The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Now let's try to head to Straheim's Adventurer Guild.

I was only going to register when I was thirteen. Besides, you can't enter a labyrinth in Straheim or in the Imperial Lemuria unless you're an adventurer. Registration is mandatory.

Straheim's Adventurer Guild branch is a huge four-story building just in the heart of the city.

It is this Adventurer's Guild that dominates Straheim. Like other merchants, the Sagami Chamber of Commerce makes significant annual donations. The Adventurer Alliance is in a massive ongoing business relationship, and most importantly, it's easier to do things in this city.

On the side of the majestic wooden door is a sword in the shield and a flag (flag) with two arrows stretched out from both sides. This is the crest of the Adventurer Alliance, the largest armed organization in the world.

Press the door to get inside.

The left side is like a cafe with a large number of circular tables. And well, it's not coffee, etc., that I'm drinking, it's one of the leading products of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce - like beer.

The right side is laid down with dealerships for muscle tools, tools and other adventure essentials. The Sagami Chamber of Commerce hasn't entered weapons yet, but it's about becoming an adventurer, too, and it could be a good opportunity. I'll make one. It might be interesting.

Large reception so that a dozen people can deal with it at a time on the front. Take a leg to the brunette woman who is hitting the adventurer's response in one of them.

"Yeah? What's wrong with you?

The brunette at the reception asks me gently when she turns her back.

"Of course I'm here for my guild."

A brunette woman in my old man's voice smiled with an eye opening but not immediately,

"Excuse me. What can I do for you?

We started to be polite.

Speaking of which, I'm wearing a mask right now, and this voice makes sense to consider me a tall adult.

Nevertheless, there is nothing wrong with being considered an adult at all, rather convenient. Let me push through like this.

"Would you like to register an adventurer?

"Registration, right? So can you fill this out?

"Hmm, got it."

Fill in the particulars on parchment paper with a feather pen.

Filling in the false looks like a hassle later.

Let's keep the name gray. It's not a lie.

The profession is a merchant, the gender is a man, and the combat job is a magician. I don't worry much so far.

The problem is age, you can write 13, but then this voice and mask will be meaningless...... I shall try to submit it in the blank space at once.

Pass to a brunette woman,

"Doesn't seem to state your age?

"Do you need to write?

"Ha, it's mandatory, so you can't register without filling it out"

If you're not 13 years old or older, you won't be able to register your guild. Is that true?

I have no choice. I have a reason to dive into the labyrinth. Besides, it's a great place to train your students. Registration for guild is mandatory. And just because you've been identified as me, I feel a little bit worse now.

"Okay. Then fill me in as 13."

"13 years old......"

Seriously, dark-haired receptionist staring at me with plenty of suspicion.

"I'd like to ask for the procedure"

The receptionist nods loudly when asked strongly.

"Then, as a registration fee, I'll take 10,000 G"

When I gave him a piece of gold, he disappeared into the back of the counter.

"This will be the guild card"

Five minutes to wait, a dark-haired receptionist gives me a wooden board. Just a wooden board with only the name and number engraved on it. I guess it's also recorded in the annex, but I don't think there's any of this in the boulder.

"Thanks"

"Now let me explain the Adventurer Guild"

The information obtained from the receptionist is mainly as follows:

Adventurers have the right to enter dungeons such as several labyrinths managed by Adventurer Alliances. And you can sell the magic stones, materials, etc. you get from your adventures at the reception.

It is also possible to receive requests from the administration and the private sector in the form of quests. If you are an adventurer when it comes to weapons and tools, some discounts will apply.

Adventurers have a rank from H to S, and when they go up to the G-rank, cards switch from wooden plates to plates of lead. I see, that's what you meant by an adventurer with a plate who occasionally talks about it. Apparently, an increase in rank is made by completing multiple specific quests.

It was mostly a known fact because of a certain involvement with the Caesars, but after all, this system called Quest is great for disciples' training.

"Then I'm in this"

Turn your heels and try to leave the branch hall,

"I want to wrap my feet around it! You screwed up again!

Doss' sharp fury shivers the eardrum. Unexpectedly, as he turns his face toward the voice-cafe, several men and women stepping back into the chair and the musculoskeletal skinhead man sitting in front of them enter his sight.

The skinhead man grabbed the chest barn of a long-haired child when his forehead did it with his right hand and was lifting it high.

"Sorry... do..."

To a child who apologizes with a distressed look,

"It's not a question of apologizing! That demon stone, how much do you think it's gonna cost!

The skinhead man yells.

"But there were demons around, and I can't recover demon stones -"

"Yes, the oral answer is OK!

When a purple-haired young man dressed in brilliant armor who had two women samurai shouted so, a skinhead man flattened the cheeks of a brunette child.

(Let's...)

I guess I even cut it on my cheek. Looking at a brunette child bleeding out of his mouth.

"When, son, what about that filth?

Ask simple questions.

"That's the Gold (Gold) family - all of you in Bresgarm. And it's the A-rank adventurer at the center - Mr. Munk."

The brunette receptionist replies that she doesn't care even as she bites off her lower lip.

"Rank or something. I don't know this way. Why won't the guild take that one down?

"Traditionally, to educate the adventurer within each party, the guild is basic, non-interventional…"

"You know, when that's education, you say?

"I don't think so. But..."

"That's what they claim. Is that what you're saying?

"Yes."

Even from her trembling little lips, at least she doesn't take this sight for a yes. Still, I could see the remorse of not being able to do anything.

"Right."

Then let me take it personally. Which way, ah, their deeds are in conflict with my rules.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Gray!?"

Even as I bathe the receptionist's overwhelmed voice in my back, I walk slowly, to their side.

"Hey, gorilla, let that kid go"

"Ah!?"

The skinhead man looks down at me and freshly intimidates me with his blues.

"Um, after all, I don't seem to understand the humanities. Naturally. Because it's a gorilla. But then, hell yeah. I don't speak gorilla."

"Oh my God, you don't know who you're talking to!?"

Throw the boy on the floor high and back at me, the skinhead man tilts his face, squeals his fingers, and stuffs at me.

"Hmm. Do gorillas manipulate humanities? Worth the surprise!

Send an exclamation.

"Oh, shit!!"

A number of blood vessels emerge on the shaved head.

"Nah, his voice, feels wow"

A badly eyed purple-haired young man - a surrounding brown-haired woman with munks fixes her gaze on me and raises her aversion.

"Hey, Munk, you did it"

Another woman with watery hair also has a sweet voice and mouths a request that she doesn't even wish for me like that.

"Okay, that spooky little voice, educate him a little"

"I'm going to do that even if you don't tell me!!"

The skinhead man pulls his right elbow and punches me right in the face.

What is education? Wooden floors have the power to crush them. It's not strange to snap a neck bone if it hits a child properly. In short, I guess for these guys, people's deaths are just to that extent.

(Tattering, revulsion)

Avoid bending the right fist of the skinhead to the floor, approaching as if in slow motion, and pay for the man's feet.

The skinhead man clashes from face to floor when he dances through the air a few times as if he were a pawn.

I stepped on the back of the skinhead man's head as he slipped his face slightly into the wooden floor.

"Ha, let go!!"

The skinhead man, jittery and rambling, tried to escape from my feet, but his head wouldn't move, even as it was sewn on. On the contrary, he makes a mistletoe noise and enters it.

"Whoa, that's tough. Look, come on, come on."

The head of the skinhead that plunges in as it destroys the floor.

"No, stop it."

Ignoring such a voice for salvation and other guns, I cage the power of my right leg.

"Gu Hi!"

He raises his pitiful voice like a trampled rain frog and his head completely plunges into the floor, cramping his pimples and whole body. He's alive for once, and there's no problem.

In contrast to the two surrounding women who look at me with a bright blue ghostly face, Munk stood guarded after standing up from his chair and pulling out his sword. This man named Munk, he's different from earlier. For once, A-rank. As powerful as they are, they can make decisions.

I don't even care about Munk or anything, but when I just point my face at a brunette child,

"You, what's your name?

I asked frankly.

trembling like an abandoned puppy, but a brunette child,

"Eight."

I reply terribly.

"So, Eight, are you willing to get out of this family of fools?

I reached out. And then there's this kid's decision to make. Because I'm not so drunk as to force myself to save something with a desire for ruin.

"Eight, you, you must know!

Munk throws a threatening word at the brunette child - Eight - even as he sets himself up for me.

"I - I'm out! Such a family, it's already straight!!"

"You..."

Munk squeezes out words caged with plenty of anger at the eight whose throats scream all ripped.

"That's right. So, what do we do? Do you want to play with me with that toy?

I will not tolerate any harm. Even if I pulled out my sword. If you let him go with the will to kill, I'll give him what he deserves.

"Are you stupid enough to know us as Bresgarm?

Sure, was it the Gold family? Earlier, the receptionist explained that there are eight categories of small organizations created by adventurers: family good, lead, iron, copper, bronze, steel, silver, gold, and platinum. Bresgarm is second from the top. I can do whatever I want in front of this public.

"Bullshit. Can't we have one fight without a title? If you're so scared, you should shake in the corner of the room."

"You…"

His eyes were set. Apparently, it's going to be the development I want most.

I also lower my center of gravity...

"Both sides, that's it!!"

A voice of restraint flies and a beautiful young man with long golden hair tied behind him shows up from behind the counter.

This guy, you met a troublesome guy.

"Munk, pull"

To unspoken words about the presence or absence of a beautifully long-haired young man, Munk had bitten his back teeth off for a while, but when he took on the disoriented skinhead,

"I remember. I will pay you back this debt."

He throws up such an abandoned dialogue without fail, and takes two women out of the Guild Hall.

Oh man, this won't settle for one thing...... I'm so angry.

"Long time, Gray."

As he raised his thick blue muscle to Cricket Valley, Caesar's team of S-ranked adventurers - Glory's NO2 - Willie Gunman uttered words of encounter.