Three days after he had Lindbergh examine the label, Lindbergh had handed Hans the investigation report.
That report also contained the name of the guild, the location of the guild home, and information on the members to whom it belonged, and Lindbergh's excellence was asked just by looking at the completeness of the detailed report.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lindbergh. You haven't been feeling well lately, have you? This is a reward. Eat some delicious food with this money and refine it."
Hans handed over a piece of gold coin when he said so.
The reward for collecting information is a broken amount.
"No, I'm fine"
But Lindbergh declines the reward.
The reason for this was that it was coming from the hindsight that succumbed to Remilia's threats.
"Just take it. I intend to fully understand your modesty. But it is also the role of those who stand above to pay just compensation for their work. Don't embarrass me."
"If that's all you're saying..."
Lindbergh receives gold coins.
Seeing Lindbergh receive gold coins in a respectful manner, Hans thought he was well placed to use candy and whips to divide his men.
"Hmm. I knew it!! Isn't that what I expected!? An adventurer on the label's guild is a piece of junk that's not even a C-level adventurer on top of just two!! Ha ha. No, this is it. You're a good fit for an old man."
Looking at the report, Hans makes a fool of the labels and suddenly starts laughing out loud.
Lindbergh couldn't hide his surprise at Hans' first appearance.
In fact, the Lyons are attacking a C-level dungeon, but the label didn't sell the dungeon core, so it wasn't recognized as a C-level adventurer as it stands.
The next day, in the lobby of Alliance headquarters, Hans decided to take Remilia and Lindbergh and ambush the label.
The labels stop by Alliance headquarters every day because the report also said so.
The labels who finished the dungeon attack that day were coming to Alliance headquarters to sell the demonic stones they had acquired.
Enter the ground floor lobby of the headquarters where the reception counter is located.
The lobby was overflowing with adventurers, no different from day to day.
I haven't worn a face guard since the end of the breeding season.
Because I can't help hiding my face anymore.
"Will you guys wait here? Because as soon as I sell the Demon Stone, I'll be back."
"Yeah. Got it."
"Heh."
I confirmed the two replies. The label turned right and started heading to the counter.
But at that moment, I can call from behind.
The voice sounded familiar and the label stiffened the body.
"Wow!! You look good, old man on the label?
I listened to my voice and I knew it, but looking back, the guy I least wanted to see stood.
"Hans... what the hell are you doing to me?
"I heard your old man made a guild. That's why I'm here. Sounds like those two are guild members. Is it worth the existence of a guild with only grubby fish who can't even be a C-level adventurer?
The label I was badly told about Lyon and Dan only made me stretch my face for a moment.
But I calmed my mind and put it back to normal.
But Hans hadn't missed a change of heart on the label.
He spotted sharply and hit the label's weekpoint.
"Mr. Label, what about this guy?
Lion, who was watching a series of streams, spoke to the label.
"You guys are the ones who don't have to get involved. You can't deal with them. You got it."
"But!?
Hans, who noticed the exchange between Lion and the label, spoke to Lion.
"You're one of the old men, aren't you? Yeah, let me tell you something good. This old man has a habit of not fighting. He only gives instructions from behind. I'm a coward. Once you figure it out, you should just get out of your guild. If you don't, there won't be enough lives. You can scout for my biggest guild in this country [All Grand] for anything. If that happens, the old man will be alone."
Hans laughs holding his belly.
Remilia looked at the situation a little further away, looking funny, and Lindbergh was bewildered by Hans' ugly demeanor.
"What the hell is this guy? You're annoying."
Dan, who kept his mouth shut all the time, started complaining.
"What? Kid, do you know who I am?
"You know what? But you're Mr. Label's enemy, aren't you?
"Don't even deal with Dan. All you have to do is make me say what I want."
Then Hans put his face closer to the label's ear and whispered in a small voice that he could not hear around.
"If you turn against me, you'll never be able to dive into a dungeon again. It's easy enough to crush you. Get the hell out of this city when you figure it out!! You rotten porter bastard."
The moment I said it away, Hans was laughing high.
"I can't stand it anymore."
It was Lion who kept quiet next to the label and watched what happened.
Lion breaks in between the label and Hans.
"Lion, don't. Don't deal with him."
"No!!
"If you're gonna do it, I'm gonna do it!!
Dan also leaps forward, losing.
"Who's a freshly adventurous, unclassified, cluttered fish trying to poke at? Are you dead?
"I don't know who you are. But I'm not afraid because I don't feel awesome at all."
"Lyon. You're right. Not compared to Mr. Galiver. It's not powerful."
"What the heck, you're so busy with your miscellaneous fish habits!! Get me down!! Good ready, I'll punish you if you want!!
"Dear Hans, they are women, children. Master Hans is here to deal with adults!!
"May fly, Lindbergh!! The biggest guild master in this country has been cocked. It involves guild tickets."
"But!!
Lindbergh was desperately trying to stop Hans.
"That's it!!!
Then I heard a loud voice in the hall.
One man approached with a woman wearing glasses as she cracked the hedge.
"You... no, you..."
Hans noticed the target and changed his voice color.
"Ah, old man. Thanks for listening before."
Dan noticed, too, and talked to him intimately.
"Whoa, boy. I'm getting a report. Glad you made it."
It was the head of the guild who came before Hans.