Sevens

The three of us who secured the inn decided to head to the guild.

An academic city as if it were a maze, Aramsarth, he went for the Adventurer's Guild as he asked those whose streets would take his way.

The streets are beautiful, and the people on the road are clean.

But it's no different, it's a messy city, and it's easy to get lost.

I used my skills to find out where it was, but an adventurer's guild that lacks convenience because it's in the place where it got in would be a hallmark of Aramsarth's guild.

"Is it hard on that side of the street to say the carriage is coming from this side"

When we arrived at the guild through the maze, a smaller building was there than Darion. I get a small impression for the size of the city.

The ground floor was a place where everything was together, as if it were a market.

Adventurers and carriages come and go, selling off demonic materials and demonic stones they bring.

Sometimes the merchant had bought it and put it in the wagon in large quantities to come out.

"Your guild doesn't look any different."

When Aria squeals, Nowem agrees too.

But...

"From the outside, you must be with me. But the atmosphere of the guild still varies depending on the location. And so did Vice."

Vice is my home, the Walt family territory.

It is on a scale that can be described as a large city, and an Adventurer's Guild exists.

I just don't know much about relationships.

Seventh generation says.

'At first, we have a place, but it's a criminal reserve gathering. I keep it to secure the Demon Stone... but it was not normally necessary in my time. "

Many adventurers are rogues… if mercenaries and thieves also name adventurers, they are adventurers.

The difference depends on what the person names.

Naturally, the guild also controls criminals, but all I can say is that it's suspicious if you're able to manage everything.

Some criminals have changed the homes where they operate and have escaped.

Adventurers hunting for such adventurers also exist, and they are called bounty hunters and specialize in interpersonal.

The sixth generation seems to agree.

"Let the soldiers out and you'll get demonic materials and demonic stones. They have a lot of work to do... but they don't really fit in the frame. I don't know what else to do.

In the seventh and sixth generation, which I consider to be the bottom receptacle, the third generation gives a different opinion.

"That's tough. I'll use it because it's available, I suppose? They have the right to the Demon Stone, and they're like former mercenaries. There's no point in turning it over to the enemy. It's important to be vigilant while maintaining a moderate sense of distance. '

Apparently, the third generation has the idea of using the guild.

The second generation supplements.

'With that said, it was your time... we had our guild too'

My parents had a guild when I was a third generation. I think it's a good time to build a guild even though it hasn't developed that much on a scale.

The third generation answered my question.

'With a glass of demons on the periphery, the environment was good to get demonic stones and materials, wasn't it? I didn't tie it up too badly. "

Some lords take taxes from their guilds in large quantities.

In that case, the purchase price of demonic stones and materials was affected, and as a result, even if they struggled, they might not be able to make money.

But then the adventurer leaves. They make extra money depressed and sometimes things go wrong as a result.

"Nowem, what was Vice's guild like? I've never been there, so I don't know."

When I asked Nowem about his current Vice Guild, he looked a little troubled.

Not in a bad way, but the explanation seems cumbersome.

Just to put it simply...

"Is it not possible or impossible? It's tough to do it and crime etc, but there's no reason why taxes are heavy, and it's not light. It seems like a lot of adventurers because it's a guild that won't have any trouble living."

The seventh generation rejoices when they hear that.

'You're just like me. Mmm, sounds good'

The seventh generation, which hates adventurers, seems to have been made to struggle by mercenaries.

It was the guild that caused it...

(Perhaps sometimes I hear more about it.)

We enter the Alliance of Aramsarth.

Unlike Darion, there are many big bulletin boards.

I also used the back table of a large bulletin board, where numerous requests are sticking out.

Collect the necessary demonic material.

Clean the room.

Become an experimental bench.

Equally, a great number of requests had been made.

"What, this... this is not Darion's ratio"

If I'm confused, so is Aria. Look at them, staring at them.

"Isn't this request strange? He writes about cleaning rooms and stuff, but the place is in the school lab. You put adventurers in places like that?

There are numerous requests that I don't understand at all.

Heading to the reception, there were more staff working at partitioned counters than Darion.

There are young people to old people, but I have the impression that they are working lightly.

It's a small space and looks like you're working cramped.

The fourth generation sees it and says:

"That's a very unique guild. Well, maybe the tightening is loose because I don't have a lord...... somehow, I don't think it feels like a lot of requests to be adventurously satisfied '

He seems to be an adventurer, such as the collection of specified materials.

However, it is written that material is removed from designated demons in a labyrinth managed by an academic city.

It was a little tough on the three of us.

(The labyrinth, if it's shallow for the three of us to try, it'll be tough to manage and seem deep)

It might be better to go on a demon crusade nearby and earn a living.

When the three of us filed the Home Transfer Notice, the receptionist's staff has provided a pale explanation.

"Are you new to Aramsarth?

Unlike Mr. Hawkins, the seventy-third male employee wearing glasses has no feelings whatsoever.

Was Mr. Hawkins exceptionally serious?

Nowem replies.

"It's the first time for all three of us. The purpose here is to learn, and I don't think there's much we can do about it."

Then an official checks my guild card over the device.

"... you pass the rating on the request. Emergency requests have also been fulfilled, and the guild rating is [A], right? Is it Darion...... adventurers are of poor quality over there, I can't say anything, but do a good job of asking for Aramsarth as well. If you can't, it would be helpful if you could tell me clearly that you can't."

He was an official who took a slight look down, but it seems silly to be angry, so I nod straight when I receive my guild card.

The second generation says, laughing with his nose.

'The people in these hands are everywhere. We're better ourselves, you mean? Unlike ourselves, we treat them like underground.'

The third generation triumphs over the second.

'I call it an academic city, so isn't that all you have confidence in knowledge? Let's take a big look at you. No harm done yet.'

I think the tone of the "not yet” part was strong, but I reply to the staff.

"I'll do my best."

"... Really? Okay, I'll keep this guild card. Need an explanation? It's a different fee if you need it."

You're taking the money? I thought so, but I shake my head to the side.

We greeted the truly faint officials and finished the process, leaving our guild behind.

Out there, we speak of stupidity with regard to the staff earlier.

A snack shop that was near the inn and expresses its dissatisfaction as it finishes its meal.

Mostly Aria.

"Something doesn't feel right."

The same goes for the attitude of the officials, but I guess they don't like the fact that they're looking down on Darion.

For Aria, Darion is the city where Zelfie is.

And it's also the city that embraced us. The clan of Aria, who was the legal aristocrat of Central, the king's capital, was held the title in a generation for the Lord's evil deeds.

It was Darion who accepted me where I was expelled from Central.

Nowem seems to understand the area, but he also follows up with officials.

"It's not like Darion. But if you're working pale, it's fine for you. If you're an official like Mr. Hawkins, it's hard to say no, because an official like him can say no."

It was a bit more of a black statement than a follow up.

But it was easier in a way not to have to worry about this one.

I'll discuss what's coming with you two.

"Why don't you think about that and where you live? Unlike Darion, there's no affordable property, and now it's your apartment. Do the three of them live or rent three small rooms? We need to make up our minds early and go find it."

Aramsarth has more apartments than a whole house due to the characteristics of the city.

The reason is because of the high number of students in and out and the low number of people preparing a whole house.

In Aramsarth, where many young people come to learn, apartments are more mainstream.

"The three of you would be nice if you could. Basically, money won't be a problem for a while, and you might want to find out how much money you can make here before you decide."

Referring to Nowem's suggestion, he contemplated heading to crusade the demons nearby tomorrow.

The ancestors agree, but only the third generation...

'Let's go to the library. Library. We'll be fine for a while, and if we find and accomplish a well-fulfilled request, there's nothing we can do about it for a while?

Looks like your feelings are already for the library.

Even I want to go to the library, but my daily earnings are also an important issue.

In that regard, the fourth generation, who loves money, yells.

"Though I guess after a thorough examination of my income here! That's why I'm talking about territory."

Basically, the fourth generation, wielding arms over fiscal relations and home affairs, has an intelligent look with glasses.

If it's mainly inward, this fourth generation is very dependable.

But now we have no territory to manage, and Nowem manages the financial relationship, so we don't have a chance.

The third generation says in a frightened breeze.

'You're too hard on money. Who does he look like?

When the third generation, the father of the fourth generation, says so, the fifth generation divides the spot.

It was usually a fourth generation role.

'Keep it around. No matter how much Lyell's magic increases, so does his first generation of skills every day. Now, it wouldn't make sense to make a scene to train Lyell a little bit.'

Before...

They thought I was the type who didn't grow more magic.

Because of the use of two servels, it was thought that dexterity was the type to grow.

(I mean, you have two arms, so you can use two savels, too)

Not at all surprising as far as I'm concerned, but still your ancestors say...

"'' You're crazy!

Yes, it is.

And in order to increase his magic, he was forced to do how to train him to use magic to the point of criticism.

Besides, I haven't been informed of it.

As a result, I grow significantly overall rather than cleverly, but experience turns out to be a major late-forming thing that requires twice as much as people.

(My skills [Experience] is a skill that earns me a lot of experience, but I use it all the time, so it consumes as much magic as ever)

I'm also good at magic, but the use of magic was one of the major problems for me with restricted use.

"Do we gather information around here today as we exorcise demons outside tomorrow? In that case, it would be just fine if I could look it up in the library or ask someone..."

Then there's a voice at our table.

"Maybe, Aria?

Hearing his voice, Aria looked back.

The look shows the surprise of why the other person is here.

"I knew it! You're Aria Lockward! It's me. [Miranda Circley] It's me! I've played in Wang Du several times, so I thought maybe."

The other woman was a little grown up.

I'm not that different from us around the age.

Characteristic is the light green wavy hair, which is a set of green eyes.

A slightly demonically connected eye would be one of her charms.

With an adult impression, an active somewhere childish woman - that was Miranda Circley.

"Miranda? Why are you here? You're not the eldest daughter of the Circle!

Aria tells me to shudder.

Academic cities are not strange to have second or third daughters, but being the eldest changes the story.

I am mainly in a position to dowry in another house or take my parents son-in-law.

"We're four sisters, so we can like you two or so. More than that, I wish you would have told me if you were here..."

When Miranda looks a little lonely, Aria says so at first.

"I arrived yesterday. Until then, I was in Darion."

Aria, briefly explained, never saw Miranda's face since.

Seeing how it goes, Miranda laughs bitterly.

"Nothing, I don't care...... Shannon and I are not friends we played together"

A woman named Shannon came out, but from the flow of the conversation, she would be a friend or Miranda's sister.

Aria pierced her silence.

"... I'm sorry. I've been going to school here for three years. I'll tell you where the house is, so come back if you like. Shannon would love that."

That's what I said, I wrote the address on the note, and Miranda gave me the note instead of Aria, who wouldn't receive it.

"Excuse me, what's your relationship with Aria?

I'm the party member, trying to be clear...

"I'm one of Lord Lyell's lovers."

Nowem came out from the side.

It was Miranda trying to pocan, but she laughs when I panic and try to solve the misunderstanding.

"Ahahahahaha, I'm sorry. Because that was interesting right now. Is that aria your lover... and one of your lovers, more than one? I thought it was pretty beautiful, but it's pretty good."

He pokes me with his elbow, and I reach right for Miranda as she leaves.

Before I could solve the misunderstanding, I left as I was.

When the item drips, I look straight at Aria.

"He seemed like a good guy, but are you also dissatisfied with something?

Aria sighed.

"That's not true. He's actually a good guy. One older guy, but he also covered me when he took good care of me and we had bad rumors... but he's the kind of guy who takes good care of me and loses money. A good person who likes people and doesn't say people badly"

Aria appreciates Miranda for the type she loves and loses.

To that opinion, Nowem agreed.

"You must be someone without a back surface. No, is it the type to be patient? Nevertheless, I heard that a lot of students were coming from Central, but I never expected to see Aria's acquaintance."

I thought the same thing, but Aria holds her head.

"Miranda is fine. But if I ever see the others..."

It looks like it's dented.

I asked.

"With that said, why did you ignore it? Wouldn't it be nice if you were a good man to talk?

With that said, Aria replied, because that's why.

"Good man. That's why they slapped Miranda in the pussy. That's why I left myself. Soon after that, they kicked Central out."

There seems to be a lot of things in person.

I just don't suppose we can get along like we used to here? And I think.

(You should take care of your friends... especially those who don't leave when they're tough)

I was just a little jealous of Aria with those same-sex friends that I didn't have.

For me, Nowem is a paedophile, not a friendship.

(Lately, I guess, Mr. Rondo and the others? What are you doing by now......)

I looked at Miranda's notes and wondered if Rondo and the others were doing well.

Before going back to the inn and going to bed.

I used to come to a place with a round table I call a conference room.

In the middle of the round table, which is the center of the room, a large blue treasure ball shines.

Each of the six doors was provided in that circular room, which was the room of the ancestors.

Seven chairs in all.

There is only a rare sixth generation in such a conference room today.

"Is that it? Are you alone today? And the fifth generation?

When I move my gaze and look for the fifth generation, the sixth generation laughs bitterly.

"I'm not always with my dad either."

Sixth generation skills are skills created on the assumption of fifth generation skills. He was the holder of a skill called [SEARCH] that judges the enemy allies around him and also lets him know where the trap is.

The combination of the two can be used as a breaking skill.

In my head, it would be a horrible skill from the enemy to have a map of the surrounding area and to know where the enemy and allies are located.

"Then is it the sixth generation that called me?

"Ooh."

I often agree with the fifth generation, and rarely in the Walt family are parents and children close.

Neither my grandfather, the seventh generation, has seen much of a fight.

The sixth generation has a wild impression with disturbed hair behind it, but in front of the fifth generation it can be adult.

From time to time, I'm with the fifth generation on the set, so that made me feel normal.

"Actually... I know about the Circles, so I thought I'd tell you."

"Is this Mr. Miranda's home?

The sixth generation was a man with a lot of black rumors.

There are many rumours that he was sending bribes and moving to connect with the Wang Du's legal aristocrats to his advantage.

For that reason, it has been considered the most belly-black in the Walt family... but it doesn't really look like that kind of atmosphere.

Instead, the third generation was more belly-black.

'Cause we used to have a relationship. My sister is married to the Circleys. "

I heard that, but it was my first ear.

No, I just don't know, maybe I had a relationship at home.

It's just my father... I mean, from the eighth generation, it's only a connection two generations ago.

Looking at it as a Bansaim nobleman, it's like he's already lost his marital ties.

"You think it could be connected to my parents' house?

'I think it's unlikely, but mind you. I don't really want to doubt it either... that one. I didn't have many close sisters. "

When I heard that, I remembered one thing.

There were so many sixth generation brothers and sisters.

Either way, the fifth generation has five concubines with daughter-in-law. They surrounded five women.

Besides, all five of them have completed the Walt family home training.

I'm also surprised that you searched for all those women, but most of all, you're surprised...

"... but were there about thirty younger brothers and sisters down there?

'... ooh'

Me and the sixth generation with subtle faces.

The fifth generation is famous for being the best color lover in the Walt family, but when I actually see him, I get the dry impression.

Doesn't look like he was very crazy about color.

"Something tells me that our ancestors have a huge gap between what they hear and what they actually..."

'That's right... I was shocked when I heard I was Walt's best belly black, too'

While I was talking to the sixth generation, I was thinking about the possibility that Miranda was connected to my parents' home.