we just talked really lightly, but it still seems like this.

Not to mention that those who were around Ray as escorts for this building finally had the same atmosphere as standing.

"That one... with an alias..."

Who was it that whined so?

If you're the opponent around there, there's nothing that would make you so tired to the point of facing each other.

But if the other person is Ray with an alias, the story is different.

It took a lot of energy to endure, even if the pressure and killings emanating from Ray are people in the back society who are used to rough things, just people who usually fight high-ranking monsters.

"... what do you say? That's who you were watching sweetly."

Slain tells Precious in front of him as he sits in his chair.

Precious had no choice but to smile bitterly at Slain, who said so sweetly.

"To be honest, it was more than I expected... but still, it doesn't change what I have to do. Could you please turn your hand around to Mr. Tris?

"Wait."

To Precious's words, Slain pinches words instantly.

And what's up? And to the look of Precious looking at himself strangely, the person in front of him says that he is serious... Ray shows up and understands that he has stabbed the nail but is still trying to be hostile.

"You, are you serious? Are you seriously gonna turn that ray on the enemy and still act on it? If you haven't been suspected yet, fine. But as far as what's going on over there, you're obviously suspicious, aren't you?

"I guess so. In the first place, Mr. Tris must have told Mr. Ray that I was suspicious....... but don't worry. Of course, I'm not thinking of turning Mr. Ray against the enemy either."

Even in Precious's eyes, it's too much to say that Ray is a kind of abnormal person... but I could still understand that he is someone who lives in a completely different way than I am.

I don't want to deal with people like that and imitate them bothering to get their hands off me.

Besides, there's no particular need to lay hands on Ray if he stays that way.

"No!"

But Slain screams to block such precious thoughts.

There it is, fear.

If it had been until yesterday...... no, if it had been only a few hours ago, I wouldn't have disagreed so far when I heard Precious would still be getting his hands on Tris.

But now it doesn't taste good.

Because Ray figured out who we are.

If we're going to be hostile to Ray badly in the current situation, we'll figure ourselves out as enemies to be defeated immediately.

And Ray's mercy on the hostile opponent is not the first thing.

To the extent that I got tangled up in Ray and sold the fight, I might get hurt but I wouldn't even need to worry about my life.

But... not this time.

We are aware of our existence in the earlier case.

If we're going to antagonize Ray in this situation... if that's also known over there about the raid on the alchemist, it's definitely coming.

Called Deep Red, even an army and someone with enough power to fight each other is going to kill us.

In such a situation, I'm not very sure I can do something about it, though.

That's why I screamed to block Precious' words.

"I was hostile to Ray. That's good. You didn't recognize us yet. But... not now. Not very much, but we can't show movement in this situation."

"... why? I'm not setting you up with Mr. Ray, am I?

"I'm not talking about that anymore.... Damn, don't you get it? All we can do now is withdraw from this place immediately. Without Ray managing to find me... no, from what I've just seen, I wouldn't be able to get my hands on it if I'd still found him now"

Slain thinks he should leave the guild soon.

If it was meant to be, I would have asked Precious to introduce us to his… and our employer, and on top of that I was going to leave the guild with the reward for this incident… hostile to Ray, and even more still not hanging out with someone trying to get their hands on Tris.

If we keep acting together with Precious, we will be caught in ruin.

I'm absolutely sorry about that.

It is unfortunate to give up the introduction of new places of employment by Precious, but it is absolutely unacceptable that we should continue to fall into despair together.

Not to mention, if it stays that way, my people could get involved in it.

"Mr. Slain? What are you talking about? Then it's like..."

"Oh. I'm leaving the gilm. If I could, I'd still like to leave the guild today..."

"Brother, that is all kinds of unsavory. Because I have commitments with other organizations."

It was the man who stood in front of Ray as a shadow warrior who called Slain his brother.

To the words of such a man, Slain scratches his head to hide his frustration when he knows it.

"I know. Besides, some guys want to leave the guild with me. Besides, it's gonna take a while for the guy who's sending him elsewhere to come back."

It was Slain's intention to rely on Precious's handover to leave the guild, but there was no reason for him to leave it as it was, beyond loving things and being about to leave the guild with himself.

To be honest with Slain, I didn't think what I liked and with myself... but I still can't leave someone admiring me.

(Not to mention that I've clearly become hostile to Ray this way.... even the table wasn't meant to be hostile.)

I knew we were being targeted by Ray about Azimov.

But still, we were lucky enough to mislead the smell with the magic items we had previously obtained, so we didn't expect to know about ourselves.

Nonetheless, Precious tried to do something about you by burning his hands at Tris' behavior... so much so that Slain shook his neck sideways.

(No, there's no way this guy would think about that much. In the first place, if we have business, there's no need for him to go out like this. Because I knew this guy was gonna involve me a lot more from the start, or what?)

I don't know how that feels.

Precious bringing a lot of personnel, but this is still a guild.

The fact that Tris has established a branch has meant that this is within Tris' sphere of influence.

Beyond that, it is also difficult for me to gather my strength in the territory of the Spiel Chamber of Commerce.

Of course you can hire people like other chambers of commerce, adventurers, mercenaries.

But if you imitate that to a large extent, Tris will find you.

I guess that's why we hired people from the back society like ourselves.

If you're a person in the back of society, it's harder to discover than to hire adventurers.

That's good. Fine... coming to Slam Street with dignity in a situation suspected by Ray was unacceptable to Slain.

I mean, he told me to stay crumbly involved.

I guess that's what I thought it was.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to go along with your suicide. That's all this has to do."

"... Are you sure? Cutting hands with me here also means about the references I promised..."

"Oh, I know"

For Precious, a letter of introduction to Slain was equal to a trump card.

It is because of this trump card that Slain also cooperated in this case to carry out the means of the Azimov raid.

Pretend to bump Ray with the Azot Chamber of Commerce and show him that the Spiel Chamber is involved in it.

As a result, Tris took responsibility… the purpose was to thank God he would then sit in a cauldron.

But the hand I use to do this is trying to get away from me.

Of course, the Slains are not the only warriors Precious was watching.

It builds a certain force in the slums of Gilm, but it's not the only one.

There are several other groups with the same forces and forces.

But still, Precious had a connection with Slain because Slain is the most honest... and if you say so, he weighs in on benevolence.

Few people in Slam City behave like deceiving or killing the person who came to ask for something.

In that sense, Slain, who executed the contract properly, was invaluable.

In the sense of force, that is what many brought when Precious came to the Guild.

Talents from orphanages taken over from their fathers and others obtained by various handouts.

But such people are an important force of war for Precious and are not as disposable as they can be.

That's why I came to Slam Street looking for a force that could be disposable this way.

For that Precious, this way Slain walking away from himself was something he should have managed to prevent.

Determining that the letter of introduction alone cannot be helped as it is, Precious places the fist-sized leather bag removed from his nostrils on the table.

What sounds around you is the sound of something bumping into you.

That sound isn't like a gold coin sounding, it's more different... so somewhere light, that's the sound.

Those in the room, including Slain, gaze at the table.

What you can see from the mouth of the leather bag there are red, blue, green, yellow, purple… gems of various colors.

Twenty or so, in number.

Normally, it's not the kind of substitute you bring to Slam Street.

"What do you think? Would you take this jewel as consideration and hire me for a while now?

Precious' escort who was watching how it went...... Giffnan, growing up in an orphanage and feeling strongly indebted to Precious among them, tries to say something surprisingly...... he can be stopped by other escorts.

The value of the jewels on the desk is considerable.

Why does it seem to Giffnan that way to these people?

"Right, I don't know how much that gem is worth. However, this is how you serve it, so I'm pretty sure it's the right quality."

"Yeah. Of course there's no fake kind in there. Genuine and authentic...... quality gem. If that's what you take to the store, you might be able to exchange it for white gold coins...... no, light gold coins too. What do you say? I'll pay you for this."

That's definitely just a reward to take on if it's normal.

Even if it is slightly dangerous, the value of the gem in front of you is more than a substitute.

... Yes. If it's normal, and if it's somewhat dangerous, we're talking about.

"Sorry, no"

For Slain, even if it is on the unknown who he is, he can no longer be said to be somewhat dangerous at the time he was stepped in front of this building.

I showed the Shadow Warrior once, but I don't know how far that goes either.

If you suck...... no, you should definitely think you're being seen through.

In that situation, even if he tells me to be hostile to Ray because I'm going to do this gem, Slain's common sense can't mean I'm going to take it on.

Ning Lo, it also seems smarter to make choices like taking Precious and his escorts' lives here, escaping Gilm with this gem, and heading to other cities.

Most importantly, Slain doesn't want to imitate Slam Street even if he lives there.

Because if you imitate something like that that that betrays the pride you have in you, you will undoubtedly regret it later.

"Become!?...... are you serious!?

Nor did Precious expect to be turned down on this condition.

I just groan to see how flashy I am.

"Oh. That's all, think the situation is bad right now. I'm sorry, but this is what we're gonna do. Of course I wouldn't ask you to give me a letter of introduction more than just keep pulling your hand. I'll leave the guild soon, somewhere else... and start over where there's no such thing as Ray"

Slain's words make Precious' escorts sharp.

Let our own masters say so far, and still think we'll pull our hands along the way.

"Tell you what."

Slain opens his mouth so that he controls the front desk before anyone in the escort says anything.

"This is Slam Street.... our place. If you want to act on something, you have to act on it."

If they had told me so, the Precious escorts, starting with Giffnan, would not have been able to move into action.