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

Next to next. Really. Today is a day with a lot of wasted casts. Well, from the branch staff in Straheim, I guess I'll be included in that myself.

"You're in direct conflict with the most troublesome guys in Straheim!

In my front seat, Willie Gunman holding his head.

Willie and I have been dating since the eight-year-old Goblin was exorcised. Recently, if you didn't think to see your face, you seemed to be the branch manager of Straheim.

"Um, don't worry. I can't afford to lose like that."

"You idiot! Who would do something like worry about the guy who hit and killed Goblin Road!

"So is that."

That's oddly convincing, says Willie now, full of sadness.

"Hey, Gray, please, just be nice to me."

"That depends on them."

I will not condone it if it is hostile. Whoever it is, I'll crush it to pieces so you won't get up again.

"Bresgarm, I don't like it, but he only stands on his arm. If they disappear from this Straheim, the Alliance's abilities in an emergency will be significantly reduced."

"Is that why you tolerated such lawlessness?

"Oh, that farce"

When I looked sideways at Eight, I threw up like that.

"A farce? You guys, no way..."

That's a farce, which means the guild wasn't tolerating the Eight thing...

"That's right. They were blackmailing the Alliance."

Indeed, on second thought, it lacks the significance of deliberately working illegally in the eyes and at the tip of the nose of the guild. Let the Alliance name Eight's protection and wind up the money. Is that the place?

"Isn't that a perfect chimp? Are you sure you have two arms?

"That's the real question. The truth is, an organization called Bresgarm is not a big deal in itself. The problem is their boss - Akwu. It's an S-rank. This is..."

S rank, were there only three adventurers in the world? I see, if the S-rank crumbles, the power of an organization called Adventurers will change dramatically.

Even though, in the earlier undead incident, Caesar decided not to participate because of his absence, which is very poorly received by the imperial government and the commercial guild. Rumor has it that donations from commercial guilds have been halved in the last few months.

Any more, if the power of war is reduced, that's even what concerns the existential significance of an organization called Adventurer Guild. I don't even know how Willie gets so spirited.

"You think I crushed their ments because I put them up before the negotiations?

"That's right. Please, I need you to break your nose column."

Willie vomits the words of a plea with a wretched face that is not only handsome.

The opponent is a family with S-ranked adventurers. Yet the rest of the staff, starting with the brunette receptionist, looked suspicious, without exception, to Willie, who had no doubt about my victory.

"Let's do something good. So, why don't you try and get the kid there under my protection?

About herself comes up on the subject, and Eight stiffens her body in a vicious manner.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable keeping a promising adventurer with a monster like you if I were you, but this is the time. There's a way."

"You're a mess."

"Naturally. You have a record."

"Hmm."

It's hard not to deny.

"So, Eight, how old are you?

"I'm fourteen."

"Well, one of mine."

Then why don't you join my disciple? As far as I'm concerned, it's not a big burden to have more than one person, and Pruitt and the others may be a good stimulus.

"Me, I'm older!? But that voice?

"Oh, this one."

Removing the pendant, which has the function of the transducer that was on his neck, replaces that of a child whose voice has been used to it for a long time.

Now it's time to open your mouth, Eight and the Adventurer Alliance officials.

"Well, thank you very much."

"Yes."

When I offer my right hand, I nod in a voice that seems to disappear.

Both eyes, except slightly from the long forehead, were shaking like cowardly puppies, but never turned away from me.

Then, explain the situation to Willie and ask her to register an adventurer for the number of students.

"I didn't know you were a professor at the Knights of Magic College. It's a crock, Caesar's guy..."

"Hmm, Caesar, are you coming back to this empire?

He was traveling to the East recently to crusade against disaster-class demons and had no news.

"Right. You still don't know..."

"Will?"

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I'll see you soon."

Since then, Willie keeps her mouth shut tight. Don't make any subtle remarks like something stuck in your back teeth.

Together, the students' adventurer registration was completed, and thus they received a card for the number of people. You can ask about Caesar another time.

Take Eight and follow the Adventurer's Guild Hall.