"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment. We were worthy of working with our feet as sticks."

"Ah! Grandma!

Ahead of Sylvia turning her smile, an old man with a properly stretched spine and full of vitality was grinning in an unafraid manner.

The old woman stroked Sylvia's head to take and mercy from the front as she revealed her joy and jumped.

"After a while of watching, you've grown a lot, Sylvia. Are those the people from a store called the White Wolf Shop?

"Uh, I'll introduce you."

Sylvia briefly introduced us to her grandmother and us to her.

The old woman said her name was Dorothea.

I've been using the expression 'old woman' in my head for a while now, but Dorothea's appearance was different from the impression I get from that word.

The wrinkles on his face are definitely deep, but his back is straight, his complexion is good, and he can see from his expression that he is regarded as lively.

Retirement and the like are still ahead of us, making us wonder if we can even be active for life.

"I hear about the reputation of the White Wolf store. I was hoping to take a moment to talk to you. Are you free now?"

"Excuse me. I have to look around at the room I plan to rent, so can I come back after that?"

"Of course I did. I'll suit your convenience. I just need to leave here by noon tomorrow, so I'd appreciate it if you could do it by the end of the day."

Even tonight we will exchange promises to meet again at the Young Leaf Pavilion in the spring, and say goodbye to Dorothea for one moment.

There and there, they have a business meeting with the Adventurer Guild.

Once again, Garnett uttered his candid thoughts on the road to his next destination.

"Not bad. I think it's a connection. But if you had a merchant like that in you, you could have introduced him to the White Wolf sooner.

"It was the mountains that wanted to do that..."

Sylvia scratched her cheek laughing like she was in trouble.

"At the stage before I met Mr. Luke, I asked him to work with me too much, whether it was the Green Hollow Output or not. I can't do this because I'm gonna flat out any more! There was a cry from the other officer."

"Before you met me, when" The Day Clock Forest "was dungeon certified and the adventurers started growing"

"Yes, and he brought me a big job on another land, so much so that I was told if I would wait six months for my next order..."

I see, I'm convinced.

There is a job tolerance in any profession.

There is a limit that the amount of time and personnel that can be ordered at a time is no more than this, and no more.

I can't believe you didn't make it, even though you confidently promised. It's the worst ending for both the client and the contractor.

... Even adventurers regularly show up to do it, but each time they get a tough scolding from the guild.

Because it can even be a credit issue for the Adventurer Guild, a work intermediary.

It is natural to say out of the question 'I cannot order new jobs for the time being' to prevent it, and it is a normal idea to avoid introducing vendors who have so declared.

For example, when they said, 'Not long ago, I could have ordered from the Chamber of Commerce within me, but unfortunately I can't because I'm busy now,' because it doesn't help solve the current problem.

"If you've been busy, you can't help it. I'm just having trouble referring people to vendors I can't ask for."

"Just when my hands were free, did the golden fang job come or did I screw it with Knights privilege... anyway, you had a bad opponent, White Wolf's"

"You can't even compare the Knights to a weapons store."

As we chat, we will explore the two remaining places that the Spring Pavilion plans to rent and one that we at the White Wolf Store plan to rent.

Each of the former two places is for soldier and knight accommodation.

Garnett said that although the treatment varies from knight to knight, it is not uncommon for a knight and a soldier to divide the space for meals and sleep.

Knights are lords and rulers, soldiers are people and rulers.

I don't know, there's an outdated feeling, but the tide of wanting to clarify the distinction around here is still deeply ingrained.

Naturally, I don't care.

"Oh, I know you well"

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to sleep with ordinary people like me, even though it's a mission.

"(Speaking of which... this guy is here on assignment for the Silver Wings Knights...)"

It reminds me of the fact that it's too common for Garnett to be next door and I'm going to forget about it.

Ordered by the Royal Palace to scout the Demon King's Army, he investigates the cause of the unturned party of the brave Falcon who challenged the A-rank dungeon, The Millennium Corridor of Nara - that was the task of the Silver Wings Knights.

I was a choreographer hired by the brave men. I was considered an important witness, and Garnett, a member of the Knights, was sent as an escort just in case.

"(The Demon King's Army withdrew. Falcon could also be secured alive. My role as a witness must be over by now. So... how long is this guy going to be here?

A subtle sensation runs on the neck muscle.

It's like finding a deadly overlook after it's too late.

The fact that the guy who even naturally thought he was next door wasn't actually weird when he was gone.

I didn't even think of myself as such an easy thing - no, I'm sure I avoided thinking unconsciously.

"(... No, if you're planning on finishing your escort soon, you should have some leeway to tell him. At least I think Felix will. Nothing has been said yet, for the time being…)"

Excused optimism, but the logic must be through.

Felix, the deputy head of the mission, is one of the people I know who tries to push things forward thoughtfully and fairly.

I don't think such a knight would decide the end of the escort without much respite time and panic the destination.

But I didn't get the courage to ask the garnet in front of me if I really did......

"(I think I would have checked right away a while ago. What the hell is wrong with you?)"

Step into the space you plan to rent from the Adventurer Guild, exhaling a self-derisive sigh.

"Whoa, that's pretty big, huh? Hey, White Wolf's. Looks like you can put more products in this than in the O (...) le (...) store!

"... oh yeah"

All I could do now was smile back at Garnett, who spreads his arms all over him and smiles.