Sevens

It was just me and Nowem who put their faces on the East Branch Guild.

That's because I needed to take the request at the reception.

Besides, Baym doesn't work as soon as he receives a request.

There is a time frame within which requests need to be fulfilled.

Especially since the East Branch is a contingent-type guild, they often head for the guild with a rough fit, except for parties before departure.

With a high level of party credibility, it seems possible to efficiently accept multiple requests.

Well, we just moved in, and we don't have any credit in Baym. I mean, it's a negative start because of the tangle.

Upon arrival at the guild, we were able to find the rough fitters among the adventurers making their departure.

He is wearing a robe and lowering his weapon on his hips. But that's all.

I didn't have the impression that I was going to work. Some are having a bright conversation with the guild staff at the reception, while others are confirming the terms with a serious look.

And some are protesting unsatisfied with the content.

The reason I took a trip to the East Branch early in the morning was to get the request. A number of requests need to be fulfilled in order for the Alliance to be trusted.

And if we raise our profile at Baym, we'll be able to challenge the labyrinth.

We're going to take care of the stack from day to day so that we can try the labyrinth quickly.

In that, it was Mr. Tanya who became my receptionist.

(This is the only reception I have and this guy again)

Dark-haired Okapa. And the slender Tanya has a slender chest.

"... have you considered anything rude, Mr. Lyell?

"Yes, no. That's not..."

"My gaze was looking at my chest. I'm sorry it was so flat. Shall I assign you a tough job?

Nowem apologizes to Tanya for seeming sorry.

"Excuse me, Master Lyell, I don't think I meant to..."

Excuse me, there was. There's no way I can say that. I apologized to Mr. Tanya with an ambiguous grin as it was.

They were laughing a little and seemed to not care.

"Ma, if you care about that, you're not doing any reception work in the Adventurers Guild. And, Lyell, this is your party, but this is Baym's first job, so let me give it a try."

On the desk at the reception where a partition was made on a very long counter, a single document was given.

When I receive the requisition, I check the contents.

"... is it a crusade of demons?

Tanya nods and explains this request.

"It's a village request three days away one way from Baim. They saw a grey wolf nearby. The period should report the achievement to the receptionist within twenty-five days. There may be an increase in numbers, but we need you to be prepared for more than ten."

Grey Wolf is a wolf-like demon. The biggest difference is only the difference between having or not having demon stones when you kill them.

However, on attacking in a group, size strikes humans as a priority with more than wolves.

"The village is safe, isn't it?

When I get confirmation, Mr. Tanya puts his shoulders up and down.

"Beim's drawback is food self-sufficiency. I'll take care of the village nearby. And for that, we're also building walls in small villages."

Because the territory is really small, it is impossible to make food self-sufficient.

But they buy food from the neighborhood with deals, demonic stones, materials, and money from rare metals in their treasures.

At the same time, however, it is also Baym's weakness.

"Isn't buying enough?

With that said, there is a seventh generation of voices out of the treasure balls.

'Just because you're low on self-sufficiency doesn't mean you're not doing anything, Lyell. Because we can see at our feet, I guess we want to show the neighbouring countries that we can bribe ourselves to some extent.'

When she hears it and tolerates the possibility of nodding, Tanya responds in the same way as the seventh generation. The difference is in the second half.

"If you don't do anything, they'll see you at your feet. They buy food at a high price. Besides, many villages around Baym used to be adventurers. It's also a place for retired adventurers to support their second life. And it won't be easily destroyed by demons."

When I heard that, I thought the people were going to manage. Look at my expression, and Mr. Tanya will explain if she understands.

"Then don't make a request, you think so."

"No, the..."

"They'll fight if they get tough, too. But a lot of them are retired people. If you like this and you want to fight, you're still an adventurer. I mean, I don't want to take the initiative. Well, I hear there are other reasons... there are a lot of things. Various."

I wanted to know a lot, but it didn't seem like an interesting story, so I stopped listening.

And look at that requisition.

"I'm not saying it's easy, but it's a request you can take"

Nowem was also nodding.

"I think it's achievable. But what about trying?

Tanya smiles nicely, and says.

"To see what you can do."

Nowem almost said something, but stopped on the way and looked at me and nodded.

"I'll take it. You can decide to leave here, right?

Mr. Tanya asked him to sign the papers when he nodded, and when he signed, he received the papers.

"It doesn't matter how we achieve it here. However, if you dye your hands in crime, you will also dispose of it as an Alliance. These requests are also meant to help you learn how to do Baym."

I guess I'll get used to my shoulders on a simple request and let them learn how to do their job at Baym.

I left the reception after receiving a form with the details of the request from Tanya and the documents to be given to the client.

On the way home.

I'll talk to Nowem.

"Well, three days on the way and home... but this feels like using a horse."

Nowem was also nodding when he groaned like that as he looked at the map.

"Right. If you're on foot, you'll have to leave tomorrow. It can be tough."

As far as the requisition is concerned, in the twenty-fifth day, they take the majority of it for travel.

Even if we arrive in the village we are looking for, it will surely be tough if we do not make a request and return in a few days.

"Going and going home, twenty days on foot? Two to three days to prepare for the request… normally, it's tough."

Nowem was also nodding.

"He said he'd give it a try, so this one didn't check the means of travel, so maybe it's a reduction from the other side."

I laugh bitterly.

I didn't think it was possible in three days on foot, but at the same time I felt it was possible if it wasn't on foot.

Looking at the amount of the requisition, it is also understandable that if you rent a carriage or something to prepare you, you will make little money.

Nowem was laughing at Couscous.

"You didn't ask me on purpose, did you?

"Well, you can afford it. I didn't have to ask."

Twenty-five days, I can come back at my leisure. It would have been possible in a single day if we had just prepared.

I have a third generation voice.

"Huh, Lyell... Shall I spare a little of this request?"

When I touch the treasure ball, the third generation explains it in a funny way. I really seem to enjoy putting someone behind me.

He has a good personality.

'What, this may be, but it's a strength test. It's not strength, it's more important. Shall I say mobility? See how long you can get around. "

The fifth generation seems convinced as well.

'He said it was a contingent-type guild, so that would be an important issue. If you're bad, it's hard to turn the job around if you're slow to move around trying to be strong. There will be other places to watch...... maybe the former adventurer is biting one too'

The seventh generation doesn't like it.

'You're dirty people. That's why I hate adventurers!

The fourth generation seems frightened by the seventh generation.

"What now? Sometimes we do the same thing, no... sometimes we do more than that?

Seventh generation adventurer haters are considerable, so it's only emotional theory.

Moreover, the Alliance also exists in the Walt family territory.

The seventh generation has also used adventurers. So I'm not convinced, but I guess I understand.

The sixth generation sums it up.

'When that happens, maybe the guild is also trying his attitude over there. If it's about Greywolf, even retired adventurers in the village are likely to be able to handle it, but you know what? "

The third generation seems to be having fun.

'I don't even need to tell you the fastest of these. Shall we move a little extra time and deal with it extra time? If you know you can do it, you can use it over there. How about some adventurers?

When I grip the treasure ball, I turn my gaze to Nowem walking beside me. But Nowem was looking at the treasure ball - no, he was looking at my hand.

"Dear Lyell, that's a lot of tricks. Haven't you become a habit?

I know I'm not blaming you for anything, but Nowem takes a good look at my behavior.

Maybe I've been wondering.

"Oh, yeah? No, you can count on me, so you hold onto it. Is it a habit? Well, it's not a weird habit, okay?"

Nowem smiled.

"Right. Sometimes you roll at your fingertips, but is it also any difference?

I'm vaguely deceptive, thinking I'm going to be somewhat tangled up today.

"You didn't care... more subtle in time than that. It's too early for lunch, and you want me to take a break somewhere?

Looking around, there was a coffee shop lined up.

Some of the stores used by adventurers and the residents of Baym have signs that they are preparing.

Some of them were adventurers eating.

(Different sense of time? No, you just came out of the labyrinth and you heard your body clock go crazy or something)

Clara taught me that we have Monica.

That's why he tells us exactly what time it is, so we don't go crazy staying in the dark labyrinth for days.

Nowem is.

"Better than that, I have to tell you that I got the request. I'll be waiting for you."

I nodded and started walking towards the inn.

"Hey, Nowem."

"Yes?"

It was about Miranda and the others who wandered to Nowem while walking.

At the Mansion of Fanbaille, the atmosphere of the party has been giggling somewhere since Nowem revealed everything.

No, it felt more like a clerical than a guinea pig.

Miranda is doing something behind it, too, which doesn't look like a breeze. Sometimes I may just not have noticed, but there was nothing when I checked carefully with my skills.

Yes, nothing.

There's very little conversation at the party right now.

Nowem is often with Eva.

Miranda is with Shannon.

Sometimes Clara basically acts alone or with Nowem or Miranda.

Aria is often arguing with Monica, but basically she is often with Miranda.

Monica... basically, she doesn't seem interested in anything other than me. Even taking care of everyone, but there was clearly a temperature difference with me.

"Do you think we can do this right?

I didn't say what.

Nowem smiled and nodded.

"It's okay. Even Baym can do it well. Master Lyell's strength will definitely make him a top adventurer."

I put my head on it.

"... right"

In other words, Nowem seems to maintain his relationship with Miranda as it stands. If we're going to pierce each other's non-interference, it's much better than fighting poorly.

It's just...

(Are you sure this is okay?

Shouldn't I do something about the relationship? That's what I thought.

Night.

I was in the treasure ball.

In the memory room of the fifth generation, he fell to the ground and was lying on his back. The breath is disturbed, sweaty and full of blood...... Even if that fit, I couldn't get up.

The fifth generation has a one-handed sword in his right hand, but that blade contains a number of cuts.

Snake belly sword.

Its user, the fifth generation, was staring down at me without even cutting his breath.

"It moves worse than before. Easily get caught in the feint. Finally, there is no power. He was distracted."

Summarizing my reflections, I erase the snake-bellied sword I had in my right hand. The sabel that was piercing the ground near me disappeared, too.

"... you still care about the morning?

The fifth generation, you realize how I feel, has sat down and spoken to me.

"I'm not interested in Harlem or anything else, because I'm one of the same party guys. I was wondering if we could get along..."

When I woke up my upper body, the fifth generation was holding my forehead with my hands and shaking my neck sideways like a scratch.

The fifth generation was also Harlem when it came to Harlem, so I decided to ask him if he had any advice.

"Don't you have a solution or something? Should we have a discussion with each other?

The fifth generation.

"Are you asking me? I also feel I'm the wrong person to ask... well, am I the only one '

As far as I heard, the sixth generation also surrounded the concubine. But the seventh generation said something that seemed like a big deal.

Either way, the seventh generation had seen Harlem, and it seemed that his wife had decided to be alone because she did not like it.

"Did the sixth generation fail?

When I hear it, the fifth generation denies it with his left hand as a flicker.

'Idiot. It can't be better. Think the other way. You, if Nowem had another man, could you forgive him? I like you the same way, so why don't you let me live with you or something?

Shaking his head sideways with all his might, the fifth generation nodded.

"If there were five or six men around Nowem, could you just love Nowem?

That also bothered me a little, but I denied it with all my might.

Because I don't feel comfortable with it.

"After all, you can't have Harlem or anything. As far as I'm concerned, Nowem is all I need... but I understand this is a situation I can't even say so. But Harlem is a little..."

'You can't. How often, mistress? If we're married politically, we usually make mistresses of each other after having children. I'm not in a position to say anything about it... but the Walt family was certainly alienated. It's just that in your case, it's hard because you're the one who's after those girls. If you'd give up, you wouldn't be following me.'

What a smile the first generation was to join the pioneering group to match anyone they liked.

But in my case, even if Eva is special, the others are for me.

The fifth generation cared about that too.

"What should I do?

The fifth generation told me it was clear.

'Don't do anything. Look, unless you get worse, never talk about those two relationships.'

The answer was, don't do anything surprising.