"Hey, there you are. I'm working on something right now, so can you wait?
Whether the young man's father had a less attentive personality to his familiarity, he had appropriately tied his stretched hair and left his inertial growing mustache intact, but the tone was a relaxed and calming one. And without looking at the attals, I'm concentrating on the work at hand.
Atal and Caro, unwilling to interrupt the work, nodded without saying anything and watched how it went. Atal doesn't know what he's doing, so he looks at Caro next door, but she doesn't seem to know either, so he's shaking his head beside him.
After waiting as it was for a while, the work was done, apparently, and the young man's father stops his hand and raises his face.
"Hey, hey, sorry to keep you waiting. You're the people who took the request. My name is my real client, Gazarus. This is my son Taylor."
Gazarus bows his head when he says so with a soft grin. Taylor was also bowing his head to fit his father.
"No, we didn't take the request, we just came to be guided..."
Gazarus sees about Taylor with a rugged face when he hears the confused Atal's words and what they mean. Though Taylor was frightened for a moment by that gaze, he laughs snarlingly at whether he has regained his mind or not.
"Dad, I told you earlier when I spoke, didn't I? An adventurer came to talk to me. He said he didn't know what he was going to use the nucleus of the golem, so he thought it would be quicker to get a look at the real thing and bring him in first."
Gazarus sighs like a sneer at Taylor's words, making him smile out of his mind, then turns to the Atals.
"Ha, the one named you at all. Ok...... shall we start by talking about our work? I know it's hard for us to understand, but we're making magic props."
With that said, Gazarus is gently taking what he was working on earlier. I don't know what it will be used for at first glance if it is not a finished product yet, but I could see in the eye of the claw that it has some power.
"Can demon props be made normally!? I thought you were diverting technology from these ruins and excavations."
"Dear Atal, everything that was used in the Adventurer's Guild is also a magic prop. But with all that detail, it seems difficult without the technicians to create it."
He nodded to the point that he would be, following Caro's pointers as he analogized something familiar with Atal.
"Well, not ours, but the Adventurer Alliance Request Management Demon Props and Rank Management Demon Props will be created by the technician."
supplement Caro's story as Gazarus smiled happily feeling praised for his skill.
"That's amazing... so you're gonna need the nucleus of a golem to build a magic artifact"
Gazarus nods at Atal's speculation crushing like he was impressed.
"Exactly. Demonic props are made using the nucleus of demons. The higher ranked demon nucleus it is, the higher ranked demon props you can make, so this time you asked for the nucleus of a high ranked golem. But when it comes to the golem, the strength of the body is high, and it seems like no adventurer can quite get the nucleus of a demon. Even in this case, the rewards are high..."
Sighing as troubled, Ghazals nods downwards at the status quo.
"I came here without looking at that condition in detail, but can't the reward be the magic prop, not the money?
A much more eye-opening Gazarus gives his face to Atar's suggestion that if he were to use the nucleus of the Golem, he would get more than gold worth of magic equipment.
"Does that mean you can take it?
"It depends on the reward. We don't have a problem with money, so we need some convenient magic equipment."
There was no particular resistance to what ranked demon the Golem was to Atal. Having heard his conditional presentation, Gazarus seemed to have something in mind about rewarding the demon props.
"Dad, I don't have any other adventurers to take, okay?
Taylor, who sees his troubled father, also backs Atal. The Atals don't know, but Taylor has spoken to many adventurers so far. But as soon as we talked about the golem, they said no. I would have appreciated it if you would have struck me with the reward of my father's magic props.
"... Dear Ataru, Ataru and Golem, because their bodies are so stiff, they can destroy weapons"
I sneak a supplementary explanation into Atar, anticipating why Caro, who was watching the parent and child conversation, would refuse Golem's request.
"I see, that would be a good weapon. If it hurts, it would be a deficit..."
The Athals' conversation was not all, but it had reached the ears of the Gazars. They also seemed to finally understand if the adventurers wouldn't eat at the higher rewards, so they opened their mouths to see if that stood in the way.
"Wow, okay. Prepare Demon Props as a reward. Better make a new request, Taylor, please."
"Copy that!"
Taylor jumped out of the store energetically in the words of Gazarus. The Athals, who dropped off Taylor, who had left like a storm, were pompous.
"Uh, should we go with this? If the reward changes, you might get the other ones, right?
"That's right, let's go!
Atal and Caro, who have not been formally requested, are not in such a good but hasty state with their mouths, chasing after Taylor in a slightly relaxed manner.
"Shh, excuse me. I didn't care that much. Best regards,"
Dropped off by Gazarus, who stood up as he panicked, the two headed to the Adventurer's Guild.
By the time the two of them reached the guild, Taylor had finished changing the request, smiling at the attals with a done look.
And the official was just about to stick that changed request out on the bulletin board.
"Well, let's just say I take the request..."
When Atal peeled the form of the request off the bulletin board without getting lost, a man suddenly grabbed Atal's shoulder from the side. With every sudden creation, Caro is surprised and his ears are pinned.
"Hey, that request is the one we were going to take! Give us that paper!
It seems that the reward was extra appealing that it was a magic prop, and besides the man who grabbed it, several parties had their eyes on it. Apparently they were listening to the conversation when Taylor renewed the request.
"Even if they say so... isn't this an early winner?
Ataru, unwilling to give in, asks a female employee at the reception. She was smiling bitterly with her eyebrows lowered like trouble.
"That's true, but it would be helpful if you could make some concessions if so many parties were to compete."
I often think of Atal when I hear that there is some kind of concession.
"Hmm...... I want to ask you guys, are you sure you want to take down the Golem?
The man gets much stuck in words at the question of the atar thrown with the kind of gaze that sees power. Other parties didn't come actively involved, but they each seemed unsure and silent.
"Ugh, uuch! That's none of your business!!
The man in front of Atal shouted out to mislead him as to whether he had gotten away with it.
"Well, so is that.... By the way, how many golems are there?
You lost interest in the man. Now ask Taylor a question. You didn't think you could talk to me, Taylor nodded in surprise.
"Oh, yeah, I did hear there were a bunch of them. So even if you knock them out, other golems can attack you."
Atal grinned satisfactorily when he heard the answer.
"Then how about each party take this request? The party with the highest number of nukes gets their demon props as rewards, otherwise the party gets their nukes bought out for financial rewards. It's only a suggestion, if you're convinced and the client agrees."
Consultations began at each party on Atar's suggestion that if there were more than one, there should be no disadvantage to the client no matter how many nuclei of demons needed to make the magic props, and that he would not be reluctant to pay for the purchase either because he had originally intended to pay with money.
Since there is no objection to seeing the receptionist woman properly, it has been conveyed that this is an acceptable concession.
"Oh, I'm going to talk to my father!
Taylor, who sees the moment as the adventurers are motivated by the request, rushes back to the store as if he was anxious to ask his father's decision to convince him of this condition. But he will soon stop.
"I'd be here. I don't mind on the terms you offered. I've never been outnumbered."
It was my client, Gazarus, who just came in through the guild's entrance. The rest depended on the judgment of the adventurers, thanks to the recognition of his perseverance, which was not the same as that shown earlier in the store.
"Wow, okay...... let's do that"
"We don't mind that either"
"So is this one."
Because there was no great disadvantage for the adventurers either, the men all nodded about whether they had decided to convince themselves with it.