The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

"Welcome -..."

I welcome guests who come to the store without hegemony.

There have been four of them.

A glimpse of a face I've never seen.

Brain-muscled swordsman. Root dark magician. To a recovering magician who looks belly black, a cheap smiling bandit.

Even when it comes to bandits, it's not a criminal, it's a profession...... class.

class or level, status like HP or MP. Everything else is in my sight.

Depressing, but I'm patient here because I treasure you.

"Ooh hey. I've been confirming your request."

Brain muscle swordsman rides himself out to the counter and asks.

Look for it once or get bogged down before asking people.

Swallow the words that came to you, and show the left window flat in your hand.

"There's a list over there -..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Variously and the quartet walked to the bulletin board where the request was sticking.

Thanks to the retreat of the Brain Muscle Swordsman, there are several tables and chairs lined up in the view.

This is the Luneville branch of the Alliance.

Registration of guild members, good offices and brokerage with your guild, ordering and good offices for requested assignments, and confirmation of achievement are the main job descriptions.

So, back to the table and chair applications that extend into the hall in front of you, the guild branch can also serve as a resting place for guilders and a place for exchanging information.

So.

"Don't work..."

That table is currently full. Some of them stand, eat, drink and so forth on the walls.

This isn't a tavern, even with that kind of functionality.

To my grudging voice, an old swordsman sitting in the counter laughs gahaha.

"I can't do that! There are hardly any taverns or cafeterias in this city!

I can't do that. Drunk. These kinds of people come up when they want to. Only to ignore.

And when I tried to ignore it, the old man next door hitched a ride.

"Cheap! Yummy! More importantly, there are beauties like Ilia!

"The Luneville Branch is the best! Dear Ilia!

Both drunks are even more excited about sticking out jocks.

I don't care if you don't have to deal with them.

But this drunk is right, there are few restaurants in this city of Luneville.

It's been less, I should say.

Besides, the cause is my fault. I'm really sorry.

... and yet.

"How about a cup of Ilia?!?"

What an old man. An old man drinking next to a swordsman can be a former liquor store manager.

I'll tell you what, I'm not being a no-good person and drinking for you.

He originally liked liquor and ran a liquor store, but because of this branch, sales have fallen, so I opened the store.

So I asked him to make use of his connection with the supplier.

It is a form of belonging to a so-called commercial guild.

It was today that the old swordsman and his people transported alcohol about the merchant escort.

So we're in the middle of a launch.

"I don't know if my baba is doing it right"

"Of course. Mr. Cecilita's knife is exquisite."

Now it sounds like a serious story, so I'll give you a serious answer.

I'm really helpful, so I don't care if you quit. Seriously.

"I really can't thank Ilia enough..."

Drunk manic depression is really annoying.

Besides, it's this way I want to thank you.

Besides Mr. Cecilita, the people who originally ran the catering business worked for me in this branch.

This one grabbed a customer, but he didn't say a word of grudge.

What came to my mind when I heard the restaurant was going to crumble was memories of a previous life.

It's the sight of people no longer passing the familiar shopping district and the brightly colored shopping district buried in the gray and white of the shutters.

I desperately wanted to stop the two dances and asked the branch manager to build an additional branch so that the people who worked at the restaurant could work there.

They've all accepted the temper of the people here... or rather let me work, and now I'm settling into a healthy employment system.

That's how it was done with the current branch.

Luneville can also eat dishes that I have never seen or heard of as delicious local food.

Such a touch seems to have settled in now.

Thanks to this.

What if he's making more money as an Alliance branch as a restaurant?

"Hey, honey, I'm gonna take this request."

Returning to me, there is a brain muscle swordsman in front of me.

I've given you the requisition form that I've stripped off the bulletin board.

Receive the requisition form and keep it sandwiched between the two glass panels on hand.

"That's a demon crusade request...... Now, please show me your registration card."

"Whoa!"

Receive the four registration cards presented and put them on a glass panel.

When magic is applied, a pale light wraps the glass panel.

The glass panel is a magic prop, it's called a scanner. It is an excellent way to determine whether a request can be ordered against a violation history, rank, or registered guild contract.

It changes to blue light indicating completion of the order, and the luminescence disappears. As a result, the order cannot be ordered and turns to red light emission.

Make sure there are four strings behind the requisition table.

Also look behind the registration card to make sure that the brief request and crusade count are filled in.

All right, fine.

It's not my fault if anything happens with this. Long live Wonder Technology!

"Order Registration Completed"

Return the registration card to the Brain Muscle Swordsman.

"Please note that crusades outside the area in question do not count.... your martial arts."

"Whoa! Let's go!

I was watching it as I dropped off the foursome.

"What's wrong, Ilia?... you don't like that!?"

"No way. I just thought if those people were capable, we should split up and order another one."

"Uh... I wish I could tell you"

"Because it's not in my job description"

Can it be such a hassle?

Nobody can quantify their combat abilities, so there are people like you who are without a body or who are in a hurry to die.

Exactly. I would advise the latter because when he dies, the aftertaste is bad.

It was almost useless though.

Well, only they were wasted, and those around them started to take proper advice.

"Anything you want from Ilia is a prospect."

It is Mr Boris who laughs so bitterly. He's part of a mercenary guild, and his profession is gladiator.

A good person who stopped the people who died after doing something unscrupulous to exorcise Feilong at a low level with me.

"I don't know anything..."

It doesn't show people's past or feelings.

"Be humble again."

Mr. Boris clings to the fried dish from his liking.

Subtle changes occurred in statuses such as agility and stamina. Simply put, if I eat it, my stomach will sag and I will use energy for digestion, so I won't have more strength than usual.

Inherent Skills [Eye of God] Skill Level 10

Effectiveness: The status, skills, potential appropriateness, condition, and equipment details of what you saw are displayed in detail.

I also know enemy skills and stats. It's easier to fight when you know what your enemies have left. Maybe it's the weak spot of the body in the next state.

I'll never fight again, though.

Why do I have to feel so hard until I'm reincarnated?

My name is Ilia Schultz now.

I'm not Tomoshiro Akino, a mediocre boy who was put to work for others like a livestock.

Ever since I was born, I have lived desperately fighting discomfort.

Why was it desperate?

Because you weren't used to the girl's body? No. I got used to it pretty soon there. I mean, it hardly makes any difference to kids.

Because my parents gave up parenting because they were afraid of me.

I repelled the person who attacked me, but I didn't think they'd get rid of me the other way around.

I don't rely on elves anymore. Besides, the elves are in the woods, so bugs are everywhere.

I hate bugs in previous life and in this world.

I think he probably left even if he wasn't abandoned.

So, I had to find a place to live next, but there were two pillars: security and safety as minimum conditions.

Five years of black history wandered the world in search of a resting place while knocking down demons and busting criminals' bandits. The biggest cause is that it took me two years to keep my cheat ability down. I don't want to kill anything anymore.

It was the Guild Branch in Luneville that eventually got there.

The Kingdom of Rondville, where Luneville is located, is a vicious demonic living area. The living area is far from a person's living area, and there is little racial discomfort with each other, and relations with other countries are not bad.

Alliance branches don't have to worry about getting attacked by robbers, and they're not poorly paid while they can live in.

It was good to get to the point where I could talk to the branch manager right away and hire him.

The problem was the dish I made with all my skills to be liked.

Now the guild branch thrives.

So, this leads to earlier.

"Ilia. Good luck"

"Ah, good day"

Leah puts a face from the office behind the counter.

A beautiful girl who is a black cat beast and is barely different from a human except for her ears and tails growing. Dark-haired semi-long bouncing by the way and cute. I also want to pretend.

"Mr. Liddy, it's number five, will you come in the kitchen?

"Okay."

Number five is out of work. For this reason number seven is in the bathroom and number 10 is about criminals.

Mr. Liddy is a damsel who used to be a fixer. I have the menus for the fixed meals done at the branch as is. Though I used my appraisal and formulation skills to re-season it just a little bit.

Leave the reception to Leah to go to the kitchen.

"Ilia is the kitchen!?"

"You heard me, you bastards!

"" "" Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I thought I heard a weird roar back there, but I don't care.

I swapped aprons, washed my hands, and when I entered the kitchen, I met Mr. Liddy.

"Thank you again today"

"No way. I'm the one who's hired you, right?

Liddy laughs happily, and the people in the kitchen laugh.

"You can always behave yourself."

"It's this way that I appreciate it!

"Really! Because it was like we were originally crushed!

"" "Hahaha" "

The overlapping laughter made my heart just a little warmer.

"Ilia! Order!

"Oh, yes!

A chopped voice echoes in the kitchen from a child serving in the hall and rushes to the holding area.

What I enter is a bakery where I fry and bake. Because subtle baking and subtraction is easy thanks to appraisal skills. Plus, it's easy to fine-tune the flavoring.

"Ilia, you're going to be lively compared to when you're at reception!

"You really like cooking ~"

With this kind of conversation, your wives are going to go ahead with the gunning dishes on hand. It feels like we're totally losing out on experience around here.

"Don't you want to shake your love with all those miserable men!

"Hahaha! Must be!"

Yeah, not at all. I'm sorry to be so fond of a man.

I'd rather flirt with the Leas!

Fighting fire instead of flirting for four hours.

"Chocolate banana parfait, vanilla ice cream ready ~"

"Yes ~ I"

"... over ~"

The dining room time is over, and from now on, booze is the main thing, just a knob or a light menu.

The wives have their own lives, too, so they're all up for the dining room menu last order an hour ago.

It's no big deal physically, but there's nothing I can do about mental fatigue.

Reading, writing and pronunciation are of course exotic, so I'm relieved to think they had no translation skills and were full of words I didn't know.

"Good day, Ilia"

"Oh, yes."

It was Mr. Frank coming into the kitchen at night.

Binoculars in brown hair commonly found in the general population. He's all brother-type guy with a tender smile all the time.

They all think this guy can't even kill a bug, but I don't think so.

'Cause I'm the guild branch manager. I'm above the Knights of the Kingdom in level and skill. Most importantly, he looks like one of Teng himself who eliminated the bandit guild that was in Luneville.

"Are we off today yet?

"No, because I want to do tomorrow's planting"

I still can't get my head up because this guy owes me a hire.

"Oh well. Thanks for everything."

"No......"

Thanks.

Every time I hear a word of gratitude, I get attacked by a little guilt.

Status: Attractive............ 9999

If you work out because the category is status even in subs (if you polish it?) It goes up, and bonus points are added to the attraction in addition to the skill effects of the attractive evil eye or attractive black child.

But the maximum substatus is 99.

What the hell, 9999? FF.

As a one-off effect of 9999, constant activation, strength [S], and resistance are disabled. What the owner sees, what the owner sees, what the owner hears (omitted) The alluring skills of evil eyes, black kids and voices also have a level 10 effect...... that's already a curse it!

Thanks to you, yes.

Unique Skills [Divine King Junction] Skill Level 10

Effect: Deactivate each skill in Him All Physical Attacks, Sorcery, Spiritual Sorcery, Ancient Sorcery, Sacred Arts, Spells, etc. Block state abnormalities, state changes, and psychiatric interference skills. Consumption MP = 999/sec

It's 999 a second!? I hope you don't constantly activate the strongest junction that only lasts ten seconds, even the normal monster you canst.

What a punitive game...

You used the technique of disabling yourself and your opponent.

I never used it in RPG in my last life!

Thanks to all you've done, you can now connect to the shape of your body!

Naturally, that's where my MP gets the problem.

My MP is immeasurable beyond 99999999 that can be quantified.

and

Skill [Magic Recovery] Skill Level 99

Effect: 90% of the maximum MP per second is automatically recovered. Always active regardless of state, cannot be disabled.

So it's okay to sleep!

I'm fine, but I was a little nervous at first because I don't know the MP cap. The amount of recovery cannot be counted backwards because it is neither in God's eyes nor in sight.

God, I wish he'd at least quantified it.

So.

Even if I put my skills on myself to fight off my cursey status and skill effects, I still get anxious that if I get a gentle voice, I might be leaking an attractive effect.

Something seems to be fooling me.

Well, if I hadn't suppressed my charm, I wouldn't be dumped.

"Ilia?"

"To?"

When I noticed, Mr. Frank was peeking into his face with a worrying look on his face.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, excuse me. Just thinking about it."

Plumbing!

Miso and soy sauce... don't you mind? Not if it's someone else, but Mr. Frank knows I can use [Alchemy] skills and [Formulation] skills, so I can replenish them at will.

The truth is, I also use ancient magic space-time magic for aging and fermentation, but I'm convinced it means alchemy. Ancient magic can't be deciphered by modern people, and for once, only two people in the world can use it. Among other things, space-time magic is prohibited.

I don't want to bother you as much as I can, so I'm asking someone from the agricultural guild to make miso, soy sauce, and sake and vinegar, but it doesn't seem like a good achievement yet.

"This is it..."

Also complete with dessert systems such as pudding, tiramisu and crème d 'ange to add ice cream. All you have to do is let it cool and you can serve it tomorrow. Vegetables, meat, cake and tart are fine because they are made in the morning.

"Branch Manager, let me raise you first"

"Yeah. Good luck."

Are you going to go up ahead of me?

I'm really glad I'm not your boss who says something like that.

One room on the third floor is my private room.

Before the renovation, there was like a dormitory in the back of the office, and I was sleeping there, but the branch manager pushed me off to use a fine one. What a bathroom and toilet.

As a result, the other rooms on the third floor are in the Branch Manager's private room, and the information room in the reception room.

Upstairs, three quarters of the floor is in the dining room, and the rest is in private rooms.

On the ground floor is the guild office, dressing room and reception, waiting room and assembly area and dining room, and the kitchen.

It's pretty big among the guild headquarters, it seems to be the biggest of the branches, but I'm sad that it's not the size of the guild I have or the number of guilders that reside there, but the size as a dining room.

Relatively peaceful as a mercenary guild.

Without enough specialties for commercial guilds to visit frequently, the sea is not close or through major streets.

The magic guild should have a base where magic research flourishes or good materials are available.

It's not like there's a mining resource where an industrial guild sits.

Agricultural guilds are well normal. There are no specialties, but rice is in the process of being admirably varietally improved.

The Bandit Guild is devastated. These guys don't have to be here.

A bandit...

"God's eyes are also confusing..."

Rub your eyes while lying on a fluffy bed.

Occupations displayed in God's eyes… Sometimes a class is like a title by possession skills, separate from the one you actually belong to or run.

Title Berserker obtained by raising both [Pain Blocking] and [Fatigue Disorder Relief] skills to Level 7 or higher.

I met him was a sweet brother who spared no time working for my sister while she slept. The title winning bonus raised my arm strength and I smiled that I was shouldering your sister. I never resented these eyes as much as I did then. I made my sister cry.

Somehow, it feels like a lot of places are being punished for cheating around without thinking about how things are going.

I hated mediocrity. You really are a heavenly punishment that I have to pretend to be mediocrity from myself.