"It's too late... it's just weird that after two whole days I haven't heard from you in any way"
"It's late... it's just weird that after two whole days, there's no deposit whatsoever"
Me and Mr. Muge said that at the same time.
This is a warehouse in Mr. Muge's chamber of commerce, where we were allowed to sleep. Although a bed just strawed to a sleeping table assembled with iron pipes was extremely qualitative, from the adventurer's point of view, it just has a bed. Your word. There is no more treatment because there is a door and even a key can be hung.
Sometimes I miss the bed at Count Sullies' Mansion, though.
"Er... Reggie is hearing from Mr. Lulusha, and Mr. Muge's is about the money that sold the automaton, right?
"" Yes ""
I got hammered again.
There are only three of us here: me, Mr. Muge, and Mr. Mimino.
Mr. Dantes and Mr. Nong go out to hang out in the city if they don't have a labyrinth attack, and Mr. Zelly is sleeping in quite a room. Apparently, he was at a casino in the Empire last night... but Mr. Muge says, "There's no casino. Hey?" I can't solve the fact that I had my neck clenched.
Well, I guess you're going somewhere that's not even Rokuro. I'm sure of it.
Anyway,
"I know you're reporting a labyrinth attack or arranging treatment for the wounded, but it's day three. I don't know what's going on...... you forgot or something?
"No. What do you say? For once, we are the benefactors of life, and I don't think we're going to be so unhindered."
"... mr. Muge. Is there any way to contact Labyrinth Tactics?
"Yes, I do, of course. Shall we go?
"Never."
I know Mr. Lulusha's busy, but even I've come this far. I want to meet and talk early.
"What about Mr. Muge? Want to go to the Chamber of Commerce where you bought it?
"Labyrinth Control -- oh, it's an organization with Labyrinth Tactics, but I'll take you to that building and I'll go myself."
"But 1,000 Imperial gold coins is a lot of money, so you can't pay them right away or something like that."
"No. I don't think you'll ever have any money because the winning Chamber of Commerce is an up-and-coming and growing Chamber of Commerce! I think it's an operation around the corner where you've been after Division 4 instead of Division 1."
"What do you mean?
"Shall we walk around it? Time is gold. Time is gold."
Sipping a glass of water, Mr. Muge stood up.
There's a "Time Is Money" adage in this world, too.
According to Muge, established and large chambers of commerce wanted to accompany the labyrinth offensive divisions 1 to 3, and the four divisions led by Mr. Lulusha, a half with the human race, were not popular. Conversely, Division 4 has fewer rivals and is likely to be able to secure rare loot items (automatons).
"In fact, there's so much money out there that I think I can pile up 1,000 pieces of gold."
Mr. Muge said, like other HRs,
"Um, Mr. Muge? I'm starting to think you're not going to pay for the Chamber of Commerce."
"Is there a Lorolo Chamber of Commerce?
Rollo, that's an amazing name for a chamber of commerce. When I wrote it in Japanese, I didn't know if it was Ro (Ro), Mouth (Chi) or □ (possibly).
"There were other chambers of commerce there. If I can't believe I'm not paying here, it's a tradesman's name break. You won't have to worry about that."
"Is that right...?
"Oh, the Labyrinth Strategy Bureau is over there"
The cat Chang left, so the three of us are walking down the road.
There is strong sunlight to illuminate. The refs were all wearing bright-colored hoods such as white and sandy to prevent sunlight.
The blackish building reached has a square shape with no flavor or flavor and a sense of "bureaucracy" to see.
At the front entrance there was a "Labyrinth Administration" sign.
"Then I'm going to the Lololo Chamber of Commerce, aren't I? If you need to ID me, give me my name."
"Thank you"
Mr. Muge waved away.
I enter the Labyrinth Service with Mr. Mimino. The interior of the building was limp because of the shade, or if there was something like cooling.
The protector and two guards approaching with a stick on their hips and a short metal spear on their right hand, but when I told them that I wanted to see Mr. Lulusha and that I had promised to meet him and get some time, they looked at each other.
"... I'll check upstairs, so you wait over there"
The lobby for visitors, too small to say, was pointed to the space where only 10 chairs were placed. Without the ornamental plants, the painting would not be hung, a truly killer landscape place —— it was like a detention center.
Light is shooting in through the window, and you can see the refs busily going out there.
The refs work really well. He walks fast and works from morning to evening. "There is no casino," Mr. Muge said, perhaps with the temperament of the refs.
"... hey, Reggie. I wonder if I'm glad I followed you to see Mr. Lulusha."
When I thought the guards weren't coming back, Mr. Mimino asked.
"It's not a problem at all. Mr. Lulusha is just my benefactor's grandson."
"Huh!? Oh, really?
"Ah... I, didn't I tell you?
With that said, I don't think I was talking to you. I mean, the "silver balance" folks are too kind to listen to me when I was in the mine or something. So I was distracted from talking about the old Hinga guy too... No, no, no, wait. I don't know what the circumstances are, but that's all because I said, "I want to see someone named Lulusha," and everyone followed me this far?
(Lovers of the bottom)
Failed. Even though you trusted me so far, I may have floated with the joy of becoming a member of the "Silver Balance" and the pleasure of traveling with everyone.
We'll talk to Mr. Dantes and Mr. Nong when we get home.
"When I was in the mine, someone told me a lot about the world. He's his grandson."
"Yes... what. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry--"
"Yes, no, no, Mr. Mimino, I don't think this is such a pry. Besides, when I was in the mine... it's not a very good memory, but I would still be dead if I hadn't gone over there."
If I hadn't sold myself, my parents would have killed me. That's all about the black hair color and the black eye color.
Mr. Mimino looked hazy, but I tried to be bright,
"It's past. Now that I'm happy to have an adventure with Mimino, it's not hard."
That's what I said.
Then I told him about old Hinga. [M] All kinds of things I taught you at the mine. Mr. Mimino, hammering, occasionally talks about medicinal herbs and says, "You were that familiar with him, weren't you?" I was surprised. Even as a halfling pharmacist and from expert Mimino, the knowledge of the old Hinga seemed outstanding.
I had lost track of time and talked, but -- I stopped talking when I heard a strange noise.
"Mm, what's up, Reggie? If you say so, it's too late for the guards to come back."
"... Mr. Mimino"
Even without my fortified ears, you'll see —— that there's no one to walk outside (...).
The passers-by outside the window are interrupted.
And no one goes in or out of this building.
Clear your ears. Faintly, I heard multiple scrubbing sounds of metal.
"Every single one of these buildings seems to be besieged by armed groups. I don't want to think about it, but our aim is likely to be…"
I'm just here to see Mr. Lulusha, what do you mean?