Entering the guild —— there were more adventurers than there were yesterday. But they never turned a gaze of disgust at Mr. Lykira, and they were obsessed with stories within their peers.
- I saw it, too, seriously.
It was a lot earlier in the morning, wasn't it?
--Give it a ride.
I headed to the counter and asked the female staff if I could visit the training area. Then,
"I don't mind that, but you haven't used anyone today"
"Really?
"Yes, Joseph, the training officer, was contacted by your home when he took the morning off --"
You're hungover, I know.
"-- the other adventurers are at that rate in the morning. Hey. Did you see that? I hear the Magic Guide airship is here. Looks like it was right after sunrise and I slept and couldn't be seen. He says it's in the Duke's castle now."
"hi, airship!?"
There is such a thing!? I had no idea. I've never even seen it.
"That's right. Even in the Keith Grant Federation, there are only five fingers left, but the Castle of Heavenly Princess, owned by His Majesty Geffelt, is coming to this capital."
"Heh. Is the king on board?
"No, you don't. Everything seems to have something to do with the Adventurer Alliance, and the Alliance Master is called in the morning..."
"You."
A musty facial submaster appeared.
"Is there a hippo slapping his mouth in vain?
"Oh, su, excuse me...... so feel free to visit the training ground"
"Thank you"
I wanted to ask you a few more questions, but I decided to quietly disperse because I have a sub-master who is still making fun of me. Then the submaster is called in from the back by another official to sneak in. I wish I hadn't come out from the beginning, but let's get it over with.
"You've been talking a lot."
"Ah, yes. That's right...... I would have heard more if the submaster hadn't come"
"Oh, I don't know about that, motherfucker."
Wow, straight balls.
"Oh? Reggie, aren't you going to the training ground?
"It seems that no one is using it today..."
I'm so sorry I meant it. It's a chance to learn talent...... I can't help it, let's give it up already here and stick with it in the direction of practice. You must acquire a gift!
"Why don't we just wait for Osama from Dantes to come over?"
"Yes."
"I've heard more interesting stories."
Mr. Lykira talks to me as I move to a corner in the guild. Looks like he was waiting in the inconspicuous and listening.
"Are you talking about the Magic Guide airship?
"Hmm? No, you don't."
That's not true.
"Anything, a kid who fluttered out of a merchant squad that was attacked by a monster in the street helped."
"Did you help? A child?"
"That's the magic nobody's ever seen before. You know Yado magic?
"It's eight different kinds of magic, classified as the gifted pearl 'Magic Characteristics', right? You know, Mr. Mimino's flower magic."
"Yes, yes. Two rare ones are [light magic] and [dark magic], right? I've never seen either..."
Somehow Mr. Lykira talks to me in a good mood. Thin Macho Tundele Is the Beast Man finally in the dele phase?
"He said it was a dark lineage kind of skill. It was Lizard Centaur with a dragon in his upper body and a horse in his lower body that was attacking the merchants... and the dragon's hard scales were spat with a single blow."
"... wait a minute"
When I heard the story, I felt like a nod. [M]
"Maybe that means a black slaughter like a sword... slashed a monster?
"Oh, you're right. Oh, my God, you heard that from the Alliance staff, too."
————
I know. The black slaughter.
It's Lark.
That's Lark!
"Mr. Lykira! Who said, it!? Tell me who you know!
"Oh, hey, what's going on, suddenly --"
It was when I crammed into Mr. Lykira.
"--Adventurers, listen!
The submaster appeared from the back to this side again at some point.
The face is bright blue and shaky as the paper in his hand bubbles. The adventurers stop the conversation and try to overhear the submaster.
"We've got more urgent communications than Rokuten Mine! The dragon is flying to the capital! Starting now, the Alliance will hold an emergency call and request all Adventurers to deploy defenses to fight the Dragon!
Inside the Adventurer Guild became a noise like a hive. People who sneak out of the guild, people who cram into submasters and other officials (too little information), people who discuss speculation within their peers, people who set themselves up as tattooed youthful (those people are advanced adventurers in superior, shiny armor).
I stopped asking Mr. Lykira about Lark...
"Come on, what's all this fuss?
and it was Mr. Dantes who came there. Apparently, the issue of the exit permit just received what I had already asked for yesterday, and I immediately came to the guild.
"'Dragon'...?
Mr. Dantes frowns when he hears the story.
"Oh. What do you think, Osama?"
"I've heard stories of slaves rioting in the Rokuten mine, but you haven't heard stories about dragons. But if there was any magical communication, I think it is... obviously not enough information."
Mr. Dantes tried to put his arms around him and think about it, and then when he and I looked at each other, he seemed to deviate uncomfortably.
"... Mr. Dantes, I am"
"Reggie, you don't have to tell me"
That's what he says instantly. Oh, I guess these people are sweet even in such a floating situation. Even Mr. Lykira could have asked me "mine" and "dragon". But I didn't say anything. Mr. Nong stands behind me and gently embraces me with both his hands.
I was in the woods not so far from the mine. Tattoos showing slaves in the hands.
The fact that I've been running away from the mine —— obviously.
"No, I'll talk. I saw something like a dragon."
So right now, if the danger is imminent, we have to talk about it here.
The submaster said it was a "dragon". Though I felt like a giant bird.
I was obsessed and talked about what looked like a "dragon" appearing over a mine. Although it was the Dantes who had a caring face at first, he listened with a serious face when he found out what the story was about to be a nasty one.
"-- so. We haven't seen him at all after the rain of light."
Shin, he was quiet.
Not only Mr. Dantes, but the other adventurers listened to me. [M]
The first to react was the submaster.
"You. If that's what you're talking about, you're a slave who's fled the mine..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
I came in blocking the submaster's words from
"Joseph!"
A musculoskeletal trainer on the skinhead, that was him. When I look at Mr. Dantes, I tense the edge of my mouth and raise one hand. Mr. Dantes also raised one hand and said, "You got a mess yesterday," "Idiot. I asked him out, so I guess it's natural," he said with a light mouth, hands and hands aligned with the pacin.