Sevens

It was the requisition for the adventurer that applied for the reception of the guild.

I paid the Alliance a commission, a bond, etc., and I decided to gather the manpower.

But Mr. Hawkins, who received the paperwork, sees my face alternately over and over again.

"La, Mr. Lyell...... are you sure with this amount? The period is four days. Two silver coins just to join. Does that mean you can just stand at your destination?

It's natural to doubt it.

Because the amount and job description are not commensurate.

"Definitely. And the number of recruits."

"Oh yes...... ugh!

Mr. Hawkins is having trouble, but we'll check the number of paperwork recruits.

"Hundreds!?"

"You can recruit up to two hundred people. Essentially, we just need you to stand around the abandoned mines. And I'm going to pay for it separately, so I'm going to find someone who can do the job for me."

Hearing that, Mr. Hawkins had checked the paperwork many times.

"The number of bandits is around twenty if you're right. I can say it's excessive, but only the Lyells will actually move. If you think you're in the war, you're not a bad earner. '

When the third generation says it, I feel it, too.

(About six to ten large copper coins working a day. Yet you get two silver coins in two days. But if we don't do this much, the applicant won't arrive)

"There's going to be a bunch of blind people in the gold. Shall I flaunt you there? '

As an idiot son, right?

I'll crusade dozens of bandits, hundreds of them. I'll look ridiculously like a resident of the city of Darion.

The Walt family will know where I am. Most likely, you know.

But if you act so stupid, what do you think?

Any day, even the assassins might send you.

(Wouldn't it be strange if Celeste's whim)

Then what if, funny enough - my stupid son could be seen scratching his feet?

(You're basically going to bet it all)

When Mr. Hawkins was checking for paperwork, I finally decided to tell him.

"Oh, I was. I wanted to ask Mr. Hawkins, can I ask you a question?

"Yes, if you can answer that."

That's what they say, and I'll get confirmation from Mr. Hawkins.

Mr. Zelfie didn't complain.

I didn't even think the guild would deny it.

(I'd prefer a lot of bills)

In front of the first floor of the guild.

In a crowded place, I was speaking out loud.

"I am the Walt family - formerly the son of the Earl family! This time I decided to stand up to exorcise the bandits nesting near the city of Darion! Whoever thinks I am, raise my name!

'Look, my voice is low. You can laugh at me, let's go flashy here.'

The fourth generation instructs me to promote bandit bandits exorcism aloud.

Funny.

And like inviting a laugh.

"The nobles crusade the bandits?

"I mean, they kicked me out..."

"You're a bad guy, aren't you?

Leave the bandits to the lords.

"You'll be back as soon as the labyrinth crusade is over. You just have to be patient until then."

In disdain, the adventurers pass by me.

Some passers-by were laughing at Guerraggera.

"Now is the time to stand up and make your mission as a knight - (this is how you abandon yourself!

I put up with the embarrassment, and I called out loud to the adventurers.

When the call was over and Nowem and I rendezvoused, I came home to rent.

Then, in front of the front door, the red-haired woman - Aria Lockward - is waiting with her arms in jen royalty.

My chest was pushed up against the arm I put together.

Not always, but I'm still mentally worn out today, seeing my chest only chill for a moment before hitting on Mr. Rockward.

"Um, what can I do for you at home?

"Can I help you, it's not! What the hell is with you today!

That's what I've been advertising a lot.

"No, recruiting bandits to be exorcised..."

"Master Lyell, it was lovely."

When you're embarrassed by Nowem's flattery, Mr. Lockward approaches me.

Big strand, very unlikely behavior of an ex-lady.

"I wish I could have lent Zelfie that! That way, I could have borrowed the propaganda and got in with a handful of elites and retrieved the balls... if I advertised them so flashly, I would have passed them on to the Bandits too!

Then Nowem tells Mr. Lockward.

"Have they made any mistakes?

"Hey, what is it? 'Cause I was actually making fun of everybody."

That's what we're doing.

So, it's not a mistake… I get sad for some reason.

"The reason we're acting is because there's only reason to do that to us. Or... you think we're acting for you?

Nowem's harsh words make Mr. Lockward hesitant.

I heard the first generation.

'Oh, you know, Nowem... if you can, you want me to forgive you,' I think. Look, let's get along, right?

Then the second generation says:

'Which side is this guy on? Nothing. You don't need to get in the mood.' Cause we're doing this together. '

My aim is definitely to get the Rockward family balls back.

Because that's also the condition for getting help from the first generation.

However, there was not a small amount of desire to help personally.

This time, your ancestors will work together to make the first generation recognize me. And to keep me safe.

"So, but that doesn't make sense if the bandits get away with it!

"... So why don't you act?

"Huh?"

Nowem tells Mr. Lockward off cold. At the same time, that was very true.

"Mr. Zelfie is taking on our mentor at the request of the Alliance. Of course, we paid off as consideration. Now I'm asking for another job, but I'm paying the commission."

"Well, I'm sorry about that. But I don't have that kind of money..."

Mr. Lockward's house is a setback. No, it was falling.

If such a large sum of money could be made available, I wouldn't rely on Mr. Zelfie, the old man.

"Don't do what you can. How can you blame Lord Lyell for his actions? Or, if Master Lyell succeeded, were you going to insist on balls? How selfish are you?

"Wow, even I..."

When I saw Mr. Lockward, who seemed to regret it, I tried to stop him. But the third generation comes to a halt.

"Lyell, shall I leave this place to Nowem? 'Cause that's for a kid named Aria.'

When I stop going in there, Nowem confirms it and speaks to Mr. Lockward.

"I'm not going to laugh at those who strive, whether they laugh at me or shame me me. I don't think I deserve to say anything to someone who's just watching."

Mr Lockward also says back.

"So even I ask for proper help... what am I supposed to do alone! What can you do to a little girl like me?

I'm looking at the two of you.

The third generation has advised me.

"Nowem bought a hater to get out instead of Lyell. If it's true, Lyell has to tell her. '

The first generation also tells me.

'That's right! Hang on, you son of a bitch!

The second generation stabs the nail in the first generation.

Do you understand that I'm in such trouble because of you? Or look in the mirror and say what you're saying. '

I look down, then I look up.

Mr. Lockward was there crying, pounding and weeping. She didn't seem to be there until earlier.

I want my precious things back.

But it's impossible to get it back by yourself.

I would have been worried, and I would be in a hurry.

I decided to take Nowem into the house. And when you pass next to Mr. Lockward, say.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning. If you see me in a group waiting at the entrance, that group is the bandit crusade group. Do as you please later."

"Huh?"

That's what I said, I pulled Nowem's hand, and I went into the house.

The next morning.

I nod when I look at the wooden bars and boards packed in the carriage.

"If you look at this from afar, you can see it wrong."

'Hmm, so much time for a good alignment. The merchants seem to care a lot.'

Look at what the seventh generation has loaded in the carriage and make sure it's ready.

An adventurer who gathered this - if he handed it out to one hundred and thirty, he would look like a soldier from a distance.

You've got everything else.

- You have a daughter named Aria.

When I moved my gaze, there was a red-haired Mr. Lockward.

Look at Sole, Nowem says nothing. I won't tell you, but it looked a little horrible.

"Isn't it better for her not to come?

With that said, Nowem shakes his neck to the side.

"She's that personality from the beginning. One day, I think I regretted it. Out of that regret, I thought you were going to step off the road... It's a casual prediction."

Most of the personnel have no jobs. Just really hire and head to your destination. No man with a job, not even 10% of this.

It's really just a job standing at a destination. That's how it was advertised and collected in large measure.

Most importantly, we didn't have time, so the number of people gathered was smaller than we thought.

'You know what I mean, Lyell. The battle has already begun. "

In the seventh generation, I snorted silently.

"Come on, let's go"

Nowem snorts at my words.

Abandoned mines near Darion...

There, one man sat on a crate with the treasure he had collected so far on his back.

In my hand, I have red balls.

The man holding it in his right hand and looking at it was laughing.

"I got some good stuff. Thanks to this guy, I was able to wipe out the demons that lived around here."

A big man growing a mosaic mustache, more than two metres tall.

The man who set up the bandits and rammed around everywhere.

Twenty-three men are laughing hectically at the man who is the head.

"Boulders are heads. Nevertheless, you wouldn't expect to lose all your noble bonbongs."

When one of my men says so, the big man laughs out gahahahahaha.

Twenty-three men were told about the crusaders.

"If you advertise heavily in your guild, you'll lose it. Besides, I didn't even know your men were sneaking in. I think you should bring in a squatting army for us."

The information of Lyells is false.

There are twenty-six men in all. Within, the three were adventurers in the city of Darion.

As we bought the supplies we needed in the city and were getting ready to accept all the bandits, we got the information on the Lyells.

From the information in his hands, the big man had found that most of his troops were merely adventurers with wooden sticks and wooden shields - but also people with no great arms.

"Where this one is surprised by the numbers, he's going to call even in surrender... but I don't think so. We can't end up like this."

The big man had ambitions.

Get out of the identity of a thief or something and lead a mercenary regiment.

And one day I had the ambition to get the country.

I have the ambition to line up with the legendary men who have become lords from the mercenary regiment.

It flows to Darion and crosses with the city's inhabitants. Let your men dive in little by little and sell off the treasure they collect to fund their independence.

Their failure to carry out looting in Darion was in order to live on as a mercenary corps.

A handbill to make it happen was in me now.

"With these balls, there's nothing to be scared of anymore. When the nobleman's bong comes, I'll get his neck."

"Head! The woman with the bonbong is obviously beautiful!

When one of my men says so, the big man laughs.

"Right! If I taste it, I'll lend it to you guys."

"Hehe, thank you very much. I've always liked it since I saw it in my guild."

Some of the bandits who were diving into the Adventurer's Guild were informing us of Lyells' actions.

We were looking to use it and bombard our own names.

"The chance to raise our names came from the other side. You bastards, get in the mood!

"" "Whoa!

The morale of the bandits is high.

The reason is in the red balls the big man grips.

Balls record skills specific to melee.

It is an important ball that the Rockward family has inherited from generation to generation.

- The bandits were waiting for Lyells in the abandoned mines.