Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

I'm back in the city Malt, so I'm heading to the Adventurers' Union (Guild) for now.

You can go to the orphanage first to give me the Dragon Blood Flower, because I want to do something about the Talasks I've been hunting for first.

Unless Lillian's medical condition competes for a moment, which fortunately is not the case.

It would be acceptable enough to go around a little more than asking a pharmacist to dispense it today or getting it by the end of the day.

Enter the Adventurers Union (Guild) and head straight to Shayla, a familiar official who knows the circumstances.

"... Oh, Mr. Lent. What can I do for you today... maybe you've been there already?

It seems that Shayla, the boulder, was also unexpected to get rid of the request so quickly.

Well, this is natural.

The more you know about my strengths before, the farther from what I can be right now.

I survived the bronze exam more with my knowledge than with my strength.

It changes the story from the Tarask Swamp offense, which is going to require simple armpits.

I didn't tell you in detail what I could do, and this reaction would be normal.

I say.

"Ah. Hold on to" Ryuketsuka ". I'm going to come back later and get you a nice hiccup."

"I didn't know you were working so fast...... that's surprising. Until I got to the point where I regularly hunted the pig ghost Orc, I thought I'd done my best so far, but... I think I got my arm up pretty good."

"Really? I don't know..."

This wasn't about anything being modest, it was an honest feeling.

I really think it's gotten stronger.

That's true.

But I'm just saying that it's just a little uncomfortable that what I'm getting stronger now is that my arms are up.

Isn't this just the power your body gained because it became a demon?

Because such concerns do not disappear.

Nothing, it doesn't mean you don't care that you've become a demon and become strong.

Not really, but one day, all of a sudden, there's a moment of fear that this power will be lost and we'll be back then again.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll be okay when that happens.

Once you've experienced a state where you can be as strong as you can be once you've tried, and you can go back to a state where you have no talent or stretch, and still fulfill your goal of being a Divine Silver (Mithrill) Adventurer?

When that happens, won't it break your heart?

That's the kind of anxiety.

Of course, to be honest, whatever happens, I will always aim, but when it does, I don't know what I'm going to think.

I'm worried that you don't know that.

Well, considering that, what's going to happen next, and even this subtle state of being able to be human in the first place, maybe we should say it's for the calculation of raccoons we don't take.

"If you can solo attack that Talask Swamp, you're going to have enough silver to do it, right? Be aware there."

Shayla seems to have received my words honestly and humbly as they are, but I won't make any particular corrections.

Even if it may stop someday, it's certainly my power now.

Because I thought it would certainly be an important story to know exactly how much that was.

"I get it. So, I guess."

"Oh, right. The fact that it is not a report of completion of the request… is it a sale of the material?

It seems that, especially as they understand without explaining it, they are still getting better at guessing what they call an Adventurers Union (Alliance) official who is in his fifth year.

I snorted,

"Oh. It's just that things are things. I'd love to..."

"That's right. Plus, maybe some quantity? But you owed me a big bag of magic, didn't you, Mr. Lent?"

"Oh. Pretty dude"

Pretty big, to be exact, but that would be nice here.

Not without an adventurer listening, and I don't want to get tangled up later.

Shayla nodded at my words,

"Then the dismantling yard behind you would be better. I'll show you…"

That said, Shayla took turns getting up and starting walking with the staff who were nearby and the receptionist.

I'll follow behind it.

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The Adventurers' Union (Guild) has several rooms for demolition of demons, but that is only a simple one, often used for appraisal of items already dismantled than the dismantling itself in one way or another.

In general, it is normal to dismantle larger demons than to some extent or, in the event of a number, in a dismantling yard co-located behind the Adventurers' Union Guild.

It is rather on this side that they will be acting on behalf of us in dismantling, where those who constantly specialise in dismantling work are working.

There are a lot of assignments from retired adventurers, butchers, etc., but everyone has unparalleled knowledge and skills of dismantling and pays a fee to dismantle them if they say they can't dismantle themselves or are tough to do so on their own due to size and number issues.

I've learned quite seriously about demolition among adventurers. Yeah, I'm pretty good at demolition work because I do a number in my home village, but when it comes to demolition of talasks on boulders, the story changes.

Because the amount, the size, and the solidity of it are strong poisonous to the body, so there's no reason to dismantle it around there.

I'm not poisoned, so I wouldn't have a problem with myself, but one day, when I dismantled the whole city, soiled it in the soil, and penetrated it into the groundwater, suddenly there was an unexplained mass poison death, then there was trouble.

Here, I can safely leave it to you because there are enough measures in place to deal with what I said.

"... Mr. Dario! Dario!

When we reached the entrance to the demolition yard, Shayla shouted so inside from its open entrance.

Because it is a fairly large building due to its use, so it is the everyday tea meal that is in a position that cannot be heard unless it is called out with that much voice.

And on several calls,

"Whoa! Wait a minute!

And, I heard a wild man, and then a while later, one strong man came here.

It is Dario Costa, one of the heads of this demolition site.

I've known him many times in my life, but he doesn't seem to know he's a Lent Fina on a boulder looking at me now.

"Sorry to keep you waiting...... a little more pig ghost" Orc "was brought in today and I'm pretty understaffed. The pork ghost" Oak "meat is unusual everywhere."

Apparently, you've been cutting off the work.

But the pig ghost "Oak"?

Though not so many things can be brought in bulk, they are not at all there.

In addition, when there is demand, requests are made directly from butchers, resulting in soaring rewards and pick-ups.

Perhaps now, that's the time.

You weren't paying attention to the other requests because you had been asked for Dragon Blood Flowers.

I'm a little sorry I might have missed the time to make money.

I wish there was a pig ghost "Oak" in "Marsh of Talasks"... would that be good food for Talasks if I were there?

It's good, pig ghost Orc.

I'm starting to feel pathetic because it kind of just exists to be eaten.

I'm thinking about that. Leave me alone, Shayla tells Dario.

"Sorry to keep you busy, but I won't let you lose it. This Lent brought me something rare today."

On the road so far, I was telling Shayla what I was willing to turn to dismantle.

That was the dialogue.

to Shayla's words. Dario looked frigid,

"You think it's unusual? I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't enough."

That's what I said, but I open my eyes to Shayla's next word.

Shayla said.

"Mr. Lent came hunting for Tarask. He wants to turn the whole piece of material into a demolition."