Sevens

Morning as usual.

The difference is that for the first time since Aria and I fought, we go outside and exorcise demons.

The new service bell was used, and the owner of the weapons store prepared the same product while he was frightened.

Though I seriously went around the Central weapons store and was even told that I should buy a good quality sabel that suits me or change the score to use.

I am going to do this for a while because it is Sabel that I am used to handling rather than obsessing.

It was kind of noisy for us to rendezvous with Mr. Zelfie like that and head to the guild.

At the reception upstairs, a bulletin board marked Emergency Request is added near the counter.

Many adventurers turn their gaze to it, but when they get a sinister look, they head to the bulletin board they usually use.

"Is something wrong?

When Nowem said that, we decided to check it out, too.

Aria seems interested too, but Mr. Zelfie's expression is not very good.

What we saw as we walked to the bulletin board was a search for a party that didn't return by the due date and an investigation into the area.

"If you don't get back by the due date, you're gonna get a search party."

When I remembered what Mr. Zelfie taught me, he snorted. But look at the name on the paperwork and shake your head to the side.

"You're half right. I only taught him before the building, but the truth is, the party I lost track of disappeared for whatever reason. There are as many reasons as there are for thieves to have demons and a labyrinth at the end. Don't let them feed you until they're on their way."

Half correct.

Investigate why the rescue was not an end, and why the message was withheld.

In other words, rescue for the party that disappeared is second to none.

When Nowem looked at the requisition, he seemed to notice something when he saw the age of the party member.

"These people, could they have hired instructors from the guild?

Mr. Zelfie, who nods quietly, slaps his hatred.

"That's why I said it. You should just retire... it doesn't make sense when you get here and die."

One of the names on the requisition was drawn horizontally in red.

It means that the name inscribed on the guild card contains a cross line wound that means death.

- I mean, he's dead.

Fortunately, or will it be... the five young adventurers seemed to be alive.

"Hey... this is someone going to the rescue, right?

That's what Aria says and looks around, but the adventurers looked at the emergency bulletin board but were not about to take it.

"... a dead veteran adventurer is the best in Darion. It would be a novice gathering city, but it was a middle-sized but powerful man. That the man is dead."

- In a nutshell, it's hard.

Darion has a lot of chore work, but the lord has taken the initiative to crusade demons and labyrinths.

It is convenient for newcomers to become adventurers, but I was dissatisfied with the adventurers who made it out of the newcomers.

Should I say locally oriented, of course, those who stay in Darion and continue to be adventurers, but mostly when they leave Darion they head to the cities and cities that were there for them.

"That's not good. The Alliance was looking for adventurers in a labyrinth crusade that occurred before this. Your lord's army hasn't returned yet."

A labyrinth broke out and the Alliance was recruiting adventurers for the crusade.

As a result, many of the parties confident in the battle had left Darion.

That being said, you said that before.

I thought the adventurers were rumouring, and I looked over at the guild.

There will be no strong adventurers at all. However, recruiting in this way indicated that there were no adventurers to be requested.

"... when I received an urgent request, I also heard that the Alliance would reward me"

Nowem wonders if the other adventurers will not participate.

Then, says Zelfie.

"It's more life than reward. Some of them try because they want to make a name for themselves... oh my god. The place we're headed is a dangerous place. Bad parties are doomed."

I can't say that everything in Darion is safe.

Places where people don't live really have little chance of soldiers crusading towards them.

Looking at the requisition near the counter, Mr. Hawkins called.

"Mr. Zelfie, may I have a moment, please?"

"... sir"

Mr. Hawkins, who creates a tougher atmosphere than usual, talks as he calls Mr. Zelfie.

"Did you see the requisition?

"I saw it. But from the content, I feel like I could have made a request a long time ago. What happened?"

Weird if I didn't come back. The due date had passed by.

Yet it is today that an urgent request has arisen.

"... this was a mistake. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, then I'm sorry. I know it's not my husband's mistake, but this one's risking his life. What other people headed to the requested location?

Permission not to proceed to the place where the emergency request occurred.

This time, however, we are behind schedule, so there may be adventurers headed to equally dangerous locations.

"You must have been lucky. The party, which has always been a hunting ground there, is headed towards the labyrinth. I just can't find an adventurer to turn to."

"Wouldn't it be nice if my husband went?

To Mr. Zelfie's joke, Mr. Hawkins said nothing in particular back.

(You're both a little angry)

As far as listening, maybe I knew him.

"Um, Mr. Hawkins. Why did they call Mr. Zelfie?

When Nowem confirms, Mr. Hawkins also apologizes here.

"This is an urgent request from the Alliance. I will temporarily borrow Mr. Zelfie. As for the costs and days in between, we will guarantee it for the Alliance."

They say we can't count as a force of war.

(Naturally, I guess)

That's what I think, I hear a second generation.

"How do guilds respond to these times vary from city to city? As far as I know, I feel compelled to turn around. '

It was the sixth generation that answered the question.

'Times are different, and the guild's response will be changing... Darion adventurers seem to be basically of low quality, so are these a lot of things?

Your ancestors are calm.

I don't need to panic, but I feel a little dry.

Mr. Zelfie gave an unpleasant look, but he snorted as he exhaled.

"I can't turn you down if my husband asks. I just want to know how the Alliance works."

Once he closed his eyes, Mr. Hawkins opened his eyes for a while before answering.

"The opinion above...... is a mistake on the part of the officials, but they have decided it can happen to anyone. You won't be disposed of like this."

"... Sir, we're not convinced of that. I hated that guy for his bad mouth, but there are a lot of adventurers that he helped me with. I hate it, but I've taken care of him twice or three times, too. So you want me to convince you?

The story is moving in a different direction.

The three of us were gone.

"Mr. Zelfie can pull out on an emergency request," he said. I wonder what's going on today. "

I think about my plans for today.

It's okay for chores, but if there are three of us, I want to go outside and exorcise the demons.

I want to experience growth fast, and most importantly, it keeps getting all better at asking for chores.

(You asked me to come to our house before this.)

I remember even telling the site director to quit the adventurer and come to us, but laughed bitterly and said no.

I don't hate it, but I can't feed you two as a earner, so you won't be able to.

Aria says as she looks at Zelfie.

"Is Zelfie okay? 'Cause even Darion died a powerful adventurer."

Nowem calms Aria.

"It may not be demons or thieves. Because it could be an accident or something. However, I don't think Mr. Zelfie is alone."

There are six parties, one dead and the rest not returned.

There is certainly a good chance of an accident.

When I thought so, my first generation called out to me.

"Lyell, you're in."

Why did you do that all of a sudden? I thought so, but he also has an idea for the first generation.

The third generation also agreed with the first generation.

'Maybe that's a good idea. I mean, the same goes for this hand request, but basically with Lyell, you'd be more efficient.'

I also agree with the sixth generation.

Me and my sixth generation skills will make it easier to find them, and avoid the danger.

(Well, if you use your ancestors' skills, you're not as efficient as the others)

Especially in the fifth and sixth generation, simultaneous use can be a hell of a skill.

Maps of the surrounding area come to mind, enemy allies… demon positions, traps, and that information can be learned by getting some distance away.

But would that convince Mr. Hawkins that I wanted to join you?

The second generation is just like me.

'Lyell says he wants to join, and he's convinced over there?

Fifth generation, etc...

'What are the benefits of participating? These are the guys that have nothing to do with Lyell. Besides, if it stands out badly, I don't think the rating I lowered in Darion makes sense. "

Hear those opinions, the first generation says.

"Benefits? I don't know anything about that. It's just that if an adventurer named Zelfie dies, he won't sleep well. '

The seventh generation said it back in a frightened way.

"No way, that's for Aria, too, is it? I don't think you need to go that far either. If you're going to die here, that's about it."

The fourth generation ended their inconsistent opinions and asked me.

'Well, this is how I divided my opinions... what's Lyell's opinion?

He asks my opinion, and he touches the jewel he's wearing in his neck with his hands.

Sure, there won't be a lot of benefits, but maybe it's dangerous if the first generation says so far.

I also acknowledge the good taste of the first generation.

(Can I fix this problem?

I thought using skills would definitely increase my chances of success.

That's all I possess.

However, to participate, we need to persuade them. Mr. Hawkins or Mr. Zelfie. And I need Nowem and Aria to stay.

Thinking about it, I came to a conclusion.

"Nowem, can you wait in Darion with Aria? I'm going to take an urgent request with Mr. Zelfie."

"Let's hang on a little longer......"

'I don't. Keep all that gear on, like this situation.'

"You left it up to Nowem to persuade you, didn't you, Lyell?"

'You have a few more ways of saying it. What do you mean, pull over there?

"The bargaining relationship has to be honed down the tunnel."

'Well, there have been previous circumstances, and not something like this?

"You guys... that's all you have to say to my grandchildren! Even Lyell would have done his best! You resisted Nowem's participation to the end and ended up joining the emergency request!

(Stop! Don't take any more shelter, Grandpa (seventh generation)!!)

On the carriage, hiding my face with both hands, I was turning red to my ears, listening to voices from the jewels speaking in turn from the first generation.

What do you notice, but even if I hold my ear, I can only hear my voice firmly.

I didn't think it was making any noise because I didn't hear it around me... but it's very annoying.

The voices of your ancestors can be heard even with their ears blocked...

The reason your ancestors spill stupidity is in the present situation.

We got two wagons out of the guild, and we got the supplies we needed for the guild's money, and we threw an extra party to get on with the investigation.

It's me, Nowem, and Aria, the usual members, including Mr. Zelfie.

In addition, Mr Rondo and the troika are among the members of this meeting.

From the Alliance, only one man owes you.

"Oh, hey, are you okay, Mr. Lyell?

When Mr. Rondo asked me worried, he also worried about Nowem sitting next to him.

"Master Lyell, could it be a cold? Until earlier, I was fine."

Aria looked nervous about Nowem being a dick. He is gripping the red balls on his chest.

Mr. Rachel was talking to Aria like that.

"That's a skill-sealed ball, right? It's rare now. How many skills are in there?

"Oh, uh, five if mine goes in, too."

When Aria is nervously answering, she hears it and Mr. Rachel makes her eyes shine.

"That's amazing! A piece of magic would be worth a hundred to two hundred pieces of gold coins. It's red, so it's avant-garde skills, right? Is the combination okay?

Combining skills is important.

In terms of my skills, I also have skills that work as incredibly well with simultaneous use as the fifth and sixth generation skills.

But balls can't set this hand combination.

Remember the skills expressed by those who inherited them without choosing.

"Excuse me. I'm not sure..."

Mr. Rachel was in a hurry to comfort Aria as she seemed sorry.

"Kee, never mind! Because I've heard that people with balls don't usually care because they can't choose. Still, if you have five skills, you're ready to fight."

That's what they say, and even more Aria leans down.

"... I still can't use them all"

Hearing that, Mr. Ralph, who had a spear, sighed.

"Read the air, Rachel. That's right, and your party is the opposite of ours. It's a lot of trouble when men and women are together. Rondo and Rachel get a pink air, too, so I feel lonely on the side.... So, which is Lyell's girlfriend? I know you must be Nowem."

Since Mr. Ralph is a time-consuming traveler, he's been shaking the subject to relieve our tensions.

(Oh, thank God. This is more about these conversations than asking your ancestors about Netineti novels -)

That's what Nowem says.

"No, we both belong to Lord Lyell -"

"Nowem!!"

Hurry up and block Nowem's mouth, but he didn't seem to make it. Aria's face, which is bending over, is also red.

Mr. Rachel...

"What, are you kidding me, Aria?

Then Aria...

"I want my family heirloom back, and I need help selling it out... so..."

"Clarify me! It's misleading, so say it clearly in times like this!

When I hurry back to Aria, the liberated Nowem says.

"It's not a misunderstanding. Lord Lyell saved Aria, and now the three of us live under the same roof."

To Nowem, who smiles and tells the facts, Mr. Rondo had his cheeks pulled and laughed.

"Oh, is that commonly referred to as harem?

Nowem was clear.

"It's not commonly known as harem, it's actually harem. There's only two of us now, but we're going to get more and more of them."

I smiled and told Nowem that I was going to puff my mouth.

I don't even think I can read the air, but I'm pretty sure I'm serious.

Mr. Ralph put his hand on my shoulder.

My mouth is laughing, but my eyes weren't laughing.

Likewise, Mr. Rondo's hand rides on the other shoulder.

Unlike earlier, Mr. Ralph says in a low voice.

"Let's hear more, Lyell."

Same thing happened to Mr. Rondo.

"I envy you a lot, Lyell. I'd love to hear how you made it happen, but before I do, I need to talk to you about taking care of one woman as a man."

Same thing happened to Mr. Ralph.

"Right. Now you don't have to figure out how to kill time until we get there. I'll teach you well, so be prepared, Lyell."

Aria and Rachel listening with a red face to Nowem, who smiles and talks about Harlem enlargement -.

Anyone who can help me doesn't seem to be in this carriage.

- Zelfie, who is doing his part, was listening to the young adventurers heard from behind.

I yelled at the Lyells who told me they would join the emergency request, but Nowem persuaded me to allow them to accompany him.

Besides, I can't treat Aria special, so I let her join me in the same way.

Personal abilities are high in terms of strength.

And this time, three adventurers who are also highly capable as parties are in attendance.

Rarely would it fail, but I was still anxious.

"Totally, sounds like fun... it's not a picnic"

Listening to the seemingly entertaining child I hear from behind, I remembered that I was once told the words I said.

That was what the dead adventurer told me.

"Zelfie, it's not a picnic, so let's just calm down a little bit."

I realized later that I made fun of myself for being nervous and trying to relax.

He was a crude, mouthless, but well-looked after adventurer.

If we meet in the guild, we hit each other with hatred, and that's how some memories compete in the liquor store by comparing drinks.

"That said, you promised to drink because you lost your bet."

When Zelfie looks up into the sky, she spares a colleague who has spent many years with her as an adventurer in Darion.

I wish I had retired early, but I meant it.

It is a dangerous job. If you can pull it out, you better pull it out early.

"You're the one who said that if you die, it doesn't make sense..."

When I met him, he treated me with a fighting hip attitude, but Zelfie admitted he was one of the adventurers.

Because I was admitting it.

"Let him put it on before dropping it. Must be."

Zelfie's eyes were emitting a sharp light -.