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

"He is one of you, Eight. Make friends."

"Well, thank you..."

to a peppery, head bowing Eight, even though he dwells,

"Just give me a minute. And him?"

Cliff's biting.

"So let's say Eight."

"That's not a name. No! He is a proud student of the Knights of Magic Institute!?"

I can't help but question Cliff. Eight today, because it is a so-called adventurer's outfit and he is not wearing the uniform of the Knights of Magic Instruction College in the first place.

"I was allowed to use a system such as college assistants. He will take exams for both of you as an extraordinary G-Class member."

A college assistant is a midway integration system that allows formal admission if the school allows provisional admission and achieves certain grades in regular examinations. Of course, it is also quite difficult because you cannot be admitted unless you are within the top 20% on a regular exam. This system of college adjuncts is available either from such difficult and extreme conditions or with the recommendation of the professor in charge and the permission of the college director.

The fact that it is most unlikely that it will pass, coupled with the fact that all the effort and expenses of education will be borne by the professor in charge of it, says that the fact that this system was actually used only counts enough in the long history of the College.

"It's that easy..."

control Cliff with his right hand trying to spew out words of distress,

"This is what I, the professor, made up my mind about the system of empires and colleges. If you're dissatisfied, come out and change your system."

That's right, let it go.

……

He was biting his back teeth off with a gibberish, but he turned that way. Do you escape reality when you are debated? It's a childish reaction.

Not even on his teeth, such as Cliff, Theresa was approaching Eight with a face full of curiosity.

"Hey, you, that fitting, possibly adventurer?

"Ugh, yeah......"

to a hesitant nodding eight,

"Me too, demon, take it down well!"

(Oh, bare hands)

If the words of the Earl of Hartwig were true, Teresa seems to have worked in the neighboring woods from an early age in hunting activities for demons. Plus, bare hands. When I heard that from the Count, too, of the boulder, I was stunned.

"Um... the... I..."

to an eighteen who is about to disappear,

"I don't care who gets more. Let's start the class."

"Really?"

Pruitt and Mia not even showing interest in Eight. If it's any good at all...

"Now, let's take this one ourselves."

Pass a wooden plate with only the name and number on it to everyone but the eight.

"What's this?

"Don't you see? It's an adventurer's card."

"We're adventurers."

Throw another card at Pruitt, who speaks a strong word of denial, with or without it.

"That's what you are. As we consider ourselves."

That card is one of the magic tools developed in a permanent workshop with natural drop items in the material, a card that denotes the general status. For once, with the friendly feature of displaying the average status with the concept of level. I guess it would be more motivating to have an approximate level.

Specifically, the cards of the prute are denoted as follows:

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○ Pruitt Browser

Status

Level 4

- HP: G (15%) - MP: G (28%)

- Muscle strength: G- (33%) - Endurance: G (43%)

- Magic Power: G (2%) - Magic Endurance: G - (88%) - Agility: G (76%)

-Luck: G (45%) -Drop: G- (1%) -Intelligence: G + (19%)

- Growth rate: E- (89%)

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Levels are based on average status, which I have converted independently.

Levels 1 to 10 are G, levels 11 to 20 are F, and levels 21 to 30 are E.

Levels 31-40 are D, levels 41-50 are C, and levels 51-70 are B.

Levels 71-80 are A. The S-region was set to level 80 or higher.

Well, it's only my personal conversion, so it's pretty appropriate, but, well, it would be a one-off guide.

Pruitt and Cliff, Eight's growth rate is E - Mia and Teresa's growth rate is E. They would all be top growth rates as residents of this world. Wanting more than that is greed or greed.

By the way, last night I used material I already possessed to look for magic that I could use to educate my students. For some reason, the [Left Arm of the Goddess] material that was stored made it possible to create an instruction book titled "Legendary Teacher".

If you analyze the post-contractual effects of this title,

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○ Title: Legendary Teacher

Description: When Master (Shifu) gives the students a certain assignment (mission) and completes it, they receive a clearance reward.

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The meaning of the clearance reward is unclear, but you should investigate the puffiness.

"Level or muscle strength? What the hell?"

Mia watching the cards and scrutinizing herself to a stunning, loud Pruitt.

Cliff looked frigidly at the card with a deceptive gaze, and as far as Teresa was concerned, his eyes were shining on the new toy.

Eight, by contrast...

"Level, status…"

He stared at the card with a strange face.

"What's up?

"Yes, no"

When asked, he rushed into his pocket, Eight, who plays cards.

Surprisingly, I looked at everyone gleefully,

"Now, you'll be quested in the Adventurer Alliance."

That's a good release, I transferred everyone to the vacant land behind the Sagami Chamber of Commerce in Straheim.

Take the students to the Adventurer Guild Branch Hall in Straheim.

When you enter the building, you go to the side of the board where the quest you checked yesterday is sticking.

"Hmm, the G-rank quest..."

The parchment describing the G-rank quest was pinned to the leftmost board.

I want to go to the labyrinth, and at first it's affordable for Pruitt and the others to collect materials.

"This might be good."

Remove one piece of parchment paper from the pin.

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○ Quest: Suddenly ask for eight pieces of aluminum large meat.

- Client: Straheim Meat Store Association

- Request fee: 800G

-Rank: G

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Aluminum Large is a G-rank, novice demon. Students who have been able to use magic will enjoy and complete this mission.

When I get to the receptionist yesterday, I put the requisition on the counter.

"Our G-Class will take this request. Do you mind?

"Yes. Absolutely."

I told him to call me Syllabe Sagami even though he turned Willie in yesterday. I guess the reason I'm not anywhere is because Willie's guy blew in something that never happened to me after I left.

Receptionist disappears into the back door to escape.

"Doctor, what the hell did you do to that sister?"

To Pruitt, who looks at me with his jito eyes but asks me such bad things about people,

"Come on. My colleagues told me about my magnificent work, and I guess I'm trembling with emotion."

I'll give you such a convincing response. I think it's the right word to say without lying to me.

"No, it just seemed like I was trembling in fear of my teacher."

"I guess it's her own telehiding. So-called, tundelle, no, a little different."

"I don't think it fits either."

"Ugh, hmm. Right..."

That's a little bad. Let's say we change the subject.

"So? What about those two granny girls?

Asking the neighboring Eight, he pointed his right index finger at the armor shop.

"Right there."

He replied.

Teresa and Mia were looking at the weapon while making their faces shine like babies in a right-hand end martial arts store.

No, Theresa and Mia, at least until now, were fighting styles that specialize in melee.

It's about being an adventurer, and it's just the right opportunity. Do you want to develop weapons? The only weapon we've developed is this, so don't get involved in my tickets.

Earlier, I dropped my gaze on Mullah, who has a depressingly bumpy reputation for passing female adventurers,

(Mullah, how about that weapon sold from you?

I tried to ask such simple questions.

"Sword Yanen"

Mullah answers instantly looking like a hundred million bucks. You're horribly pale against the same sword. Well, I'm sure it's troublesome if they talk hot about the charm of the sword line or something.

(You can see that. I'm asking what kind of performance)

"Mm-hmm. Waste of time."

When I answered that without hesitation, again, I began to drool my delusions about female adventurers.

After all, is it useless to look at it from the mullahs? All that is arranged in store in my analysis is G-Rank. As often as there is a slight G +.

That won't help create a weapon. Of course, with [Permanent Workshop], it would be easy to create, but it's under the force, technology, etc. that you can't make without me.

For once, we need to investigate the weapon. We have to see the real thing first. We won't talk about it. Leroy apparently created the Adventurer's weapon in the main until before he met me, and let's ask

"Thank you for waiting. We have just accepted the quest - 'Collection of eight aluminium larges'. Class G, please be careful."

I received parchment with my guild stamp from an industry-lowering receptionist,

"Eight, get the two of you. I'm leaving for the labyrinth immediately."

"Yes!

Eight prompted us to head to the dungeon, where Straheim is said to be a labyrinth city.