Soon, the "Atal Talking Party" begins, and while we're talking, the artisans bring food and drinks and turn them into small parties.
Other craftsmen gathered to hear more rumors, and booze and food were being brought in in in large quantities to turn into a grand banquet.
"Ha ha! You guys are amazing adventurers. Aren't there any adventurers out there with so many consequences, even though they're world-wide?
"Hey, I was super lucky to get that Xuanbu material. I'm glad I ran as fast as I could. Ah"
"Well, I would have liked other strong materials."
At the heart of the talk of the drunken craftsmen, who turned their faces bright red and seemed comfortable, was about the materials obtained by the Atals, and by the Atals.
"In the meantime, we're not going to take anything out with the current situation full of drunks. More than that, this is delicious. What kind of meat? It tastes like chicken, but it's juicy, and yet easy to eat."
"Mm-hmm. That's it. It's Cocatrice meat. After I die, the meat is hard as stone, but soaking it in booze for a week softens it up to this point."
Real with a jock answers the question of a claw with a tongue drum on the meat's delicacy.
Real was also drinking quite a bit, but whether it was a pedigree trait called Dwarf or an individual trait, he answered slurred as if he were not drunk.
"That's amazing. You're gonna taste so good after all that ingenuity... hey, you're drinking about a barrel, aren't you? And yet you're not drunk?
"Hmm, well, that's about it. I've been drinking since I was a little girl. I don't know about this guy, he tastes good, but he's just a little weak for me because he's a liquor made for people. Well, it's like replacing water. Ha-ha-ha!
Real goes for an extra cup of jock laughing in a cheerful way.
Still, the cheeks were slightly red and not much different from before.
"Oh, oh, thank you for waiting! I've been investigating... Are you guys already having a banquet! People have been doing their jobs, but they have no choice."
Miranda shrugged her shoulders, for Christ's sake, but her face smiled because it was the usual thing.
"Well, shall I have a drink too? Shall I make a report before then... Ugh! You guys, shut up for a second! We're going to talk about something important."
The tone of the drunken artisans' voices drops slightly as Miranda yells as she approaches the Atals to stir up between the drunken artisans.
"Okay? I'll report my findings."
"Oh, please. Even so, you work fast. I think it's only been a few hours since I went out..."
"Well, I have a wider face among craftsmen, so if you ask me a favor, this is it. Let's get down to business..."
Miranda had been researching me in considerable detail regarding the information the Atals were looking for.
① The slave traders are packed with about forty people in total, including the top traders.
② Five beasts are employed as caution sticks for the central battle force.
③ A rabbit beast man is included among the beasts.
The rabbit beast man is around forty and has a big scratch on his cheek.
⑤ I recently captured a fairy, but I am not going to sell it now.
⑥ The fairy will be sold in a large slave city in a few weeks.
"- And here's the thing. Come on, I'll drink too!
"Thank you, thank you"
"Thank you very much!
Atal and Caro smile at her for getting more information than they thought, but Miranda was sucked into the banquet just to give her one hand up.
"It's amazing how much information you're going to gather in just a few hours."
"Yes, it's just something I don't know from the outside. Mr. Miranda is amazing!
When they're impressed, Real comes with a new, sober jock in one hand.
"That's right. Miranda is one of the craftsmen in this city who has a qualified meister that only gets awesome skills. That's all the titles, and people come together because it's that personality. And Miranda needs to take care of herself, so there must be plenty of people out there who want to help her."
Real, who laughed so much better at hehe, speaks happily about Miranda like he is.
"Heh, that's amazing. Jazz... I've heard you're qualified to get a special craftsman, but you can't take it, can you?
"Oh, I have goosebumps just remembering my schooling days. Only the one who took another exam through such a painful period of schooling will get it. I have one, too."
The face of Real, speaking in remembrance of his own experience, has become less fragrant.
"No, no, Mr. Real and Mr. Miranda aren't just Jazz! - Hick!"
Later one of the rendezvous artisans bright red his face and joins the conversation in a fluffy foothold.
"Oh, my God, you two are... uhh... because you're the legendary Thirteen Jazz... hick"
Proudly saying all that, he flutters back to the banquet again.
"No, well, yeah. Sometimes they say it that way, but you're just embarrassed to say it from yourself. Well, there's that, too, and he's got a good face everywhere. More of a role, huh?
"Oh, that would help a lot. If it were us, we wouldn't have gotten all this information. And then how do we save the fairy and meet the rabbit beast man..."
From there, the Ataru and the others work out an operation to figure out what to do with Real together.