The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

The Alchemy Guild, which participated in the Quality Review, presents at the booth a silver workmanship made more on each arm, but its silver quality, shaping beauty, originality and whichever it takes, it was clear that the "Spirit's Factory" was the best.

Range was absurd at the response of the tourists who had gathered in his booth.

"Gentlemen. There's no such thing as a philosophy here. It's just water. But when I put it in this silverware..."

When Range puts water in the silver goblet for the test, the clear water immediately clouds red.

On the spot, the scent spreads like fermentation.

The spectators bothered.

"The water is red!? What the hell is this? How the hell does that work?

"More than that this scent......, no way grape liquor?

"This goblet is the most strange silver workmanship in the world, inhabited by spirits who turn water into grape wine. Come on, folks, go ahead. Taste it."

When Range offers it, the tourists put their mouths on the contents of the goblet in turn, turning it.

"This is! It does taste like grape wine"

"And it's fine."

"I can't believe it. Is it true that the Spirit dwells?"

I'm thrilled to say it that way, what an aromatic scent, and all the guests who were looking at the other booths are concerned about the "Spirit Factory" booth and gather together.

By the time Lorraine and the others arrived, it was a mild fuss and Range was in trouble.

"Wow, you're such a great customer."

"Ah, Mr. Loran. Please help me out here quickly. I can't do this on my own."

Lange held a bottle of water in his right hand, a silver-working goblet in his left hand, and said to Loran only on his face.

"Alright, Arlier comes with water and Chial maintains the silver workmanship"

"" Yes ""

"Are you the one who made this goblet?

A customer asked Range.

"Oh, no, it's not me."

"So it's you?

Loran is asked next.

"No, not me."

"Then..."

"No way......"

Loran took Cheal's hand and offered it in front of the spectator.

"Gentlemen. Let me introduce you. I'm Chial, the silver engineer at The Spirit's Factory."

The tourists become more obsessed with the appearance of a girl who is not even old yet.

"What a girl like this..."

"And it's an elf."

"The Spirit lives in reason."

Chial gets noticed and looks embarrassed, but he gets a single voice of surprise and praise.

Uncle Elsen watched with emotion as people gathered in the booth of The Spirit's Factory.

(This is it. Isn't this what I was looking for)

A weak alchemy guild.

Anonymous, but up-and-coming, holder of a bottomless talent.

And an elf alchemist.

These elements satisfied his taste for things and his future orientation.

Lucius was flabbergasted to see the booth of The Spirit's Factory.

(Stupid. Why is this...)

"Ho. That girl. The design is still sweet, but sounds pretty muscular. I didn't know there was such an alchemist in this city."

Dawyn said somewhere as impressed as any other HR.

"Hey, what's going on? Why do they own Silver A?"

Lucius eats to Dowin.

"I don't know. That's not true. Why don't you ask the guild's tightening officer?

"Knock."

elsewhere the confusion of Lucius, and the booth of "The Spirit's Factory" continued to flourish, winning alone.

In the end, Chial's "Goblet in the Spirit" is chosen as the best work.

There will be an award ceremony.

Chial kneels in front of Uncle Elsen's daughter Hilda, who sits in a chair on a temporary stage, offering silver work.

The silver craftsmanship handed to Hilda was a more radiant silver craftsmanship, unlike the trial sample.

Hilda received the goblet and told him strictly.

"I give you the first Elsen Territorial Silver Fine Products Review, the Best Award"

"Yes, I'm happy to accept it"

(He said he didn't get very close to metal until just a little while ago. I can't believe I could not only be a silver mechanic, but also receive this kind of honor. Thanks to Mr. Loran for everything. Thank you)

A glimmer of tears passes on the cheek of the thial.

Hilda was upset.

"What's wrong? He said he was awarded it. What the hell makes you so sad that you're in tears like that?

Chial began to talk with tears wiped.

This time, although you appreciated it at the Quality Review, the "Spirit Factory" to which you belong is a weak guild.

No matter how good you make it, you can't wholesale it to the store and it never comes in with any income.

As it is, management goes bankrupt without standing.

If you do, you won't be able to make any more silver craftsmanship yourself.

Above all, I am sorry for the members of the guild who supported me in getting this far.

I can't help but grieve no matter how many fine awards I get when I think about it.

"Well, that's the situation."

Hilda turned to Uncle Elsen by her side.

"Father. Did you hear that?

"Um. I heard everything. I didn't know such circumstances existed. It is inertia for a talented alchemist to be incapable of activities due to such circumstances. Immediately protect the 'Spirit Factory' in the name of the Elsen family. Give" Spirit Factory "the ink of our Elsen family. Allow our family crest and name to be used in any future activities"

The venue was cheered up.

Blessing applause is offered to Chial.

Chial turned to Loran and tongued out pero.

Loran was half impressed with Chial's worldly excellence, half grinned bitterly.

(Chial guy. I'm not lying, but don't be ridiculous. Although I'm glad Uncle Elsen didn't notice me)

One, black flying object appeared in the sky as the venue was wrapped in applause.

It was Lillianne flying across the sky.

"Apparently you made it to the awards ceremony."

"Mr. Lillianne. Did you come?

Loran said happily.

"Yes, of course."

Lillianne winks and shows it.

Loran took Lillianne's hand and helped her land.

"Lillianne...... of the Class A adventurer of The Guardian of the Magic Tree?

Uncle Elsen is surprised by the unexpected intruder.

"Yeah, she's an investor in our guild. You have no track record of helping the Alliance for us since the time of Grasshopper."

"Congratulations on the award, Mr. Chial. I'm proud to be an investor."

"Thank you"

"So what do you say? Mr. Lillianne."

Uncle Elsen approaches Lillianne and talks.

"After this, we plan to invite Mr. Chial and members of The Spirit's Factory to dinner. Why don't you join the investors?

"Oh, do you mind? Then sweeten your words."

Lucius looked at Lillianne and she finally looked at each other.

(You think it's Lillianne? Loran and The Guardian of the Magic Tree were connected? Right. Is that what happened? Now we have a point. I wondered how I had rubbed silver A, but with the financial assistance of The Guardian of the Magic Tree, did I raise a refiner? And you're the one who was supplying Groundcraft to the Guardian of the Magic Tree? Loran!)

Lucius stares at Loran.

(I thought you were just doing fine as a weak guild, but you can't miss it more than this happened. Increase the total power of the Golden Eagle and let it crush you. Loran!)