Clan upper floor. Office where access to members of the public is prohibited.
Listening to me, Eva kept her mouth shut for a while, but eventually she said with her glasses glittering.
"It's a dark pot."
"Rude."
Even if it's true, there are good things to say and bad things to do.
"... Isn't it premature to let Tino, who's almost solo, lead the party?
"Think of this for her, too."
When I said that with a serious look on my face, Eva sighed and silenced.
But her words are targeted.
I am a clan master and party leader. But honestly, I'm doing the right thing.
In the beginning, I had a serious, sleepless night, but I got in trouble.
Ever since I was just the leader of a party, I've been the judge of the whole party.
That opportunity has increased since we launched the clan. Since the first name was sold, outside parties and clans have often asked for judgment. Sometimes they also ask for their opinions from the exploratory association.
Not very much, but I can't take it seriously. I can't even take responsibility, and I didn't set up a clan to do that in the first place.
The only decision that still bothers me greatly is the one that occurs in The Mourning Ghost.
It's okay. Tino is strong. Especially its speed is tattooed by the master.
We should be able to figure it out if we just run away even if something terrible happens. If I can't handle that, I can't handle that anymore. I can only say that Tino is bad.
Death is self-inflicted on hunters. Accidents are natural, and hunters are therefore always required to be fully prepared.
If the selection of members was bad and terrible, it was Tino's fault for not complaining to me more.
No one can take responsibility for the mistake. Sometimes it is necessary to thrust your opinions around you, as I gave up my treasure palace offense earlier.
I want Tino to get aggressive, not to say, after a bitter experience.
My proper dark pot tactic is a whip of love, so to speak, thinking about Tino's future.
That concludes this story.
Flush back into a fuzzy chair and stretch out a lot.
"Uh, I want to throw out all the trouble and even go to the hot springs..."
"… would you rather travel with a clan member?"
"... nice. Why don't we gather all the staff and take a trip?"
Eva originally had a vice mass done by scouting all the time working at a big chamber of commerce.
The flexible idea that comes out once in a while is probably former merchant deceased.
Outside the Imperial City, wild demons and sometimes distant phantoms (Phantoms) gush out of the treasure hall.
It's dangerous, but there are monsters here in dozens. They're all going to follow wheels if you put it right to boost the tie.
The question is, I can't believe all of our clan members are leaving the Empire City. If so, is it about what the scouts or imperial aristocrats are going to complain about?
Later, both brain muscles are likely to cause problems at the destination. I figured it might be a limit I could manage enough to travel at a party.
No, you can't. Our party members were going to have a whole lot more problems.
It's packed. I think I'm gonna throw up.
Peruse the material Eva and the others collected.
It's about Master Greg and the others.
Materials about hunters and treasure halls are stored in the footprints. Regardless of the newbie, the information on some proven hunters was compiled.
Ruda is... excellent. For a solo, it can be described as the momentum of the bamboo. I also have talent for surviving without significant damage, but I guess I was lucky.
Master Greg is... a veteran. The number of people who can hunt steadily for years is not that high.
Gilberto boy...... sometimes he is a problem child but he just slaps his big mouth. He came out of the country and worked at a party, but he was alone in discord, and he left the party.
Well, it's a common story among hunters. That would have happened if we had made one mistake. I wanted to be.
Overall - mediocre. Everyone who aspires to the Empire City, the sanctuary of the Hunter, is quite small and confident in his own power.
I know the real monster. [M]
True monsters who cut the treasure hall of high difficulty with wisdom and power without saving themselves.
But enough. A treasure house where even one Tino can handle it, if the number of people is four, the offense is easy.
I don't trust my eyes at all, but I do trust the power of my clan members.
"But, Tino and the others, are you all right... though the Level 3 Treasure Palace is enough to get a request from the expedition..."
"It's okay, it's okay. He said if it really sucks, he'll look for our members and ask for help. Tino's not a kid either."
Though I'm not a hunter, I guess Tino is like a child to her watching together since the founding of the clan.
Let the worrying deputy master flaunt his shoulders. That's when the door opened without even knocking.
"Yes! Please help me! I knew I couldn't do it!!
"... Isn't it too soon to give up, Mr. Tino?"
Tino's eyes rushed in to see me and Eva standing next to me. He held me like he was going to tackle me. [M] I'm rubbing my head against my stomach.
It's an absolute act. Voice tension does not match the content. He's a really sloppy kid.
I haven't even been to the treasure house in the time since I gave the instructions.
Besides, I'm off-limits here.
I was watching Tino like Eva was exhausted. So I told you not to worry.
Looks like he's really been badly influenced by his master.
§
"What's the problem?
"It's all, I did. I have a heavy load..."
There was a group of members in the lounge whom I had named.
Luda Lumbeck. Dear Greg, Gilberto boy.
The reasons chosen are appropriate. Ruda chose because she said she wanted to go to the White Wolf's Nest, but the latter two were completely nori.
Ruda, Master Greg and Gilberto boy are both middle-sized if their personalities are capable anyway.
I don't think about the role or anything, but if I gather the number of people, it will be easy to attack.
The purpose is rescue, so in some cases, you don't even have to go to the back.
Later we will be able to survive if we manage even the discord within the party. I'm sorry about that party.
Luda is busily looking through the Kyoro Kyoro Lounge. Master Greg and the Gilberto boy also seemed a little nervous about the boulder.
The headquarters of the clan to which you do not belong. The same is true of the enemy for them.
As Tino approached me, I loosened my expression as Ruda found me relieved.
With that said, I ended up breaking up with her without even saying hello because the raging started along the way. I just feel a little sorry for you.
"Oh, Klee -"
"... that was too late. I've been waiting for you for so long!
Gilberto boy says so that he can wear it to the voice that Ruda is about to raise. I glanced at the boy like Ruda was upset.
As great as ever, but because the place is the place, the voice and content are a little more modest than they were during this time.
But you followed him a lot, even though Tino hit you and sank you.
Master Greg looks at me and makes me crooked my lips and laugh. But my face is just a little drawn.
I got into trouble, so I put all their dangers together and set them at E. Tino is on his side, so he gets strong.
"but haha... I can't believe you're at footprint headquarters... ho, really, you were a member of the Mourning Spirit..."
"I was really surprised yesterday. You said you were here to recruit me a lot of times, so I'm perfectly sure..."
Lined up in a row were completely thoughtless actions.
'Cause even though I could queue it, I couldn't get in with it. It's my fault I slept with you.
You're relieved by Ruda and the rest of the conversation, Gilberto boy looks at me with a gruesome gaze.
"... it seems weak like you are a member of The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)... I heard it was the strongest party in the Empire, but it's not as rumoured."
"... of course, it's not the strongest or anything in the Empire. Who is it? They're spreading rumors like that..."
I don't even have to think about it. Maybe it's my childhood friends. We're all confident.
Sure, it's the strongest class in the young, but the Arcs are there, and the historic imperial capital has lots of mighty parties of ancient ginseng. It's not the strongest at all, even if it's sweet.
Tino hugs my arm in his face. [M] Though modest, a firm and soft feel hits both arms. Probably on purpose. There are negative effects of the master.
It was too bad an impact.
"These people, they're rude. I can't go to the treasure hall with someone who doesn't have enough respect. Yes, I did."
"Yeah, you are. I don't know what you're talking about."
I'll snort at you with a smile. But it doesn't matter.
Whether I was a master or a member, I'm not more or less than I am.
But the word seemed a shock to Master Greg. That look that my liver was sitting on somehow totally catches on, and my thick lips give a trembling voice.
It's blue. It's blue.
"Hold on... did you? What... Mass... Tar? Of footprints?"
"Well... as you cross, Master Greg"
It is truly transgressive. I must say to Master Greg that it is very distressing.
"... Mama, or... Um..." Thousands of Changes "...? Is that it?
"When you know how awesome you are, you should kneel down."
Tino stuck around and glanced at Master Greg with cold eyes.
Yeah. Let's not intimidate you, shall we? I think I'm gonna throw up.
§
It is inappropriate for anyone to determine the method by making it a calculated conspiracy.
A treasure hunter with a name is given two names.
That's how the expedition creates a kind of idol among the hunters.
"The Ghost of Mourning" was a party with each specializing member. I had no role. [M]
All I did was throw away my pride, bow my head in every way, and forgive them so as not to cause harm around me as much as possible.
"Thousands of Changes" is the two names given to me with enthusiasm, who was the leader of such a powerful young party, The Mourning Ghost.
Something's mixed up among the monsters, but this guy, what's he always doing?
Maybe that's what was in the heart of the great fellow explorer who thought of those two names.
But my accomplishments as a party are impeccable, and I actually only know members of The Mourning Ghost, who both adventured for what I did (running away as I was about to throw up guerrillas).
As a result, I have two names because I don't know what they are, but they are famous.
I'm not sure what "Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)" is, but it's a great party led by a hunter called "Thousands of Changes".
The two names, including maybe sarcasm, are walking alone at some point, proportionate to the fact that The Ghost of Mourning becomes more powerful, and the name "Thousands of Changes" is gaining a flair like the strongest, though no one has ever seen anyone fight. And I was like a sandy cabinet, and I was relatively satisfied.
You're hardboiled.
I want to deny it, but when I get licked, they attack me when I'm walking outside, so that's not how it works.
I think I'm gonna throw up.
But it's also true that names that are winning too much can help.
Master Greg's complexion remains blue. That's right, I'm not eating old for nothing. He shouts a trembling voice as he looks at my face with a glaring eye.
"Stupid...... I heard you were young - too young"
"Well, I don't care about that. I was just wondering if you could help me with the job I gave Tino."
It's a sudden request, but since we've come this far, it won't mean there's no prospect.
If I told you this, you'd be as aligned as a foothold.
Ruda had originally targeted the 'White Wolf's Nest' offense, and Master Greg is kind of familiar with hunters. It doesn't go against the strong ones. The small temperament seems to fit me very well. I want to drink with you.
And one of the last problems was peeling his teeth out at me.
"You're the... you know, the mightiest 'Thousands of Changes' in the Empire!? You gotta be kidding me! You're not working out at all!
"No, I can't believe the strongest rumor..."
Hey, man?
Who is it? It's a strange rumor. It's this way to get damaged every time.
That's what I was about to say. Push me away and Tino comes forward.
"I can't believe I don't know how strong I am, pathetic. 90% of my life is lost."
"Yeah. I don't know what you're talking about, but let's shut up, shall we?
"I will. I knew I couldn't work with this guy. I hate the only one with a mouth."
A guy with only a mouth fits perfectly with me too...
It is also natural to say that the Gilberto boy is not trained. Because you're not really working out.
Maybe if me and Gilberto boy fought on the same terms, I'd end up losing so much.
Hold on to the Gilberto boy that Master Greg is likely to jump at now.
"Then, fool - they say look and fight and sell! The other guy is - the youngest and 'Level 8' certified hunter without a hero!?
"Get off me, old man! Damn it, I won't admit it!
Gilberto boy in shape who is likely to bite if you give him your hand.
It's a great gut, if I found a Level 8 hunter in his position, I'd be grounded on the spot.
The strength of the fighting spirit and the shortness of the mind are concomitant with first-class hunters.
I turned to Ruda. [M]
"I was wondering if Ruda could help me?
"That's... as much as I'd like to ask you from here... is level eight true?
To my surprise gaze, I rattle. Level certification is not an absolute indicator of merit.
Level accreditation for exploratory hunters takes place from a multilateral perspective.
"I only went up the numbers. When you become a party leader or a clan master, some of the members' achievements are added to the assessment. The footprint is a big clan, so you'll soon accumulate the huge amount of achievement points you need to certify your level"
"Yes, of course I'm dedicating my point!
I give Ruda an unpleasant look like she was convinced.
This is nothing but sloppiness. The exploratory association is promoting the development of backward moves, and in reality all high level hunters are responsible for party leaders, clan masters, or masters, etc.
Otherwise, there's no way he's a level higher than the arc attacking the treasure hall on the front line.
Hearing my words, the Gilberto boy jams even louder. [M]
"Look at that! This guy's just sloppy! I can't believe a guy like you is a top hunter!
I admit I have guts, but it's getting rough.
Sigh and tell Gilberto boy whose face is bright red.
"No, it's nothing. Level 8 isn't top of the list... in the first place, you don't have to believe me. Nothing"
I'm used to being licked. I'm aware that I don't look strong, and I'm not strong at all compared to the monsters that actually belong in the footprint.
It wasn't my will that I was sitting in this seat, and I couldn't help it because no one wanted to.
You don't have to be alone.
"No Gilberto boy. Will Master Greg help us?
"... Huh?
"Ooh...? Well, that's... of course, I don't mind, but..."
Call it in. What is it, nothing I'm not going to force on the Gilberto boy I hate? I'm not even going to ask you to keep your head down.
Whatever the problem with pride, this is a clan lounge.
No one will feel good to be shown their clanmasters bowing their heads. Why should I lose the trust of my clan members in order to put one garbage in?
Whatever Gilberto boy is an arc rehearsal, he's a level four avant-garde.
Level 4 or higher avant-garde is a good substitute for as many of our members as possible.
"Oh, hey, are you sure!? I'm not gonna help you!?
"Oh, I'm so sorry. But I can't help it. Tino, someone from our team will follow you appropriately."
It's only noon, but if you go to the tavern next to the exploratory council, there will be a few of them.
Tino pleaded with me upfront just to get my will. [M]
"Yes, please come with me..."
"Yes... no."
What will you do if I go? [M] The Level 3 Treasure Palace is easy to say, but there's a real danger to your life.
I gave him a clear answer, but Tino stares at me with a grumpy eye.
There were many times when it was originally sweet. I had spoiled and accepted it as a good brother position, but this time it seems a little too much.
As he was grabbing his head and pulling it apart, the ignored Gilberto boy shouted.
"Battle!
What the hell is this? Tino, who was grabbed by the head, also punches his eyes and looks at Gilberto.
The boy screamed even more like he couldn't stand his gaze. That extended fingertip points to my jaw. [M]
"Competition,. Change everything! If I lose... I'll be one of you."
"Huh...?
What are you talking about, you octopus? I accidentally swallowed the words that went out.
That's right. I round my eyes too much licked.
It's not Tino's word, but he doesn't know much about himself.
Sure, I don't know what would happen if I fought from the front, but this still makes me - a hunter with Level 8 certification.
This time it doesn't apply because I'm a fucking miscellaneous fish, but I'm inherently isolated from the power of Level 8 and Level 4 hunters. Even from a Level 7 arc, Gilberto is a dust mustard.
And finally, why do I have to take a battle that I don't even know if I can even bother to win so that I can be in a trash party?
If you want to fight me, why don't you bring down all the members of the Beginning Footprints before you come?
Master Greg doesn't even seem to be able to instigate much recklessness.
Gilberto boy goes on further. Grasp with your right hand the pattern of the Great Sword that was placed next to you. What I did when I entered the hall. Like even declaring war.
"I'm not going to obey the weaker than I am!!
"... then your opponent is Tino, not me, right?
"... Huh?
Because it's Tino who's going to be the leader of the party.
"You're really good at recirculating. But that would be nice. Be disrespectful to you, Tino Shade, on your sister's behalf."
Tino let go of her body and stared at Gilberto with a wary, frightening look.