Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Nah, nah. It is not!

Dunn slams the table and Alana Norstin roughs up her voice.

I frown upon the fierce Cathedral Knight (Paladin) next door, but Valtrude says nothing.

Hardenturm, a trading city east of the Marquis territory of Istas.

The conference room in which that council would take place had a controversial debate divided into two groups.

The agenda is the absorption of the Guards of Hardenturm by the Temple of Helenonia, which previously offered ideas from Yut to Allena.

The temple side trying to propel it and the resistant guards are staring at it from the front.

"How to fix the words will not change the fact that the Temple of Helenonia will absorb the Guards"

"We're just going to put together a single chain of command in our territory."

Once, where Yut boarded up to accuse the Escudero Chamber of Commerce and pirate adhesion and Regina found out about her parents' revenge.

That's where we're having an argument with Alana, the captain of the guard at Hardenturm.

The Guard is a council-affiliated organization that runs the city, which has existed since the city was half-independent as a free city. Even if Hardenturm were to be incorporated as Count Istas territory, that would remain the same.

In other words, strictly speaking, Valtrude does not have direct command over them either.

"Then there is a reason why the Temple of Helenonia has to stand on top. On the contrary, shouldn't it be okay for the guards to put you under their command?

You can't be forgiven for that.

Alana rolls out an unfounded denial if we don't talk about it to the middle-aged captain of the guard who built up a mustache around his mouth.

Even though we know she should be tempted to do that - Valtrude can't move. Anyway, I can't tell which statement is right.

Sometimes mobility between cities has become more active, and the policy of singling out the police mechanisms in the territory was presented by the Lords - that is, Yut.

Allena receives an inner nod and intends to do a summary in the form of the Temple of Helenonia in Falve standing on top. This also includes the resolution of problems that lack a presence in the territory, despite the fact that the Holy Virgin of Hellenonia is at the top.

I was aware of that, and I approved that it was a reasonable place.

Nevertheless, they also had their circumstances.

First of all, I have the pride of keeping this city safe until now. It could not have been easy, for example, to stand under the wind of the Temple of Hellenonia.

More importantly, I don't even think a strict cathedral knight can handle the rough harbor. If they bend the navel, the harbour stops standing.

But if I put this in my mouth, I'll have to insist that the Hellenonian Temple side can do it. So I just had to ask you to guess in an unnaturally hard way.

"This is the Lord's decision."

"We are not under the Lord's command. Let's get the council through first."

- This grand tour continued.

During this time, Valtrude does not speak in silence. I was still watching the debate evolve.

Whatever the principles of the chain of command, it cannot be possible at the level of guard captain, such as defying the Lord's decision. In other words, it is the pose that it is not the Lords who do not wield power, but are taking part in the meetings as heads of the temple, leaving the practice to the personnel to each other.

I will be committed to a fair response without being caught by my own mother of origin.

The captain of the guard was aware of his own failures.

If this is the other person who understands the story, it should have been rooted through the council of Hardenturm - specifically the meeting of the Niebes Chamber of Commerce, which is seen as a liaison with the Lords, he said.

"Hmm..."

Valtrude, on the other hand, was also troubled.

(Again, I don't know which is right)

- and.

If you don't understand that, you can't even pinch your mouth. Nothing. I'm sure I was listening to the argument, but I just couldn't speak out.

If Yut were here, would he hold his head? Or would he have looked to heaven, "Val is awesome to look thoughtful just to shut up"?

"Okay."

Turns out I don't know.

Then there's one thing to do. We have no choice but to hear the claims of both sides and make a fair decision.

"First of all, I want to see if I can afford to give the Guards of Hardenturm the security of the Falv and command the diocesan knights of our Temple of Hellenonia"

"It's..."

I wouldn't say from the mouth to the task, but it's not a statement with realistic backing.

After all, I shake my beard slightly wondering if it had been spotted.

"Right. And Alana."

"What is it"

Now throw a simple - but fundamental - question at her, who holds her fist in her heart that Valtrude has taken her side.

"Can we say that the Temple of Helenonia is responsible for maintaining law and order in this city?

"Of course I am."

"On what grounds?

"We have a proven track record in Falve."

At that moment, she didn't miss that the captain of the guard changed her complexion.

There's something wrong.

Her intuition to spot evil and see through falsehood whispered so.

"I have a bad feeling. Shouldn't we put it behind us?

"... Yes?

"Ha ha...?

It's not where I don't decorate. Representatives of both sides round their eyes at the expression of the protrusion.

(Failed...?

Until now - if Yut or Arsia were the opponents - there shouldn't have been any problems. I don't know why.

"What do you think? Some lord's words, so here's the day again."

But the captain of the guard, who has a reason to want to do so at a later date, got on with Valtrude's words that this was fortunate. I guess there's a position problem with being too good at things, even a favorable interpretation.

"... you have no choice."

Acceptance, Alaina nodded as well.

This is a loan to someone.

Think of it that way, and you manage to make a face for it. Besides, even though it's better to hurry, it's not a rush.

"Next time - I don't know if I'm here, but I'd like to have a friendly discussion"

In such unusual terms, the meeting was adjourned.

"The air in the city is nice."

"Va, it's Valtrude. I have trouble getting there first."

"I guess that's too late"

A line of the Temple of Helenonia, which ended the meeting - half-forced - was rolling out to downtown Hardenturm. It's an algorithm to finish lunch on a street tour named Inspections.

Of course, it goes without saying that it is Valtrude's hope. Even if you don't know about her, it's obvious if you look at garrets and baked confectionery on skewers of meat and fish that you can't hold in both hands.

(That's a reward for hard work. Uhm)

So satisfied, chew off, chew and swallow meat in a few pieces together.

It was time to look around without even knowing the struggles of the cathedral knights that follow, even the liquor...... saw a crowd in the center of the square.

"Ugh. I hope you don't stop all of a sudden"

"What is that?

"Sa, come on...?

"Let's see."

Enters the circle of people, tasting and processing the leftover food thoroughly.

"Kihaha. Then, as promised, I'll take this one."

"Guuuuu..."

The moment I managed to just get out of my face, it was just over.

On the ground, a man in the shape of a barrel with a long mustache - a Dwarf warrior (fighter) - lies in regret.

A woman with a crazy laugh, but she doesn't give a shit. Interest lies in the Battle Axe (Battle Axe) rolling beside it. As he floated it to the universe, he grabbed the pattern and threw it behind his back.

It draws a beautiful parabola and falls into a pile of weapons arranged messily on the rug.

"It's a business."

It has not been demonized, but it is of such good quality. Again, something like Dwarf's belongings. Though it is incompetent to think in monetary terms, it is not strange to do 100 to 200 sheets in gold coins.

"Do you understand, sister?"

"Oh, if you look."

"Ho."

A skinny middle-aged man impressed with his eyesight begins his narrative without being asked.

"That masked sister told me to spread the weapon. You can do whatever you want. If you can shake a weapon, then you win. Five thousand gold coins as a prize."

"That's a lot of confidence."

If you look, there are some leather bags near the pile of weapons. You know, they're packing gold coins.

"More than that, you're the one who said..."

"Alana."

"Of course not."

At that moment, I saw eye to eye with the masked woman at the center.

Even when it comes to masks, it doesn't cover the entire face. The only part covered with a black mask is the nose to the bottom. But the best thing she should hide is her eyes.

Swordswallowing, belligerent, eyes that emit dangerous light.

The gaze emitted from it shoots through Valtrude as if it were provocative.

Flaming redhead swayed.

I'm laughing. He's laughing at Valtrude, who doesn't try.

But you seem qualified to do just that.

I care about arms that are too long and unbalanced, but their standing behavior and the atmosphere that holds them together outweigh even first-rate adventurers.

"It's like a beast."

"It's quick to see if it's a beast or not. Idiots think it's like resting, right?

"No, you can't."

Stronger than earlier, Arrena stops. You may be unconscious, but you are aware of their danger.

In this minute, she's going to stand up to it if she can handle it.

(Probably. No, you'll never win)

Alana is not weak either, but her opponents are of different stature.

It's as if you're not a person.

But the same - it was actually brighter - reminds Verga too of redheads, but I don't feel evil like her.

If it had been mutually agreed, it could not have been stopped.

"Let's stop today"

"Huh. Run away."

"No, it's not"

Is the mouth hidden by the mask distorted by mockery?

With that in mind, Valtrude continued.

"My sword is higher than five thousand gold coins"

That's a pure fact. Adamantine deserves that much.

The masked martial artist rounded his eyes properly.

"Buhhahahahahahahahaha"

And at the next moment, I'll give you a crazy laugh with my hands slapped so hard that the one I'm watching hurts.

"Right or right. Then we'll have the stakes up by the next time!

I don't know if there's a next time.

Saying so, Valtrude turned back his heel. In a hurry, Alana follows.

A red-haired woman martial artist stares at her back like that, but she doesn't mind. I knew it would never strike me. Not with reason, but with swordsman sympathy.

But is the purpose just to wind up the weapon?

Maybe we should ask Larsia to do some surveillance.

While walking early, retrieve the notebook. And don't forget that thought, fill it in with the ballpoint pen Yut gave me.

An obnoxious word.

I couldn't even flatter her as pretty, but she seemed satisfied.