Sevens

When I visited Aramsarth's guild, I was worried about how I would get the right to challenge the labyrinth.

And this is how I went out to check with the Alliance staff...

"What? Permission's already out?

A pale official shows me the paperwork.

A little bit, he was acting like a little fool.

"You're well qualified because you broke through the underground forty tiers and successfully requested the school. Or have you come to confirm that now?

The middle-aged male employee had a bad attitude towards me.

Above all, the adventurers around me are looking at me and they're laughing at me.

Says the sixth generation in charge today.

'That's it. You're underestimating Lyell because you're back on your back.'

It's an Aramsarth guild that doesn't have much to say and feel for adventurers from the beginning.

Is it the impression that hearing you've broken through the basement forty tiers is just an adventurer?

(Don't you usually have a better attitude?

If that's what you think, an official will explain it to me.

"We accomplished the school request and also received additional rewards. I don't even have the muscle to complain about this one. Just remember that if the labyrinth is crusaded, you will be immediately suspected."

The managed labyrinth is a mountain of treasure for both the guild and the city.

To say that you will be crushed there should be avoided.

For this reason, he manages the adventurers to enter the labyrinth.

They only allow general adventurers to enter and leave the labyrinth if a request like Damien is made that, as things stand, is not achievable.

And I guess our strength was recognized by the Alliance when we accomplished our request brilliantly there.

Admittedly, the only reason I'm not happy at all is because of the staff response.

"From now on, you think you can try the labyrinth as you like?

"Do as you please. Demon thinning is necessary, and this one has an adventurer out there who changes the home. Totally… I also want you to consider the position of those who manage it"

An adventurer moved on his own and complained about problems managing the labyrinth.

The sixth generation laughs.

"Aramsarth is an academic city that looks down on adventurers. So much so."

The trend has been there for a long time, and the students at the school have registered as adventurers.

For the Guild of Aramsarth, Adventurers are necessary to manage the Labyrinth. But maybe it's nothing more or less.

(That's why you can get away with it by a good adventurer?

Looking at the staff's response, I'm relieved to know that I don't have to ask permission to challenge the labyrinth in the future.

It also takes time to align the numbers and apply to the guild and wait until permission is given.

"Really? Then I'll just..."

When I finished the consultation and tried to get away from the counter, the staff retained me.

"Wait. The Alliance also has many requests in the labyrinth. Don't forget to make those requests. Then, she...... there are a few parties where you want me to introduce you to Nowem Foxx or Aria Lockward. It will do them good too. Once you have a seat, make sure you show your face to the guild. If the party is dissolved, your permission to the labyrinth will be revoked, but it will be better for you."

With a gaze from the top, and I've been pulling my people out.

Besides, my premise is to break up the party.

Sure you won't rely on it, but is it enough to be told so far?

Hear that, your fathers speak up.

The second generation...

'... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Like creating pull-out opportunities directly for leaders.'

Do you really have it on your mind, says the third generation, laughing too.

'Who are you selling fights to! All right, Lyell... Shall I say no to this place clarity'

The angry ancestors, but I agree.

Maybe it was loud that Nowem and the others thought he was better than me in the labyrinth offense.

In fact, Nowem excels as a wizard, but the main thing is healing magic.

Aria is also an avant-garde with multiple possessions of skills, which would be a promising stock given her age.

(I heard there are many adventurers who come to Aramsarth to gather their people, but you're too outspoken)

Tell the officials who are looking down at me.

"Is your guild the broker for pulling out? I refuse."

"... a procedure to keep them from burying their talents. Some of the people who spoke included the nobleman's children."

Apparently, adventurers are nice to school officials and nobles, even if they don't like them.

Fourth generation says.

'This is overinterference, isn't it? The Alliance should be a fair organization. Apparently.'

"You lack fairness. If you want to speak up, can you tell me to quit imitating things that threaten me through my guild?

When I say it with a smile, the official tells me back if he got angry.

"There's an unknown kid..."

And the sixth generation told me to whine.

"Lyell, tell Damien we're friends who get presents and call each other by name. It's fun. '

The sixth generation of faces laughing at Niyaniya came to mind, I say, laughing at Niyaniya as well.

"Actually, on this request, I became acquainted with Damian. I also got to show my face to the lab every now and then. You must have liked that... I got one of those automatons."

"Hey, what..."

A weak waist guild against the school.

Officials heard the name of Damian, a professor equally famous in the school, and suddenly began to wolf.

My eyes are swimming like it's funny.

"You can check, right? Anyway, we broke through the basement forty levels together, so..."

The seventh generation will give me advice.

'Hmm. I hate adventurers too, but these people in my hand are blind... if you want to crush them, you better hurry. Lyle, why don't you tell Damien that you're gonna get pulled out of your crew and you're not gonna make it to the lab?

I also agree with the fifth generation.

"I know it's not just this guy, but it's good for showing off."

It's Nowem and Aria who are being pulled out, not Poyo Poyo...

I thought so, but I noticed.

(Told me to make the mistake that Poyo Poyo is being pulled out)

It's a vicious means, but the other person came out to those means first.

Above all, if we think about the future, these stories may keep coming out.

(He can't register as an adventurer, but can I count him as a force of war?

I don't think the poisonous tongue maid is strong, but it still makes no difference to my people.

"Right. Shall we also talk about the public… Actually, the Alliance is having trouble helping us pull our people out?"

When I said that, the staff leaned down.

Are you in a hurry, or are you starting to sweat?

Sixth generation says.

'I guess the people in these hands are looking at the adventurer in bulk. He said he could handle it underground and take any attitude... he must have taken the usual response to Lyell'

Fourth generation says.

'You're here, aren't you? Fools like this are everywhere. If you think about it a little bit, you're likely to realize that you have a good opponent selling a fight and a bad opponent.'

Third generation says.

'Maybe this guy didn't mean to sell fights. I really think about it for Nowem and the others, and I think I'm thinking about it. But yeah... you need to show it off'

Not all Aramsarth officials would be full of such officials.

However, it is also true that such tendencies are strong.

(Totally... I feel dazzled until Mr. Hawkins gets here)

I remember Mr. Hawkins as a guild clerk in the city of Darion, who politely responded to everyone, and I realized that the atmosphere was different from guild to guild.

"... this time, you really asked me to"

I smiled at the staff who started the excuse.

"You can't do that, can you? Well, I have things to do at school."

That's what I said after the guild, I took the Poyo Poyo I followed to school.

Poyo Poyo says.

"Make me a chicken bastard. You're a livestock husband. He looked blue. Being so strong on people who are weaker than you... pity."

I put my hand on my mouth and look at the poyo poyo laughing and say.

"You know what I'm saying. Or because the other side is in power from the standpoint. Normally I'm in a weak position!

Poyopoyo, who suddenly gets a serious look.

"I knew it. I was listening to the conversation. But you need help from Professor Damien, right? I'm a boulder chicken guy. You know how to use your friends."

Should I make Damian and his friends change things?

Or should I shut up about saying it in the wind using my friends?

A second generation tells me I'm worried.

'Well, that's true. But at times like this, we have to work with each other.'

Third generation too.

'That's right. Lyell is working with Damien, and maybe this is as good as it gets. Whoa, we're going to use Damien, so if you ever ask me again in the future, do me a favor.'

It did take the form of using it.

I should probably keep this filling.

(But Damian's favor, it all seems difficult)

With Poyo Poyo, I went to school even though my footsteps were heavier.

Arriving at school, me and Poyopoyo were watching the automatons moving around busily in Damien's lab.

Damien, sitting at his desk, turns to us as he sits in his chair.

"No, the ancients are amazing, aren't they? Create this many exquisite dolls, wash them for cleaning, and even cook to perfection. Now it's too convenient to let go."

Take off your glasses and while wiping your lenses Damian says stained jimmies.

"To say I activated it... could it be"

I see Damien, but the answer is...

"I used blood normally. I don't like it, I have to leave my first kiss for the ideal woman I'm going to create. But Lyell was exactly God then. My research has gone a long way."

To Damien, who would say with an innocent smile, I could only say, "Well."

"Pfft, I got your husband's first kiss. I'm not like all the mass production machines around there. Still a special plane!

When Poyo Poyo gets in a better mood, the automatons that were moving around look at this one. And shine those black eyes red and ticklish -.

"Boulders are special machines. I didn't know that your husband would bear the burden of that instability and rhetoric."

"Not at all. As a maid of honor, no… you are disqualified as an automaton"

"You know what? Mass production machines are the romance of Han. Special planes, etc... Phew."

The black-haired maids have said that with a smile on this one.

I'm surprised this is a doll.

Besides the conversation being made up, I can do more chores than a bad woman. I had several tears in my eyes when I saw Poyopoyo, such as Aria.

"As far as I'm concerned, whether it's mass produced or not, my chest..."

Damian shook his head sideways.

"So you're not going to ask me any questions about this Poyo Poyo?

It was at Damien's request that he went to school where he was concerned about the course of Poyopoyo.

Poyo Poyo was still special because the automaton we started later was a mass production machine.

Damien wants that information...

"You're done this time. I can do my chores, I have conversation issues, but it's made up. Especially when he's rambling against Lyell, but he seems to be devoting himself to his husband as an automaton and no problem. As for the spec problem to look into in the future, I guess the problem is memory? Every automaton doesn't know the important part, does it? Sometimes it just activated, but it's like they ripped out some important memories... more than that, what's Poyo Poyo? Name?"

Damian saw Poyo Poyo.

He sits on the spot and plays tricks with me.

"It's fine. Until the chicken bastard thinks of the name I deserve, I accept the name Poyo Poyo. Yes! Until the chickens come up with the name I deserve!

I say to Damien with my cheeks wide open.

"I can't think of it, the nori on the spot?

Then there were three other automatons watching Poyo Poyo -.

"Hey, he said you gave him a name!

"Our husband just calls us [number one] [number two] [number three]!

"No, I haven't lost! We haven't been called the wrong number for once!

Poyo Poyo laughs and says as he leans down.

"Hmm, both mass production machines. This is the power of a special aircraft."

(I would have preferred a mass production machine. Nevertheless -)

Even though it looks exactly the same, Damien seems to have an automaton discernment.

The boulder is Seven Jie as a perverted academic.

"Name... I need to think of the right name for an ideal woman, too. Oh, and the guild thing."

Say what I asked for, as Damian remembered.

One of the pullouts in the guild.

That's what I told Damian.

"Yes. Can you ask?

"It's nothing good. I mean, the guild has a lot of complaints, right? Even if I were you, I'd say it's like a mountain... I'll tell you."

I feel a little subtle, but the sixth generation has spoken out about it.

'That official, sooner or later, bought a grudge and destroyed himself. It just so happens that you got involved. Just worry about it. "

I grabbed the treasure ball so I could see what I meant by understanding.

"It'll help. Well, I did you a favor for this reward."

"Really? I'll be running out of research money soon, so it'll help."

After that, I had a little chat with Damien and left the lab behind.

Returning to the mansion, Nowem instructed Shannon to do the dishwashing.

I heard Shannon screaming from the kitchen, so when I showed my face, what a subtle sight was spreading.

"Hino, forgive me already!

"You shouldn't. Mr. Miranda tells me to teach you well, too. Now, if you wash your plate, we'll clean your room next."

"Ah, Lyell! Don't look at me, help me! I'm scared! Nowem's really scared!

Shannon rushed over to hold me, so I held my head by my hand.

Makes my hands and feet twitch, but Shannon's hands don't reach me.

"I deserve it. It would be cute if I punished you for making things easier."

In the end, Mr. Miranda forgave Shannon.

Only the array is fierce two-sided - they made themselves behind it, but I guess the surface part allowed it.

Seeing how it goes, the sixth generation raises a subtle voice.

"I didn't know I was going to overlay this girl with Mireia..."

The fifth generation was also in agreement.

'I was too alert, but I'm glad it turned out. If Miranda was nearby, she'd regenerate.'

Nowem looks at me.

"I won't come back, Master Lyell. And... Mr. Poyopoyo."

With Nowem's troubled look, he mouths the temporary name of Ponky.

"I don't remember forgiving you to call your name! Besides, I didn't know you could do whatever you want in my territory...... be ready!

"May."

A slap on the back of the head causes Poyo Poyo to buckle forward as he rocks his twin tails.

And hold down the beaten spot with both hands and look at me.

"It hurts, chicken bastard. Take care of it more. I'm delicate. Your husband made me cry in the middle of the night."

"... stop it because you're scared. Or are you seriously up in the middle of the night? What are you doing, man?

Then, Poyo Poyo is confident...

"We are waiting in sleep mode! I'm getting some weird energy from your husband saying magic or something, so I'm trying to save some money - Ouch!

I slap my head flat again.

"Aren't you asleep! You really are an automaton!

Nowem laughs when he sees Poyo Poyo interacting with me.

"You're really close."

I saw Poyo Poyo.

A little, I'm angry because I'm looking happy.

"You still wanted me, you chicken bastard. If you call me, disarm Sleep Mode and put it in bed - it hurts..."

Hit Poyo Poyo on the head again and I'll say I'm tired.

Shannon was held up by me.

"Hey, how long have you been holding me back! I'm not badly treated!

From the treasure balls, the voices of the fifth and sixth generations.

"Don't stink of trinkets"

"Uh-huh, this girl..."

Really, what the hell were we that felt like a crisis in such a child?