Sevens

Early in the morning, I'm dealing with a guest even though I say it's a holiday.

What would you have done if you had planned to try the labyrinth, although it was good because you had designated it as a holiday?

In front of me, Mr. Crate, sitting across the desk, smiled and brought in a consultation with me.

"Is this a luggage haul to the five basement floors? Us?

Mr Crate says as he decides to kick the all-back in the morning for a cup of Monica's served tea.

"It is. Actually, they seem to have decreased supplies more than expected, and decided to send them extra. So, when I heard you were close to Lord Alette, I came to ask for your help, too. Oh, by the way, this is also the official request of the guild. Oh, this tea is delicious."

To Mr. Crate, who praises his tea, Monica simply quietly and lightly conferred rather than in her usual tone.

(I wish I'd kept my mouth shut from time to time. No, that scares me the other way around)

Monica thought it was good as usual, but I was a little nervous about working together to accomplish the request.

"Aren't you going to accomplish the request just by the crates? You'll get paid less."

Mr. Crate, with his arms around him, says with a difficult look.

"As a matter of fact, on the sixth to seventh floors underground, Lord Marina is rumbling around. Albano's just pulled up, too, and he won't be challenging the labyrinth for a few days. He's the one who plays around with the money he earns and doesn't work when it matters!

Mr. Crate slapping his fist at the table, if I may say so.

"No, I think you need a vacation. And what about the amount of baggage? My party..."

Inside the tent, in addition to Monica, Miranda was waiting to confirm this request. I'm sitting in a chair and smiling, but inside I don't know what I'm thinking.

Mr. Crate will show me the guild paperwork.

"I need to take all this consumable tomorrow. There's security on the way, but above all, Lyell, you guys have porters, so it's okay!

Smile and say it's okay, but even if you say porter, it's a degraded version of the mini-porter from us.

I'm making improvements, but I can't carry a lot of baggage that far.

(Round trip with luggage on the five basement levels. Besides, with this request fee... I'm in deficit when I cooperate)

The reward is certainly satisfactory in monetary terms.

I thought I could carry my baggage to the fifth basement floor, so I thought I could do this. But it's not a request we take.

It's an unsuitable request for us with a lot of luggage and little support.

"Anyway, we can't do it anyway. An escort on the way can handle it."

With that said, Mr. Crate stands up.

"Say what! I don't need an escort or anything for this crate-led party! Don't worry, I need you to carry your stuff."

No, that's why we're unsuitable...

While dealing with Mr. Crate, who was hot and bitter and wouldn't listen to people, I pulled the information out.

Why are you asking us to do this?

"- I mean, I don't admit officially requested party surprises, he said. No, there are quite a few parties that will take on these requests. I mean, why did you bring a stuck request?"

From within the treasure balls, a sixth generation of voices was heard. At the same time, he seems angry.

'Hey, this guy's an alley. It's not the type.'

I mean, the no-good type, you look like you're doing something empty.

(With that said, Alette also said you have a strong habit or something)

I think the fine man said that, but unlike Mr. Albano and the others, he was a pain in the ass in the ass.

I have a third generation voice.

'When you get a place to work, you're going to work seriously... but how about I bring you a requisition or something?

But here's the seventh generation.

'... Lyell, take this request with a few people. It's just fine. I can see up close how other parties act in the labyrinth. Besides, it's a party recognized by the Alliance. You'll learn if you look at it. If it's a bad party, you can be the opposite teacher. "

I almost sighed, but I do have a luggage and an escort.

It won't be a problem for even a few.

(If you're carrying luggage, it's Clara, but you can't because you want to give her a break. Eva and May are only thinking about coming back and playing... Aria and Miranda if you want to take them)

The next time you take a trip to the labyrinth, you're going to earn real money in the seven basement tiers. I was on vacation longer because I was ready for that as well.

(You have to be ready to get wet and try, so you can't move on until you're equipped)

If I hadn't worn a suit that played water, I would have caught a cold from getting wet.

(I'll be free until I have all my gear, and then I'll see the other parties)

I've decided to take Mr. Crate's request.

"Okay. However, I can't join everyone because I have plans for this one as well. Let me in and the three of us will carry the baggage."

Hearing that, Mr. Crate gives a difficult look.

"The three of you? I wonder if I can get at least six of them out. I have a good amount of luggage, too."

I say I want to leave my people to rest, and I can rule out Mr. Crate's suggestion.

"There's a situation here, too, and I'll take care of the requested baggage. Tomorrow morning, how about we meet at the labyrinth entrance?

"Okay. This is the position I'm asking you to take. Let's be patient."

The fourth generation I heard about it is somewhat frustrating.

"Shall we be patient? Hey, what's this guy talking about? This is the one I'm patient with! Lyell, you have to refuse this request right away!

But here the opinions of the historical contemporaries are divided.

Sixth generation too.

'That's a rejection. There's no point in helping a guy like this. "

But the fifth generation disagrees.

'No, I'm in. The number of demons is small because they are liberated up to five levels underground. Whatever happens, Lyell can cut through. A knight named Alette said there was a slight problem, but it's not a bad idea to check it out.'

The third generation also agreed with the fifth generation.

'Right. I'll be in the same guild in the future, and it's not bad to know what's not working, is it? I just wonder why the guild recognized them.'

Seventh generation, rarely summed up opinions.

"Then, by a majority in favor, we will pass."

The fourth generation and the sixth generation make a voice of regret.

"... you just have to stay out of this now"

"There's definitely a problem," he said.

I had a fine meeting with Mr. Crate, listening to the sound of the treasure ball.

After Mr. Crate left my tent.

I spoke to Miranda and Aria.

He told me that he had taken on a sudden request and that he wanted me to join him because he would prepare additional rewards.

If they refused, I would have joined them alone.

Aria who blatantly dislikes it, but seems a little happy for some reason.

"Eh, I really don't like it... but you can't help it if you ask me"

Miranda gave up with her shoulders up and down because she was listening.

"Nothing's fine. He's on a long break and he's going to be blunt."

In the meantime.

Monica was taking the tools out of her skirt and putting up another mini-porter.

Whilst complaining about bumps.

"... I'm not in it or anything... I've only been in it once... and I can't try the repertoire I thought about for the labyrinth... damn, that all-back bastard..."

Watch Monica put it to anger and put up a second generation mini-porter, I...

"I'll be back in a day anyway. Put together parts for the mini-porter modification by then. I hope so, Monica."

Praising her deliberately, Monica looked at me and made a fool of herself.

"Ha, a high-performance monica isn't cheap enough to get caught up in such a looking compliment. Come into bed once in a while, can't you tell me how much you reward me?

With that said, Monica will assemble a mini-porter at a faster pace than earlier.

Aria saw it, with Bosoli.

"... no, you're not caught. Cheap guy."

But Miranda pointed at Aria and smiled.

"Look in the mirror, Aria."

and so on and laughed.

In addition to the addition of a mini-porter, I left Monica to prepare for the remodel, and I was walking in the city.

The city, which has evolved considerably, is organized and a great path is formed in the city.

Historical contemporaries who saw the sole.

'You should look at this technology up close. I don't care about the crepe. "

The fourth generation of stupidity has been terrible since earlier.

(It's not a crepe, it's Mr. Crate... well, okay)

As I walked that way, a group of people I'd never seen near the city entrance were doing the work.

(What is it, alle?

Come closer, there are several wizards and guild officials there, as well as artisan-inspired men, consulting in some way.

The Alliance's staff.

"Okay, here's this facility. Then we'll have a watchtower too, so please proceed with your work with your intentions."

The wizard.

"To some extent, I'll do it here. Let us leave the finer work to the slaves to do the final finer work."

When I hear the word slave, I see the people I work for.

There was a voice of an artisanal man.

"I'll take care of it. 'Cause I've brought a lot of good living."

The slave I imagine is forced to work in worn out clothes.

I heard slaves were sold in Baim and wondered if this was a reality......

A third generation of voices came from the treasure balls.

"Well, this is what reality is all about"

Listening to me whining like I missed expectations, I speak up to the Alliance staff who came here after speaking.

"Shh, excuse me"

"Yes?"

"Um, these people are slaves, right?

Then the official put his hand on his chin and looked at me and then... laughed.

"Ah, is that what this is about? No, excuse me. Not many people ask that at Baym. Yes, indeed, they are slaves."

An official sees the slaves.

I turned my gaze to the slaves, too.

There...

"Hey, what's coming out of lunch here?

"But only in the winter, but this time it helps because it's good."

"I want to go play, but I have money..."

Craftsman-style men yell at slaves who work complaining about bumps.

"You guys! Get to work! I want to play, too! I'll give the guy who worked the most a drink at the tavern. Work hard!"

But the slaves...

"Alcohol..."

"I'm a good woman."

"Next scene supervisor, a little blame."

I look at the slaves.

(What is it?

That was the candid feeling. In the story, there are slaves who are being treated badly, and the protagonist of the story helps such slaves.

But the sight in front of me is different.

Ordinary men, dressed normally, just doing their work normally.

Alliance officials explain it with laughter.

"Well, in a way, it's the same as an adventurer. What they offer is labor and time, though. Some farmers are slaves to work because they make less money this time of year. I'll be back before spring."

Third generation says.

"That's a limited time earner."

"Why are you a slave?

With that said, an Alliance official said while fingertipping his cheeks.

"Well, there was a tough scrutiny to buy slaves. Is it the primary reason that people who deal with slaves are more secure in their clothing and accommodation than people who poorly seek manpower, and are also certain to pay? Often bankrupt people become slaves, but if they have a job in their hands or something, they buy it for a high price. When you can read, write, and calculate, you seem to get a lot of work."

This means that people can feel safer working with slave traders and slaves who pass strict scrutiny than jobs that normally recruit people.

(... Well, on second thought, you deserve to provide clothing and accommodation. I need you to work for me... but something's different...)

When I'm confused, an Alliance official says with a laugh.

"Oh, did you imagine a cute slave or something? Clarify it, it's a pretty slave or something, it's cheap. After all, because everywhere we seek men as a workforce. Besides, you should be aware that beauty is enslaved the other way around. Looks like some men hired women who lost their lives to slavery and took everything away from them."

Guild officials walked away saying that if you normally want a woman, you should also go to a whorehouse.

I don't know, I think I heard about the slave situation I didn't want to hear.

(Isn't there a protagonist in the story of helping poor slaves? I didn't want to know...)

The next day.

I was shocked to find out the reality, and I was carrying two mini-porters with me.

I'm responsible for the loads that I was forced to load on the mini-porter, but that didn't get me through.

What we're dealing with is a valuable drug relationship.

That's how I'm moving back and forth, protected by Mr. Crate's party...

"Isn't it too late? Or is it too late?

Both Aria and Miranda were stunned by the slower progress than they could have imagined.

Miranda, with her hair up.

"It's definitely strong, and I'm relieved... to a metal martial arts, with all the personnel. But you're moving extremely slowly. Lyell, do you want to use your skills?

I was told to shake my head to the side.

"Whatever you think, there's no point in teaching Mr. Crate my skills to compensate for his weaknesses. I mean, if I tell you, it's a hassle."

However, Mr. Crate's party is very slow to move, but he was excellent if he had all the gear and just looked at the balance of the party members.

The avant-garde is heavily armed and possesses spears, axes, and mace on the great shield. The members to be held back are replacement personnel and one is heavily armed.

And the rest had bows and arrows, and the other had canes. No heart, the bowman also stands out for his metal arsenal, and the wizard is equipped to look heavy.

It is proceeding with the protection of the first three and the rear three so as to surround the support with members.

The fifth generation, look at this.

'In a way, isn't that correct? It's true that metal armor has major disadvantages, but it hardly causes any injuries.'

In fact, when the Crates come into contact with the demons, they almost ignore the opponent's attacks, etc., and the battle comes on with a force push.

It was a party that was extremely expensive on gear and specialized only in offense and defense.

Aria squeaks when she sees her party gear.

"It's hardly a magic trick? Besides, it all feels like they're equipped with attack and defense skills."

Aria looked stunned with a short spear with her hands on her hips.

If you're Miranda, look at the face of support.

"You're true to the basics, aren't you? But..."

So I heard Mr. Crate.

Underground two tiers.

Almost there, in front of me is a room with an underground three-tier entrance...

"All right, time! Let's go into a break in a nearby room!

He was lifting the mask part of his helmet, smiling and giving those instructions to his buddies.

The sixth generation is frightened.

'No, there's a big room coming up, isn't there? Just a little more patience, that's all you have to do.'

The seventh generation seems boring.

"There's a lot to accommodate."

The fourth generation.

"... Lyell, you shouldn't be an apprentice about this"

I say as I look at Aria and Miranda, who are equally stunned.

"Let's follow the leader's instructions. I mean, we're packed and we're in... yeah, sorry about that."

Aria, exhale.

"Fine. That's it for today. For the first time, I thought Lyell was a good leader."

What's not so bad about this guy? And so on, Miranda smiles.

"Oh, I agree with that."

I look at the two laughing together.

(Oh, am I that bad?

I thought it was more decent than Mr. Crate, but I was getting very anxious.