Legend

Shit, you're a pain in the ass.

Ajas groans uncomfortably in a certain part of Slam City.

To the words of such Ajas, two of his companions...... Rebejeff and Haston also nod silently.

Note that all three of them are currently researching their gear so that they can leave the guild at any time.

What's slightly different is that Haston carries a backpack made of large leather bags?

That backpack, which weighs a lot, I'd just like to keep on the ground if I can.

But what's in the backpack is dozens of days worth of food.

It's in the backpack, saving as much waste as possible. That would draw you closer to the smell of rats and bugs drifting from the backpack if you put it on the ground.

Well, it's summer now.

I mean, that's all there are bugs flying at night, and many of them are carnivorous bugs.

To such bugs and animals… and most importantly, to the inhabitants of Slam City, where there are always many hungry people, the food in a full backpack would be coveted.

Even if the bulk of the backpack contains substitutes such as dried meat and hard-baked bread for preservation and portability.

I would have been able to secure some food in the dining room where Ajas and the others were staying.

But that could only be achieved in the middle of the day, and most of the food ended up being substitutes for dried meat and hard-baked bread.

Most importantly, given the fact that it carries food, I guess that doesn't mean it's just a loss.

With such a backpack on his back, Haston turns his gaze to the darkness around him.

In this situation where there is only a light source about the moonlight and the starlight, it is not possible to fully foresee the surrounding conditions.

Of course, the Ajas and the others all have a dark spot behind them, and they've often acted at night before, so there's a night's eye that allows them to see the night to some extent.

But that's also not the kind of night you can foresee all the darkness, only to a certain extent better than a normal person.

Ajas and the others knew that there were many around them in this darkness. I knew it, but I don't know who it is because I'm so well lost in the dark.

"Take it easy, Ajas. Maybe one of Gestal's men."

That's what Rebejeff tells Jestal as he calls his name off.

If you're right in front of you, you won't be damaging the mood over there, so you'll also be polite in your language.

But if not... I didn't even have to treat Gestal politely in the present situation.

"Well, I hope so."

"More than that, they're really coming over, aren't they? It's pretty hard to carry this all the time, huh?

Huston groans dissatisfied with the two of you talking like that.

"That being said. Rebejeff's the contact point to move on with the deal, and you can't believe I'm carrying it, can you?

"Yes, it is."

The fact that Rebejeff, who is in direct contact with the other side, carries food is tantamount to giving him the gap he attaches to the other side in his conversation with Gestal.

And Ajas is sometimes seen as the leader of the three, but more than that, he is the most skilled of the three.

Not enough to deal with high-ranking adventurers and people with aliases, but you can still afford to deal with Gestal's men.

Due to the circumstances around it, Huston eventually carried the food.

"You just don't have to prepare water, it's easy, right?

"... naturally. If we're supposed to carry water, we're not gonna get a little shabby."

To Rebejeff, who has interrupted the conversation, Huston answers that as he seems grumpy.

As the saying goes, food alone is this situation. If we were to prepare dozens of people's worth of water on our own, that was definitely why we couldn't move.

"I wish I'd asked for more food than just water anyway."

"If you imitate that, even though you owe it over there, you'll owe it extra. If you do, they'll take more money?

"... Damn, you're a annoying guy. Shouldn't we have made a deal with the other guys?

Tell Ajas as Haston sighs.

But the ajas shook his head sideways at the words of Haston.

"I guess not. In the first place, the organization that best matches us in the organization behind the guild was Gestal's organization. Otherwise, it could be more troublesome than it is now."

"It's..."

It was Haston trying to say something, but I don't speak any more.

In fact, I'm pretty sure Gestal's business with the organization was going well until this one happened.

With that in mind, Huston could only speak more than we know it was ourselves who rushed the other side.

Here he comes.

Just in time, Rebejeff tells.

Clarifying his ears with that voice, he heard the carriage approaching us.

That's not one, more carriages.

(Well, it packs dozens of women, so that's how many carriages you're gonna have)

As Ajas thinks so, his gaze is turned to the darkness where the sound is heard...... eventually the carriage shows up trying to crack open that darkness.

A horse with a carriage is not a very good horse.

Given the amount paid to Gestal's organization, it was Ajas' honest feeling that he wanted us to have some better horses if he could.

(Most importantly, it was this way that I asked you to prepare it immediately tonight. If you think about it, can't you do it?)

While I think about it that way, eventually the carriage stops.

Jestal appeared on the front carriage podium.

I don't usually see the top of the organization in this kind of deal, but the deal that takes place this time is one in which a lot of money and effort is moving.

Also, I would have needed more time if I had, but the promise was suddenly due, and even earlier from there tonight.

A deal of this magnitude was made, and there were many more troubles.

More than that, it was natural for the gestal responsible to come out for when something happened.

"Oh, did I make you wait?"

"No, it's not. But it looks like we're a little behind schedule...... what's going on? I don't think it's going to take much longer to get the women out of the barn than there's a collar."

"Tonight is the deadline. I got the guys in the organization to do their last job. Thanks to you it's late to be here, but compared to when I talked to you, there were five more."

"Well...... that would help. But you can't give me more than I promised you earlier, can you?

"I know. Think this is for a hand from over here. I got the right amount from you. You deserve to do the job you deserve."

Rebejeff doesn't know how far the word that came out of Gestal's mouth is true.

But I didn't really think all of that was true, and on the contrary, I even thought I was up to something.

In fact, we don't need to work harder now than we already have a firm contract and pay the money we promised.

Still, all Rebejeff can do now is say thank you to Gestal.

Because if you say bad things here, and the deal breaks down as a result, it's absolutely something to avoid.

"Now, please hand it over. And getting out of the Guild..."

"Oh, I know. But make sure you pay the rest of the money."

"I know. Here's the rest of the reward."

Rebejeff offers a leather bag that he took out of his nose.

Gestal, who sees it from the top of your podium, turns his gaze to one of those who is escorting him around.

The man of the escort to whom it was directed, when he nodded small, approached Rebejeff and received the leather bag.

When the man who received it loosened the leather bag tied with the string slightly, he confirmed that there was white gold coin in it and went back under the gestal.

"... I see. Definitely the same amount as promised."

"Yeah. I'm not going to imitate betraying you here. So, you did exactly as promised?

"Oh. As I said earlier, I was able to replenish a few just before. I fitted the collar of the slave I kept from you, but he's still full of energy... do you mind?

"Right. I just wanted to put him in jail for a few more days if I could and make him mentally weak... but I can't help saying I can't."

"When you say that, it was worth the effort. And the water is divided into carriages."

"Thank you"

Rebejeff bows his head very hard to the unexpected words Jestal utters.

But two people, Ajas and Haston, who are checking the surrounding situation near Rebejeff like that, don't put it on their faces, but they question why they're so kind.

If this is a normal business transaction, it will be the reason why we sometimes do some service to do business later on.

But Ajas and the others will probably never come to Gilm again once this deal is over.

In the first place, I don't want to come to Gilm, which has a lot of highly combative adventurers because it could even be a bounty neck.

Nonetheless, there was definitely some reason there to serve so far.

But I'm hesitant to ask why you've come so far.

Because if you hear it, it's nothing but a snake, given the possibility of being asked for something.

In order not to do so, you should still accept the generosity of the other side.

(Oh, maybe you want to make a deal with the one up there, not us? If you think about it, maybe it's possible)

Well, that's what Rebejeff thinks.

I think... I don't speak of it as a matter of course.

We need to finish the deal quickly and get out of the guild.

Confirming that each of the three carriages comes down from the lord's seat, including Gestal, Rebejeff tries to gaze at Ajas and Haston...... momentarily, he stops moving.

Until now, I have proceeded to deal with Jestal peacefully, even on the surface, but both Ajas and Haston, including Rebejeff, who were on the spot, also sharpen their gaze and look around.

No, the Rebejeffs weren't the only ones who suddenly tightened their guard. Some of my men following me as escorts to Gestal were similarly sharpening their gaze and guarding their surroundings surrounded by the darkness of the night, as were Rebejeff and the others.

"What's up? Is something wrong?

Asking the escort, Gestal takes the dagger while nostalgic for a leather bag containing white gold coins.

Now is the gestal in the position of boss of the organization, but naturally, when I was younger, I went through several rough events.

From the standpoint of being a boss, naturally its arms have fallen more than they did when they were younger, but they still had a sense of being more accustomed to the field than the adventurers around them.

"My voice... I heard something groaning. Probably this one's escort we've positioned around. Or there's a chance that some other organization might have gotten their hands on it."

One of the escorts, a man with a dagger in his hand, tells Gestal so.

"Groaning, huh? I don't think that's the kind of guy who's gonna give us a hand in the current situation.... No, some guy came up here or attacked me for my life?

"I don't know about that area. But I was wondering if we needed to be vigilant."

"I guess. Luckily, the deal's over now. We're gonna let you go home like this, okay?

Even though they say so, Rebejeff and the others cannot snort at Jestal's words immediately.

Because, who attacked me... I knew half that.

In the darkness of the night, it is also quite difficult to say that an attack will be carried out with precision.

Not to mention, this is not outside the guilds, which can be considered the main battlefield of adventurers, but inside the guilds… it is also a slum city with several ruins.

Acting in such a place has a different skill than a normal adventurer.

Not many people can imitate that and hold grudges against Rebejeff and the others.

"Damn, you're here already!

Behind Rebejeff, Ajas throws up abominably.

Gestal narrowed his eyes to the appearance of such ajas.

It was because I understood who the assailant was and what he said and did.

"Hey, what the hell..."

The moment I try to ask what's going on, one man is accidentally blown out of the dark.

Gestal, who found out that the man was his own man and was turning to the escort, turns his gaze to the man's blown away...... there he is, seeing the figure with the great sickle and the spear.

"Ray, so..."