Sevens

Back from the demon crusade, I sold the material I recovered while flirting, and reported it to the Alliance.

Basically, when it comes to demonic material, the guild doesn't handle it.

However, only small red stones, called demonic stones that can be collected from demons, are managed by the Alliance.

It was a valuable energy resource, as well as a guild right.

Adventurers profit by selling materials to merchants and vendors and selling Demon Stones to guilds. The Alliance is profiting from the Demon Stone deal.

Most importantly, Demon Stone has great rights.

The guild operates also because it generates enormous profits.

Nevertheless, that has nothing to do with the officials at the end.

Neither as an adventurer nor a reason to set up an alliance like the one that monopolizes the demonic stone sales route.

Line up at Mr. Hawkins' reception, as usual, and wait until the order comes.

Mr. Zelfie, bathed in returning blood, is taking a bath in coin water next to the guild.

When Nowem and I were standing in line, he looked worried about me.

"Master Lyell, are you sure you're okay? He's still pale."

"It's okay. I recovered better than I just did, and besides, if I finish the process, I'll just go home..."

I can't let it worry me, but it seems to have worried me.

"I knew you were poor."

I hear the first generation. I'm going to be so happy with my pussy.

(No, it's because of you guys)

To the happy first generation, the seventh says.

"Who was the one whose face was bright red until just now?

"Oh, it's not me!

'You can't do this! Thanks to what I said on Kime's face, I seem ashamed'

Looks like the seventh generation of faces floats with niggas.

But I want you to consider my magic a little more.

"Dear Lyell, your complexion again...... let's take a rest tomorrow. Master Lyell is overdoing it. I'll tell Mr. Zelfie from me."

"Ugh, sorry"

Can I be angry with my ancestors, who are going to use it from the healing side?

"Next please......" said Mr. Lyell! You look pale!

Mr. Hawkins even worried me.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"No, I didn't know that complexion was okay... at all, what the hell was Mr. Zelfie doing?

When Mr. Hawkins finished the process quickly, he lay down as soon as he left.

The next day after the demonic exorcism, it became a holiday.

Originally, when you go outside and deal with demons, adventurers pinch holidays, depending on their skill.

Like us, if we deal with demons in the near field, we tend to go out and take a day off repeatedly.

Because if you're dealing with slime and you're resting right now, you don't make a lot of money.

I had a good income this time because I was dealing with a goblin, and my ill health decided to take the day off.

I'm back in the rental house and getting Nowem's medical attention.

"You're still different tired when it comes to fighting. We need to increase our allies and reduce the burden on Master Lyell in the future."

Nowem wanted to say it was too overprotective, but there's a reason he can't. That's because we share your ancestors' opinions.

I dealt with seven goblins, but I could use magic to sweep them away.

Only, that's because there was an excellent avant-garde named Mr. Zelfie.

I need you in the cover right away, and I'm not letting the goblins get any closer. The magic was also used because they took the attack into their own hands.

The old sofa that was in the living room has scratches on the surface and the contents are visible.

Sitting there, watching a bonyard and an unfired fireplace.

No, I was thinking.

(When you're one of us, will you be avant-garde? I guess it depends where I'm in charge)

Basically, the current situation is that any position is fine for a buddy.

You can have a rear guard, or three people in the avant-garde can fight steadily.

"There's at least three of us, Mr. Zelfie."

"Right. There's no hanging up when it comes to luxury, but I think one more person will be stable for a while."

"Fighting counts, you mean?"

When I say that, the fifth generation puts a cross spear in it. It's unusual.

I hadn't heard a voice today, but the fifth generation seems to be in charge.

"The right word, but I just want you to understand that Lyell has the right number right now."

(Proper number?

'It's important to keep the numbers in line, but can we keep them? And the people you need? How will it develop in the future? Thinking is like a mountain. Personal strength, personality, traits, background… Leading people is difficult on a different scale.'

I see Nowem.

I was out of the living room and headed to the kitchen. Looks like we can fry some tea.

Whisper and have a conversation with the fifth generation.

"What should we do about the candidates to be included in the membership?

'You should think about the people you need. Excellent people, though. I don't suppose that's how people get into a party the way they want.'

(After all, is it difficult)

"Should I try to put it together on an ad hoc basis and know who they are or something?

"Why don't we just ask an adventurer named Zelfie about the know-how around here? We don't have adventurer know-how."

"That's right..."

(Expertise as an adventurer... I rely on second and first generation)

The first and second generation are arguably the forerunners of the Walt family who were interested in the pioneering village.

I'm not an adventurer, but I have a track record of doing something close.

The second generation also says that the first generation possesses useful skills in these matters.

Anyway, second-generation skills are skills that work by being used in conjunction with other skills.

At present, if I have the skills I can handle, it seems that the first generation has expressed the skills.

"It's easiest for the first generation to help, isn't it?

'Right. It was a simple but useful skill. I know because you took care of me, too. Easy to use, second generation skills and versatility improve your combat power at once'

The first generation of skills, in a nutshell, is' increased abilities'.

The skill name is' Fullover '.

Simply improve your ability and overwhelm your enemies.

Simple, but this is a very useful skill. Historical masters are taking care of this skill.

"I'm a first-generation... when we were there, I didn't care about that."

It became a treasure ball and the skill sprouted with willingness.

That is the memory and heart of the historical contemporaries. Your ancestors are the skills themselves.

In other words, it cannot be used unless you acknowledge it.

'My skills are also burdensome on Lyell. Not because I don't like it, but because it's only a burden on you right now, I can't let you use it. More magic in the tunnel would be possible...'

"I don't know how to do that. I hear that if you grow up normally, you get more."

There are training methods that use magic to increase magic, such as how to increase magic. But I don't know if this really works.

It will work, but even if you do nothing, magic increases as you grow.

In superstition, I've heard that defeating demons can grow in addition to magic.

I just remember the guy who confirms it wasn't around me.

'If Lyell's skills turn out, I guess there are more different ways. Shouldn't you be temperamental?

"Ha... (I can't believe I have a treasure ball that will allow me to use my skills, but I can't use one...)"

Nowem came back with tea, so me and the fifth generation interrupted the conversation.

The next day.

Me and Nowem headed to the rendezvous point with Mr. Zelfie and were told to change policy.

As we go through the process in the guild, we talk straight into a coffee shop full of adventurers.

Adventurers used it a lot to see if it was a place to put in even if you had gear.

The window seat was empty, where the three of us sat down and ordered tea. Mr. Zelfie also orders sweet treats.

"This place is luxurious. And you remember when I told you two to let us in? That's it... shall we act with a little caution? Everybody stop pulling in."

"What does that mean?

Nowem gets confirmation from Mr. Zelfie.

Then Mr. Zelfie has explained why.

He told us to measure our power accurately and, as a result, to choose our people carefully.

"Your power is way out as a new America before balance. That's why Lyell will be at the top of Darion's list of adventurers if he saves his strength. Then Nowem, I actually saw the magic of your sacred attributes... but it's definitely top notch in Darion"

I put my neck to that opinion.

In Darion, a rush-friendly city for adventurers, the quality of adventurers is still low by overall standards.

But when it comes to the top of Darion, one serving is certain.

(If it's highly regarded, my buddies are going to get together soon...)

"Can't you do that?

Mr. Zelfie looks in trouble.

"Not bad, but... bad in the sense that it's a hassle. Let me look into you. I don't even know where you're from."

Mr. Zelfie checked my parents' house - no, it looks like he found out where I'm from and then he found out where I stand.

Most of all, I don't seem to know anything deep. You don't even want to know.

"Oh, you know, I'm not gonna lie"

When I try to elucidate, Mr. Zelfie controls it by hand.

"I didn't say it was bad. It is my way to accomplish the work I have undertaken wherever possible. I'm not even going to throw it out on the way. Even the penalty is scary. However, if there are circumstances and you are talented as an adventurer, you have to think carefully from now on."

I, apparently, watched the adventurer a little sweetly. I never thought I'd be able to find out so quickly.

Nowem is also listening with a serious look.

"You've been in Darion for a while, haven't you? That would be nice, too. But you're leaving Darion someday, aren't you? Choose your people carefully and be trustworthy. 'Cause it's boring to be blinded by weird people."

Weird people are those who parasitize as adventurers or deceive their peers.

The former are the ones who parasitize to the party and only get their share and do nothing.

The latter have many con artists.

"Well, that's my policy for the future."

That's when Mr. Zelfie said that. The coffee shop door opened with momentum.

A bell attached to the door makes a loud noise.

And the footsteps were closing in on us.

Nowem got up on guard, so I put my hips up and gaze at the other guy, too. But they weren't looking at us.

"Zelfie......"

And Mr. Zelfie, who was called by his name, gave him a slightly troubled look and whined.

However, the first voices overlap there as well.

"Lady Aria..."

"Mr. Alice! How did you get here... '

"Huh? Which..."

"Master Lyell?

When I squeal by accident, Nowem sees my face. Apparently, I lowered my wand because I have no hostility towards them.

Me too, when I sit in a hurry, I look at you both.

The woman Mr. Zelfie called a lady and her first generation Alice was a girl our age with red hair.

Red hair stretched out to her back is habitual and bouncing at the tip of her hair.

The little twisted eyes are purple and are out of breath in front of us. She seemed in quite a hurry, but at the same time she looked like an active girl.

Are you wearing clothes that are easy to move around or stick to your skin?

It was just a little uncomfortable for Mr. Zelfie to call you a lady.

It does look beautiful, and there's something there. It's just far from being a lady.

"Please, Zelfie, I need your help."

"No, the... I'm at work now"

The surroundings were also gazing at our table, but there was no special noise. Whispering, discussing what happened.

"Are you in love?

"I envy that blue-haired bastard."

"I mean, that's Zelfie's sister, right?

(Why am I being stared at? It doesn't matter, does it?)

Listen to the conversation between the two of you, while enduring the sight that strangely makes me your enemy. But in the treasure balls, the first generation began to make noise.

The magic grinds away.

"The 'balls' of the Rockward family were stolen! That's something that's been handed down from generation to generation! Help me get that back!

Rather than being excited, I look at a girl called Aria, who is in a pretty hurry, and then I turn my gaze to my neighbor Nowem.

"What do you mean, this?

"Uh, is it the family of the person Mr. Zelfie served in the past? I thought you looked like a knight, but you were really a knight."

When Nowem says so, Mr. Zelfie corrects it.

"No, I'm not a knight, my father said...! Ma'am, I'm not a Rockward minister right now. And I'm at work, and I don't care if you ask me."

Aria gives a dark look to Mr. Zelfie, who says sorry.

And when he turns his gaze towards me, he begs me.

"You're Zelfie's employer? Then just a little bit. Give me some time! It's an important treasure… it's a Rockward family ball, a treasure we've inherited for over two hundred years! I'll do anything to thank you, so please lend me Zelfie!

Then Nowem rises.

"I understand you're in a hurry. But we also have a situation. I have a three-month contract with Mr Zelfie, and I pay a small commission. I understand how you feel, but please pick it up... and it looks like you're in trouble being relied upon?

When Nowem put it that way, Mr. Zelfie was also nagging but didn't say it back.

Mr. Aria sees the sole and seems to regret it.

I know there's something more to it than that, but now...

"Mr. Alice! Alice as she was back then... my first love wasn't over!

My first generation is so excited, my magic is galloping because of it.

(Wait a minute, the magic has been taken away like never before and my eyesight...)

My head flickers.

Plus the second generation started to participate.

'Hey! Lyell sucks! I'm already flirting! Just calm down!'

"Can you stay calm! My youth is spoken of without Mr. Alice. '

I heard voices from the treasure balls that far, but I couldn't hear them along the way.

At the same time, Mr. Aria grabs my shoulder for Nowem's refusal.

"Please. I'll do anything, so lend me your Zelfie... it's important."

I didn't have a voice in front of a woman who was desperate to ask me for tears in her eyes.

You're desperate, you're rocking me back and forth. My head was even shaken with gras......

"Please let Master Lyell go! What, Master Lyell? Dear Lyell!?"

"Huh? What... Caaah!!"

"Hey! Why are you losing your mind!!"

With my consciousness far away, I thought.

(Oh, it's not my fault...)