The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

There's a man and a woman in uniform lined up right in front of me in the dressing room.

"... so why am I such a fan?"

"I think it suits you well. Don't you agree with Kati?

"Yeah. Baldo, you look great"

Mr. Bardo, praised by Mr. Kati, seems less than full.

But as soon as you realize I'm watching you, you go back to the glare.

"... whether it suits you or not, you think you can serve us or something?

"I can't do it. I'll have it done. You lost the battle."

In one word, Mr. Bardo speaks.

The two snuck into our house before, assassins caught by Mr. Frank.

Mr. Bardo is a black leopard beast with brown skin in dark hair. Mr. Kati is a dog beast with fluffy dark hair, white skin and dripping ears.

Neither of us will react to anything because of our training. No body.

Enforcement was on hold because they gave us information about Huck, but even if we were to release him on parole, what would we do with the two of them who would have betrayed the Bandit Guild remained vague.

When I told Mr. Frank why and asked him for permission to talk to us again about the disposition, I found that the brainwashing was almost solved.

That's where I brought it up: "acquittal if you can keep running away from me all day. If you get caught, you listen to me." Such a battle.

The result is of course my win.

"So I'm going to ask the two of you to work for us from now on. I'll give you the manual, so Mr. Bardo can take the reception from the backpack, and Mr. Kati can get to the rear and get a description of the service."

"Okay."

"... chip"

I'll decopin Mr. Bardo's forehead.

Even though it's suppressed with gear, if you mean it, it should be a shock to the extent you hit it with a blunt instrument.

Mr. Bardo's HP is now slightly reduced, and then a state abnormality/dizziness (Stan) arrives.

As far as I was concerned I didn't want to do anything powerfully stained, even with the whip of love, but I told Mr. Frank I'd take responsibility. I can't do anything halfway in front of him.

"Come on...!"

'Cause if you're licking me, I'm gonna smash you for real.'

"Yes..."

Education is the first thing I say is the key, but it seems like the effect was too much.

Sometimes it's still early in the morning, and there are few customers in, so it's a great way to remember business. The unplugged plan is for more people to have breakfast when they teach me the whole job and remember the job as they follow me!

I was going to...

"Oh my God, say it again!

"That's why I'm telling you that your skill is putting this request at risk."

"Oh, hey, Bardo."

Mr. Bardo is facing each other by a five-man guild.

I'm hitting it head-on without even asking to stop the backpack.

"... ha"

"Pi?"

As I move in with a small sigh, Huck follows me with no guard.

I want to pretend, but I'm patient now.

"Hey you, what do you know about reception!

"It hurts when you do it and watch it sweetly."

"Is that what Mr. Bardo says?

Speaking with a smile, he mumbled as if scared.

That's crazy. You have such a natural smile.

"You monster..."

"Oh!? What the hell is wrong with Ilia!!"

Luc...... why are you mad. I mean, I've never seen it shout out before.

... not!

"Can you explain what happened?

"Ah, yes. I looked at the requisition form you brought to these people and told them he was in danger."

"I wouldn't have said it the way I did! I'm not deluding you. Hey!

Don't hesitate to leave apologies to the furious guest to Luc and check the requisition form.

There are two requisition tables, one for Rondrowkast. The other one... that's La Oro Aboa. Besides, the requested area is with us. I was successful when I asked for a crusade before, so the numbers must be down considerably.

We may need to find out if it's increased.

Aside from that, I'm going to ask you again about the people you're about to order. The organization consists of one swordsman, two fistfighters with chain skills on one side, a mage, and an alchemist on the other.

Alchemist is a profession gained by [Alchemy] skill holders through the growth of [Formulation] and [Smelting] skills, with acquisition bonuses for concentration status, formulation success rate, and smelting speed and quality.

[Alchemy] Skills add generatible categories at the time of leveling, or you can choose to increase the maximum number, increase the rate of generation, or increase the quality of production, but when it's a reality where you don't have a choice, it just comes to mind as blurry in the person, depending on the will at that time. I don't mind people who are planning or more upward oriented, but if you are a highly migratory person, it can be that you can't narrow the trend and lose to people in the same position at the lower level even though they are at the higher level.

I missed the point.

"Mr. Bardo. Why did you think it was dangerous?"

"Oh? It's a pain in the ass."

"Did you want to sell the fight? Did you want to give me some advice?

……

This silence will undoubtedly be the latter. I guess I thought about it because of his short-tempered and clumsy personality, and it's embarrassing to advise him normally, so don't bluff. I mean, it's a way of saying it.

... Kids!

"If you were trying to sell a fight, you'd be punished for it."

"Wow, okay! I wish I could tell you!

Standing up, Mr. Bardo confronts the Pentagon.

"If so, have you ever fought the Lowcasts and the Lao Loa Boa..."

"Oh? I'm sure it's settled."

"Laocaust is a warrior's exam."

With its high leap force and ability to glide from it, it is often designated as a crusade goal in tests that look at instantaneous force. A nasty opponent who is then poisonous and who, when bitten, binds to the mucous membrane in his mouth, becomes a ferocious poison that causes contact infections, and who also has to be attentive to coping.

Because of this, I make them disappear the moment I find them. It's a big one, isn't it? I can't. When I was a student, I want you to think of an enlarged diagram of ants and all that stuff that was in biological textbooks. That's right in front of you, isn't it? Absolutely not.

... I'm starting to feel sick remembering...

"Come ~..."

"Pi?"

Healing. Hold the hack and watch the end.

"Then you've dealt with those two at the same time?

"... no, hey"

Yeah. Mr. Bardo's hit.

"If you've fought before, you know Rowkast is poisonous... you know that, right? La Oroabore is less toxic and immediately infects the whole body. It's the same with Londrowkast's paralysis poison."

"Ah..."

Two fighters look down. The other three were surprised by the change, but immediately perceived what it meant and looked up.

"There's no problem if you hunt separately, it is. But what if we ran into each other at the same hunting ground and Boa was infected?

At that time, perhaps La Oroaboa will be frenzied...... in a state of exasperation. The terrible thing about being furious is losing sight of your enemies altogether or killing them, keeping them running until they die.

I don't care if I'm poisoned or paralyzed. If you're paralyzed, you don't seem to be able to move, but it's common in shooting games. "Why don't you touch an enemy plane and you die over there, but you don't die over there?" Isn't it a little different?

The sorcerer is still fine. But if the swordsman slashes, his body fluids fly, and the fistfighter has to touch the target directly. Regardless of the skin before the poison seeps, if it touches infected body fluids and blood, it won't last for a few seconds in their resistance.

Whether you can fight a large number of enemies while protecting your companions in a state invaded by paralysis poison that also leaves you recovering on your own.

To that question, Mr Bardo, who saw them, decided that it was difficult.

"... what do we do?

Having been informed of this fact, they also began to worry again.

Sometimes the level of fistfighters in particular is high, and it feels like the others are avoiding direct talk.

"So, what does Mr. Bardo think we should do?

"What?"

To my question, Mr. Bardo can barely measure the meaning of the quintessential.

"If I give you advice, you also have to give me advice. You can't just say you can't do it for anybody, can you?

"I said something..."

Mr. Bardo thinks about it, but he doesn't quite come to a conclusion.

It was the backpack that opened its mouth like I saw it.

"It's something some sorcery guilds do, and again, why don't this place be dominated by sorcery attacks?

To Luc's words the pair of five just looked at each other casually.

Though a magician affiliated with the Sorcery Guild, his strength is Pinkiri. It's really rare for a magician like Lula and Yorke to have enough killing power for junior sorcery, and even to form a detachment party in the first place.

Even if you can't distinguish your abilities like I do, I guess you have some idea of how powerful a mage accompanying a lot of warriors is, because even a backpack would be able to predict a great deal.

"But my magic isn't that powerful."

The backpack doesn't even move to the confession of approval. It even smiles to reassure me somewhere.

"Let's leave some of the power aside by making safety a priority, not efficiency. Even though the power is modest, if you shoot a few shots, you can take them down, right?

"Well, for once"

"If you shoot me, I'll come for you, and not if the others don't come for you, okay?

There is no point in saying that you can put a magician in the main if you want to avoid contact with swordsmen and fistfighters.

"Do you guys know how Boa is chasing his outer enemies?

"Didn't we talk about legs... Isn't that your eye?

"Of course it's visual to eventually find enemies, but the boreal system that lives in the woods generally has low eyesight and cannot look for enemies in the midst of running around from a carnivore-specific perspective. They smell their enemies with their big, sticking noses, and they go after them."

Yes. Instead of having low eyesight, that sense of smell is pretty sharp, and if you don't take care of it, it will be a breakthrough that can be chased forever by a frenzied bore.

People who belong to mercenary guilds tend to scorn them because most of the time they hunt on the spot if they are to the extent of a bore, but they are also going to recommend the backpack this time as a countermeasure.

"So I suggest you use a smell bag or perfume"

"Well, you stink and you mess with it."

He had just had the experience to understand if he told the boulder so far, and the fives would devise the operation themselves.

A normal party would be enough to burn a bag or stick it to a tree that adheres more strongly to the smell they put on them, so that they can easily target the damage.

But some of them are alchemists. I still only have the ability to grow grass trees, but if I grow branches in trees and smell them, it will be a thorny trap, and winding up spreads in people's shapes before rocks and waterfront will be too effective.

Of course I'm not willing to talk that far, and Luc's advice was enough this time.

"I'll be ready at the tool shop. Then you have nothing to complain about ordering."

"... also remember that there is a Rondrowkast"

"Oh, my God."

Mr. Bardo, with the support of his backpack, followed suit to complete the order registration.

Dropping off the quintessential as he had forgotten his earlier groan, Mr. Bardo looks up at his backpack as he strokes his shoulder down.

"... I helped, I did. Reception is tough, too."

"Right. But now it's for sale."

"Really? Branch manager?

"Ilia, 90% of the time, that's what she said before."

Mr. Bardo turns around with a look like he chewed up a bitter bug.... Did you do something that you didn't like that much?

That being said, I wish I didn't have to say anything about the backpack.

"It's up to you to make good use of what you see and hear. Learn a lot from your backpack, Mr. Bardo."

He gave me a frigid look, but now Mr. Bardo corrected his posture without showing a defiant attitude.

Neither does Mr. Kati, who carries the dreaded tray, but I just hope he gets the skills right here and levels them up.

Mr. Bardo looks at the time and decides to ask him to anticipate how to crusade anyone who has made a crusade request to try to advise him. So answer each other in the condition of the material put out at the completion of the crusade. That alone should make a total difference.

"Morning. Is Frank here?

It was Mr. Ectre who came to the counter.

"Good morning. I think he's in his room, would you like to call him?

"Oh, nice to meet you. I was wondering if I could make you wait in the reception room."

"Yes. Then come this way."

Hug Haku and climb to the third floor with Mr. Ektor.

"Were you at the counter as an example?

"Yes, I'm having you in today"

"I know it's okay because it's your decision... but did you have to put in a reception anyway for your busy service?

"Absolutely."

I don't understand your skills here, and I'm not going to say it.

Besides, it's not just for them.

"We expect more requests in the future, so we're ready for that."

"More requests? Is that about this construction?

"... it's not irrelevant, only"

I can't tell you now.

I don't talk about information that nobody but me knows about. I cannot tell you that there will be more demons from now on because that is the commandment I have imposed on myself. However, in cases like this one, I tell them even if they are blurry when I just want them to be mindful.

"... well. Elf commandments are a pain in the ass."

"Right...... sorry"

I'm so sorry. That's a lie. I'm just using my elf habits that don't relate to other races.

Even when it comes to healing magic, and knowledge that only a small number know, it's deluded by the fact that it's elf wisdom. A smart, closed race is just a handy setting, isn't it?

"Good morning, Frank. You can see Lord Ektor."

"... Morning Ilia. And Haku."

"Pi!"

After escorting Mr. Frank until he went to the reception room, he made tea and dispersed.

I'm often made to be present at a meeting place, but this time it seems okay.

"Oh, it would help if Ilia would listen to me too"

"... Yes, sir."

I couldn't.

I wonder if it would be nice to have a reception for Sukeke present at an important story. I don't mean Mr. Frank's butler or his secretary.

The story is mainly about the progress of construction and the personnel and costs of additional construction, and the other is about escorting demonic research missions if they investigate the area around Luneville.

Demons that can be a threat to all races are studying their ecology and abilities in tandem. Even though... the information will not be duly disclosed unless it is an allied country, and the Alliance actually has more detailed information about its abilities.

Because of this, research facilities in various countries may have a narrow shoulder feeling, but I don't want to jeopardize my position any more than I do now, so it might just be better not to sprinkle weird information with airline theory on my desk. If the world is a world, you could say something as weird as a cult and do something religious.

When we're done talking about work, the two topics engage in public discourse.

Apparently, the two of them had an intimate relationship before they were in the position of Lords and Branch Managers, and other place names emerge outside of Rondville.

Mr. Ektor was rapping more than usual because of his considerable stress, too.

When I loved Haku because I thought it was wild to join here too, the sound of knocking on the door echoed into the room. When I open the door first, the rear that appears bows down.

"Mr. Frank, you see Arune's village chief. Would you like to wait upstairs in your private room?

"Have you heard the requirements?

"Let's talk about the demon crusade request."

"... I'd like to be present too, if you don't mind?

Following Mr. Ektor's suggestion, Leah left the room after guiding Arune's village chief to the reception room.

And I'm naturally allowed to be present. I don't mind. If you're talking about a request, you'll be heard later anyway.

When he also stood to brew tea for the village chief and refrain from behind Mr. Frank, the village chief began his conversation.

"Branch Manager. Did you know that these days demons have appeared around our village?"

"Yes, we accepted the production of the crusade request, and I remember our receptionist registering the order"

"... Yes. Yes, it is."

Mr. Frank and Mr. Ector frown as surprised by his uncleaned attitude.

Nevertheless, if the content is what you imagine, you're dealing with both of us. This situation will be hard on the village chief.

"Did the same demon come out again?

"! Did you know"

"No, because the village chief seemed unable to say so. Can I make a request as a matter of urgency?

The village chief once again leaned over unspeakably.

Well, I know what you're trying to say.

"I tried to collect funds to make a request in the village..., the"

"Did anyone out there suspect that you hadn't hunted last time in the first place?

"!... Yes"

Lüneville, where there were few demons in the first place, so one might have no choice but to suspect that the demons weren't being hunted when they were supposedly present as soon as they were hunted.

Even if I say that it's impossible to mislead the crusade count on the system of registration cards, the Alliance coalition is about to become a guru and roll up the gold, what might they say? Then it's muddy because you can't show any evidence.

"So what do you say we bring evidence of the hunt this time, and as soon as you're convinced, you pay the asking fee and the brokerage fee?"

"... May I?

It wasn't me Mr. Village Chief saw, Mr. Frank.

I nodded because Mr. Frank saw me.

"… let's treat it as a special case"

"... thank you!

Then after the village chief left by signing the requisition form I had produced, I was called to the reception room to explain it to Frank and the others.

"It didn't seem like it would be enough to make it special."

"This is like an upfront investment for the future."

Surprised Mr. Frank, Mr. Ectre is waiting for my words unchanged as he may think.

"When there are more demons in the future, if you are distrustful of the Alliance or reluctant to make a request, and the damage increases, there will be no ex or child."

"... is that so too"

Two of the winds convinced me once.

No, Mr. Ector opened his mouth even as he hesitated.

"Do you think there will be more demons in the future?

"Yes, it could be harder for the village to bear the full amount. Raise taxes or debt, you might want to do something about it."

"Not so..."

Ah, yabba. I may have said too much.

"If you're ready, don't worry, I hope you can think about it to a certain extent"

"... ok"

It was a face you would never understand. It feels like the measures are being discussed in my head.

I didn't want to stir up anxiety, but I decided to think positively about what would be better than weirdly more damage.