Sevens

- Guild of the East Branch.

There, personnel transfers of staff had been announced.

The labyrinth that appeared in the south of Baym was designated the administrative labyrinth. The reason is that commonly handled materials are available, as well as materials that are easy to attack and not available in Baym's controlled labyrinth.

Only one official's name was entered on the personnel-transfer sticker. And he was looking for the hopeful.

Marianne is a little surprised to see her name written.

Tanya called out from behind to Marianne like that.

"It's been a long time, Marianne. Can I have a word?... Don't be alarmed. Because I can't get my hands on it anymore."

Looking back, Marianne felt unconscious and laughing at herself, Tanya invited her upstairs to an unused conference room.

When the two entered the conference room, they were not even prepared to brief the newcomers early in the morning.

Marianne says, looking at Tanya.

"I can't help it anymore because..."

Before I could finish, Tanya put her arms together and sat down at the table.

"Lyell, it's you. I brought the sweeper surface I recovered from yesterday's notice from the guild. I saved Marianne because she was attacked, because what did you say? If we get our hands on it next time, we'll pay it back the same way."

It wasn't just incitement that Lyell took the face out in front of the guild executives. Sending a sweeper was pointless.

And the conclusion the guild came to was the secondment of officials to place the branch in the south of Baim. It was Marianne who was named for the staff assignment.

I was close to the Lyells, and I didn't like the Alliance holding them inside. But I can't dispose of it, so I'm sending it in.

Try Marianne, it was to help the Airhardts. I've fostered many sets of parties, but I still don't know if they were cute. The Airhardts were Marianne's favorites.

"I won't refuse to go south. So, what can I do for you?

Tanya nodded and cut out an errand.

"We can't afford another branch sending adventurers to the South. The northern branch of shipping relations is too discretionary, because the western branch has decided to move from Beim to the south with one leading party wiped out and the other. Looks like the Queen of Carthaphs told me to take on the South. You'll really do it."

South Branch. We can't send adventurers because they specialize in mercenaries. And many mercenaries have already left Baym.

All that remains is the less damaged East Branch.

"Aerhardt, you're going south. They're too close to you, Lyell. … I think you'll be putting together your guild over there."

The size of the labyrinth is not great. Tanya told Marianne that even if she was going to manage, the scale would be small.

"About two more officials from the guild. Hire the rest locally. It's a de facto expulsion. Beim is not interested in the South. Discuss the management of demonic stones and materials as merchants seem to migrate too"

Marianne heard it and wondered a little bit. It felt like Baym was splitting up.

(Merchants, mainly the Trace family. Plus an Alliance official...... Adventurer. It's like I cut a neatly needed part out of Baim...... no way!

Marianne felt the little Baym was about to be born in the South.

"Tanya, maybe"

Marianne tried to confirm her anxiety to Tanya. Tanya said without changing her face.

"They did it. I checked it out and the artisans have a lot of migrants via the merchants. You've completed a really small baim. Mr. Lyell... I don't want to think I expected you so far."

Neither does Marianne think Lyell is just going and acting.

He sucked up funds from Baym and felt like he had taken away the know-how of good sense merchants, craftsmen - and adventurers and guilds in Baym.

They were afraid of Lyell for the feeling of being danced over their palms -.

- Rauno had come to the stronghold of a labyrinth crusade in the south of Baim.

When crusading the labyrinth, it was only natural in Beim to create a base but at a level where a small city could be.

But in an organized compartment, handy as if I had planned to build a city there from the beginning.

With a small inice next door, Rauno was walking the city according to the pace of the inice.

"You're a lonely place. When it comes to the base of the labyrinth crusade, it's normal for me to have more garbage and a singer and a whore to offer a discount. It's not funny without the clutter."

If you walk through the city, you smell food from the stalls, and from the taverns, the adventurers who have pulled up from the labyrinth drink and make noise regardless of morning or noon.

It's a common sight for prostitutes to make deals and adventurers to stretch under their noses. That's not here at all.

Says Innis, who is holding Rauno's hand.

"How was your hometown?

Rauno put his head on with his right hand.

"... there was no previous boss. Looks like he was retired. It's not the Queen's rule, it's the time of his predecessors. Fewer people remembered me."

Launo, who was in a dirty job, was like being kicked out of Carthafus. And I was hating my job.

I had the skills to get in anywhere. So, as a knight, I was pushed to do a job that I didn't deserve, and I was looked down upon from around me.

Still, I was doing my job to pledge allegiance to the country. But the word my predecessor, the king, said to Rauno...

"Carthaphs Knight's Face Dirty"

- It was.

"Her Majesty the Queen seems to be different from her solid predecessors... but still, I wonder"

Innis held Launo's hand strongly.

"Mr. Launo, you want to go back to being a knight, don't you?

Launo laughs bitterly.

"Do I look that way? No, I guess so if you say so. Perhaps so. Maybe I want to be recognized as a knight. There were times when I had a blue-smelling ideal, I didn't know."

Rauno realized Innis had told him that he still had a blue ideal in him.

"So Innis - have you gathered any information?

Innis nodded to Launo's serious voice.

"So what's the result?

Innis whispered so that only Rauno could hear him.

"Mr. Lyell is going to use Baym. Ultimately, Mr. Lyell has been deported and treated like a loser in the world. But we are eating Carthafus into the Union of Four Nations...... into everything. I think it's a convenient way out of Baym."

"Running away from what? Is that Celes from Bansaim?

Innis shook his head sideways.

"Various. If he stayed in Baym as a hero, Mr. Lyell could not move. You should be light-hearted from now on. Ms Lyell seemed reluctant to get full support from Baim. And what broke Baim in two -"

So there was a voice for Launo and Innis.

Nowem was shopping.

"Mr. Innis, and Mr. Launo, too. You were coming here."

Speaking from behind, Launo answered with a floating attitude.

"Oh, yeah. I'm good at it. I can make more money here. You're gonna use me again, aren't you? I'd like to set up an office, maybe some vacant property or something?

I came to the South because I went after Lyell. That's not because you're a customer. It was because Innis expected Baym to perish.

Nowem laughed out couscous as he took his left hand to his mouth.

"That helps. I'll let you have it ready right away. I'll let people out if there's any hope, so say it then. Bye."

As Nowem tried to get away from the two, Innis held Launo's hand strongly. When Launo saw Innis, he was only a little frightened.

"What's up?

"... maybe, but Mr. Nowem was watching over us"

Innis looked wary of Nowem.

"Is that it? The atmosphere is..."

Innis says.

"That guy would do anything for Mr. Lyell. That's who I am. And I'm scared. Looking at him, it's like I miss him... sorry, forget it"

When Launo put his head on, he took Innis to the inn...

- Roland entered the developing harbour on a Trace family ship.

To meet Leold, the next Duke King of Galleria, who is in command there.

When passed to Leold's room in the most splendid building prepared for the port, Roland retrieves the unilaterally notified documents.

Leold wasn't outside, so he was doing paperwork with a rough outfit called trousers on his shirt.

When Roland comes to his room, he makes him prepare tea to go into the break.

When the servant brought the tea, he was to cut up the job and deal with Roland. But that attitude is rude.

Roland began to speak politely, even though he thought he was underestimated.

"I asked about the letter that arrived at Baim. Since the King's deputy said that you had the right to make a decision and couldn't talk to him, it took the form of boarding directly. Tell me, why did you unilaterally decide to break a deal with the Trace family? You didn't forget how much support this one's been giving, did you?

Leold sipped a little tea with his mouth on the cup as he watched Roland. And when you release your mouth from the cup, hold the cup with both hands.

"... I keep the contract. Was it the Baym South that we signed? A tracer of merchants, represented by Lord Fidel there, not a takeover tracer. Which means we don't recognize you."

Leold, who looked a little tired, had ink stains on his shirt sleeve to see if his paperwork continued. My hands were a little dirty, too.

There is also a neighborhood under my eyes.

"We have decided to officially inherit the Trace family in Baym. You can't tell me you broke your contract."

Leold says back pale.

"You didn't admit Baym admitted it or not... I don't care about that. The coalition of four countries is officially planning to protest Baym. Brother-in-law - No, I can't trust Baym, who almost banished Lord Lyell for good reason. Most importantly, you can't trust me for banishing a relative and taking over the house."

When Roland got up off the couch, he said with a surprised look.

"You think you can turn Baym against your enemies? I do hear that it has become a coalition of four countries and has a lot of cooperative relationships, but still every year from Baim -"

"- Yeah, I bought the item like every year. Well, it was mainly about weapons, but there are other things like demon stones. However, this one is already in a different situation. The number of wars has also fallen dramatically. What you need is something that enriches your life, not your weapons. We need a certain amount of weapons, but we can also produce them here. You know what? The fact that you threw out a number of merchants has led to the loss of a place for craftsmen to join the coalition of four countries. Lord Ryer has asked me to welcome you generously, and we have also responded to the request of our benefactor, Lord Ryer."

Roland leans down.

I want to regret that I discredited the Trace family because of me. But I couldn't turn back when Roland found out about Gina's plan.

And I couldn't imagine Baym growing up in Roland being able to live by being caught up in Baym's merchants' conference.

"... that we cannot be given the right to use the port?

says Leold.

"I didn't even mean to give it to you. The Union of Four supports the Baym South. Future deals will be focused on you."

Roland, in response to that word.

"You seem to be insulted by the power of Baim. How many years do they think there will be before a small port town in the south functions? You think you can do it without making a deal in the meantime?

says Leold.

"It is you who are insulting me. Indeed, Beim would be one of the largest cities on the continent. I don't think there's anything you can't get in that city. But that's how you look around, and you should know that there's a lot of discontent."

Roland looks at Leold's gaze and is only a little frightened. Most of the time I worked in Baym, I had few opportunities to go out and work in other countries, etc.

And breathe into the first gaze you can point out.

Leold immediately returned his expression and told Roland.

"Welcome home. We don't need to follow Baym's decision, and we don't intend to."

When Roland got out of the room, he was worried about what to explain at the next merchants' meeting. Roland is recognized as the owner of the Trace family, provided he gives Baym the rights to the harbor.

If that goes away, it's not something I know what they're going to say.

Roland decided to come back and take care of Gina.

- Blower was sighing in a territory that had become a front-line base to Baim.

Sent by Bansaim is a creepy box, no matter what you think. It was certain that part of the merchant's body was in it, even a letter to deliver it to Baim and declare war.

Upon confirmation of the writ in the office, it said to prepare for the invasion of Baym.

The Deputy Knight looks at the blower and says:

"General, I know you don't feel comfortable, but you must obey the royal palace's orders."

Before the serious knight, Blower sat deeply in the chair holding the paperwork with one hand.

"I can't. I can't. Baym invasion...... I'm not willing to lose, but how much force and supplies do you think I need? It's even a nasty fortress, and you're gonna end up attacking Baym in the big city, right? We need 100,000 to 200,000 large armies. Are we ready for that alone? Impossible. I'm gonna have to cry now."

Blower couldn't decide if Baym's merchants were good or bad for not being able to return alive.

(Well, it could have been a better result for this merchant than it would have been to take my heart away and go back. Rather than just lurk in Baym and betray your allies and family.)

A merchant who confidently went to see Ceres came back in an unusual way. The fuzzy body is now just going into a box that you can hold with one hand.

The knight seemed worried.

"If you ignore the order, you may be disposed of."

Blower sighed.

"I know. But you're actually short on manpower because you're dividing people into governing the neighborhood as a matter of fact. We have to explain what's going on and ask for help."

While the knight looks at the blower.

"Wouldn't a general be able to drop it? Baym said he didn't need to be too afraid."

Hearing the knight's words, Blower corrected.

"You, remember me in a little more detail. It's like saying," Baymax is no big deal. "

"Is it not?

"No, I'm not. If we're going to war, that's a premise. Besides, Baym isn't attacking me from the other side because he doesn't think of expanding his territory. Well, are you going to do enough to incite me to wage war? And then I'm good at sneaking around in commercial relationships, color tricks and pranks. You're the stronger enemy in the normal course of life. But if you fight, you can win for sure."

That's what Blower said. Show the knights the material.

That's the mercenary regiment that Blower hired to make up for his lack of manpower. The knight looked incomprehensible when he saw the sole.

"What's this?

"... a mercenary regiment of adventurers who were formerly enrolled in the Bame Guild South Branch. When he was defending Baym, he was in charge of defending an important part of it. It's big, and it's not bad quality. But they're mercenaries."

If you hire me, I can go either way. And you could have said you knew all about Baim. We also know how much wealth is in Baym and it's an easy place for them to fight.

"Capital of merchants and adventurers... doomed"

When Blore says so, he prepares a letter addressed to the central palace, the Royal Palace. It was a letter explaining the current situation and the content of the request for support -.

In the treasure ball.

I can tell you if you come out of my memory room, but I've been talking to my masters for a long time.

"I think stockings are good, other than garters."

The third generation I heard about it compared me with a serious look.

"So much so... was Lyell a foot fetish? I prefer my butt."

I'm in such a third generation.

"Don't talk about your sexuality. Aren't you ashamed?

The third generation laughs.

"Even though he's already dead? Or something like this is important. Because it's important to know who you are. Nice, foot fetish. '

"Don't make up your mind about foot fetish!

When I screamed, the seventh generation followed me.

'Yes! From Lyell's perspective so far, I've come to the conclusion that I already like big tits. It's definitely because I look at big tits over and over again. If you say foot fetish to Lyell like that, even Lyell will be angry, third generation.'

Now I'm embarrassed to realize you were observing my point of view with a treasure ball, and I sit on the spot.

Don't worry about me.

"I don't seem to have that Vera, just a little bit. I like breasts, too. I want to slice my thighs in my face that I can see from between my skirt and my socks!

"You're a real jerk."

With that said, the fifth generation is looking at me.

'Lyell, you just look like you're complaining to the mirror right now. Accept it. It's important too.'

I don't want to admit that such a porn kid is me. When I thought so and shook my neck to the side, Mr. Mireia gently laid his hand on my shoulder.

Stick your thumb up.

'It's okay, Lyell. Because I let Miranda buy something other than garters. She's got a good body just like me, that girl.'

Before I denied it, the seventh generation opened its mouth.

'Hahaha, the breasts aren't similar in size though. My aunt's a subtle size. - Ouch!

Quickly removing the gun, which could only be fired one shot, from the flimsy sleeve, Mr. Mireia shot through the seventh generation.

It's in the treasure ball, so it hurts, it's done to the extent. It would be a very outrageous sight if it were real.

Mr. Broad, did I tell you to say that to a woman? 'Cause it's not the same as it used to be.

I'm interested in the 7th generation back in the day, but I talk about Baym to get off topic.

"More than that, now we've got Baym in two as planned. I can spare even if one is crushed...... am I really going on a journey like this?

Before Banseim could make a move like this, I went into Banseim via the Union of Four Nations, and Carthafus, from where I decided to go for Fanbaille.

The third generation sits at the round table shrugging their shoulders.

'You don't have a choice. I really need the help of Fanbailles and neighbouring countries. Coalition of Four Nations, and take the Carthafus writ, and it'll be more convincing, too, so that's okay. I wonder if the problem is that Fanbaille doesn't like the big Walt family.'

The seventh generation was back, coughing up and ignoring the third generation's gaze. The Kingdom of Fanbailles - a country that fought many times against Bansaim and twice lost its territory to great defeat by the Walt family.

Now I only have two-thirds of the whole season, some territory. It was the Walt family that cut a third.

Moreover, the seventh generation was heavily involved. The army of Fanbailles that attacked us drove us back into flames when we were happy with the victory. At last, they are also taking territory.

When it comes to the Walt family in the kingdom of Fambaille, it is nothing but an enemy.

In that, the fifth generation rose from the chair.

I was watching the silver weapons floating on the round table.

The first great sword.

Second generation bow.

Fourth generation dagger.

Sixth generation Halvard.

There are four brilliant silver weapons floating around and the fifth generation takes a light, deep breath before saying:

'... Lyell, I'll teach you my last skill before I travel. Map, dimension. And at the end of the day, [REAL MAP]. I can see the surrounding terrain in three dimensions, but I can even read the fine motion. Skills that allow you to move your perspective to where you want to see it. It's convenient to travel. "

When the fifth generation said that with a ready look, I was a little saddened to think that the fifth generation would finally entrust my skills to me.

He is also an animal lover, and one who has many children and is cold against them, leaving the Walt family with great problems.

Far from the image I had heard, he was someone who looked unmotivated somewhere. He is also the smaller of the Walt family, but the sixth generation, the big man, couldn't win until the end.

"... ok. Move to the fifth generation of memory room."

That's how I got up. The third generation was leaning down, and the seventh generation was looking at me and the fifth generation with a straight face. Yet...

'... what are you talking about on your own? I'll tell you what, being a guide, I'm more decisive in the treasure balls than my father, right? I won't allow you to disappear on your own.'

When I looked back at Mireia, I had both hands behind my head.

'Right? I think you should tell Lyell.'

While the fifth generation pointed to Mr. Mireia and the others.

"You guys! What are you talking about! I don't know what I can tell Lyell anymore."

Mr. Mireia then corrected his posture with a serious expression and turned to the fifth generation.

'I do. Isn't there, Father? Lyell should know what his father has endured. The fact that Lyell, who aspires to be emperor, must know… and to know that Lyell is the fifth generation, Father, I do not acknowledge the inheritance of my skills'

The fifth generation of skills inheritance was prevented by Mr. Mileia -.