Ohanabatake no Maousama

The adventurer's guild was quiet. Normally, start-ups waiting for requests and veterans at rest are booming while drinking at the table, but the situation has changed completely here.

Runaways are rented out to help rebuild a village, and veterans are rented out for major jobs and are almost absent. He is making a lot of money, but he looks closed.

At the reception of such a guild, a man was sticking his cheek on his face. No, if you look closely, your head is up and down. Apparently she is sleeping too late.

Sanatoria sighs like that and approaches the counter, scratching her stunning carrot-colored head. He looked at the man who was waiting as an escort, grabbed a bunch of papers on the table, and slammed at the counter on the head of a dozing man.

"What happened !?" A man who was at the counter with Spurn and a personal sound .... The guild master, Gunnard, woke up and was in a bad mood in front of him Finding such a best friend and smiling.

"Yeah, well ... Sanatria isn't it?" "What's" Yoo? "Work seriously, Gunnard." "No, I'm serious ... I was there. "It's past." "Well, that's true, but I'm busy working because the bottom is working hard."

With no words to say back, Gannard received the papers from Sanatoria and started signing, feeling unrestrained. However, the countless papers run out quickly, and sigh again at the empty desk.

"... it's too bad. I can't help it." "I can complain to Kuders. It's because I'm doing all the work." Sighs Gannan, Sanatoria in a slightly guilty voice. I pushed it away.

Currently, this adventurer's guild has only two jobs. One is Kuders's work on reconstruction assistance, and the other is Kuders' work on drug eradication.

In both cases, most of the reporting is done through Kudels. Documents arranged so as not to make a sound of buzz have no waste, and as a result, there is almost no need to do gunnard.

All of the miscellaneous regular operations undertaken by this guild were arranged to be replaced by other guilds under the influence of this guild, and the arrangements were also Kudels's work.

"But it's almost always too competent. I don't know in which country the Kouders were bureaucrats, but it's going to be too much behind if there are so many people who can do the job." , Gunnard spills such bitches.

If one of the drawbacks of the nearly perfect Kudels job is, is it "too competent?" This would have spoiled the surroundings too much, resulting in bosses and subordinates who could not do anything if they were bad. On the other hand, if you try to transfer the work to another place, the content is too advanced and it can not be managed by other things, causing the quality of the work to deteriorate, and the contribution is too high to keep you away from the field ...... A man with really bad qualities.

"Speaking of which, Sanatria. How's your job going?" "No problem. I've just reported to you that you've got the number of slaves you need and are about to deliver it to Kudels." Sanatria has offered a thick roster. It contains the name of the slave as well as the technology that the slave is good at.

"Well, that's just this collection of artisan-slaved slaves." Gannad sighed as if she was stunned, and shrugged, saying Sanatria wasn't much of a hassle.

"Well, the artisans are just those who have accumulated stress. They promise to split the profits with the bandits' guilds, set up a betting stake, and then, if you're in debt, it's easy to get a slave contract." "Hey, it's a crime. That's not what the guilds and governments are looking at?" Gunnard whispers instinctively, but Sanatoria laughs at his mouth as he has nothing.

"No problem. In the case of the government, the sponsor of the example found by Kuders was talking to me, the target was only a nose picker of the craftsman guild. The negotiation was really easy." Governors and craftsmen guilds are guru. This is probably the time when the casinos have a blue face, losing a lot of ducks.

"But if you take those guys, will they be useful as a craftsman?" "I'm not worried. There is a goddess who is beautiful and awkward. Yes, it seems that the problems Gunnard has come up with have already been addressed.

"What was your next purpose?" "It's going to turn a village into a town? Indeed, what he thinks is always outrageous." By the way, the final goal I heard from Kudels is much larger than that Is big. When I first heard it, I thought I couldn't do that, but looking at this steadily advancing sight, I felt as if it would really happen.

"And it's all I want to do with my own command. I'm so cursed by the damned, crippled body." It seemed dazzling. …… just a little bit jealous.

He must have felt such depression. Sanatoria reached out to him as if to ask for a handshake.

"... What are your hands?" "I'm here, Gunnard." "Huh? What are you talking about? I'm a guild master !?" Show him a quiet deserted lobby of the guild.

"The guild master's job is also closed. The job is all mediating through Kudels, so I don't know what to do even if I'm away." There is ... "To be honest, I want to jump out of such a boring place right now. But he looks down and looks down at the empty table to counter his wishes. Then, Sanatoria grabbed his shoulder tightly, not to flee. He looked straight into the eyes of Gunnard, who raised his face.

"Don't say boring things, best friend. Would you like to work with me for the first time in a long time? Is it okay to leave it to other people for your current job?" If you look at these eyes, you will be dragged out. In an attempt to shake off his best friend's temptation, Gunnard tried to turn his eyes away from his eyes.

However, she could not distract her from Sanatoria. The emotions that spring up in my heart contain his movement.

"... It's still good at inviting people as usual. I'm going to pound on weak areas of people." "No?" But Sanatria's eyes said, "Isn't it? Whisper. It was already the limit. Gunnard throws his pen on the desk and raises his hands.

"Surrender. Take me. I'm a bit sick of the fight against the papers." And smiling at each other, Gunnard clenched Sanatoria's outstretched hand.