The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

When the refugee convoy was also successfully completed and a few days later.

Luneville will have an arena and the whole city will be even more vibrant.

With the creation of the second annex, which became the second building of the branch cafeteria, the halls of the branch were not as crowded as the anomalies.

So I can make a break normal, and I can afford to see people on that break.

The problem was with the other guy.

"... let's hear what you have to say"

I should have tried and said calmly who I was questioned...... a glimmer of sweat conveyed Yorke's cheek.

In one of the rooms of the Inn where the elves are staying, between the elders, the york, and my three, on both sides of the pattern as large as a fist, a protruding spear of an elongated cone… in terms of something close, the Pilm Mouliaris is seated.

What to hide, tormented the Divine Beast (?) It was a god fixture.

Are you somewhat used to my gaze, Yorke glances off and leans down once.

And I looked up as if I had made up my mind.

"I've been entrusted with processing, so it's a matter of discussion and decision with fairies and ghost boys alike"

Even the elders are lightly distracted by the sweat.

Can't we have a proper discussion on the boulder in this state?

That's what I thought, exhaled and strained. Distracted, Yorke also exhaled deeply.

"... don't forget the influence of the artifact, did you?

"... Yes"

To an unexpectedly strong affirmation, I decided to wait for the words to follow.

"Ah, bury the divine implements in that place and sleep until the opportunity to truly stand on the tabular stage of history...... I thought that was inherently the way the artifact sleeps. But I can't say that its power is unlikely to be in the hands of anything that wants ruin."

That's why I told you to bury it.

Well, don't insert your mouth because Yorke never acts without thought.

"I have decided that the place where the Divine Fixtures can safely wait for their opportunity and never cross evil... is beside you"

"You want me to keep the artifact?

"Oh, a lot to fear......!

I transfer my gaze to the Divine Fixture. Displayed in [Eye of God] is the Divine Spear Vishva.

I wonder how many this is.

I don't want to get involved in the "opportunity for the god's things to be played out" any more...

Nevertheless, it is also true that you will understand what Yorke says.

"... ok"

To a squeezed voice after troubled, Yorke bowed after slightly exhaling his relieved breath.

No, I tried to prostrate myself, so I stuck my mouth in it.

"subject to conditions"

"Yes, sir"

Scary yolk.

Heh. Did you think I'd accept trouble with charity?

Too bad!

Send the elders back inside.

On my terms, they hardened.

The resulting water polo envelops the elders so as to control the elders who tried to move out shortly afterwards.

"I'm in awe!

"Bobble, bobble, bobble!" (Yorke, you, you!

It's like telling me to run away before my will changes, but Yorke, who could carry a water polo, left Luneville to go. It was surreal that the elves who noticed the commotion were suppressing the elders trying to get out of the water polo by all means.

Either way, now, zero deductions for each trouble.

That was a good deal, and I'm on my way back to the branch.

"Ah, Ilia, welcome home"

"I'm home, Leah"

"Pi!"

"Haku, I'm home"

He jumped in, Huck. He strokes while holding him.

I knew the branch would be relieved.

... Oh, my God, I was sweet thinking about that.

There's a customer in the reception room.

"Sir?"

Leah snorts.

I waited, but I was uncomfortable that I was in no hurry at all, but Leah explained to me that she guessed me like that.

"I'm actually a customer of Mr. Frank's, but when Ilaria got back, he said he'd definitely like to see me."

"... it is. Thanks."

I don't have much time left for breaks, but I also decided to head to the reception room to make it rude to keep them waiting.

When I knocked, I heard Mr. Frank invite in from across the door.

"Excuse me."

"Sister!

Embraced.

When she suppressed the upset with her tough mental strength to find out who she was dealing with, she had blue hair, a puppet girl she'd seen.

The girl's name is Sophia.

The first time I met her was on the altar of sacrifice.

She was a witch chosen for the sacrifice of the Evil God when she was wearing the [shackles of a witch] that I was wearing now.

"Long time no see, Sophia"

"Long time no see! I went to work as a new church teacher!

Dyed her cheeks red with illumination, saying so, she pulls a step back and shows the clothes she is wearing.

The monastic clothing, which is brown, collar and sleeve close to the black she is wearing, is definitely Latvesterian.

"This, Sophia. Excuse me in front of the Branch Chief."

"Oh, su, excuse me!

"I don't mind."

To Sophia, who bows her head over and over again, a refreshing response, as usual, Mr. Frank.

It was a common man who sat before him and admonished Sophia, and what he was wearing made Sophia's monastic clothes a little extravagant.

Noticed my gaze, the man stood up and bowed.

"It's been a while, Mr. Ilia. It's good to see you again."

"Long time no see, priest. I'm glad, too."

I'm more surprised than that, though.

It is worthwhile to try and behave as usual, and peaceful exchanges are exchanged without anything.

Bernardo Galtmann, a man of the common.

A man who was a priest in the city to which the village belonged, where he was performing sacrificial rituals, and after the evil gods were gone, he began to visit the village for preaching.

Since then, nothing has changed except that I have grown old smoothly.

Just one thing.

occupations displayed in [the eyes of God], who were possessed by evil gods, except that it was written that