The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

"What, what is it?

The elf girl suddenly tapered back to alert the man she had been talking to.

She seemed scared of Loran.

"How can an elf have alchemy skills..."

With that said, the elf girl stares at Loran with a hack.

(This guy, how could you give me my skills...)

For a while, they looked at each other wonderfully about each other.

"Um, can I help you with your daughter?

As Loran turned to his voice, there was a mother like elf for the girl.

She had an elf-like and youthful appearance, which was so unlikely to be childbearing, but on the other hand, expressions and tricks conveyed that there was quite a bit of mother-specific sadness there, struggling between parenting and life.

Like her daughter, she also looks at Loran as if she was scared of being the type of person she knows.

"Excuse me, I represent an alchemy guild called The Spirit's Factory."

"Alchemy…"

"I was somewhat concerned and let your daughter's skills be appraised, and she had a bunch of alchemy skills, starting with silver craftsmanship, so it depended on me being surprised and sticking with her voice"

"Appraisal......, are you an appraiser?

"Yeah. That's unusual. I can't believe I even have 'silver craftsmanship', 'product development' and 'product design' even though I'm an elf. And it still looks like there's a stretch bill."

(This guy... spot this kid's skills that far in a flash of certainty... I've never seen a standing appraiser like this before.)

"Excuse me, how the hell did your daughter get alchemy?

"Here's a little..."

She looked around with a chirp to worry about her gaze from around her.

"Would you like to talk about it in the store if you don't mind?

Elf's mother said with a little laugh.

It was a smile I could tell I was laughing because I couldn't.

Loran decided to go indoors according to her recommendations.

The florist run by Elf had a wide variety of flowers blooming in colour.

Elves have the ability to let nature through their minds and to promote the growth of grass trees.

I guess I grew it with that power, I see it was a great assortment of boulders.

There were blooms there, from seasonal flowers to flowers that were not supposed to bloom at this time of year, so much so that I wondered if there were any flowers that didn't bloom in this store.

However, the display of the goods and the manner in which the price tag was attached did not catch up, and management did not seem to be doing well.

Elf's mother gave Loran to the back room after closing the store.

So once again she introduced herself with her daughter.

My daughter's name is Chial.

Her mother's name is Sills, for example.

"When she was a little girl, she lived in a Dwarf cave."

"Dwarf's? How the hell?"

"Once upon a time there was a dispute between the elves and the dwarves. At that time, our settlement was attacked, and that's when they took her away."

"That's what..."

"He was treated as a prisoner, so it seems like he wasn't treated badly and he didn't do anything abusive, but somehow he learned alchemy from a dwarf he knew there"

"So much alchemy skills..."

Dwarves were familiar with alchemy because they lived in caves and made it their business to process ore from which they could be harvested.

If you learned alchemy from Dwarf, it's no wonder you have all this alchemy skills.

"After the Dwarf, he was returned safely, but after he returned, he was hiding and practicing his alchemy."

Chial got embarrassed when Sills said so.

Apparently in an elf household, my daughter was not taken very comfortably for proficiency in alchemy.

"Um, why don't you let her work in my workshop, if that's okay? My workshop is looking for a good alchemist right now. It may be a little complicated for your parents, but if you have all this alchemy skills and qualities, you can treat them immediately as an instant battle force, and we'll have the same treatment as an S-class silver craftsman."

"Class S..."

Sills looked a little breathtaking.

It seemed surprising to her that her daughter would tell her she had that much talent, too.

"There's nothing wrong with having all this qualities but not taking advantage of them. Would you please let me hire you at my place?

"That's... I need to talk to my husband"

Elf's mother replied vaguely with a troubled grin, how obedient she seemed to her husband.

Loran tried suggesting that Chial's father let his daughter work in the workshop.

But the reply back from Elf's father was indescribable.

"No! I refuse to allow my daughter to work in an alchemist's workshop."

Chial's father, Isua, was a typical stubborn jerk.

He also looked elf-like and youthful, but still can never deceive the age of seeping out of the atmosphere.

When I was upset, the deep wrinkles floating between my eyebrows asked me about the stubborn stereotypes that I had cultivated over the years.

"Alchemy is Dwarf's business. I'll never admit what it's like to have a daughter beat up metal in that hole."

He was biased against the Dwarves.

There was a deep conflict between the elves and the Dwarves, and they hated each other.

Isaiah had previously rooted in the fact that Dwarves had discarded mercury in his hometown, the forest river.

That's why the elves were also biased against the alchemy that many of the dwarves produce, with reason to the point of hating the kid.

Loran said the only thing he wanted to have it thial was the silver craftsmanship, which wouldn't let him imitate it rough, but Issua wasn't convinced.

"Besides, isn't the workshop a smoky, coaly, airy place? We elves can't breathe right away unless we're surrounded by green and clean water. But you can't keep your daughter in an unclean space any longer when you say you're hungry for clean air all over a city like this."

Isaiah was a merchant who came from the land of elves.

Everyone comes to this city, which is a free city, regardless of nationality, race or race, for the purpose of commerce and adventure, but Isaiah was coming to this city to buy weapons.

He is prejudiced and abhorrent to Dwarf and Alchemy, but he cannot remain unrelated from war and territorial strife with the Elf Country and must rely on weapons.

That's why the poor lottery, such as being sent to the city, was a good place, but by spoiling for the Elf Country, selling flowers and buying weapons, he was somehow making a living here.

"Anyway. I'm not going to let my daughter work for you. Just go home."

Loran was disappointed and left the elf florist behind.

The next day, Loran was having a meeting with Lillianne at the example coffee shop.

"So I'm glad you're delivering 150 pieces of 'Groundcraft' this month"

Lillianne said as she looked at the documents Loran had presented.

"Yeah, please"

"It's about time a new dungeon emerged. We need to get groundcraft ready for that."

"Looks like we can attack two or more dungeons next month?

"You're still tough."

Last month, he was the 'Guardian of the Magic Tree' who acquired possession of one dungeon, but was taken by the 'Golden Eagle' as far as the other two dungeons are concerned.

About three dungeons appear steadily in the city each month, but until last month, all three were in possession of the 'Golden Eagle'.

That's why the second-order Adventurer Guild, starting with "Guardian of the Magic Tree," managed to earn money by either collecting resources before the "Golden Eagle" attacked the dungeon, doing the quest, or allowing him to participate in the post-clearance resource gathering.

This month, the main unit of the "Guardian of the Magic Tree" led by Lillianne managed to attack one dungeon ahead of the "Golden Eagle," but as usual it was to be acquired by the "Golden Eagle" with regard to the remaining two dungeons.

I couldn't help it.

The basic unit of the Dungeon Exploration Unit is thirty.

"The Golden Eagle" holds three troops made up of thirty elite men who can withstand the deep exploration of the dungeon.

It was impossible to prepare that many troops for the other guilds.

Even the second largest guild in the city, the Guardian of the Magic Tree, is best equipped with one unit when it becomes an elite thirty.

"Really? Mr. Lillianne's in trouble, too."

"Yeah, really. Considering the fate of the Alliance rests on my shoulders. There's a lot of pressure."

Lillianne gave a slightly tired look.

"Somehow, I wish I could build another main unit..."

"... right"

Loran replied with the appearance that his mind was not here.

Lillianne looks at Loran more with her uncut eyes.

(Still, you haven't recovered from the pain of exile?

Lillianne remembers Loran when she was just banished from her guild.

He looked exactly like a dumped puppy back then.

Compared to that time, it looks a lot like I've re-held it now.

Still looked like Lillianne, as she was still dragging somewhere.

It was Loran who now had him supported as his backside, but Lilianne wanted him to return as an adventurer.

And if I can, I want Loran to create another main force for The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

What's more, I want you to command that unit.

In that case, it was no dream either to occupy two dungeons and gain an advantage over the 'Golden Eagle'.

She tries to say something, but sees Loran's worried expression and clasps his mouth.

(You're still forbidden to rush)

She regains the soft grin of watching Loran.

(Slowly wait for him to regain his confidence)

On the other hand, Loran was full of heads about the elf girl I met yesterday, Chial.

(I don't deserve to hold my neck to the circumstances of Elf's family. But she...)

Loran remembers her skill composition again.

It's not just qualities.

She had an extraordinary interest and enthusiasm for alchemy.

I can't miss that.

"Time to get out"

Lillianne takes up her seat when Loran is lost in things.

Loran returned to me with a hack to her voice.

(You shouldn't. Even though Mr. Lillianne is in front of you now)

Loran put aside one end about Chial and regained consciousness in his response to her.

"I'll take you on your way."

"Oh, thank you"

Lillianne smiled and accepted Loran's offer.

"Did you hear me say that? Uncle Elsen's Silver Fine Products Review"

Lillianne has been shaking the subject as she is ridiculing herself as she walks the road.

"Silver craftsman? Like I heard somewhere."

(Oh, if you say so, Mr. Zens said. Some nobleman said he'd hold a silver craftsmanship review for his daughter's dowry tools)

"That's what you heard. A colleague of mine said it was because of the review. Lucius gave me unscrupulous terms again and said I was in trouble."

"Why don't you also list 'Spirit's Factory'?

"What? Can we even list it?

"Yeah, Uncle Elsen says he's looking for an alchemist to attend a wide range of quality reviews, no matter the format or size of the guild. Looks like you're expecting a push across the alchemy industry, enhanced competitiveness, and the discovery of talent."

"That's right..."

"So why don't you join 'Spirit's Factory'? Just sign up at the Quest Reception and you'll be able to participate."

"Yeah, but we have a silver mechanic..."

"Well, come on, think about that. By the way..."

Lilianne had a pranky grin.

"As always, you can't put it in the corner, Mr. Loran."

"A pretty girl has been giving Mr. Loran a hot glance for a while now."

She sends a glimpse to the back.

Lorraine also looks in that direction, and a stubborn ear peeks out of the shadow of the building.

It was an elf's ear.

"Oh, Chial?

"Were you still acquainted with Mr. Loran? I beg your pardon."

"What? But..."

"Looks like that kid wants to talk to Mr. Loran. Mr. Loran would like to talk to that girl, too, wouldn't he?

Lillianne said with a smile that sees everything through.

Loran grinned bitterly.

(I knew you were no match for this guy)

"... excuse me. Always let me care."

"No. So if you can concentrate on your job, it's cheap."

Lillianne turns her fussy serious eyes to Loran.

"Taking talent lost on the road in the right direction. That's all you can do. Please be more confident."

"Thank you. Ms Lillianne. I'm sure her talent will benefit you as well as the Spirit Factory and the Guardian of the Magic Tree."

"Oh. That's exciting. What talent does Mr. Loran allow to blossom from that child? I hope so."

Lillianne thanked him for saying all that, leaving Loran on the spot and walking away.

Loran talks close to the stubborn ears peeking from the building.

"What's wrong with you? Here."

It was still Chial who was there.

She grinned like a solder.

"Come on. I can't give you a big one, but I'll treat you in the workshop."

Loran put her through to the reception room in the workshop.

Inside, she didn't speak, but when Loran waved an unobstructed topic, she finally started talking potpourri.

Loran got down to business where he relaxed.

"Chial, your father said he wasn't going to let you work in the workshop, but what about yourself? Are you going to do the alchemist's job?

She shyly nagged when she heard that, but nagged small and cocky.

"Oh well. I get it. That's all I need to hear. Chial. The guild" Spirit Factory "wants to officially scout you as a silver craftsman. Will you take it?

"But your father..."

"Fine, I'll try to convince you."

The next day, a new house was being built next to an elf florist.

The wooden walls were strewn with wooden twigs, and a door made of spreading, as if it were an elf house itself.

Even the house was very unlikely to be a place for people.

Everything in the room is surrounded by greenery, yet it is in the woods.

It was always a space filled with springs of fresh water and trees to be grown indoors.

The room is always filled with fresh air.

All the plants were bought from an elf florist.

"This is..."

After receiving the purchase of flowers from the Lord of this building, Isua, who visited the delivery, was perplexed to see the room.

It was like home to us.

There was a small wooden desk in the middle of the building, where the fountain sprang up, and on top of it lay the minimum fittings, starting with a gilt hammer carefully made only of handles, as well as a number of silverware items.

The elf girl sitting in front of her desk, Chial, still beats or bends silver with hardware to make silvercrafted pieces.

"Excuse me. I don't know why. She came in on her own, and I stopped, but I stopped listening."

Loran speaks to Issua from his back.

"You... of the Alchemy Guild..."

"It's Loran."

"You built this building."

Isaiah got into a complicated mood.

It was a mood that emerged from two emotions: the thought of a superior appearing to buy a lot of products from his shop and the creation of a troublesome neighbor.

"Look at this"

Loran shows many of Chial's products against Isaiah.

"This is what she made in this building."

"Stupid. You can make something so exquisite in a facility that can't even start a fire..."

"She is a silver craftsman with that much skill. Look at her."

Chial is a golden hammer, beating silver and freely changing the shape of silver as if kneading clay.

Silver is faintly reddish and emits heat.

Chial was free to manipulate the heat of silver by adding the Spirit to the silver.

Chial was working obsessively with his eyes shining.

(Wow. I've never seen such quality silver. I can easily make it the way I want it to)

Issua caught sight of Chial's alchemy more than expected.

Loran talks to Issua again, just in time for her work to go through a paragraph.

"Mr. Isua. I would never let her work in a dark, airless pit. It doesn't harm your daughter's health, and it doesn't make her do rough work like refining or molding. Please let me hire her in our guild."

"Father. I, I want to work for Mr. Loran. Please. Forgive me."

Isaac wandered at the whimpering thoughts of his own daughter.

"... on your own"

Isaac says so and leaves this place early.

Even in the bitterness of his face, there was seeping out some feeling of joy.

From the next day, highly refined, high-quality silver is transported in large quantities to the 'Forest House'.

In addition to jewellery such as rings, necklaces, hair decorations, brooches, earrings and bracelets, the silver transported became daily items such as deep and flat dishes, spoons and forks, and goblets, and was delivered one after the other to a warehouse outside the city.