The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

Taking care of dragon chicks meant that reception and kitchen services were temporarily exempt.

I can't believe you got parental leave...... oh what a bland working environment.

... Not if you're immersed in emotion. In order to avoid risk, we definitely want to avoid acting after Dragon God finds out.

"Ah, Ilia. I know where the three of you ordered it."

"Thank you. Mr. Boulder Digire. You're working fast."

"I'd be glad to be complimented by Ilia. So, the three of them were requested by the Civare Miss branch. It's the southeast city of Philea Remis."

"Do you understand the client?

"Of course. The request is made in the name of a commercial guild located in the Shevaremis branch. The request is for the crusade of the filearhounds that appeared in the woods of eastern Sibale Miss"

When it comes to forests in eastern Sivalemis, it is famous for growing specialty oranges with excellent heat resistance. Not surprisingly, a commercial guild made a request ahead of a ketchy agricultural guild to protect specialties.

The strange thing is that those threesomes have gone out of their way to Luneville.

It's hard to imagine you've been bareback through Fort Earl and Willville, but it's too unnatural to assume you've crossed the Rondinas Mountains on the border in between.

... After all, can it be obvious if we don't listen to ourselves?

"Pi ~..."

When I turned my gaze to my weak voice, the chick at my feet was rowing the boat with glitter.

Is that you?

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Digirre"

"No. You can always tell me if anything happens again."

Even though I'm lower as an identity. What a big man.

As I lay my chick down the stairs on the bed in my private room, I heard a shout like a curse from the ground floor. At the counter on the ground floor where he hurried, he was staring at Leah as the quartet of guilders confronted him.

"May I help you?"

The men turn their inferior grin and gaze at me as I appear to crack and enter.

"Ooh sister. I'll give you some advice, but don't let the Alliance mislead your assessment."

"I'm not deluded!

Lovely rear to tail with all the momentum of Kisher and bite. I want to stroke it. I want to love it.

I scold my soothing heart and face the men.

"Are you dissatisfied with the material assessment?"

"Don't make me say it again and again! I came all the way here because they hit me so badly with the assessment!? Damn... well, even so, I'm pacifist. I don't want to ruin things if you show me your sincerity."

"My brother won't stop when he runs out. I don't have a whole bunch of branches like this."

"Why don't you use that body and let it dissolve for this branch?

Along with the surroundings, I see that I'm actually unmotivated by mere threats. Because of this, it's all the customers in the hall that are really going to explode in anger. Do you even want to know how demonic it feels to be exposed to a number of violence?

"Do you have an assessment list?"

"Oh!? Hey! I trusted you to keep this one! When I saw the money that was transferred later, it came from too little money. I know you said it!

Uh... that's the most troublesome complaint.

The guy who gets completely redeemed and complains about the assessment after the real thing is gone. This kind of guy is probably a habit, and a lot of idiots say that when I complained about it elsewhere before, it went right through and took up the flavor.

Still... I wonder if you think you can take the lead if you shout out.

"Do you have a registration card and requisition form?"

"It's over. I don't know what the requisition form is. Registration certificate, please. There you go!"

The man throws at me instead of giving me his registration card. Nothing to take, nothing to make, but I can't stop the discomfort that springs up.

It's broken, you mess...

No, you can't. Calm down. Registration cards are expensive, so no. Registration cards are expensive, so no. You have to be in the worst possible situation to make it look like an accident. You can't break it...... ugh.

"… please wait a moment"

"If we don't hurry up, we might run out of stores!

A man holds the sword and swings it down toward the empty counter chair.

Slashing with increased sharpness with weight and [swordsmanship] skills unreasonably grinds wooden counterchairs.

... should have.

"Damn!?"

The counter chair, which has no philosophy whatsoever but was protected by something, does not even freak out, but only returns the reaction of the force that was shot in to the target. The man, caught off guard and morose of the shock, sweats in too much pain remaining on his wrist.

The men around them had their eyes blackened and white as to what was going on, and several of the halls they remembered were smiling bitterly. People who probably fell drunk and hit their heads on chairs.

"I'm sorry for everything, Mr. Digirre"

"The guild problem is everybody's problem"

That's all I'm gonna say, Mr. Digire, and I'm gonna get my registration card.

"Ilia, I wonder if there's anything I can do."

That's what I said and it was Mr. Amabel who showed up from behind the office. He has appraisal skills and is an Alliance employee who takes on the assessment of materials.

He's usually caged in the back assessment room to avoid people, but he's insulted by his work and comes to his head on a boulder. Nevertheless, he is calm about the boulders around asking me without poking directly at him. Even if you just talk about your legitimacy, it doesn't work for a deal like that.

But if there are other cards available, it's not a story.

"It would be helpful if Mr. Amabel could persuade you to join us"

"Okay. Copy that."

He's been on his mind enough to snort twice.

The basics of claims processing are apologies. To prevent it from being a weird excuse or a secondary complaint against your teeth.

But that's for business.

We are an Alliance branch, and Alliance members are not customers, even if they are customers. It's a relationship to be had.

I'm going to show you that.

"There it is. You ordered a demon crusade at my house 22 days ago. That's when I'm applying for extra rewards with demonic material."

"Do you know what that demon and material is?

"Wait a minute.... There it is. Six Rondrats crusade, four skins, five front teeth and tail, six eyes, 26 nails, two brains and two hearts."

"Mr. Claude,"

Copy that.

You think you can pass it on just by name already? It's like I'm ordering you, and I get guilty.

Whatever it is, only the area applied for will tell their strength. Mouse rat based materials are mostly sold to commercial guild cooks or magic guilds. The highest price traded of these are the brain and the heart.

These areas are commonly used as catalysts for magical guilds, so those with some power will actively target them when crusading the mouse system. It's like saying to yourself that if you don't know, you don't deserve to talk about the value of the material, and if you don't, you only have the strength to crush both of them so you can't win.

"At the market 22 days ago, there's no difference between bad and good except for the brain and the heart."

My gaze concentrates on Mr. Claude.

Spread a piece of paper on your desk and pick up the site price while Mr. Claude shows it with his finger.

"The skin is 500 to 700, the front teeth are 500 to 600, the eyes are 300 to 500, and the tail is 500 to 700 and the nails are 100 to 200. The brain is 30,000 to 40000 and the heart is 20,000 to 25000."

"Is it at least 111400 and at most 147500 Gills......"

Even if it was a good thing other than the brain and the heart, the difference is that one meal would be good, and the goal would be to assess the brain and the heart.

"No, that's crazy"

It was Mr. Amabel who murmured the objection.

"I don't remember assessing Rondrat's brain and heart here. I remember about Laoble Mouse."

Turning his gaze to Mr. Claude, he had begun an indicative investigation.

And nod.

"Right. Rondrat's, anyway, plummeted about two months ago, then went up all at once, and the market hasn't dropped since. Evidence that the supply has not kept pace with the demand, and that it has not been turned to the collection requests made since"

It was about two months ago, when Tyrant Spider came out.

Rondrat, who was kicked out first in that tyrant, was hunted more and more, and his burgeoning brain and heart were on the market and his value plummeted. Because there are not enough drastically reduced Rondrats to come down to the crowd, the supply of those areas is reduced in itself.

Once such a site has been placed in the assessment, it should first be checked with the person who collected it to see if it will turn to ordering and fulfilling the collection request. I accidentally wholesaled it to a contractor in the coalition - what a mortal mistake you make, you're not in our affairs.

"Mr. Digire, do you have any information on your client?

"Yeah. My client owns a coal mine outside Willville. Thank you. He was lurking in the coal mine, and I want to see how he asked me to crusade him."

Coal mines are industrial guilds.

I don't even know its value if I don't get a chance to unload the material...... If you know what it's worth, you should put extra rewards on the material.

I mean, it's odd that Willville's guild clerk didn't talk to him when he created the request. Is the bureau job over there so bad?

"Ilia"

"Yes."

It was the registration card that was given to Mr. Digirre. This wonder technology has the ability to count crusade goals, which means it's also possible to count backwards where and which demons you crusaded.

The candidate is Laoble Mouse. Officially known as Laoroa Blue Mouse, it is about one turn larger than other Laoroa mice, and the omnivorous, habitat favours areas that are humid and low in photons. Blue furrows are influenced by water factors that fill humid areas.

Rondrat, officially named Rondville Rat, against. Although this giant rat-like demon is larger than Laoroa mice, it is smaller than the native species that live elsewhere. It is omnivorous to allow other endemic species to live in giant Rondville, and prefers complex, blind-spotted forest areas to make it easy to escape. To make the nest into the ground, the wool is yellow close to the soil factor.

These two types of rats have a very similar internal structure due to their physique and the similarity of their food and habitats, which can only be distinguished by a completely different fur colour: blue and yellow from the outside.

Still, Amabel with enhanced [appraisal] skills in special professions (classes) and veteran appraisers would be able to discern this extent without difficulty.

"... there was. After crusading Rondrat in Willville's coal mine, we are crusading Laoble Mouse in the forest at the foot of Rondinas"

I thought about hitting a mountain in Rondrat, but didn't go as I thought, trying to trick him with a similar laoble mouse. I probably came all the way to Luneville because I avoided Willville, where habitats are nearby and alert. Unlike request creation, miscalculation is directly linked to the profit or loss of the branch, so we'll just be careful.

"That doesn't sound wrong."

Mr. Amabel is annoyed by Russia.

All I have to do is use this information well to direct the other person's mistakes, but I even wonder if this is going to be a discussion. [Speaking] Maybe it's because of this personality that my skills aren't right.

"Let me talk to you."

The Branch Manager, who has been silent for a while now, gives you a name.

I thought you weren't feeling well because you've been rubbing your stomach, but he's not even likely to be around to join you from himself.

"Ah, Branch Manager. Were you there?"

"Good morning, Mr. Frank"

To greet Mr. Digirre and Mr. Claude,

"Yeah. Good morning."

"So, what do we do, Ilia?"

"Hey Claude, you're doing this on purpose"

Mr. Frank to be messed with.

It's a piece of paper to be familiar with being molested, but Mr. Frank must be the latter.

... maybe.

"Ilia, leave this to me and go back to your room."

"Uh, okay?

Everyone looks more unexpected than me.

And at the next moment it changed to an anxious look.

Mr. Frank, I'm leaving it to my men, and I'm not doing my job, but they're too under the edge to get everyone to admit it.

Here's one [talk] Let me leave you to your skilled prowess to show off your branch manager's majesty. After all, a good organization has good leaders.

"Thank you very much."

"Yeah. Go get him quick."

In one word, I knew why Mr. Frank was rubbing his stomach.

"Excuse me. My name is Frank Deschamp, Branch Manager."

"Ooh. The receptionist won't talk about it. Let's go over the assessment again."

"I'm in awe. Now, once again, let me ask you a couple of questions, which have been applied for -"

As I go up the stairs listening to the voices I hear from the counter, I hear gradually dull sounds and squeals. Dokah, Pi, Dokah, Pi ~, Dokappy.

Oh, it's good to have a physical protection sticker throughout this branch.

"Pi ~!"

When I open the door, the chick storms at first sight. Thanks to his high [rigid body] skills, I'm glad he didn't look like he took the damage.

I'm safe with this direct hit, so Mr. Frank is really a daylight light.

"Pi, pi, pi"

"Okay, okay, sorry"

I stroke a chick who tries to distract me from loneliness with her whole body.

I don't even understand a boulder interpreter cheat to the baby's words. You translate words, not will into words. Wow - with the inability to translate an adult cry into words.

"Pi ~..."

Seeing as how he was just hanging around, the depression seemed to be over.

Sitting on the bed with a hug, the chick growed up round the top of her forehead. He's losing quite a bit of strength, and maybe he's tired because of the rampage.

He closes his eyes and lowers his neck to feel comfortable when he is stroking. You're so cute, you end up growing up in a dragon big enough to swallow people whole? Time is cruel.