The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

At the end of the quality review, Lucius, who returned to "Golden Eagle" headquarters, immediately acted in response to "The Spirit's Factory".

Gather the sides and work out measures.

"Deanna. Loran was connected to Lillianne"

"Yeah, I didn't know those two were connected."

Deanna said unexpectedly, as if she had just learned that fact.

"This solved all the mysteries. It was Loran's guild that supplied Groundcraft to the Guardian of the Magic Tree."

"That was a blind spot. If I'd known, I'd have taken care of it from the beginning."

Deanna says it all the time.

"The fact that he went out of his way to participate in the Silver Artisan Quality Review... probably means he has the soul nerve to make Silver Artisan the guild's main commodity. Then…, now, hold down the silver ore and all the mines that produce 'Earthcraft'. Stay away from the mines in the dungeons we hold, except those involved. Buy silver ore and 'Earthcraft' raw stones on the market without threads on gold. Put all the silver in this city under our control!

"Ha."

"And don't forget to put pressure on the stores and vendors that handle each alchemy guild and alchemy product. Make a threat that you will never deal again with the guild you traded with" The Spirit's Factory. "

"Ha."

And when Lucius had finished all the instructions, those nearby would leave with a bummer.

Although Lucius instructed him to take measures in this way, he could not yet be relieved.

("Guardian of the Magic Tree" holds one dungeon. I can't hold back the ore that comes out of it. Chip. When the next dungeon shows up, is it a fight? If I could hold down all three dungeons at that time, I could also put pressure on 'Guardian of the Magic Tree')

Lucius recalled Uncle Elsen's salt response to himself after the review.

Uncle Elsen started dating The Spirit's Factory, so his upcoming meeting with Lucius was behind him.

"No, I'm sorry. Lucius, I'll see you at dinner."

Uncle Elsen said that with the feeling that he would refuse any troublesome promises.

There will never be a 'next time' for this hand to come.

(You Loran bastard. You plundered the aristocratic ink I was after.)

From Lucius' point of view, I felt like I had been sidelined by the business I had been terrorizing.

(Don't think you can stay like this)

Since the Quality Review, members of The Spirit's Factory have been chased by busyness.

It is all the more so because the booth of the Quality Review was a big day, and I received the Best Award and even got the Count's ink.

Inquiries about silver finishing were constantly coming to the workshop, and since the time I was doing it in detail, orders had come in that were unimaginably expensive.

It was such a busy workshop, but Loran was holding the morning ceremony as much as possible to allow members to gather.

Even today at the workshop, Range announces the start of the morning ceremony.

"Then we shall begin the morning ceremony. Good luck with the quality review yesterday. Not only did it get good publicity, but I also got the Count's ink, which means I'm getting a ton of orders."

The expression of Arlier and Chial gives off a pale colour.

It was nice to know that we were both recognized for the results of our work.

"So we need to make fifty silver finishes this month.

"Fifty...... is it?

"Fifty too!?

Arlier and Chial, who are attending the morning ceremony, reacted completely separately.

Arlier looked anxious that she would have to refine the silver for fifty silver finishes.

Chial sparkled his eyes wondering if he could make as many as fifty silver finishes.

"Range, have you delivered the silver produced by Chial to the Forest Workshop today?

Loran asked.

"Yes, I have already delivered Silver A for today's production to the Forest Workshop."

"So, are you okay? I can't believe you made fifty of them."

In addition to silver, Arlier must also refine 150 'Groundcraft'.

"It's okay. Arlier, you can do it."

Loran reassured Arlier by putting his hand on his head with a pong.

"Yes. I'll try."

she said, turning her face a little red.

Chial stares at it like that.

"Hmm? Wait a minute, Range. Not just for direct orders, but for new stores next time, right?

Loran and the others planned to open a silvercraft store in the near future.

Now that I have Uncle Elsen's permission, I can open an alchemy store without having to apply for a troublesome permit.

"Oh, right. So I might need some more."

"No, you can't. We have to plan production, including for that matter. It's the people who produce it that get in trouble later."

"What? But I still don't know how much I'm gonna need..."

"You know about the minute you line up at the store. If you look at other stores."

"Oh, well."

"I can't help it. We'll meet later."

"Wow, I get it. I'll free up time."

Range hastily retrieved his notebook and adjusted his schedule.

He had a serious and maddening personality against that appearance.

"Um, that's what I'm going to do today, but I'm going to ask Mr. Arlier to refine 20 groundcraft and five silver. Mr. Chial will be asked to work on producing goblets, large plates, rings, necklaces and brooches one at a time. I come to the mine after this. Mr. Loran is also meeting outside all day today, so thank you for your support of Mr. Arlier and Mr. Cheal with the travel team."

"" "Yes" "

Those who came out of Zens' guild replied.

"Well, that's the end of this morning's ceremony for now. All right, let's get everyone on board."

"" Yes ""

(Oh, that? Mr. Loran. What about me? Don't I have a head, Nadenade?

Chial, who was preparing herself because she thought she could have her head stroked just like Arlier, seemed sorry.

And I regretted it.

I should have made a weak noise myself, like Earlier, I guess.

"Mr. Chial. Mr. Arlier."

Cheal went home to me when Range spoke to me.

"It's a future production plan..."

Range starts a meeting with the two of them on the spot.

Chial expands on the blueprints he wrote down during yesterday to explain how much silver he will need.

Range sets the stage for how much silver he carries by how soon.

Arlier sees it and plans to refine it.

The three of them go after a meeting that feels like the breathing of an abalone.

Loran was in a happy mood when he saw a member who worked and grew up soothingly hard.

Eventually we won't be able to afford to stay like this.

Loran knew best about that.

But now I still wanted to immerse myself in this moment of happiness.

After finishing the morning ceremony, Loran went straight with Range on the road to the dungeon, stopping by the silver worker's shop where he was taking his order and looking around to see how many items would be on the shelf.

"Look. You've got a fixed number of products on the shelf, right? That's a tip. Predict how many orders are coming this month."

"I see."

Range took a note saying no.

"Stop by the store for a return trip from the dungeon. Find out how much it sells, and you'll have an even more accurate prediction."

"Yes, sir"

Range made another note of it.

Loran felt sorry for Range as he smiled at him.

(Sorry, Range. Too much strain. But if you don't do this, you'll be busier in the future.)

"Is that good? I turned down orders from other stores."

When I left the store, Range heard about it.

"Oh."

The "Spirit's Factory" was receiving not only direct orders from individuals, but also requests from retailers to let them sell their products.

But Lorraine's been trying to turn them down for now.

"Is it related to 'Golden Eagle' after all?

Range told me to ask.

Loran laughed bitterly.

(Totally. That's a good one)

"Talk to me. I want you to know that I'm in a position to run the workshop. I'll never say anything else."

I can't hide anything from you.

Loran started talking in a sigh.

"I don't think Lucius will end up like this. Perhaps in the future, they will come under pressure to crush us in some way."

"I knew..."

"It's more dangerous to grow your production poorly than you know how they're coming. This month, thanks to Lillianne, we are able to procure" Earthcraft "and silver raw stones, but next month," Guardian of the Magic Tree "will take a dungeon, not necessarily silver ore or" Earthcraft "."

"So just in case you want to narrow down your production and put in place a system that's easy to deal with if anything happens."

Range also felt it was a shine that was making it harder to procure raw stones.

A vendor who used to be happy to sell me raw stones if I wanted to buy them had started to step on two legs in the deal.

Nowadays, the source of raw materials for the "Spirit Factory" was being limited to mines in the dungeons acquired by the "Guardian of the Magic Tree".

"This story. You can't tell Arlier and Chial. I want those two to focus on their work as little as possible."

"Okay."

"Well, then, you go to the mine. I need to pick as many resources as I can this month first. I asked for it."

Loran slapped Range on the back with a pong.

"Yes, I'm coming."

"I'm sorry, but the people who are sending you out. I'll give it back to you."

That's what Zens told Loran at the liquor store he always meets.

His face had a cold, harsh look, different from when he had previously uncovered his troubles with ease.

(I knew it)

"That's another sudden story. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Lucius found out I was working with you. I heard. I hear Mr. Loran's guild was supplying Groundcraft to the Guardian of the Magic Tree."

……

"I'm in trouble. Don't let that brighten you up. I've also received a large order from the Golden Eagle. If they stop trading from us, we'll stop standing. Even I have to feed a lot of the employees I hire."

Zens said with a bitter face.

Inside, too, he seemed to be grinding between his desire not to be ungrateful to Loran, who had been helped in distress, and the fact that the management of the guild would be inclined if he did not take care of his connection with Lucius.

"Anyway, let me get this straight with you. Don't feel bad."

"Okay."

(Do other alchemy guilds still prioritize dealings with the 'Golden Eagle' over our relationship? That's right)

After finishing his meeting with Zens, Loran has free time until his next appointment, so he looks around at the alchemist's dew shop as a bluff.

Most of them decorated there were weapons for adventurers.

(The best way to pull the other Alchemist guilds away from Lucius is if we could order on better terms than 'Golden Eagle'..., but as things stand, most of the Alchemist's job is to produce weapons for adventurers. To attract them to this side, we have to attach a weapons order from outside of 'Golden Eagle'. In order to do this, do I have to ask other adventurer guilds, e.g. 'Guardian of the Magic Tree', to grow up)

Loran then met Lillianne.

It's a coffee shop that the two of us always use for meetings.

"Congratulations on your award at the Quality Review. Didn't it have quite a publicity effect?

"It's no big deal. Mr. Lillianne is the one who says he runs the dungeon well. Aren't you making a lot of money?

"That's what I'd like to do, but it's still the case that The Guardian of the Magic Tree can't judge all the resources in the dungeon on its own. This time we're able to collect a permit fee for resource mining from an umbrella guild under the 'Golden Eagle', because they have better scale benefits. It's really a disadvantage in the negotiating arena."

"I see. That's not a glimmer."

The two were wrapped up in awkward silence for a little while.

Lillianne thought to say what she was going to say to Loran after both.

"Mr. Loran. The Golden Eagle has finally put pressure on us, the Guardian of the Magic Tree."

"Yes."

"You used to think of it as an alliance that wasn't enough to take us. Until last month, all three dungeons appearing each month were attacked by the Golden Eagle." The Golden Eagle "and" Guardian of the Magic Tree "were like a held and substantially allied relationship, albeit with the body of an ostensibly competitor. But this month we attacked one dungeon, and it seems to have inspired Lucius."

Lillianne didn't dare say, but it was also caused by Loran that 'Golden Eagle' became tough against 'Guardian of the Magic Tree'.

"Golden Eagle" has been making a dark threat to "Guardian of the Magic Tree" to stop supplying ore and items and offering them to resource miners in the future if he doesn't stop trading with "Spirit Factory".

"Pressure has already been exerted on 'The Spirit's Factory' as well. Even the guilds I've been intimate with have pushed me to cancel my business partnership and suspend my transactions. It's getting harder to procure raw stones."

"Again, was there pressure on the 'Spirit Factory' as well"

"This is how Lucius does it. He shakes his opponent mentally under pressure from all directions. Mr. Lillianne."

Loran stared straight at Lillianne.

Lillianne also stares back without looking away.

"Is' Guardian of the Magic Tree 'going to yield to Lucius's pressure?

Lillianne made me smile softly.

"I wouldn't draw you into my company from the beginning if I were to succumb to the pressure here."

Lillianne puts her mouth on the cup just a little bit, then squeezes her face tight and turns again towards Loran.

"'Guardian of the Magic Tree' succumbs to Lucius' pressure and never lets go of 'The Spirit's Factory'. I guarantee that."

When he heard that, Loran grinned as if the tension had resolved.

"Good. I was relieved to hear that. Now I can fight Lucius without worrying about my hindsight."

"You're ready," he said.

"Yes. I will not take a step back against Lucius any longer. The Guardian of the Magic Tree is going to do everything in its power to give it an edge."

"Okay. Nevertheless, as it is now, it is definitely a bad thing. Though there is a backup of The Spirit's Factory, it doesn't necessarily mean The Guardian of the Magic Tree can still win a dungeon next month. In" Guardian of the Magic Tree "and" Golden Eagle "there is still a difference in the quality of the adventurer"

"Yeah, that's right"

"So I have a favor to ask of Mr. Loran. Could you be a special advisor to The Guardian of the Magic Tree?

"Special advisor?

"Yes. As it stands, there is only one main force in the possession of 'Guardian of the Magic Tree'. You can't fathom a 'golden eagle' with three main units all the time. This is how the power difference can be, for one thing, because all the promising adventurers will join the Golden Eagle."

(Indeed. If we're all going in anyway, we're gonna be joining the best guild in the city.)

Furthermore, there were disparities in pay and entitlements.

Even in the same class, the adventurers of The Golden Eagle were paid nearly twice as much as the adventurers of The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

"We have no choice but to make a difference in nurturing than the inferior quality of the adventurers we join. In fact, there are many adventurers in The Guardian of the Magic Tree who are stretched out. I don't mind Mr. Loran's way, pick a couple of them and work them out intensively. Now The Guardian of the Magic Tree needs a new ace. Make your troubled adventurer an A-class adventurer with the power of Mr. Loran."

"Sure. Because it's fundamental to form a unit around the ace. A new class A adventurer is essential to create a new unit…"

Loran thinks arm in arm.

"Talk about a special adviser. As far as I'm concerned, is everything okay? I'm from the Alchemy Guild. So what are you doing mentoring adventurers, no rebellion inside The Guardian of the Magic Tree?

"I'll do something about it."

Lillianne said decisively.

It was a quick answer.

Loran felt an extraordinary determination from her.

And the kitchen situation stuffed with cut wings.

Things seemed to dispute for a moment.

"... ok. I don't know how far I can go with my powers, but let me do it. So that we can help Mrs Lillianne at all."

Behind the headquarters building of The Golden Eagle, that room was always filled with the sound of metal and the smell of rusty iron.

In that room in the basement, just a little light lit by candles illuminates the indoor space, but this much darkness was more cozy for Dwarves who had spent time in a dark cave since birth.

Dwarf, the lord of this room, Dowin is the only alchemist enrolled in The Golden Eagle.

Not only does he excel in the production of silver craftsmanship, but with his skill 'Metal Molding A', he has taken on the task of repairing and developing 'Golden Eagle' weapons, as well as other miscellaneous alchemy.

It was no other feat of his to dramatically reduce the time taken to repair the Adventurer's protective gear and to dramatically increase the occupancy rate of the Adventurer belonging to The Golden Eagle.

Dowin was also an excellent adventurer, able to do battles and undertake equipment repairs in the dungeon, which also played a role in improving the unit's ability to continue fighting.

Most recently, though I've been stuck in my room like this, and most of the time I've been assigned to repair damaged weapons.

Dowyn decided to take a breather that morning as well, beating and repairing swords and armor with a ton of kaci.

"Hmm. You've seen more weapon damage lately."

He told me to whine.

(Increased weapon damage means that that's all adventurers wear gear that doesn't fit their length. Or are you ordering a quest that doesn't fit your height? I'm sure Lucius's guy is pushing an unscrupulous norm)

"Uh, yadda-yadda. My work will be wasted again. [M] This is why the Black Guild..."

"You're still working in the dark, Dowin."

A loud woman's voice echoed in the room where there was only supposed to be a sound of metal.

Jill was there when Dowin turned to the voice.

Dawyn glances at her and immediately turns to her and gets back to repairing her armor.

"What can I do for you? This is the place. Your armor shouldn't break a little or softly. And even now, you're a prominent new adventurer. Aren't you supposed to be pulling on adventure to promote it?

I need to talk to you about something.

Jill answered with a glance at the dimness of the room and poor air conditioning.

"Why don't you ask me to install a lamp? Isn't it dark? This, then, wouldn't be a crazy job on hand, would it?

"No need for extra care. Although I live in the city, I'm a dwarf. I'm used to the darkness. I'm not going to drive you crazy. Besides, I like being in this environment."

"Right. I don't know..."

"What's the story?

Dawyn said as he continued to work only.

"It's about Mr. Loran."

Dowin's hammer stops perfectly for a moment and moves out again.

"I hear Mr. Loran was banished from the Golden Eagle."

"Oh, I know."

"Right. That's a quick story. Would you protest Mr. Loran's deportation, too?

"Protest?"

"That's right. Hi. This deportation is strange."

……

"At first I heard Mr. Loran did an act of enmity, but it seems like that's just an excuse. There are also things that I am not convinced of about the attitude of the guild leader. I just think there's something behind it. So we protested..."

"You're a bad guess, too."

"What?"

"Mr. Lorraine has fallen in short."

"Fallen?

"The last person Mr. Loran was in the guild, and when the weapons and protective equipment of the troops he was in charge of did, they turned to repair this one. It was badly damaged. I'm sure he was entrusted with a rookie adventurer who didn't pay for all sorts of items and was forced to make an impossible quest that didn't fit his rank. So they kicked me out because I was obsessed with obsession."

"If you know so much, why don't you protest anything? Even you, Mr. Loran, must have taken care of you."

It was the gift of instruction by Loran that Dowin was able to become the city's best alchemist.

He was assigned to the force as a rare alchemist adventurer at the time, urging him to join the quest, which was troubling at the time.

With that in mind, he rapidly deepened his understanding of the needs that adventurers seek for gear.

Then his alchemy skills improved dramatically.

'Cause it's no use.'

"Waste?"

"Mr. Loran is stared at by Lucius. He was blind to Lucius."

"Blindness?"

"Mr. Loran is, right? I've done too much."

Dawyn said with a sigh of giving up.

"If all the people I grew up with came out like that, then I'd want to be wary of threatening myself from the people at the top. Even though, Mr. Loran disregarded the intentions of his superiors and gave priority to the development of newcomers over the achievement of Norma. Upper level, in short, from Lucius, Mr. Loran was blind. The reason for the expulsion is just an excuse. I wish I could have kicked him out anyway."

"No... You're saying they kicked you out because you trained talent? Can there be such a stupid story? I can't believe you kicked someone out who has contributed so much. And so are the others. Why doesn't anyone move for Mr. Loran? Most of the people who now make up the main unit must be benefiting from Mr. Loran's appraisal skills."

"I can't help but say that. I can't afford to cover Mr. Loran until we've all sacrificed our own income. Mr. Loran is also Mr. Loran. Stay a Ping member forever. It's up to you to show up with people who think you're jealous or that your position is threatened if you deliver results. I told Mr. Loran. It's not safe as it is now. Be quiet. Or you should take countermeasures. There are quite a few unintelligible people in the world who are more appreciated than themselves. But he didn't have ears to listen to."

"You're saying Mr. Loran's bad."

Jill told me to eat it.

"I wouldn't say that... but I think we should have tried to keep it at a minimum."

"So... why should Mr. Loran be banished? That guy didn't do anything wrong!

"Well, I don't think there's going to be another two grooves to fill in at all. It's easier to give up Mr. Lorraine's return."

"Isn't that strange? Why would Mr. Loran have to be kicked out? That's crazy!"

(Is that it? What is it? That doesn't make sense)

Jill was a little too pure.

It was dull in terms of malice and contradictions in the world.

Was it hard to understand my explanation? I was going to explain it gently to make it easier to understand.)

"Let's protest together. As the Alliance Commander's eyes wake up."

Jill complains hot.

Dowin looked at Jill with a distant eye.

(Mr. Loran is amazing. I can't believe I'm developing such a successful store. Well, I'm probably bent too.)

"Anyway, I'm not gonna protest or anything."

Dowin turns that way when he says that, speaks nothing, and starts sharpening his sword.

Jill stares at Dawyn with a jittery eye for a while before turning her heel back and heading towards the exit of the room.

"Enough. You ungrateful bastard. If you don't move, I'll do something by myself."

Jill left the room in a hurry to say all that.

Dawyn sighed as she heard her footsteps getting farther and farther from the hallway.

"If Mr. Loran asked me out, I'd quit this guild and follow him everywhere. But he didn't say a word to us. He went somewhere."

Loran was coming to Alliance headquarters for The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

The headquarters of "Guardian of the Magic Tree" was the giant tree itself growing throughout the city.

There is a cavity door near the root of a giant tree trunk.

Countless grown, this again on thick branches, a building like a bird's nest.

There are holes all over the trunk, and if you climb a staircase installed in a cavity inside the trunk, you can move freely to any building.

The branches of the tree had all kinds of fruits, and those who put them in this magic tree were able to obtain ingredients for all the medicine-based items essential to their adventure, such as stamina restoring fortifiers, wound healing medicines, potion ingredients, and medicines that temporarily improve their status.

It is said that the origins of The Guardian of the Magic Tree lie in the fact that the adventurers tried to protect this magic tree from the army of orcs who had long ago invaded it for the sake of the nuts.

Now, although their role in protecting the magic tree has been morphed, they nevertheless continued to operate pulsationally based on this tree.

The trunk near the entrance door to the "Magic Tree" had a "wooden man" growing.

"The Tree Man" was a looking monster close to the upper body of a human being, parasitic to the "Magic Tree" and acting as a gatekeeper for the Alliance.

When Loran presents the admission permit to the wooden man standing in front of the door, the bamboo covering the door is separated to the left and right and opened.

There was a lobby spread out there when I knocked at the door.

Unlike the outside, which has a tree exterior, the interior is a normal wooden building.

When I went to the receptionist and told him about the visit, Lillianne rushed over.

"I've been waiting for you. Mr. Loran."

Look at her. The people in the lobby make a scene.

I wonder how big of a guy he is to have the only Class A adventurer in the guild pick him up to the lobby.

That's what the gaze of the people staring at Loran said.

Weird-eyed Loran goes up the stairs through the lobby, even though he seems a little uncomfortable.

Guided to the Guild Leader's room.

The guild leader for "Guardian of the Magic Tree" was already a thinner man with thinner hair trying to reach middle age.

They used to make that brave name as one of the city's leading A-Class adventurers, but now that they've become guild leaders and dedicated to management, the adventurer's face was completely gone.

On the contrary, it looks rather odd and restless, wiping its obese body on a luxurious looking chair with a handkerchief to divide the forehead sweat that constantly floats.

"Chief Guild, I've brought you Loran, the appraiser I spoke to before."

"I'm Loran, the appraiser. Best regards,"

"Oh, oh. You..."

The guild chief has spoken at an unusual rate.

"Thank you for your help on the 'Groundcraft' thing. I hear you're also responsible for our Lillianne blossoming her unique skills. But you're younger than I thought. I didn't expect to be founded an alchemy guild on the appraiser's body. Shizuku, what's your arm..."

Although the guild chief said a polite greeting, he never wanted to go ahead and flatter him.

Lillianne pinches her mouth.

"Guild leader. He's busy, too. It's time to get a power of attorney for the Special Adviser."

"Ah, oh. Sure. But is it really good? Even though he said he ran the guild, he even took care of our adventurer's guidance."

"Guild chief, you promised, didn't you? Instead of extending my contract, I asked you to appoint him as your special adviser. Have you forgotten?

"No, I know. I was just wondering if Mr. Loran might be doing something he can't..."

"If you know, get a power of attorney ASAP."

"Uh-huh. Okay."

The guild chief took the paperwork out of his desk drawer like he said he would.

Loran saw Lillianne and his interaction, and he laughed bitterly.

He was totally tad on her.

This is not what I found out which one is my boss.

Loran received a power of attorney from the guild chief.

There it was specified to grant access to public facilities belonging to the headquarters of the guild 'Guardian of the Magic Tree' and to entrust almost all of its powers with regard to instruction.

"It's hard to convince your boss."

Out in the hallway, Loran said after the guild chief couldn't hear him.

"Yeah, it is. I'm not a bad person. Indecision. I want you to be stronger."

Lillianne meditated her eyes melancholy, put her hands on her face, and did something to reduce her headache.

If you look closely, there's even a neighborhood under your eyes.

He seemed a little sleepless, apparently.

Loran got a little worried just because she's a woman whose energetic side always stands out.

"Sa, this is the exercise room. Already have Alliance members."

Lillianne pointed to the big door and said.

By then, she had shaken off her earlier tired look and regained her usual cheer.

When I knocked over the large door, there was a room made of walls and floors that were more sturdy than hallways and other rooms.

I can see that they are designed to withstand combat training.

Lillianne was right, there were about thirty adventurers gathered there.

When Lorraine comes in, they all pay attention to it in unison.

The equipment and professions of the members there were urban, ranging from warriors to magicians, healers, sheafs, etc., but what was common was that all their equipment was below class C.

Lillianne was right. They seemed stretched.

Quickly, Loran is nearest, try to appraise the skills of a girl with a blonde big head.

She looked like a warrior (Warrior) armed with armor and sword.

Longsword C C

Dagger D D

Shield Defense D C

As things stand, my abilities as a warrior (Warrior) are below the line, and even if I reach my talent limit, it would be at most average level.

Loran also tries to appraise another skill.

Bow Shooting E A

Extraction (silent run) D A

Eagle's Eye (Hawkeye) C S

Equipment capture (steel) D A

Single-hit Special E A

(I see. This is terrible)

She was not equipped with any bows or arrows, despite all of her bowman (archer) skills.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Loran, who will be your special advisor to The Guardian of the Magic Tree as of today. Bishibashi will teach you to grow you as adventurers."

Everyone sees Loran in the face of tension when Lillianne introduces him.

"Okay. Well, here we go. First you, the warrior (Warrior). Step forward."

"Yes. Wow, is that me?

She comes forward reluctantly.

"You'll have the Archer convert."

"Archer? Am I Archer?

The girl said unexpectedly.

"Oh, you have the qualities to be an A-class bowman."

(I told you to crush the 'Golden Eagle'... but in the end, that's all I can do. Try to produce class A adventurers out of this. That's the only battle I can fight)