The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

"It's a snug workshop."

Deanna told him to make a fool of himself, looking left and right.

All Loran has to do is deal with her attitude, remembering when she was in The Golden Eagle, and she's about to atrophy.

"Mr. Deanna. What the hell are you doing..."

"Oh, what's that attitude? Can't this workshop offer decent hospitality to visitors?

Loran gets stuck a lot.

I can't argue.

"What is it, Mr. Loran? Is something wrong?

Range makes a little face.

Deanna put a cold glance at such a lange.

"Range, it's a customer. I need to talk to her. You have tea."

Loran put Deanna through the reception.

She looked at the reception and behaved like she had made another fool of herself.

After a glimpse of the room, he joins his knees and arms, with a chilling grin on his mouth.

Range felt bad watching Deanna while serving tea.

(What the hell is that? That's a lot more expensive. Looks like you know Mr. Loran, but what the hell kind of guy is he?

Range sat next to Loran and glanced at her with a giraffe.

Loran wanted to avoid any harm to her until Range, so he told her to back off, but Range didn't listen.

On the contrary, Range speaks to her.

"So? If you're also a senior member of The Golden Eagle, what the hell is it for our workshop?

Range did not even try to hide the sharpness of its guillary eyes, but asked the fighting hips.

She doesn't answer that, she doesn't even put it on her teeth just to snort with Hung.

Range stares at her with increasing frustration.

"Mr. Deanna. What the hell can I do for you?

Now Loran asks, but Deanna doesn't answer that either, and sees the refined iron in the corner of the room.

(Iron D. Something crude, maybe? Well, that's where Loran's workshop is, isn't it?)

Deanna decided that this was the limit of this workshop.

(You don't pick up the major stores, so you're selling crude products to your Zero Adventure Alliance opponents. pathetically. This will crumble this workshop by the end of the month)

She concludes so by pointing a strangely satisfying grin at Lorraine and the others.

"Let's be frank. You can put us under the umbrella of the Golden Eagle."

"What do you mean?

"Daily life can be tough in such a snug workshop, right? So we're here to help you."

"I'm not in trouble enough for you to pity me."

Range said with a sense of struggle.

Deanna ignores it without dealing with her again.

(Huff. Absolutely, a good thing of prestige. You can't go against us anyway.

"I don't know. Mr. Lorraine, are you willing to do business with us?

"That... depends, of course, on the terms..."

Range will look like he chewed up a bitter bug when he heard it.

I said I wasn't convinced.

"Fine. So here's the thing, so what do you say? Iron A in 100 Gold."

"100 gold iron a......"

"The rest of the guilds will wholesale iron with it. You guys are gonna do it, aren't you?

She just gets an intimidating look here.

(Heh. What do you think? You wouldn't be able to achieve this in your workshop if you stood upside down?

She imagined Loran and the others desperately coming to say, "I can't do that".

Buy it at a slightly higher price somehow, I beg you.

At the end of the day, go down to the dungeon.

That's how the scattered phrase, thrust Loran's workshop off the cliff.

That's how she and Lucius have always risen.

"What do you think? Mr. Loran? Can you sell Iron A for a hundred gold?

"Yeah, that's fine."

Loran gave his full consent.

"I guess so. I knew you couldn't. But, well, if what you guys are saying is a little more expensive... what? Yes, okay?

"Yeah, I don't mind."

Loran replied with a smile.

To be honest, The Spirit's Factory was unwilling to compete with iron.

The main product of "Spirit's Factory" is "Earthcraft," so rather, iron was becoming a disturbing thing to put away.

Because I made it and I don't have the body to throw it away, I store it in the warehouse, but Range told me, "Please decide what to do with it soon."

And there came Deanna all the boats and all the ships.

"No, it would be helpful if you could buy it for 100 gold"

Loran said with a full smile.

"How do I receive it? We don't have enough men right now. I'd appreciate it if you'd come and get it from me."

I said it like Range didn't bluff.

Deanna gets upset.

(Hey, what the hell, these guys. Why are you so confident when you say you're being bought? Do you know where you stand?

In Deanna's original plan, Loran ate up all the time, and this one was the dimension of buying you a little more for the price above.

After completely nostalgic that way, he makes another obfuscation about where he came to the guild, jerking off, breaking his contract.

If you see him begging miserably, "Please buy it," Jill the boulder will cut him off, too.

It was such a mystery that she got totally confused.

"What's wrong with you? Mr. Deanna."

"You don't look well. Are you all right, sir?

Loran and Range look at Deanna silently bluish and peek into her complexion worryingly.

The attitude of the two more and more upset Deanna.

"What, yeah. It's okay. It's okay."

"Really? Good."

"So, receive. What do you want to do? You want to buy iron from us, don't you?

Hearing Lange's words, Deanna had blood on her head.

"Become. Aren't you Bakka? You wouldn't buy it, would you? Who deals with such a shoddy workshop? I don't want it to be 100 gold. I'm just here to tease you. Don't get me wrong."

Saying so, she left the workshop to escape.

Loran and Range remained silent for a while and kept looking at where she was sitting with a strange look on her face.

"Um, Mr. Loran"

"What?

"What is he doing here? When you say you buy from yourself, you don't buy it, you wish it down. I don't know what that means."

"... sorry. I don't know either."

Loran turned his eyes to the iron piled in the corner of the room.

Being crude, they were emitting some lonely dull light.

After leaving the store, Deanna manages to calm down and try to sort things out about what happened now.

(What the hell is that? That attitude. Show me some room.)

She walks down the road punctuated.

The more time passed, the more angry I got.

Above all, I was angry at myself for disturbing those people to that extent.

(There's no way you can make a fortune on 100 gold of iron.

So you're not willing to do business. I'm sure Alchemy Guild is a cover, and Loran is Lillianne's hippo. It's pretty much from Lillianne, so you're playing guild on the road. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

That's what Deanne thought and managed to keep her mind stable.

On his return from a meeting with Uncle Elsen, Lucius had a flashing face and was in a carriage.

Lucius recalls the conversation he had with Uncle Elsen earlier.

The two had already dined together several times and continued to have unimpeded conversations and socializations, but today, Uncle Elsen finally got to the point.

"Actually, my daughter's getting married soon."

said Uncle Elsen.

"Oh, that's congratulations"

"So I wanted to prepare some silverware for the storage tools. I'm looking for a good alchemist, but I can't find one. I heard you were in a guiding position in the city's Alchemy Guild."

"No. I can't believe it's a guiding position. Everyone's just asking me to do a wrap-up."

"It was nothing else that called you in. I want you to take part in the Silver Fine Products Review, which I'm hosting, and the guild under your umbrella."

"Is it a review meeting…?

"Uhm. That's not a one-time thing, either. Every year, it's going to be a big event on this land that opens. Wouldn't that be great? Alchemists from all over the city meet together to showcase each piece with more on their arms. If this makes the city's alchemists compete, they should make an exceptional leap in the alchemists' technology in our territory. The review itself could be a tourist resource for the city. Then my territory will be a great city for alchemists."

Uncle Elsen took a gesture of exaggerating his hands as if drawing a vision.

It seemed that there was already a glorious picture of the future in his head.

"Ha..."

"We intend to allow any alchemist, regardless of his identity, origin or strength, to enter the competition. Awards are also available in many varieties to give opportunities to less powerful alchemists and guilds. If even alchemists who are not currently Yang's eyes now have a chance to gain fame, they should be excited to join us. The event will be exciting. An unprecedented free idea may emerge. Isn't that wonderful? That's why I want you to join your umbrella guild. Of course the winning prize is going to play. I'm looking forward to your work."

Lucius was disappointed that he thought he could get aristocratic ink for "The Golden Eagle".

(Absolutely. This is why the one called nobility. Doing all the extra work on the road. The corner, he said, brings the city's alchemy guild together. If there is such a thing as free competition, it would be very damaging.)

Lucius also didn't like Uncle Elsen's low ratings for himself.

I didn't expect you to be treated as one of the participants instead of trying to treat him or his guild special.

Lucius was grumpy while in the carriage, but by the time he came in front of the 'Golden Eagle' headquarters, he had already regained his usual leeway.

(Fair enough. This is my chance to show you my power. I will let this city know that there is no need except for the guild under the umbrella of the 'Golden Eagle', and that all but the guild under my rule is Zako. If you sell it to Uncle Elsen in the tunnel that way, you will eventually have to ink Uncle Elsen and The Golden Eagle. Even 'Guardian of the Magic Tree' is easy to crush, as long as you get aristocratic ink. You'll have complete control of the city in a few moments)

Lucius returned to the 'Golden Eagle' headquarters. No, or immediately ordered the Alchemy Guild under his umbrella to create a silvercraft piece for a review hosted by Uncle Elsen.

Nor did I forget to give any order at the same time that no guild should compete in a qualitative meeting other than in the name of the 'Golden Eagle'.