The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

At the end of the top talks, I decided to accompany Sophia, who broke up with Mr. Bernardo for dinner buyout.

No matter how safe I say, I can't leave a weak girl alone who's just come to town.

"Luneville usually has 800 stores, too."

Sophia said that emotionally as the two of us headed to church with vegetables and flour and other ingredients in their hands.

"Guys, we have our usual meals."

"That's right. I was wrong because I heard the Guild Branch cafeteria was full of cows."

Sophia laughs bitterly.

It's hard not to deny, but it's about eating out and we all cook ourselves normally at home.... Well, it should cost you labor or something, but I admit it can be cheaper than making your own poorly.

"Fish and stuff are higher than acradists on boulders, but the vegetables were amazing at how cheap they were!

"River fish is cheap, right? It's a no-go period, so I'm not on the market."

"Oh, I also heard about the salt grill! Actually, I'm looking forward to it!

I walked in such a peaceful exchange, Sophia accidentally stopped,

"... my sister, I'm sorry!

And I bowed my head.

I didn't know what it meant to be apologized for, and besides, I was in the middle of a crowd environment, so I couldn't help but get my head up.

The look on Sophia's face raised was serious, so she decided to sit on the bench in Central Square, which was just around the corner, and listen. Here, there's a lot of clutter and they don't listen to you the other way around, and the people you're listening to are easy to tell.

"Uh... what's going on all of a sudden?

"Yes...... Actually, I listened... to the priest..."

I didn't put it on my face, but I was pretty upset on the inside. If it's about evil gods, she's in danger. In some cases, we might have to set up an early showdown.

Sophia put her strength into her hand grabbing the hem and eventually raised her face and pointed her straight eyes at me.

"The priest thinks you're the vessel of God..."

"... what?

[God's vessel] has inherent skills... but that's not exactly what this is about, is it?

Sophia continues with a serious look on her face, tilting her neck by accident.

"I was talking to someone from the church... and when I could confirm it, he said he'd ask me to be pope"

"... that's a little troublesome"

Skills, of course, are reassuring that evil gods don't seem to have anything to do with it, as well as new hassles.

Isn't the Pope the highest ranking of Latvesterianism? Definitely not.

"But why would you apologize for that?

Sophia bowed her head in momentum when she wondered if she had shaken her body all the time.

"Sorry!! I found out that your sister was a village to the priest......!

Whew.

I almost said so unexpectedly, and it hurriedly suppressed her because it would blame her.

The discovery that it was a village meant that people were also known to twist and kill evil gods.

... Is that it?

Why is that the vessel of God?

Could they be interpreting cheats positively like the Great Spirits?

"As your sister put it, they didn't say anything else about it. So I don't think I said it face to face... I think the villagers were overheard talking..."

What a mistake to hear fragments and possibly be a vessel of God?

Oh... so when we talked about the material, I didn't even try to doubt it.

That sucks...... You can't do bad things.

Well, it's more than a hassle not knowing, right?

Let's think so.

After that, we had a conversation for a while and carried our bags to church, where we returned to the branch to ripen up our evening work.

From the next day onwards, every day we ripen normal business that is not so different from before the arena was created.

The school seems to manage better, so I decided to start another attempt as a devil/evil god remedy in the event of something.

"Ilia, please register"

"I'm in awe"

Receive the registration certificate provided with the requisition form and proceed with the order registration.

Beside that, I check the status of the woman standing in front of me.

"Mr. Clara, I have one suggestion, can you listen?

"Of course. What?

"Actually, this time, the branch and the armoury workshop are going to form a partnership."

This story is true.

A partnership agreement was signed with several blacksmiths to supply weapons to the arena. So you can make the weapons you propose from here, and as a workshop, you will be blessed with the opportunity to wave the products you have made.

Weapons are no exaggeration when it comes to the lives of guilders.

Naturally, Mr. Clara seemed interested in my words.

"I had a prototype sword the other day, so I'd like you to help me test it."

The object I put out while saying is a knife shorter than a katana...... Japanese knife.

Even if you try to pull it out of the sheath, [appraisal] those who do not possess the skills will not know the part that is supposed to be the prototype.

"An exam... Sounds like better stuff than commercial stuff, but it doesn't seem like anything particularly unusual?

"I can't say very loudly that it incorporates stone shards, so when you can use magic, auxiliary magic is starting to activate. It's in the prototype phase, so its effects are weak."

"Heh..."

The only reason it's weak is because I restricted the technology offering. Hehe.

I said the faults, but I look at her expression and I'm sure things are going exactly as I think they are.

"When I say exam, I don't want you to do anything complicated, I want you to tell me how you feel about using it."

"Is that all you need?

"Yes. They don't verify enough in action. We will also offer separate rewards"

Sales talks that block the way out.

When I was feeling bad, Clara eventually put her knife in her sheath and held it beside her.

"Okay. I'll help you with the exam."

"Thank you"

Return the requisition form and registration certificate that you withheld even after the registration was completed so as not to break the lower back of the story.

"Please note that crusades outside the area in question do not count.... good luck."

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Dropping off Mr. Clara and his associates leaving the branch, reassuring them that the first phase of the attempt was completed.

An attempt is to have a weapon skill that fits the aptitude that person should have developed.

A weapon that can activate witchcraft without having to be a magician is meant to interest the opponent in the weapon, and it means nothing more.

If it's not a rare metal like the psycholeptic metal (Orihalcon), it's not durable enough to produce the magic's original effect.

Clara had developed [chain surgery] skills with a whip, but her original propriety was a knife in [swordsmanship] skills.

Due diligence tends to develop nature and its skills when using the relevant items, unless it is also a strong hobby of the person. So I'm sure she didn't use anything other than a whip.

Whatever it is, if you don't try it, you won't know if it's aptitude, and it leaks a dry laugh that it's with the talent you said in your previous life.

I didn't have any talent, though!

Every day I ripen my job while continuing my attempts to stretch appropriateness somewhat.

Of the new facilities, instead of having much to do with the arena, I used to visit churches on a regular basis.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to approach Mr. Bernardo in two ways, but I can't even leave it to the tenacious front of me to try to build a school, and I'm still on my way to church.

The church, which arrived with greetings from different policemen, was getting ready to take classes such as desks, chairs, blackboards and chalks.

"Oh, Mr. Ilia. Sorry I couldn't pick you up."

"Don't worry about it. Quick, but here's the year-round lesson plan."

"Thank you for taking the time. What are you talking about? Come here."

I really wanted to say no without any trouble, but weirdly saying no here is also suspicious the other way around, so I decided to obey him heavily.

Two of them have been in church, Mr. Bernardo and Sophia, and they live and live in church rooms.

The church is quite large, so with the exception of the chapel and canteen, there are eight classrooms the size of Japan. You think there are two rooms on the ground floor and six on the second floor and a small private room on the third floor where the church lives? He also said he had a blackboard and a desk in most of the rooms on the ground and second floors, so I know exactly what Bernardo meant.... I just pray not to be empty.

I was led to the dining room in the back of the ground floor and sat face to face with Mr. Bernardo at the edge of the long desk.

"Is it reading, arithmetic, science, society, and cartographers, family medicine for physical education, and morality"

"Yes."

Mr. Bernardo will roll up the paper and see what he learns in each subject.

I think reading is probably what I wrote in Mandarin. It's character reading and writing, so they converted it that way.

"Oh, um... Mr. Ilia"

"Yes?"

Mr. Bernardo, who had a slightly less tense voice, looked pale without heart.

"Can anyone tell me all this content..."

What are you talking about?

"Teachers are also looking to study"

"As long as it takes..."

"Teachers in cartography, physical education and family studies can also be hired by those in their respective professions. Reading, arithmetic, science, and society hire each person in charge, or one person in charge of more than one."

Daikanya, I know Mr. Bernardo was going to tell me with you, but I think he butted into a lot of it.

I wonder if there are quite a few adults in Japan who say it's their first glance, even at the lower elementary school level.

"Maybe we can train teachers this year."

"Right..."

Mr. Bernardo, who has not acknowledged it at all.

I don't know what drives him this far, but it's not profitable, and I think he's thinking purely of the kids.

"If so, shall we hold regular workshops?"

"Workshop, is it?

"Yes, this is the place for teachers to gather together to explain important points in teaching or to supplement what is difficult to understand"

Whatever, maybe I could write something like a textbook guide.... I knew I couldn't. I'm not sure.

I had no problem at all for what I study because my comprehension and memory are cheats, but on the other hand, I don't know where it's hard for others to understand.

Even the worry of being overly luxurious (?) I know, so I manage to mislead you.

"I'll leave it to you either way. Is there anything else wrong at the moment?

"No. You're securing teachers for the moment...... We can't recruit students for not having the right people to teach."

Even if you look at that look that drooped out, all you have there is your disappointment in the lack of power.

I have no evil feelings.

Assuming there was no influence of evil gods... I decided to ask what I cared about.

"I think it's a strange story that I suggested... but I was surprised to hear that the priest could take the lead"

"I say something different again. You know the church is an orphanage and an educational institution, right?

To Mr Bernardo's words, I showed them first hand.

"Yes, but that was normal only for those who belonged to the Church...... Because the priest himself did not think that the premise would be overridden."

Some people...... no, from more than 80% of people who hold priesthood status, there's nothing I can do to get reprimanded for saying my question is impolite.

But as expected, Mr. Bernardo just smiled bitterly as the bat looked bad.

"I respect you."

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly cut back, I was surprised with vegetables.

It seemed uncomfortable to him, and keep the conversation going.

"It's not just you. Dear Guider Eina, or Lord Jean the Priest...... I respect those who have produced wonderful ideas. I am in this position because I want more people to know the idea...... If you say the depths of your heart, you just want to be showcased in the splendour of the Lord...... maybe it is"

To be ashamed somewhere, Mr. Bernardo is smiling bitterly.

"I also decided to at least act on this matter because I was impressed by your loving thoughts. But in the end, you may have wanted to take away the praise you receive."

It's remorse to look so despicable.

Maybe preaching wasn't working either, like there was a teacher problem earlier.

"Did people say anything to you?

He shook his head to the side.

Though, I'm not the kind of person who would take the lead here.

"At first sight, I think. I wonder what a shallow person I am. That makes me feel like I'm going to drive for the foundation of a great will, humble to me."

When I heard it was going to drive me, for a moment the influence of evil gods passed my back of my brain.

But I don't think it's possible given its content. Instead, you're a lower bitch, and you're not ashamed to do that, and it's more like an evil god to hunt you down.

Because widening the gap in the mind and taking over is the usual means of the type of evil gods and demons possessed by the spirit.

I mean, the air is heavy.

You say you can think of someone serious, but you don't have to get rid of the evil spirits.

"No matter how noble you speak of your will, don't you think it makes no sense if you can't spread it?

"It's..."

Mr Bernardo has said it all, but of course I know what he wants to say.

"No matter how great an idea you create, if no one can embody it, it's just no different than a delusion. Who devises it or spreads it... Either way, it doesn't take shape, so don't you think there's no way to think about superiority or inferiority?

That's what makes equality a religion.

There is no objection to my disrespectful remarks, but Mr. Bernardo does not react as he accepts. I decided to change the subject because I might not be accepted as a devout person after all.

"Regardless of who says anything about the school, Mr. Bernardo's accomplishments are greater."

In the first place, that's not what I thought.

"If you hadn't moved like this, it would have taken more time to get here. No matter how much you thank me, it's not enough. … so be more confident"

Looking straight at Mr Bernardo's gaze, I will give him my best indication that this word is sincere.

"You're doing great."

You don't have to despise that.

I don't know if you've conveyed everything you want to say, and I don't know if you've convinced me of that.

But Mr. Bernardo loosened his face like he was being taken aback,

"... thank you"

That's what I said and smiled.