That Ordinary Mister is a War God

After breaking up with the adventurer in the guild, Bal heads to a tavern.

It's a restaurant for the masses, offering liquor there and food there at cheap prices.

"Oh, welcome"

A young and beautiful billboard daughter is greeting me with a smile.

He comes and runs into her sometimes, but she doesn't look like she remembers his face better.

For her with so many guys dropping by, Bal, who I just think is an old man who doesn't even have, is like a everyday background.

Unless something special happens, you won't even be aware of the individual.

As for Bal, I thought that would be good.

He sits in an empty two-seater and asks for cold tea and a knob.

A windy middle-aged man came and asked him, not even after a while.

"May I have your seat?

"Yeah, go ahead."

It's as if the two of us met by chance, but Bal was waiting for him, and he came to see Bal, too.

When the knob ordered by the middle-aged man arrived, they silently dined.

"What do you think, these days?

"You have a young guy with a lot of momentum. It's a little dangerous, but thanks to the restraining role, I was wondering if it was unbalanced."

What Bal is answering is the assessment of a youth party that hired him as a luggage carrier.

"Hmm? Is it promising in the future?

"I hope Brain Labor adds another one, one that can heal and scold."

Middle-aged men think of something.

He is, in fact, the proximity of the length that binds the Adventurer Guild and the man who is specially informed about Bal.

The head of the current guild is very famous and his face is known, so a presence like him is sent to a place like this where his mouth is strong and his face is not known.

"You appreciate it, don't you?"

"Yeah, if you stretch it right, you'll see three lines"

"That's..."

The middle-aged man rounded his blue eyes to Bal's remarks.

The three lines are representations that imply third-level adventurers, and third-level adventurers are quite powerful people.

"If you say that much, their ratings must be revised"

Turns out the Alliance side didn't make that much of an assessment.

(You certainly weren't praised for your attitude)

and Bal looks back bitterly.

He doesn't care at all, but it would be a big abatement material for those who care.

A middle-aged man thinks it's too much, "That's Bartolomeus' assessment that I don't care about".

"So, about the fire the other day, do you know what it is?

And the man snapped at Bal.

The demons have appeared everywhere.

Bal has an idea.

Even the Adventurer Guild is out of hand, but I understood what they thought he might have if he had information they didn't know.

"I'm still investigating it. So much so that I've heard the opinion that maybe it happened roughly and extended the burn."

The look on the face of a middle-aged man hardens after hearing his words.

Because I realized that it suggested two possibilities: "another country's conspiracy, or another country being targeted and the empire followed".

Whether another country is after the Empire or any other country, it can't be an unusual rush.

"I'll try to let you know if I know anything. Take care of yourself."

"Yes, thank you"

The middle-aged man rises thankfully.

No one has heard what the two conversations are about.

Their voices are extinguished because loud interactions are taking place here and there.

Unless you're trying to eavesdrop, but it's impossible to do it without Bal noticing.

Bal, who told him about the young adventurer's assessment and the massive outbreak of demons, returned to his home.

No one would even imagine him doing such a thing, it is a common routine.