Lined up at the reception, the surrounding hissing was spreading more and more.
There is little pure praise, just a caged reckoning of jealousy.
Meir had only heard what was convenient, glittering the fur of the black bear around her as she softened happily.
"... shouldn't we hide it a little longer?
"Really?
"Please, seriously. It's never going to be Loc."
"Mmm, if Abel says..."
Honestly, as a cautious person, I'm very uncomfortable.
I'm not going to have a spirit if I'm exposed to this kind of gaze every time.
I don't care if I even get paid.
Next time, I'll leave it to Mere in general.
I don't want any merit or credibility.
But... can't you hold Meir just as well?
Not all the guys aren't getting their hands on me like I was drunk earlier.
At this rate, it's going to get worse as the day goes on.
Do you have any good hands?
What's the matter, do you have one big fight and do magnificent magic?
No, don't hurry up, me.
If I had brought it back like every day, it would have healed inside.
Now I just have to bet on that possibility.
Adventurer's Support was wrapped up in a different and disturbing air.
Though it has subsided somewhat since Meir made it into a concealed mood, it is only somewhat.
Some people sit in the reception space after they finish their work and observe this one.
In a difficult space, my order is finally getting closer.
The receptionist was a woman who looked faceless and clerical.
The hair bracketed in the back and slightly tight eyes give the impression that it is likely to be elicited.
"Ka, besides, the end money came in, Shh! Do you want to use it? Hey sister, even if you're drunk this evening..."
"Sorry, but the next one is waiting for you. If you have confirmed the number, please leave quickly."
"Shit, bad love. You gotta be kidding me, you idiot."
It was pale for numb adventurers as well.
He doesn't even have a frown on the throwaway dialogue, he looks indifferent.
He still looks young, but I'm sure he's someone he's used to there.
Good.
It may absorb this intent and bring it to an end quickly.
"Excuse me, I hunted a warcraft that matched the characteristics of the mutant species for which the crusade request was being made..."
That's what I told the receptionist, lurking my voice.
Meir checks his surroundings just momentarily, putting the shivers and black bear ears on his desk.
"This is from The Black Devil with the Head Eater! or did you hunt!? May I see your report, Rohi?
The receptionist shouted so excitedly and banged her desk with both hands.
He was a complete loser.
I look around the support center unexpectedly.
The surrounding eyes, which were hanging together, were pointed at this side at the same time.
"I mean, I hunted... something could have been dying from the start..."
"The content of the report does match the sightings, too! Excuse me, this is a rare species with few precedents, so may I take a moment to discern it, please?
The receptionist spoke so that she could curl up quickly.
I'm spitting so much on my desk.
"And... you know, I want to find out the nature of your fur, so could you lend it to me? I will also process it as a service here! We will also give you a higher price!
Meir agrees with me with her gaze, and then passes the fur to the receptionist.
I don't mind the fur, but I want you to hold your voice a little longer.
Something's already ruining everything.
"Oh, um... a little quieter..."
"I know you're busy, but wait a little while at the rest stop! You will hear from us later and come to a special desk on another floor!
"............... Um"
"You're very sturdy and you're a good fur! A hypothesis has been made from the reported example that you have a strong resistance to slaughter, so if that's true, you should be able to sell it for quite a bit! Expect it!
The receptionist embarked on herself and told me so as she gasped posing.
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One thing I've figured out.
The adventurers seem to feel jealous as peers, but if you look at it from the staff side, it's not just a relationship of mutual cooperation, there's no jealousy or other fine dust, so they're really going to be neglected.
There must have been no malice, it must have been a pure blessing.
The receptionist seemed to have finally noticed a change in the atmosphere after a tight noise.
Cover your mouth, blush, pinch the cough, and then finally lower the volume of your voice.
"You've made a little noise. I did a great imitation, shame on you."
... I think it's a matter of content, not everyone's surprised because they had a loud voice.
Next time I really need to work out some more measures......
"What? What did the chicken cho do there? Ah?"
Looking back, a big man scratched the crowd somewhat lavishly and was about to come here.
Big face, blue hair, mustaches connected to a mochi, wild hairy swollen arms.
Gaston.
Gaston was wrinkling in his face and staring at me.
Three people follow Gaston after Gaston, through the path that Gaston pierced and how it stinks.
He really stinks when it stinks.
"Hey, hey, I'm in trouble! Mr. Gaston Garnand, right? You must have been warned by a number of nuisances? If you don't want to leave, you'll be heavily penalized for suspending Adventurer Support and banning access to all branches!
The receptionist gives advice over the counter.
Gaston flaunts his face and brings his face closer to the receptionist.
"You shut up. What I need is a fucking kid over there. Besides, I'm gonna do something positive for this facility, right?
"Ko, to this facility, plus?
"Oh, yeah. Sometimes I'm there, like that fucking kid over there, some motherfucker trying to rank me illegally."
Gaston sighs deeply as he deliberately puts his hand on his forehead, staring at me.
"Because of this, we can bury people who are supposed to be more appreciated. Didn't you? Whoa, tell me, kid. How did you end up in that weak gatai? Oh? You licked me a lot because the junior judges are sweet. You imitated me?
... Is it possible that the person to be appreciated is meant to be me?
Sure, the rumor I heard was that Gaston had no sign of moving at all in the last few years from quasi-D grade.
It comes to the attention of the aristocracy, at least from class C.
While I wanted to go up but had no movement and was frustrated, I heard that I, who seemed weak, had tailored a highly dangerous warcraft and seemed to have come to blame for supposing that it must be fraudulent.
"It is the job of our staff to review it, and your..."
"How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up!! Because you are incompetent, I guess I will put down my hammer straight away!! If 'The Black Devil of Head Eating' was truly class C superior as estimated danger, there's no way I can hunt for such a little kid!! I didn't even know that, officials are just stupid!!
One of the surroundings forcefully take the report that the receptionist had.
"Ah! Hey, you, give it back!
The receptionist stretches her hand and flips herself.
"Ka-ha-ha! Come on, brother Gaston, this guy's a masterpiece!
"Huh. What, what kind of cod did it say?
"Kihihi, that's right. Brother Gaston can read it to me. I'll ask you out loud enough to spread across this floor!
Bad, that report was written by Meir with his own sense.
Meir is also half crying as she grates.
I gently took the wand out of my nose and gripped it hard.
No, but if I bump into some sorcery here, there's a lot of noise...
The perimeter passes the report to Gaston.
Gaston suddenly dyed his complexion even more red, floating his blood vessels and punching his surroundings.
"I said read it! You're gonna make me laugh that I can't read!
"Su, suiyasu..."
The surroundings crawl all over the floor, picking up their own teeth falling out of their mouths.
In that gap I waved my wand and floated the magic formation.
"ব া ত া (Wind) ব হ ন (Carry)"
Come on - a breeze passed through grabbed the report and went back to the receptionist's hand.
"Uh, now... magic? Such a precise, quick...... what, coincidence?
The receptionist opens her eyes and stares at the report that fits in her hand.
"I wouldn't worry about it. Trouble solves itself. Regarding the example Black Bear reward, etc., I will come to pick it up later after most of it has cooled down. So, are you okay?
"Huh? That's okay... but..."
I turn back to Gaston and get my cane tip down to the floor.
"Neither way ahead, I just didn't think I'd have this spirit every time at this rate. Just fine."
"About what?
"Why don't we talk in the back street outside? I don't want to be any more spectacular, so the audience is one-on-one without it. Wait for Meir, too."
"Me too, Meir? Huh? Huh?
Apparently Meir was more upset than just now, comparing grate to Gaston and me.
"Ha-ha! You're a more brainy kid than I thought, funny. Hey, you guys, wait here."
"" "Yes, Brother Gaston!
The three surrounding men align their mouths and answer so.
In a mixed gaze of opportunity and anxiety, Gaston and I lined up beside each other and left the facility.