The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

Returning from the dungeon, Monica visited the Quest Reception Office after getting 24 hours of sleep.

When Monica announces her visit at the reception, Armilla, the receptionist in charge, shows up.

She was a replacement rep for Claria, a receptionist responsible not only for Monica but for all of Loran's troops.

"Welcome aboard, Monica. This way, please."

That's what Armilla says. She puts Monica through a private room.

No, no, no. Armilla immediately lowered her head.

"We apologize for the inconvenience caused in the Claria case. We will try not to do that in the future, so thank you for your continued support."

"No, no. It's over."

Monica said with a little thrill.

Because Armilla was a powerful beauty.

The hairstyle with most of the forehead up and only one room dripping made the receptionist feel the cleanliness she deserved.

Deep nose beams of carving, and powerful eyes like shooting this one.

Her beauty even made her feel a kind of majesty.

So much so that Monica, who was apologized for in front of her, would have been better off.

But I had the reassurance that if it were her, she would do the job exactly.

She seemed like a first-rate person from all points of view, including that confident attitude and physical waist, her tedious clerical handling skills, and the way she spoke.

In fact, she was an ace character in this quest reception.

"And what can I do for you this time?

"Yes, with a Quest Attack Report and Adventurer Class Certification..."

"Yes, I did. So, what's on the quest?"

"Yes, it's a Stormbird crusade"

Monica takes' Storm Bird's Feather Bundle 'out of the bag at hand.

"Well, give me Storm Bird. This is amazing. I've never seen Stormbird's Feather Bundle before."

Armilla said as she admired receiving a bunch of feathers.

"Now let me confirm the truth, please wait a moment"

When she receives "Stormbird's Feather Bundle," she activates the skill "Item Appraisal".

"Item appraisal" was also able to appraise the authenticity, quality and performance of the item and how it was obtained.

Armilla read the memories contained in "Stormbird's Feather Bundle".

"Stormbird's Feather Bundle" has communicated how it was crusaded itself.

Behind Armilla's brain, that bravery of Monica crusading Stormbird has come to light.

Armilla takes a closer look at "Stormbird's Feather Bundle" from various angles and then closes her eyes as she was convinced to let "Item Appraisal" go.

"Hmm. Surely this bundle seems to be something Monica got for sure"

"Yes."

Armilla turned to Monica when she finished her appraisal.

"Yes, I did. So we'll deliver this bundle to the Quest Reception Office as a testament to our quest strategy, right?

"Yes."

"Yes, I did. Now we will award you a Quest Success Reward and a Class A Adventurer Certification. Certification and registration will be completed by next week."

She takes out the writ on the spot and adds her name and Monica's.

"This will be the provisional certificate for class A adventurers. As soon as this certificate is issued, it will be sent to you following the date. Were you sure you want to transfer your quest rewards to the guild Guardian of the Magic Tree?

"Yes, thank you"

"Yes, I did. After this, you will then take a course for Class A adventurers. Sorry for the inconvenience, but please stay with me a little longer"

Monica moved into a separate room for a class A adventurer course.

There he was taught the work ethics and benefits of being a Class A adventurer, monthly to maintain the class, etc.

Being able to see special quests that will not be published to other adventurers for Class A adventurers.

It was also explained that as a norm for class maintenance, we had to prove that we had reached the ten tiers of the dungeon each month, that we had to succeed in our class B quest, and so on.

Similar to when Monica received Class A certification, at the "Guardian of the Magic Tree" headquarters, Willik was checking reports submitted by Loran to encourage espionage.

Wilik was tilting his neck when he saw a report from Loran.

There were reports of Monica crusading Stormbird, becoming an Archer for Class A, Shakuma and Uffine skills also growing well and would be at least a Class B adventurer by the end of the month, defeating the Guardian, so exploring deeper than ten levels in the future.

(Monica in class A? What are you talking about? What about this guy? That's not possible, is it?

Wilik sighed as if to pity Loran.

(Mr. Loran's in trouble, too. I can't believe you're trying to deceive me with such a false report. Well, now he'll have seen reality, too. Starting next month, you'll be coaching under me in line with reality)

Wilik crushed the report from Loran and dumped it in the trash.

Regardless, this information could never be communicated to Lucius.

Monica was visiting the workshop of The Spirit's Factory after visiting the Quest Reception Office.

After returning from the dungeon for two days, I was given a day off, so I thought I'd have the maintenance of "Silver Iron Breaking Bow" turned into a cheal.

Chial, who received "Silver Iron Breaking Bow" from Monica, had put it on the pedestal to check its wear and tear.

"What do you think? Cheal. My" Silver Iron Breaking Bow, "no problem?

"Hmm. You're getting a little weak on the strings. Could it be, Monica, that you haven't reduced the strength of pulling strings?

"Yeah, it is. I'd like to pull it closer, but if I pull it too hard, it's gonna break, so I'm relieved."

"Did you still? Now, Monica will make the string tension stronger so it's easier to use."

"Yeah. Please"

(The power to pull Monica's strings, that's stronger than I expected. Maybe you should thoughtfully enhance this)

"Monica, is there anything else inconvenient?

"I wonder if there's anything else... in particular. Chial's Silver Iron Breaking Bow is easy to use."

"Mm-hmm. Is that so"

Chial feels like he's proud to be praised for the weapons he's made.

"Yeah. So make sure you get it well maintained."

"I'll take care of it. I'm sure you'll finish it better than before."

Was Chial happy to be treated in one serving by Monica, to be the top of the table, wrapping his thin arms around him and making a force bubble to show him?

Monica watched with a smile how Chial looked like that.

Monica sat in a chair in the corner of the room watching her work while Chial was doing bow maintenance with hammers and hardware.

(Awesome. Cheal. I can't believe you're such a small, alchemy guild ace. You still couldn't do anything when I was about this age)

"Is that right, Mr. Loran, that you're not coming here today?

Monica lurked her voice a little and asked.

"Mr. Loran hasn't come yet, has he? Even though I'm busy being a business owner, it seems to be bulky to use because I live alone. It's always before lunch."

"It is. That's tough."

"That's right. Because Mr. Loran is single. You can take care of me, but for some reason you won't let me in the house."

Chial looks difficult with his arms together.

"Haha. It is."

Monica laughed at Chial's innocence.

Even when I say silver mechanic, I'm still a child.

I don't know about adult circumstances, I think I can do anything, I guess at that age.

(But oh well. Mr. Loran, I live alone)

Monica, who somehow thought she was married about Loran, heard she was single and felt her feelings for Loran change subtly.

It was that feeling, that what I secretly expected from the depths of my heart, became a reality and moved in a clear way.

(Next time, I think I'll take it with me even if I plug something in)

When Loran tried to go wrong with Monica and put his face in the workshop, he heard a report from Range, as usual.

Range managed the workshop exactly as usual and there was no lag.

"You don't seem to have a problem with that for now."

"Yeah, I just need to talk to you about some business."

Range said, lurking his voice a little.

Loran felt the situation free from what Range looked like.

"Okay. Let's meet."

Loran and Range went into a conference room that was isolated from the workplace, not being talked to by the employees.

"Not enough silver?

"Yeah. It's been tough for a long time, but it's finally getting tough. Instead of this month if we stay like this, we may not have it this week."

"Even this week? Is that not enough?

"There were about three causes."

"Explain it in order."

"First, I used more silver than I expected for bespoke weapons, starting with" Silver Iron Breaking Bow ""

"Ugh, I knew it"

Loran looked bitter.

I knew it was an unscrupulous demand to silver all the parts on top of what had not been originally planned.

"I guess I'll have to use 'Silver A' for maintenance too"

"Right. If you want to maintain the quality of your weapon."

"Okay. What are the other causes?

"The second cause is Mr. Chial."

"Caused by Chial? What the hell?

"As mentioned, I was going to run out of silver A's, so I thought I'd have them make silverware out of silver B or silver C, but when I had to take silver to her place, I started saying, 'I don't want to use this bad silver'. I went to complain to Mr. Arlier."

"... well. That's what happened."

"I got nothing in between then... I don't know what to say, but just this time Mr. Chial doesn't have much to say. Mr. Arlier is not bad at all. You can't run a factory if you spend as much silver as you want."

Range said that he felt like he had no reason to be angry.

In fact, Chial has been in a growing mood here lately, and its wagamama had something to spare his eyes.

"Sure. Maybe I was a little too spoiled about Chial."

"That's why they don't make products outside of Silver A is the same. So now silver ore that does not become silver A in the workshop is in a state of not refining. Because even if you make silver B or silver C, you just get more stock."

"Right...... ok. I'll do something about Chial. [M] What's your last problem?

"This is it."

Range gave the letter.

It was a letter from Uncle Elsen.

"What's this?

"They want you to make them because the nobles you know need tons of silverware."

"At this time."

Loran held his forehead with his hands troubled.

"Yeah. But even if we don't have enough silver for what we're ordering right now, we can't handle the fact that a large amount of silverware has been ordered again like this. So we don't have enough silver ore stock, artisans don't make silverware for us outside of silver A, and it's gonna cost us an extra order. So there's nothing we can do about it and there's not enough silver. We'll be running out of silver as early as this week. We need to think of something to take care of."

"Right."

Loran put his arms together for a while and thought about it.

"Okay. I have an idea."

"What do you mean?

"I'll talk to Uncle Elsen. Whether the supplier supplying the silver ore has no athe."

Range looked bitter.

"Mr. Loran. I don't know how difficult it is to manage, but how about asking customers to help us with our work as a store?

"I know you're doing something that doesn't make sense. But even Uncle Elsen wants silverware, and he wants to support the Spirit Factory to grow it."

Even so, Range looked so dissapointed that he was not convinced.

Loran grinned bitterly.

to his seriousness, thoroughness, and youth.

"Don't look like that. You say, 'If there's a god to throw away, there's a god to pick up', right? I used to think I had to do everything on my own, so I hunted myself down. But there are people out there who can help you if you reveal that you're in trouble."

(Like Lillianne helped me when I was in trouble.)

Loran wrote in reply to a letter to Uncle Elsen.

As for the new order for silverware, I cannot reply immediately because the situation is a little difficult right now. I need to talk to you, so I was wondering if I could see you, if you'd like.

As soon as it's over, Loran goes to the 'Forest Workshop' to convince Chial.

Chial is innocent when he sees Loran, and the joy of reunion is revealed, with a full grin and a hug.

"Chial. They refuse to make silverware out of silver B or silver C."

With that said, Chial lurks a slight grin, takes his distance, and enters a state of vigilance.

No matter how much Loran, he didn't intend to give up on it, but his attitude appeared out of the question.

"Yes. Don't be alarmed. Can you not think of silver B or silver C as useless until you see this silverware?

Loran lets take one silverware out of the bag.

It was a combination of silver C and iron, ruby and other gems.

(This is...)

Chial looked at the silverware and totally forgot about the previous alarm system.

That was something I could see at a glance that crude silver was being used if I saw what I saw.

But its crude silver dull colour rather accentuated the beauty of the gem.

(All I've ever thought about is putting the best silver in its best shape. But I dare to do something that cannot be done with the finest silver by using crude silver)

When he knew that was the case, Chial completely forgot about his earlier preoccupation and so on, and turned to his desk and started writing blueprints.

What was there was not the girl who was wasting it like a child, but the figure of one craftsman.

Loran is satisfied to see it.

(Turns out it's best to show the craftsman the real thing. Is this going to solve Chial's problem for now?)

When Loran resolved the thial issue, he wrote to Range at the refinery to instruct him to resume production of silver B and silver C, as Thial was writing blueprints using crude silverware, and as soon as he received her blueprints, to align the other metals he needed.

Since there is no particular tightening for metals other than silver, they will also be available without fabrication.

Upon completion of these tasks, Loran went to the Quest Reception Office again.

Loran, who gave a paragraph on the workshop issue, but now his work as a special adviser was awaited.

Troops must be formed as soon as possible to explore the ten tiers.

(No more disturbing troop development. Overwhelming and shaking off at speed before the enemy system is in place!