Legend

"... hey, come on, dude, come on, dude, dude. I tried to break the dirt wall, and I couldn't. On the contrary, a useless red cloth could not even dispose of garbage. Besides, you lost sight of the guy you hired, Granger?

To that word, which is told pale, the man who brought the report hardens his body with tension and fear.

If I don't say something, I don't know what I'm going to do to the boss in front of me.

But at the same time, if you say something bad, it could end badly.

"Hey, dude. If you're not so helpful, there's no point in using you, is there? That's why you can turn into another guy, right? Of course, you deserve to be punished."

"Please wait!

I have to say something. Then there's no reason to say bad things.

He was the man who thought so, but when he was undoubtedly going to be punished for staying like this, he hurriedly opened his mouth.

Previously, a coworker called the man in front of him a punishment for his raw nails... and as someone who also sees the sight of being stripped of all raw nails on his hands and feet, I was absolutely sorry to be punished like that.

"What? You got something to say?

"Yes. Uh, the..."

I pinched my mouth like that for now, but I still had something to say and didn't say it.

I feel my boss's gaze gradually sharpening as I feel it is not tasty as it is… I recall that there was only one thing to talk about on this occasion.

"With regard to the building owned by the Viscount Cobbs family, that building is currently being monitored by Guild guards"

"... ho"

The sharp gaze only softens a little.

It's obvious, though, that that wasn't the only thing that really helped.

The question was how to take the story from that current situation so that my boss would be interested... and to the benefit.

"That's what's happening yesterday today, I was wondering if I could assume it was probably from Granger that the information was leaked. There were about ten people using that place to give instructions, but the most suspicious thing is still..."

"Granger, huh? He's quite an arm stander, specializing in covert behavior in particular... Was he? I remember getting a previous report that I would stand quite an arm, but you betrayed me lightly for that. Or didn't you just pay attention to your arms and think about selling us?

"That's... I'm sorry, I don't know. However, it is not understood that the guards realize that this one is being watched. If you use it successfully, you can do more damage to the guards."

Pickle, and.

To the word that the guards can be harmed, the man in his boss only stops moving a little.

And as I smile, I don't say anything, I just encourage you to get ahead of the story with your gaze.

"Guild guards are famous as elites.... Well, I often deal with adventurers in the Guild, so naturally it does... so replenishment is not easy"

"Well, I guess so. … to be honest, the strength of Guild's guards is among the highest in the kingdom of Mireana"

That's an unmistakable fact.

The guards of Gilm, who bring together armed adventurers, are undoubtedly one step or two above the guards of other cities and villages.

Reducing the number of those guards is not what men do.

But if it turned around and turned out to be in the interest of the man and those behind him, there was something to listen to about his men.

While I feel that the frustration has subsided just a little while ago, I think of a gesture that I can currently move.

(There must have been some room for the rest of the red cloth. I took it away because of the poor quality of my soul, but it would be enough as a disposable soldier)

In the boss's head, a pawn is calculated that can be used immediately as a force of war.

There are other beings besides the red cloth that should be called force, but I have decided that it is not now that I use it.

That's why I was the first to think about using the redcloth people just as a disposable force to be disposed of.

Dealing damage to Gilm's guards was in keeping with the men's purpose, but that's not what we should do until we drain the original power we use when we have to.

Above all, there is no mistake in imitating the Guild's guards beyond their strength.

(Though, letting the guards capture the red cloth could also flow information over here.... Well, I know very little about this piece of garbage, so I have to say that there is no problem... just in case you can't use it, I just want to be prepared to dispose of it)

Quickly summing up his thoughts in his head, the man opens his mouth to his men who are trying to keep anxiety from appearing on his face in front of him.

"Okay. Try what you think. There must have been some left of the red cloth, so use it."

There were not some, there were some.

It was also clear from that word what the man regarded the red cloth as being.

Nevertheless, my men didn't give a shit about what the red cloth was being treated like either, and on the contrary, I was sorry that I said something and my boss's anger could be directed at me.

Then even as a subordinate, I would have no problem treating the red cloth as a disposable force.

Above all, because my boss's opinion that I only had inferior souls that could not be used for rituals was the same for my men.

Given the hassle of arranging alcohol and meals every day for such a presence, it would be less hassle to just disappear.

"Yes, let me do that.... If I could use it around the collar of a slave, I wouldn't have to worry about leaking information."

"Don't be stupid. Slave collars are fairly well managed. Of course, if you want to get it, you can do something about it... but you won't be able to use it for about red cloth."

For the man in his boss, the collar of slaves was worth more than the ones in total red cloth.

It's not like there's room for such a waste here... but it's only to the great detriment that there will still be no more collars of slaves at the same time as the redcloth guys.

Originally, I accepted my men's proposal with the idea of disposing of useless garbage called red cloth and then doing some damage to the guards.

The option of disposing of a rather expensive collar of slaves in order to do so does not exist for a man.

"Right. So be it."

That's what my man says, he hurries out of the room.

Although I was somewhat in a better mood, I understood that my boss was still dissatisfied with the status quo.

That's why I wanted to get out of a situation where, if I were in the room with my boss in the current situation, I might be harmed for some reason, a little faster.

Above all, my boss is strong enough not to compare to myself, and my men understand that.

If my boss wants to kill himself at some whim, that's definitely what I'm dying of knowing nothing about.

... It is not a mistake to be told that it is a pitiful act to be killed without my knowledge because of my boss's personality.

"Hmm."

The man snarls his nose at the appearance of his men who left the room in a hurry.

Naturally the man also understands what his men were thinking.

I understand... but I don't imitate doing anything with it, even if it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

There are never many handkerchiefs that we can use today.

Reducing that with boring eclampsia for no particular reason was an impossible option for a man.

... If you change your mind, it's nothing more than to do something like that for a reason.

"Damaged by Gilm's guards, huh?... I wonder how much damage can be done where about the red cloth has moved. Well, it's better than not doing it."

Whimpering, feeling frustrated with the status quo that didn't carry it the way he wanted... the man reached for a glass of liquor on the table.

"All of you, line up properly! If we interrupt, he's got no soup!

The dismantling of Giganto Turtle, which is taking place just on the side of the Gilm.

At that scene, it is now lunch time...... Ray was handing over the soup he had bought at the dining room.

But Ray isn't the one who handed out the soup, he's an Alliance employee.

Who Ray provided the soup and then didn't bring the dish kind...... many had the soup in the cup, but against those who didn't even bring such a thing, he had the soup in the cheap cup Ray had appropriately bought at a nearby store.

(That's pretty handy if you have a paper cup or something like that...... so how do you make a paper cup? Are you sure you just layered a bunch of paper thick?

While I think of it that way, Ray also drinks the soup he splits for himself a little further away.

Paper cups were usually used when I was in Japan.

But if you ask me if I know how to make it, the answer is no.

That's why I can't understand everyday objects like TV, even if I can use them, even if I can understand their structure.

"It's delicious, this"

Vihera, who was drinking soup with Ray, squeaks smudgingly.

I guess that face is in a good mood because there was a battle with snow monkeys in the morning.

Even though it's more sublime than Snow Cyclops, Snow Monkey, who works well with his peers, seems to have been a satisfying opponent enough for Vihera.

"Mmm."

Büne also drinks soup with a small grunt at Vihera's words.

I guess that soup with plenty of ingredients feels extra delicious because it works in the cold.

In fact, I'm not shivering so much in the cold because I'm moving my body quite a bit, fighting Kobolt or dismantling Giganto Turtle.

Ning Lo, some of those who work are even sweating.

... It's actually the guild clerk who's shivering in the cold in there.

He was an Alliance official who was giving instructions on whether or not to steal material or meat, or to inform the escorts of the presence of approaching monsters, but he didn't actually move his body.

That's why there's nothing like warming your body, and it stays cold.

I brought a magic item for heating once, but to the extent that the cloth is warmer in the palm size, it is not very good, but it cannot warm the entire body.

Still don't complain, first of all I distribute soup to the people I work for... I guess it's because I still have the pride of being an Alliance employee.

(If I run out of soup, maybe I should give him another soup)

While watching the guild staff handing out the soup, Ray ponders which soup to hand over.

Ray had looked around a lot with Seto and shopped, but naturally the soup wasn't just the stuff currently handed out by guild officials, he had purchased a lot more.

"Hey, Ray. Did you make any progress in the morning after all?

While eating soup, Vihera asks Ray.

While asking, I guess it was easy to predict that there would have been no progress in this kind of thing in particular due to Ray's condition.

Still, I dared ask Ray a word from that thought that maybe something really happened.

... Ray shook his head sideways in the end, which was denied.

"You didn't make any progress, especially with this. In the first place, if there's any progress, they'll be contacting us via the Alliance. You can't expect it around here without it."

"I thought you would....... but then what do we do in the afternoon? Wanna go see the dirt walls again?

"Uh... no. I'm going to go find a marina and an e-mail. It's troublesome going to see dirt walls every time, and anyway, I'm going to try to make sure the Spirit magic lets you know if there's anything wrong with dirt walls."

To Ray's words, both Vihera and Bühne nod as they were convinced.

I understand how substandard the spiritual magic of the marina is, given that we eat like every day at the marina's house.

If it were a marina, it would be easy for Ray to do what he says, he said. That's what I thought.