Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The day after the Eber-Boun riots, I met Brother Gordon in the alley.

Of course, to have the rewards recovered from Gaston handed over.

When I walked in as promised, I saw Gordon looking at me and waving.

Gordon pulls the bag from Mordon's hand and runs this way.

With this appearance, the recovery from Gaston seems to have gone well.

Meir doesn't seem to have a very good impression on Gordon because of his first look, and when Gordon came running, he lowered the end of his mouth slightly and hid softly behind me.

"Brother Abel! This is a redemption for this crusade and the roots! Wow, how much do you think that is?

Gordon stopped in front of me as I swayed the bag, and I said so.

Mordon catches up a little late.

"Hey, hey brother... you don't have to run so much..."

Mordon seems tired because of his sudden run to fit his brother, breathing on his shoulders.

Gaston's reward handover took place at a special desk, so I don't know how much it was worth.

Apparently, Ebel Bourne's roots are worth it there, and the withdrawal of private soldiers once should have raised the profile.

Because it varies from currency to currency, it is not very discernible from the bulge of the bag.

Is this about 800,000 Gs?

If Constantly has so much pounding money coming in, it might be a good idea to get out of town a month or so already.

Well, if you exceed the real value here, the air freezes.

Do you want to keep your expectations low?

"Five hundred thousand..."

"Oh, multieyed, hi, about a million G!?

Meir, hidden in my shadow, half-baked out and covered her words with a slightly rubbed voice.

I clamp Meir's shoulder and step forward to hide her figure.

"It's a million and a half G, a million and a half G! Millions of rewards for crusading! Five hundred thousand for the roots!

"Hiccup!?

Was that demon so dangerous?

The reward for the adventurer was rather squeezed, and he behaved roughly, even though he often saw the guy in the liquor store who was zero in stupidity.

I also feel a little subtle when asked if he was that dangerous a demon, but maybe the timing was good because it was after the Lord's private forces withdrew.

"Gaston used to give it to me honestly."

Honestly, I thought it would be a lot of money to get out of the city.

"Oh, you're so creepy honest. I was in such a good mood. He said he'd keep asking for it."

... That Osama, that's quite a bit more than I thought.

Was it such a pleasure to have developed a reputation?

"He just asked me to lend him some money, so I lent him some money from my hand. I'm afraid to find out my strength, so I can't throw a bad party, and I'm having a lot of trouble working on gold. Next time, they're going to repair the city walls they were temporarily recruiting."

"Yeah...... oh yeah. Will that happen..."

... If the city heroes were out on the wall repairs, I wonder if they would be more suspicious that way.

What's he going to do now that he can't work as an adventurer by ranking him up in the first place?

Shouldn't we have just cut off the edge without pulling it off when this other guy said he wanted to quit?

I've gone from being a quasi-D adventurer to a day labourer.

Why is he happy with that?

"... ho, really, do you have a million and a half? Or let me count."

Meir takes her body out of me again and gently reaches for Gordon.

You care so much about your forehead?

"Hey, Miss Horn. I don't mind, but they won't suspect me of letting you out here."

Mere, who receives the bag from Gordon, crouches until then and counts the currency by putting her hand in the bag.

"O, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand... fifty thousand..."

With the look I came up with, bumps and squeaks.

... Oh, because if you think things are going wrong, you'll almost be able to pay off your debt to Meir this time?

I thought I cared about my forehead strangely by reason.

... Meir has a priori who tried to buy out a whole bunch of James' merchandise or lent me two million pounds, so I'll keep it as a living fund for now.

It just keeps happening the whole time.

I wish I could give it back in a good way.

After receiving the reward, he gave the Gordon brothers the commission before breaking up.

... I gave it to Gaston for his debts.

In the meantime, I had trouble storing a lot of money, so I decided to keep it hidden in the body of the world-tree oatem instead of precious metal.

This can be handed over to the warrant right away, and the crime prevention is just fine.

If they touched me poorly, I magically adjusted it to burst out crying out loud, screaming, and kept it insured.

It took a lot of work, so I want it to work once or so.

Halfhabitually head to the Adventurer Support Office to gather information.

I have to make sure I get an assessment from the perimeter of the gaston.

I found the guys that used to be around Gaston, so I decided to pretend to be reading the Adventurer newspaper and eavesdrop them nearby.

"Ah, Mr. Gaston, I've become a distant person...... I thought this was gonna happen someday. I knew it, because it was different from the sword wave. Like this, luxuriously, blah blah..."

A big man with a headscarf on his head says so with a translation face, nodding yeah by himself.

"... that's not just being pulled by the weight of the sword. You were laughing at the tavern, too. See, he danced with a sword and said he was imitating Brother Gaston. Hey, Gaston, how's it going because your brother made it to work?

A relatively small man in the group laughs at the big man with a kerakera laugh.

The big man stares back at the little man with a grumpy look.

"No, no, neither did I. I knew that guy was gonna be big. I thought you smelled different."

Another man praises Gaston so he can forgive them both.

"But yesterday, he had a drink at the drunken pavilion. Are you crazy? 'Cause all of a sudden, this is absolutely crazy."

Even then, a small man pinches his mouth.

He shook his head in a loud and deliberate manner and exhaled loudly, "Huh" as if he was frightened.

The faces of the men who were talking in a spirit clouds.

"Hey Childs, are you trying to get your ass kicked into Mr. Gaston's work? Ah?"

"Uh, yes, no, but..."

Little man, Childe looks around and then realizes he has no company and breaks his expression like he's in a hurry.

"I'm glad I broke my back talking about people. What the hell are you doing? Mr. Gaston's sword rusty?

Mr. Gaston's sword is in the pawn shop now.

"That's a good amount of nerve. Hey, come on out."

"Hey! Yeah, 'cause!' Cause! Hey, let go, it hurts! Whoa!"

Childs were immediately surrounded and taken outside the facility.

Me and Meir were watching where Childe was going as she was drawn without expression.

"... rumors are scary."

It has now made it possible for the truth to be crushed by the majority.

I guess the way Childs said it was also disastrous.

"Right, right"

There were some bad butts, and I tried to leave the Adventurer Support as I was.

When I tried to walk out softly so as not to make a sound, I was called from behind.

"Isn't that Abel? I see you again."

"Hih!

Unexpectedly looking back in his voice, a familiar blonde gets into his eyes.

It was Meizen.

"Hey, what a meizen. Looking good..."

I tried to mouth the template when I met a facial acquaintance, but I stopped the words along the way.

... beneath Myzen's eyes, a neighborhood was formed.

"Look, if there's anything bothering you, I'll ask you. Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, stay, well, it's not a big deal. If you hang on to me, you won't be able to handle this level of trial!... maybe."

Apparently, Gisgis at the party still can't see the thread of the resolution.