Sevens

I was drinking tea in the rented room of the inn.

Monica is renting the dining room to prepare dinner, and for the first time in a long time, she is dealing with a guest while enjoying the tea Nowem has put in for her.

It was a beautiful man to prepare a light treat and pinch the table across from each other.

Her name is [Eva], an elf and singer.

I had long, light pink wavy hair and the color of my eyes was just as pink as my hair.

White skin is also beautiful, but above all, it would be longer ears than people who stand out.

(graceful temp...... I deserve it)

I'm just glad I didn't have time to slow down with the Griffon exorcism, but I could afford to enjoy these hours.

But...

"Dear Lyell, it would be nice to enjoy some tea, but we need you to continue talking..."

"Oops, you did. Excuse me."

Apologize to the other person.

He's tall, but the girl in front of him says she's sixteen years old running out as a singer.

"Fine. So, I know how my former noble son joined Hippogriff's crusade, but why should he lie? The Griffon Expeditionary Force is becoming a rumor... it's delicious just to hear about it, but as far as I'm concerned, you're concerned."

I didn't know you were interested in me, the girl in front of you - Eva knows.

Nowem looking at me worried.

Aria blocking her ears.

Miranda leaning over.

Clara, who is a dick.

And you're on guard behind my sister, Shannon.

Happy to be surrounded by beauty.

"There are a lot of things going on. But isn't it unusual for a singer to want to hear it in person?

Ask Eva to sing the Expeditionary Force song. In doing so, we need you to spread the word about the Expeditionary Force to Central.

"He showed me Griffon, and I heard a lot about him. But, you know, I'm [Eva of Nihil]. I don't give in to songs in my clan, and I want to know more about them than anyone."

I show my crusaded griffon and also let him know what I want him to sing.

But Eva wasn't convinced.

Eva, young and becoming famous in Central, Nowem has found.

"I'm having trouble getting my story out."

I couldn't hide it. I didn't think anything of my aura would be more troublesome.

Damn...... I feel like a jerk.

Drinking tea, I'll explain Griffon's exorcism to Eva in detail.

Shannon from behind Miranda.

"Nibbling and disgusting"

I say.

"Are you jealous? I'll deal with him later, so fix your mood. Whoa, and then you knock Hippogriff out with a bow and arrow and you're done."

Eva seemed happy to tell me how the Expeditionary Force could not be used and how difficult it was.

"I'm the only one who knows the story...... this is it! I've been waiting for something like this! Everyone knows hero Tan is not enough. After all, I need to hear and find out a lot straight away like this. Oh, I think I can sing a good song."

I seem confident in the song.

"Well, Hero Tan wants to hear it."

When I say that, Eva says with her hair up.

"Yep. Many elves share a song with a clan. Purchasing on a trip, exchanging information with the same elves and other singers… among them, the Nihil clan remembers many songs"

If I'm sharing information, isn't the number of other songs the same?

If you think so, Nowem will supplement you.

"There is also a popular waste of songs. Among them, the Nihil clan is very good."

Clara is also added.

"But that's weird. I don't think a group of people traveling like that would perform songs individually even if they entered the city?

Eva seemed to be singing a song by herself.

Then.

"'Cause I ran away from home"

From the treasure ball I lowered to my neck, I heard a fifth generation of voices.

I also have a sixth generation voice.

"Well, you're a runaway daughter... someone just popped out of the house."

When the fifth generation comes up with a nibbling face, the sixth generation is with Bosoli.

'Also, I'm back...'

There seems to be a lot going on.

"Isn't running away unusual?

With that said, Eva shook her head to the side.

"I told the other clans to go to my daughter-in-law, so I decided to be independent! You're three girls, so you tell them to marry the next family of elves you meet!

Ask the boulder about it.

"That's awful."

"It would!

Just, Clara says.

"Well, that's the culture of the elves, who are also one of the travelers. I have heard that there has been a trend towards working with each other rather than marrying within the same clan. I think there's some point in telling that family a song that Eva knows."

Then, Eva says.

"One seat would be fine! But even if you go to the people who make hunting their business, you're just entertaining your family! I don't have a chance to perform a song! I want a lot of people to listen to my songs!

I stand up slowly.

When you gather the women's gaze in the room, you say with your hands wide open.

"Well, you should follow me."

"Why?"

To Eva with her neck hanging, I point my thumb up at myself.

The third generation in the treasure ball.

"Ku, you're coming!

Raise your voice and say it with confidence -.

"Because I'm the man who's gonna be a hero one day! Eva is happy to see it on her side. Happy to have you tell my legend... both happy! On my side, tell my hero Tan, Eva!

"... I can't. Come on!! This is what I can do!

When you say that with your kime face, you gather your surrounding gaze.

I hear laughter from within the treasure balls.

"... I like comedy too, but a little on the boulder"

Rejected, but I'm not depressed.

"Too bad. But you can always jump into my chest. I'll be waiting."

When I wink, Eva sees Nowem.

"... what, you poor beautiful boy?

Don't be too honest with this elf. I thought so and Eva seemed cute.

"Excuse me. I'm not always like this. It's just that it's not a good time to overlap my growth."

"Ahhh."

Eva's raw and warm gaze is pleasant.

"Don't stare so much. You're gonna fall for me."

When I gave him my attention, I heard a third generation.

"The boulder is ready!

The fifth generation.

'You're here. Man to be a hero, or stare and you fall in love with me...... which one do you prefer?

The sixth generation.

"As far as I'm concerned, I can't believe I'm going beyond loving..."

Seventh generation.

"Talking about my hero, Tan, is pretty good, too!

The fourth generation sums it up.

'That was a huge harvest this time too. I mean, we're going to have a discussion with the head of the Circleys as we keep this momentum...... I wonder what happens!

Your ancestors seem to enjoy it.

The third generation.

'I also asked for the planting, so I'd have trouble if you didn't move. If you catch the weird thing...... ma, okay!

Eva was worried about Nowem.

"Hey, if you want to break up, why don't you travel with me? If you're Nowem, you're welcome."

Nowem is.

"No, because Lord Lyell's side is where I should be."

As always, he's happy to say something.

(Loved by Nowem, am I not the happiest man in the world?

I don't doubt that. It was me.

Evening.

I was renting a warehouse in Central and gathering merchants there.

I think I've spoken a lot of bad things, but I'm still fine.

(It's okay, I'm cool)

Get a lot of lanterns in the dim warehouse and I'll have everyone check the griffons.

"Normally I would bring it to the guild, but this time I thought I'd buy the whole thing because it's in good condition."

When I say that, one of the merchants asks me.

"Is it really the Griffon that the rumored Expeditionary Force defeated! Then I give out two hundred gold coins. Also in good condition. That's all worth it."

Rumors are already spreading in Central, and the early-heared merchants have listened to Eva's song and come into contact.

It was speed-oriented and close to telling the story, but Eva is soaring in popularity with rumors spreading to Central residents who heard about it.

He looked good from the beginning, and if he was a good singer, the basement was neat.

All we had to do was take a chance.

(Nowem brought a brilliant singer.)

"I definitely bought it from the Expeditionary Force. It will be the paperwork then. And the expedition will be back soon, so there shouldn't be a Griffon then. Just two hippo glyphs in a wagon to show you."

(Yes... just the two of them. I knocked out three of them.)

says the merchant.

"That was 500 gold coins, wasn't it? Isn't it a big deficit with such big money?"

I say.

"I'm not a merchant. The Expeditionary Force, knowing Griffon was there, nevertheless moved out by the willingness to face it. But we will also collect it."

Demonic material.

The demon stones and other materials have already been sold off to Mirandas.

Nearly thirty gold coins, but that's not enough at all.

Fourth generation says.

"You've collected 200 to 300 pieces here."

I saw the other merchants.

"You can wait for the Expeditionary Force to come back, but there will be more buyers there by then"

When stirred, one raises his hand.

"Two hundred and twenty gold coins!

Then, even more...

"To... two hundred and forty!

"Two hundred fifty!

Merchants start the competition. I'll take a look at it and let you know how Griffon is.

"The wound has only one stab wound. There are no other wounds in battle. I checked."

As a result, one merchant was to buy the griffon out of a large sum of money of three hundred and twenty pieces in gold coins.

Fifth generation says.

'... a little too expensive? I thought it would be a good idea to spend two hundred and fifty dollars on gold. "

When the other merchants leave the warehouse in regret, I talk to the merchant who bought it.

"I'll come get it first thing tomorrow morning. I don't think there's anything else to sell..."

I say with a smile to the merchant who looks at me with a worrying eye.

"Yeah, I wouldn't sell anything else if they offered me more than the purchase price."

"Good. I wanted to buy it early."

Don't worry about the merchant, I'll be damned.

"Did you need a griffon?

"No, because there are important customers coming to Central, there were people who were really not satisfied with other commonplace products. It would be helpful not to pry too hard."

That's what they told me. I nodded and talked about exchanging money for the goods first thing tomorrow morning.

- Late at night.

Miranda saw an ice-soaked sole in the warehouse.

It is stored safely in a crate and only one box is kept in a large warehouse.

Near the crate, a porter is placed and Lyell is lying down.

"Chicken bastard. Ooh!

"Hey, don't cry, Monica...... leave your love stuffed dish etc...... whoops!

The extravagant dishes made by the overstretched Monica could not be eaten by the six of us.

Lyell, who couldn't do it, is still lying down.

"It sure was delicious... but what is that? I'm not mistaken for a party or anything."

Aria was also eating large quantities looking delicious, Miranda says.

"You've been eating a lot for that, haven't you? Desserts are so... fat."

Then, you felt that Aria had eaten a little too much, and it hardened.

Clara seems to like the fried potatoes and wants to eat them again.

"Monica is a good cook, but you have a wide variety. This party could be a very luxurious one"

Miranda feels complicated when she sees Clara looking happy with a hock-face.

I went through “growth” and made an embarrassing past.

Plus, Clara, who became a poisonous tongue, tells me a lot.

(Nevertheless......)

Waiting in the warehouse is for the crate we're deliberately putting out.

(Lyell's skills are often handy)

The merchants will be leaving and spreading to Central where Griffon is along with rumors of expeditionary troops.

Lyell seems to think that he has someone to raid.

And that opponent was Miranda's home.

(I know it moves a lot...... could it move so fast)

Around preparing for everything, Lyell has no eyes to lose.

Thought it was scattered, but he is also solid around collecting it securely.

Shannon is sleeping wrapped in a blanket on Porter's carrier, and Nowem is nursing Lyell.

Then, Lyell seemed spicy, but he woke up his upper body and looked around.

"That was faster than I thought."

I wasn't locked in the warehouse.

Sometimes it was a hassle when it was broken, but it was hard to imagine it coming in because it was lighting up and letting me know someone was there.

Miranda also thinks it's possible that they're Griffon's target thieves.

Pulling through the dagger I lowered to my waist, Aria also stood up and took a short spear in her hand.

Nowem also goes outside the porter with his cane.

Only Lyell walked in front of the crate with dignity, and Monica followed.

"Come on."

When Lyell said so, the black-clad men jumped in through the warehouse window, opening the door and dozens of men rushed in.

When Miranda sets up, Lyell rings his finger.

Gong! I heard the noise all over there, and a bunch of black-crushing people have slipped to the frozen ground and fallen at some point.

If you look, there was an ice wall floating up near the window.

When they disappeared, Lyell had a silver bow in his hand.

(Much smaller than I was asking? Isn't that a short bow?

It was a big bow, that's what I was hearing. The silver bow was small, and Lyell, with many bows of light, was poking in front of the black-squeezed men as he released toward the sky.

It is a threat.

"Go home and tell your husband to come directly. That way we can negotiate. In the morning, I'll turn him in."

When I saw Lyell slapping the crate with a cone, the black-crushed men were on guard over this one.

Lyell holds a bow.

"You want me to be a corpse and let my husband know I failed?

With that said, the black-clad men go outside to be vigilant about this one.

(Are you looking at me? And look for someone...... Shannon?

Turning his gaze to Porter, Shannon was looking at something.

The black-clad men, when they find Shannon, look him in the eye and go straight outside.

Lyell looks at the broken windowsill, who after a while returns the bow to its original neckline.

"... I have to claim this separately"

Back to Porter Lyell says to Nowem, "It's a little easier when it moves," he says.

"... you knew everything"

That's what Miranda put on the dagger...

As planned, Mr. Ralph, the head of the Circleys, came to the warehouse.

(I would never fit in with all that and if I were a different person. It's funny)

Horrified inside, he has a few black-clad men in the warehouse.

Nearby, carriages were also provided to carefully carry the contents of the crate.

Miranda and Shannon's gaze seemed a little surprised to see Mr. Ralph differently than before.

"... deliberately brought here a merchant who had something to do with us. I guess that's a good idea, huh?

I just snort because my ancestors told me to.

"Right. Then let's negotiate. It's hard for that griffon to flow outside of the royal palace. Two hundred gold coins were prepared. You think it's a fair price?

The fourth generation tells me.

"Starting with two hundred gold coins...... Lyell"

When I grip the treasure ball, a bunch of blackheads holding back behind Mr. Ralph react instantly.

A little funny.

"This one paid five hundred gold coins. Besides, look... you broke the window in the warehouse I rented. I also need you to pay for this repair. How about a thousand gold coins? If there's anything going on here, you have to pay for it."

Mr Ralph tells me as if he was frightened.

"Sure, there's nothing wrong with this one. Okay, I don't mind you charging me for the repairs. But it's up to you to pay five hundred gold coins. It's none of my business. Pay up to 250 gold coins."

Not enough at all, so I say it with a smile.

"Drive my daughter's lover and me to a dead place. Is that the price? How about nine hundred and fifty gold coins?

"... this one just got delayed in getting information in. If I knew, I would never have sent Miranda. I can't believe I'm taking you all the way to Shannon... you're a terrible man, you are. Three hundred."

"Put the word" gold coin "before the number of pieces, this outer road. Give him a warm welcome to his daughters boyfriends who have handled him... nine hundred gold coins"

If the negotiations continue, I'll have 700 gold coins.

Mr. Ralph offers the price of four hundred pieces in gold.

The fourth generation.

"In monetary terms, it's time to be positive. You can stop here, but the problem is with this commission. '

A niggling fourth generation face came to mind.

"... It's six hundred pieces in gold. Isn't this price cheap with the requisition fee? The Expeditionary Corps sold it off. You can get this back, too. They were escorted by two men, and they even let them stand up."

Mr. Ralph laughs with his nose.

"How dare you... I didn't ask you to let me handle this. In the first place, I didn't know Griffon would come out at that stage. There will be mistakes here too, but I only asked to protect those two from hippoglyphs. You don't seem to understand kindness."

How dare you say nuke.

With the same sentiments, I say.

"... five hundred and fifty pieces in gold. You can't do this any more."

Then, too, Mr. Ralph.

"Five hundred pieces in gold. I'm thinking about exercising my strengths."

There's a bunch of blackheads around, and that's Mr. Ralph's trump card.

You don't want me to get hurt because I have a daughter, but you can rub it even more if you want any more.

I decided to break it.

"Okay. Hey."

"Yes, Master Lyell"

That's how I let Nowem open a piece of the crate, and there I see the big head of the eagle.

It's been ice pickled and it turned white and didn't look good inside, but the other person also checks.

Mr. Ralph, too, threw a leather bag over here.

Pick up a leather bag that sounds like jalajara and Monica will check the contents.

Weighing the weight, he nodded and looked at my face.

"Negotiations are in place, right? I'll send you the bill later."

"I hope you don't charge me an extrajudicial amount. You're greedy."

I laugh.

"I'm not lying. Only charge for repairs to the warehouse. I still consider myself an honest man."

(Yes! Mr. Lyell doesn't lie!

When Mr. Ralph tells his men to bring the crate in as it is, we will keep an alert eye on the task.

Mr. Ralph tells Miranda as he watches the work.

"... I don't rely on Doris or Lucy. Miranda, are you willing to come back?"

Hearing that, Shannon was badly depressed.

Miranda.

"... you don't tell Shannon. I don't want to get involved anymore. Keep it out, now go back, there won't be. You think that's gonna work?

To Miranda, who said she was not willing to go back, Mr. Ralph just grumbled, "Well."

Mr. Ralph, who carries out the crate and goes outside, never looked back at us.

I ask Miranda and Shannon.

"Okay, both of you"

Then Shannon did.

"Oh, I don't want to go back to that house!

I had tears in my eyes.

Miranda.

"There's gonna be some bad rumors back there. Either way, it's not comfortable."

I'm like that for both of us.

"Tell me you chose me honestly. I'm not gonna make you regret this."

When you say that, Shannon looks at me.

"You're not cured yet."

That's what I've been saying.

Nowem says.

"I like any Lyell... well, I know it's going to be hard, but good luck"

Encouraged.

"I don't know... I'm not convinced"

The next day.

I was paying the merchant who bought the Griffon in the warehouse.

The merchant says in a bright voice to me with a dark expression.

"All the expedition troops were calm somewhere this morning. It's still a unit with great experience. There's something awesome about it."

(Yeah, I'm sure that's because you regret your past just like me)

I received a packed bag of gold coins and I handed Griffon over to the merchant.

"One had a terrible head and the other didn't fasten the prototype with a powerful blow. Must have fought hard."

(It was Aria and I who did it)

I received the money and gave the merchant the paperwork to check with Norma later.

Then.

"It's also worth it to be a Griffon defeated by an expedition trooper who is a hero, but better than that, he was likely to make it to a valued customer"

I just received a griffon in great condition and it seems satisfying.

"This one helped. Bye."

"Yeah, that was a good deal"

I smile and see a bunch of merchants loading their griffons into their carriages and leaving, and I wave.

Miranda approaching on the side.

"What's not to lie about, man? You scammer."

I say shy because I follow you with my elbow gladly.

"... Ugh, I didn't lie"

Yes, I'm not lying. Nobody said anything about selling griffons.

It was Hippogriff who was at the negotiating table with Mr Ralph.

Mr. Ralph bought an iced hippogriff for five hundred gold coins.

Now I would have had a deceitful return of interest.

Miranda, smile and put your hand on your mouth.

"You chose Lyell because of it, so don't make me regret it. I had a lot going on this time, but I enjoyed it."

I lean bright red on my face.

Monica is sorry.

"... the chicken bastard's Fever Time is over. When will it be next?

He comes at me with a serious look.

I look at Monica's face.

"Don't you ever do that again"

I swear to my heart, there is a sixth generation voice from the treasure balls.

'Lyell... even if you think so, we're all in trouble. But this time it was funny. "

While resenting the sixth generation laughing, he swore to his heart three times that he would never taste this sorrow again.