After all, I wasn't determined to sell off the World Tree Oatem, and Meir and I walked the city looking for places where we were likely to get our money.
From what I've heard, they have a facility that redeems the skin and horns of a warcraft called Adventurer's Support Station.
If you can get gold just by hunting the Warcraft, you shouldn't need to prepare below or connect.
I'm confident that even magic will do anything.
They told me to ask at the facility if I was interested, so I decided to take a trip there for now.
If this is the case, you might as well have recovered Garm's body as well.
I thought James might have known, but it's a later festival.
It's not going to be anything in the blur.
He quickly entered the Adventurer Support Office and lined up with Meir for reception.
The rows are quite long.
Seems to take a lot of time to process each and every one of them.
"Speaking of which, can Meir use witchcraft or something?
Meir doesn't carry a cane or a weapon.
When you go hunting warcraft, you might want to leave it in the city.
"Uh-huh, when you ask me if I can fight the Warcraft... When Meir tried to use magic, she didn't look so good around her."
"Oh well..."
I jumped into a story where I didn't seem to be able to go too far with my neck stuck.
Is it something that gets so harassed with one of the jewels on your forehead?
"Whoa, you guys! Out of my way! Gaston's on the street.
Waiting for the line, I heard a shout from behind.
Looking back, there's a big man standing at the Adventurer's Support Center reception.
He had blue hair and was growing a dark jaw.
He was the type of person who didn't know the border between Momosa and his mustache.
On his right hand hangs the upper body of the Warcraft and on his left he grabs the lower body of the Warcraft.
On Gaston's left and right, there was a pair like surroundings attached.
It would be one of these things that just shouted up.
The pattern looks bad for all three of us.
Even the same threesome was still cuter for the Noswells.
The threesome walked in parallel with the line and moved to the front of our line.
Gaston pushed the man who was in front of the line, as if nothing had happened, and went sideways.
"Um, I'm in trouble. I need you to line up properly..."
"Line up, huh?
Gaston told him to make a fool of himself and put the warcraft in his hand on the floor.
Then I look back, grab the shoulder of the man lined up behind me, face all the way closer.
"Hey, were you in line? Or were you just standing still?
It's obvious that it was more than seeing fire in line.
There's no way I'm seriously asking. I'm blackmailing you.
"Uh... the..."
"Don't talk to me like that! Answer clearly!"
Gaston tells me to bark.
The man constricts and replies, "I, by chance, just stood".
"You're standing in the middle of nowhere. Come on!
Gaston stays put and pushes the man's shoulder vigorously.
The man gets up after he punches his back against the wall and is woken up by the people around him.
The two surrounding people were laughing at Guerraggera.
"... such a typical dochimpy, you're really here"
The receptionist and Gaston had been pressing questions for a while.
Yeah, you wouldn't even ask me about that kind of deal, but I guess he's a strong sense of justice.
Even if we succeed in pushing it back on this occasion, it is obvious that we will draw an extra tail later.
I hope the receptionist doesn't buy a grudge.
Ultimately, he was told by other officials and was passing reluctantly.
If you can't make it through, reason pulls in.
That was the case in previous life, but perhaps more pronounced in this world of sweet law.
It's where the warcraft killers come together. I guess security isn't very good.
"... those are the bad guys"
"I have to keep my eyes open."
I thought I'd stop beating him with magic because it wasn't a pleasant sight to watch, but I restrained myself.
If you get your hands on it badly, you can also think of bringing your people in later to harass you.
That would annoy Meir as well.
You shouldn't be involved.
When the Gastons were done running errands, they went outside laughing out loud.
... but I'm anxious to see how things are going to get involved somewhere in the near future.
Though I'd like to think it's just too much reading of comics.
After waiting about thirty minutes, the order between me and Meir finally came.
"Earlier, I apologize for not getting there."
As soon as we met face to face, the receptionist bowed his head.
This guy's been doing this to everyone since just now.
I guess he's a newbie. If you'd been so careful, you'd have fallen hard.
"Yes, no, I was just watching it silently myself, so do you say it's painful to be apologized for like that..."
Yeah, I think I'll just have to forget it because I think it's a disaster.
It would be troublesome if I could eat it down poorly and even remember it in my face.
"Actually, I came to the city here the other day. Can you tell me about the facility?
"Did you come from a place without Adventurer's Support?
"Yes, me and this kid, we grew up in the country."
"Uh, let me explain then... uh, where do I start..."
The receptionist moved his hand and took out the black book.
Thin, but big. Looks like a manual.
Maybe he's a newbie after all.
According to the receptionist's description, the main purpose of the Adventurer's Support Office seems to be to exterminate the Warcraft, support the Adventurer, and then unearth talent.
The extermination of the Warcraft is the duty of the Lords, and they say most cities have set up Adventurer Support Offices to do this efficiently.
Some lords are building private regiments and hitting extermination, but that's costly and you think there are many cases where you can't handle a sudden Warcraft disaster (monster panic)?
They have the aim of actively hunting and reducing the number of monster furs, fangs, meat, horn purchases, etc. by doing so at a stable value.
They try to use it as much as possible, but if they can't keep it, they will dispose of it.
Other ideas, he said, were plain but varied to help recruit fellows by bulletin boards as support for adventurers, and to publish newspapers to ensure that the minimum amount of information went through.
They don't do interim margins for those requests, like they're escorts or pet hunting.
They often write on bulletin boards to recruit collaborators and negotiate individually on their own, but Adventurer Support is basically a no-touch.
Perhaps there are many cases where you can rub between the client and the adventurer.
I didn't want it this way, bad I didn't tell you first.
Even if it stood every day during such a contention, officials would not be able to bear it either.
In order to receive the assistance of the Adventurer's Support Office, you must register your name and magic stamp as an adventurer.
But this is never a bad story for adventurers.
Adventurer achievements are managed on the institutional side.
He will start out as an F-level adventurer at first, but it seems that humans on the institutional side will judge him from merit and promote adventurers who meet certain requirements.
Adventurers have a variety of advantages in increasing their rank.
Because you can get a certificate issued whenever the rank increases, showing it elsewhere is a guarantee of strength.
Are there many opportunities for high-ranking adventurers to be treated as supportive in order to stay in the city more often?
Being a high-ranking adventurer allows access to hazardous districts and even possession of hazardous organisms in some cases.
And most importantly, they also have the opportunity to be named and held by nobles if they are above grade C.
This is the last of the three main objectives of Adventurer Support, which is to discover talent.
It's kind of going to bind me and it doesn't seem like much of an advantage to me, but it seems a lot of adventurers desperately try to rank it up for it.
Well, is it like freelance to full-time?
"Now... that's the basic explanation. Uh, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I get it. So, in the meantime, can you sign up for Me and Meir and have them issue you a certificate? I think I should buy the map and the newspaper later..."
I look at Meir in the eye.
"Huh? Uh, yeah, I'll leave it to Abel."
Why are you just asking me, Meir?
But it's Meir who gives the money.
If you want to buy extra minutes, it would be muscle to ask for her permission. I don't even think about it now.
They have daily fluctuating redemption lists for warcraft, warcraft sightings, recommended hunting grounds, adventurer columns, fluctuating adventurer ranks, a few rumors, from diner discount vouchers to four-coma comics.
This one's in a position to need some information.
There is no harm in buying it.
"Okay. So it's 2400G for two registered people and 3500G for two certificates, 500G for maps, 600G for newspapers."
Hear the receptionist's voice and Meir answers a long time ago.
Meir took the coins out of the bag and gave them to the receptionist in a natural motion.
... I wonder if it's becoming normal for me to have my money out.
"... Meir, bad"
"Yes? What?
... Meir, too, is starting to feel like it's normal for me to pay.
I shouldn't do this. I punched myself gently in the cheek to punish myself.
Meir wasn't looking, but the receptionist was looking at me with a 'what the heck' eye.
"… So, here's the map and the newspaper. I'll give you the number tag, so if this number is called, please go that way. We'll collect magic prints there."
A magic mark is like a magic habit.
It does not measure the magic of the person, it is simply a personal identification technique.
It's like a magic fingerprint.
I accept the number tag and leave the reception.
... Sounds kind of like a bureau from a previous life here.