Sevens

A few days after Mr. Launo gave me the information.

Mr. Tanya was visiting the mansion. I decided to deal with him, but the only thing in the mansion is Damian's automaton, so I have tea for that number two this time.

But you're not even interested in my subtle taste, I've served a different cup of tea than Monica. Probably Damian's preference.

Tanya was sitting correctly on the couch. But I don't have a hand in tea. It was a lighter tone than ever.

Use skills. The sixth generation - Search - showed Mr. Tanya's reaction in yellow or red.

Maybe there's a stray. When that happens, it means that you know the details. Mr. Tanya is a man of the Alliance. It would still give priority to the guild.

"Mr. Lyell, we have an urgent request. You may be hearing rumors..."

"Is it Carthafus?

"... if you knew, you'd be quick. Its Cartoughs, but there have been disturbing moves lately. A request has also been received by Carthafus officials to Baym, who decided it was an urgent request. So, Lyell, the guild asks you for this one. The reward promises 50,000 pieces in gold if you succeed. The request is for the rescue of the captive queen."

Thousands of copies were available in gold coins alone.

I don't even intend to pay a success reward or anything, so I'd like to make it look like a good request.

There is a fifth generation of voices from within the treasure balls.

"Thousands of gold coins don't hurt, do they? Adventurer guild, too. It's not a bad payment."

I'm looking at the paperwork.

"The payment is also very luxurious. It's just that all of our parties are women? Isn't this out of the list?"

Reports seem to be rising that Lark's skills are powerful against the opposite sex. And they're also planning on separating me from my people.

while the seventh generation sees it.

'Did you think we could handle it if we split up? But this time the guild should also give a trump card...... it would be dangerous if you licked it'

The third generation was laughing at the seventh generation's opinion.

'Isn't that why it's good? Lark, is that it? This kid's pathetic, too, isn't he? You don't realize you're being used by us or Baim. Oops, Lyell...... as planned'

Mr. Tanya also seemed to think of a reason for me to say no.

"We've decided that it's achievable enough on its own. And you're lying about all the women, right? Maxim, Damien... we've both registered adventurers"

Are you going to slap me thoroughly, I've even put out Mr. Maxim's name. I'm looking at the paperwork.

"... there is also a request for a labyrinth crusade. Even after we clean you up?

As troubling as it may be, says Tanya.

"It's urgent, so if you can, within the earliest possible time. And if you can't do it, I'll send backup from the Alliance."

When I heard that, I smiled. It was a possible case. And the adventurers who will be sent in will be willing to attack us.

"That helps. You want backup from me?

"That's far to the boulder...... but we're sending adventurers from Beim over there as well. We can arrange it so we can get help over there."

I was told I was tilting my neck.

"Really? That's crazy. A party in a famous place should be making other requests, right? Did you send them from outside the East Branch?

In an alliance other than the dispatched East Branch, the adventurer out of Baim is about a mercenary regiment in the South Branch. Tanya's expression was the same look she made.

"That's all we're in a hurry for. So we're sending backup to the labyrinth."

I nodded and tried to sign the paperwork, stopping my hand.

"That's right. I have a lot of chores, so can I ask someone in the East Branch for a job?... I'd like to ask for chores or something."

Mr. Tanya heard it and gave it a little thought but nodded with a smile.

"Go ahead. But the less competent ones will be in trouble. I don't even think they asked me to do chores."

While I sign the papers.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I know people who are going to take it on."

I thought, leaning down.

(Mr. Tanya, it's sweet. If you're an adventurer taking on the degree of chores, did you think you could cut them off?

When Mr. Tanya left, I called Damian and Mr. Maxim, who were at the mansion, to the room to talk.

It's about Carthaphs' request. And I will also tell you that the current situation is quite bad.

Damian took off his glasses, wiping his lenses.

"Huh, so? Lyell has an idea, doesn't he?

Mr. Maxim is more nervous. The exact opposite of Damian.

"That's not good. It doesn't matter what you think, Baym's loss of support will affect your future policy."

When I continued to get support from the Baym - Trace family, Mr. Maxim seemed to think. And with that intention, Mr. Adele seems to be moving, too.

I'm apologizing.

"Oh, I'll apologize first. I'll pay you off here, too. Maybe even the Trace family has a move within the next few minutes, and we've started working on the foundation where we're crusading the labyrinth, so we'll use it as a base for the future."

Damien doesn't seem to like it.

"Eh, I liked the basement here."

"Build me a building of your choice over there. I mean, you're gonna make a real move."

I told the two of you the plan.

It was an expected adventurer raid in Carthaphs and a plan to sell favors to the northern powers by rescuing the Queen to stare at Bansaim.

I heard that, Mr. Maxim.

"... if it goes well, it's a good story indeed. However, the risk is also great. Besides, I'm not here to risk your daughter."

Again, I guess I don't like to leave Mr. Adele's side. Damian seemed troublesome.

"Three automatons. Sure, I can prepare the golem, but what about it, militarily? You can win? An adventurer who brushed his arms in the labyrinth, or something."

I declared myself confident in Damien and Mr. Maxim.

"Win. If we lose here, we can't beat a monster named Ceres either. And. There's a move to kick the Trace family out at Baym. Mr. Fidel, who is the current owner, to be exact. Some other merchants will be kicked out, too. So I want to move them straight to the land they're developing. Damien, can't you convince Grandpa Ratata?

When Damian put on his glasses, he received a cup from his maid, Automaton No. 1, and drank tea.

"I think it's possible. For better or worse, you're a craftsman. Isn't it possible as long as we have a place and a job? He doesn't seem to hate the buzz of Beim either, but he also said he'd come out of the country and miss that. Plus, it sounds like we're having fun improving the Valkyries, and it doesn't feel like we want to throw out work."

Looks like we can pull through Grandpa Latata. Then we may be able to speak up to other related craftsmen and merchants and invite them south of Baim.

Mireia, have fun.

'Lyell, let Eva run the rumors. There's luck in the south!

This guy looks like he's having fun too.

Then Damien looks at me.

"… take over the merchants who are no longer worthy of use? Lyell would have done well with the merchants left in Baym."

I shake my head to the side.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still mandated to do this. Please help me. I can't betray you."

Then Mr. Maxim turned his suspicious gaze to me.

"... not what I know is impersonal"

... rude. The merchants who helped me get out of the fall of Baym. Isn't that forceful enough?

When I visited the Guild East Branch, I nominated Mr. Marianne in a private room on the third floor.

I don't normally have a problem with anyone accepting it, but only this time did I need to nominate Mr. Marianne.

I was pretty much in the guild, and I really needed an official who couldn't abandon the adventurer I knew.

No, I can't say I absolutely need it, but I still nominated it with the intention of using it.

Marianne smiled and walked into the room with paperwork and stuff as I waited in the private room. And if you look at my face.

"That's unusual to nominate. I'm going to get it wrong, so I might want you to let me know why if I can..."

A joking Marianne gave me a serious look when she saw my expression.

"That's not an atmosphere to joke about."

Saying so and putting the paperwork on her desk, Ms. Marianne prepares a drink and sits in a chair. When I put my mouth to the drink, I asked Marianne for a favor.

"I'm going to Carthafus. The ship will use the Trace family ship. I also hired an adventurer party where I could ask for chores."

Mr. Marianne didn't break his expression.

"Really? I know it's hard, but I'm sure Mr. Lyell will accomplish the request -"

That's where I make a laugh. Making a very good smile made me hate myself. This kind of thing keeps getting better.

"So I want the Adventurer's dossier on my way to Carthafus. Detailed materials kept by the Alliance...... do you have them?

Mr. Marianne's dripping eyes narrowed so that she could stare at me.

"It is forbidden to divulge information. That's what they told me to do."

"You gave me my information? If you're an official like Mr. Marianne, don't you know what my situation is? They've done some rookie training, but you're familiar with the guild's work, right?

Mr. Marianne tried to get up from the chair and leave the room.

"... I will call the other officials. And then there's nothing I can say."

I smiled and told him about the adventurer party I asked for.

"This time, I asked for help from the Airhardt party. You took it easy on me. It's a big request. That's right, and Mr. Marianne got angry for the Airhardts, didn't she? It's no wonder you're dead. Don't make me take requests, get up to problems at reception... I like nice people."

When Marianne looked back, she looked at me worse. And after a while I leaned down, that was the answer to everything.

I guess I knew. My current situation and Baym's response.

"Do you know everything? So you choose to go to Carthaphs, so you're strong enough. As far as I'm concerned, it would be helpful if you just ran away."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I still have something important left for Baim, too. I thought I would be allowed to act to a certain extent if I were to protect something important. Well, Mr. Marianne doesn't have much to gain, but can you do me a favor?

When Mr. Marianne came back, he sat in his chair and turned his gaze to me. It wasn't the atmosphere before, it had some kind of awesomeness.

I think she's gaining a lot of experience and creating this kind of atmosphere.

"... that was information about the adventurer. Sure, it's a lesser benefit story for me. Anyway, it's only a disadvantage. Just make sure you have information on the adventurers heading for Carthafus. And information on adventurers raiding their remaining companions. instead."

What Mr. Marianne wanted instead -.

"Guarantee of your lives, Airhardt. No, bring him back to Baym intact. If you put it in the Carthaphs, all of Mr. Ryer's people should be targeted. Because it's a chore and it won't be missed."

When I snorted, I asked Marianne how soon I would gather information. Seems like we'll get together soon enough, and I'm impressed. He must also be highly capable as an official.

When I had the means to receive the information, I decided to ask Marianne.

"You'll put your shoulders in the airhardts for a long time. Is it romantic emotion?

Then Mr. Marianne laughed like she made fun of me. And look sad at me.

"You're half right. However, Airhardt, do you feel like... a lovely disciple? Little unknown, but serious and hard-working... I'm glad to see that kind of kid as an official. Tips I work hard to grow, and I'm happy to report that.... I'd rather support a pretty girl like that than a cute kid who does everything perfectly, like someone else."

Nothing, Mr. Marianne had no problem reporting to the guild. Because the mansion is already paying off and we're getting ready.

But when I hear that, I'm sure I'm less interesting from the staff than the Airhardts.

"On the contrary, do you lend me a hand to that extent?

Mr. Marianne leans down and speaks out in a potpout.

"... it's similar to the adventurer I liked before. I'm new, too, and I was popular, so you were in good shape by then. So a serious adventurer who came out of the country did something for me."

When I heard the story, I guessed roughly. As I thought, Ms. Marianne speaks of the developments that followed.

"I'm dead because of you. He even left me a fortune... and he was a real idiot. Then there's the newcomer receptionist. I was actually better off as a rookie. Because it was worth it."

I heard the whole story, and then I got up.

"... the Airhardts will definitely return to Baym. I promise."

And then Mr. Marianne was staring at me.

"If I don't put it back, I'll resent you for life. Let me get this far, and if you want one... I'll tell you what happens when I turn the Alliance's staff against my enemies"

The awesomeness was really scary, but I laughed so I wouldn't be able to understand the inside. Then he left the room and lowered his chest.

- East Branch.

At the reception on the ground floor, Rhue had received Airhardt's documents.

And Airhardt tells Leue.

"Sorry, next job, but this time it's a pass"

Reuer, hearing about it, checked with Airhardt, thinking it was unusual.

"What's wrong with you? Usually you check your next request and schedule an appointment? Has anyone fallen ill?

Airhardt, he shook his head to the side saying no. I am more settled as an adventurer than I was before, and I keep Marianne's teachings to make requests.

He also began to gear up, defeating demons with his people outside and getting better than the life of an adventurer at the end.

"I'm going to help even Cartoughs at the request of someone I know. It's a chore, but it's good to get into, and I can't make any other requests for the time being because it's a long-term request."

Rhue listened to it, watching Airhardt.

"Not to say I know you, but it's proof that you have credibility when it comes to naming you. Mr. Airhardt and the others are splendid adventurers, too.... right! I'm hoping for a souvenir. Tell me what kind of adventure you've had."

Then, Airhardt exhales.

"It's still cuter with sweets and stuff. If you say the same thing to anyone, you'll have a hard time later. I will buy one of the souvenirs because there are many opportunities to meet face to face."

Ryue, a little out of sight, whispered.

"... I won't tell anyone else."

Airhardt is getting up from his chair.

"What?

"It's nothing. I hope so, Mr. Airhardt."

Seeing Rhue smile, Airhardt laughed bitterly. You think Marianne fooled you, it still seemed like there was still trauma in the female employees -.