The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

The day after Lillianne attacked the 'mine dungeon', Loran was once again being summoned to Uncle Elsen's mansion.

Loran leaned his neck as to what the hell was going on to Uncle Elsen's mansion, but was thrilled to see Lucius in the dining room.

"Oh, you're here, Lorraine."

"Uncle Elsen, you know, what the hell is this?"

"Delighted, Mr. Loran. Lucius will supply you with silver for your guild."

"What!? The Golden Eagle?

"Uhm. Well, sit down"

Loran sat in his seat, as recommended by Uncle Elsen, with Lucius at the table.

The food is brought in.

What a strange thing to have a meal with a lodging enemy, Loran couldn't help but feel uncomfortable all the time.

"I've heard a lot about what's happening between you."

Because Uncle Elsen said so, Loran and Lucius gibberished.

"Everything seems to be in fierce conflict with the alchemy guilds all over the city. Something that's bothering suppliers all over the city."

……

"Both of you will have a say. But once we cool each other's heads here, can we put that sword in the sheath and work with each other for the development of the city and alchemy?

"can't refuse if it's a favor from the Count. Let our guild" Golden Eagle "shed water on what has been done, and join hands with" Spirit's Factory "for the development of the city."

Lucius told Uncle Elsen to take control of his lead in order to show him a special attitude.

Uncle Elsen looks at Loran.

"I... if you will supply me with silver ore... so there is no particular difference..."

"Mm-hmm. Now you've got the story together. so as to cooperate with each other in the distribution of resources."

Loran and Lucius signed in writing in front of Uncle Elsen.

When both parties were in difficulty due to lack of ore, the written statement specified that the ore would be supplied at an appropriate price in line with each other's market value.

The two hid their inner animosity on the spot, shook their hands guttingly with a fake smile affixed to their faces, and made a tentative early agreement.

"No, that's good. You two settled this for me. Now the alchemy of this city will be further developed."

Uncle Elsen nodded contentedly, not knowing the inside of the two.

"Now the" Spirit Factory "can also go to the Silvercraft Quality Review. Originally, it was the purpose of the Noble Quality Review to select and sell only one silver craftsman from the territory, but this time he was allowed to do so in the form of a special co-operation. I'm going to have Chial, who belongs to The Spirit's Factory, and Dowyn, who belongs to The Golden Eagle, listed in collaboration. I expect both guilds, both names, to thrive and fight for a successful reputation."

Starting the next day, the "Spirit's Factory" will be supplied with silver ore, and the work of the workshop will start to go around as usual.

As snowflakes closed by heavy snow eventually melted and wildflowers turned up, the truth hidden until then was eventually revealed, and the information that was complex converged.

Quest Reception released that The Guardian of the Magic Tree attacked the Forest Dungeons and the Mine Dungeons.

At the same time, it was announced that a new Class A adventurer had been born.

(Stupid......)

Wilik was stunned in front of the bulletin board at the Quest Reception.

On the bulletin board was a sticker announcing that Bowman (Archer) and Monica Vermare had been promoted to Class A Adventurer.

(Impossible. This is happening. She was a falling archer with a low level of Jung-min (agility). It's a mistake. This... shouldn't happen)

In the Guardian of the Magic Tree, it was officially decided that Loran would be the head of the instructor.

At the same time, being an executive of The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

Wilik will be working under Loran.

Regardless, the story of the special adviser to the 'Golden Eagle', which was a prior promise to Lucius, is also broken.

Lucius stopped contacting Wilik with a word.

(I won't admit this!

After a great deal on Loran and a total defeat, Wilik, who was also abandoned by Lucius, left the city because he didn't want to admit to losing.

After that, there's nothing to know where Wilik is.

The City of Adventurers came to grips with the topic of The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

The leap forward of this month's "Guardian of the Magic Tree," the driving force behind it, was quickly pinpointed by the deaf-minded people of the city, this time the fast-growing Monica, Shakuma and Uffine.

It soon became apparent to the public that Monica was already an archer of Class A and that it was only a matter of time before she was promoted to Class A for Shakuma and Uffine as well.

The three turned from an unnamed rookie and suddenly got a footlight as one of the city's leading adventurers.

The three pulled right around the corner.

Wherever I went in the city, people asked me to shake hands and talk to them.

The bards sang songs all over the city glorifying their martial arts, the painters portrayed their bravery imaginatively, and the lecturers made their work a story to make people listen.

The Alchemy Alliance offered to let me build their weapons, and the adventurers jumped to connect with them.

However, it only remained rumored by some about the presence of appraisers behind their rapid growth, the presence of amazing cultivators who recently joined The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

"Well, celebrate this dungeon offense, Kampey"

Shakuma raised the cup and cheerfully took the head of the toast.

"" "" "Kampei" "" "

This is a city liquor store.

"Guardian of the Magic Tree" celebrated this dungeon attack with a banquet that rented out a room in the tavern.

Starting with the full team of "Guardian of the Magic Tree," the venue had also been invited to the extraordinary, troop-integrated external adventurers and members of the Lorans "Spirit Factory" in this dungeon attack.

Loran was sitting and drinking with members of The Spirit's Factory at one time.

"Well, let's drink to that, Mr. Loran."

Chial offers Loran a goblet.

"Here. You're over here."

Range took the liquor from the chial and pressed the juice.

"Eh. I can drink, too. Mr. Range, please give it back."

"If I give you a drink, your guild will be punished. Elves are strictly forbidden to drink."

"Ugh. I want a drink, too."

"Chial. Looks like the food's here."

Loran said pointing to the meat dish to be transported.

"What? Wow. Meat."

Chial completely shifted his interest in cooking by forgetting about alcohol and such.

"But is it okay? We interrupted the celebration of the Guardian of the Magic Tree."

Arlier reluctantly asked Loran.

"It's okay. This dungeon attack is due to everyone's hard work. And in the future, the Spirit Factory will become more and more connected to the Guardian of the Magic Tree. Listening to adventurers is meaningful to everyone, and many people want to interact with these alchemy guilds, even on the adventurer side. See, it came fast."

"Mr. Loran. Thank you for your help during the dungeon attack."

Those who were in Loran's unit come to greet the cup with one hand.

"Chial. You were here."

"Mr. Monica!

Chial and Monica immediately start talking intimately.

"Mr. Loran. What about her?"

A Lillianne trooper asks Loran surprised.

"She's the one who made the silver weapons of Monica, Shakuma and Uffine."

"Holy shit. Is she the producer of" Silver Iron Breaking Bow "?

Soon Chial was surrounded by those interested in silver weapons.

Loran took care to allow other members of The Spirit's Factory to interact with adventurers as well.

"This is Arlier, who was in charge of refining Spiritual Light Stone."

"Hmm. You put 'Spiritual Light Stone'

"We've heard how good your arms are. I hear you prepared" Spiritual Light Stone "faster than" Golden Eagle. "

"Arlier is the best refiner in the city. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the heart of" The Spirit's Factory. "

"Hey. That's not true."

Arlier seemed to be lit but less than full.

Lange didn't have to be introduced by Loran, and he was single-handedly crossing cups with the warrior (Warrior) 's inflexible men and the adventurer offerings of Haiqian Mountain Thousand.

"Yo. I hear you and this guild made a Silver Iron Breaking Bow."

Make me a silver weapon, too.

"Our weapons are expensive. It starts with half a million gold."

"Ugh. He can't help it."

"Don't buy a little carriage."

"What do you say, young man? One drink compared to another."

"Nice, that. If we win, you can build a weapon for free."

"Fine. But if I win, I'll have you buy a million gold weapons."

"Stop. Stop. Let's drink normally."

"Hey, what the hell, you're being mean"

More and more laughter on the spot.

Loran made sure that all the members of The Spirit's Factory were properly blended into the feast before heading to a seat with Lillianne.

"Mr. Lillianne. Thank you for inviting us."

"Oh, Mr. Loran. You don't have to behave like that. You're already part of the Guardian of the Magic Tree."

Lillianne said with a slightly red cheek but a clear tone.

Now he didn't seem drunk.

She barely drank alcohol from earlier and kept it to a point where she could mouth a little, even if recommended.

From his standpoint as a superior, or like Loran, he seemed more concerned with others enjoying themselves than he did.

"Thank you. However, it is also known as the Spirit Factory."

"Pfft. You're in trouble, too. He has all sorts of titles."

Lilianne laughed couscous.

They sat next to each other for a while and talked.

About that day when the two of us swore together to defeat the 'Golden Eagle'.

From the launch of "The Spirit's Factory," to the Quality Council, to Loran's appointment as a special adviser.

"That's a long way to go, I think."

Lillianne told me to mourn the distant old days.

"Yeah. But not yet. I don't think" The Golden Eagle "will end without being hit like this."

"Right. We need to keep our minds together."

After talking for a while, three people come: Monica, Shakuma and Uffine.

"Mr. Loran. I hear you officially became the mentor of The Guardian of the Magic Tree. Congratulations."

Each of the three of them came with a liquor bottle and, thankfully, poured the liquor into Loran's cup, before sitting by their side.

Loran was indefinitely surrounded by four raucous young women.

"Mr. Loran, are you enjoying yourself? What? Aren't they drinking at all? We need to drink more."

Shakuma came tangled up in Loran in a totally uncircumcised way.

It seemed like I could already do quite a bit.

He suddenly hugged me to Loran, pressed a cup against my mouth, cheeked me like a dog, and twitched.

"Shakuma. Looks like you can do a lot."

"There's nothing wrong with that. I'm not drunk at all."

Shakuma suddenly began to cry when she said so.

"Ugh. Loran."

"What's the matter with you? Suddenly I cried."

"I am grateful to you. I wasn't sure I could do it as an adventurer, but thanks to you, I was able to get promoted to a one-jump class B. You are truly the goddess of victory, you are!

"For me, you are the goddess of victory."

"Give the goddess a blessed kiss"

Shakuma kisses Loran's cheek.

But take Loran, Shakuma's kiss was what made the puppy feel like he was being cheeked.

Her small physique also made her feel more and more so in between.

Loran stroked her head and the other three watched the two with raw warm eyes.

"Ugh, Lorraine."

Shakuma then repeatedly said the same thing and kept sticking to Loran.

In the meantime, Uffine was drinking a little bit of alcohol with no expression, and Monica was smiling like she was in trouble with the adult behind her.

After a while, Shakuma got drunk and fell asleep with Loran's knee as a pillow.

"Ah. If you stick around. Even though he's my boss. Excuse me. I'm sorry. I'll lend you a blanket."

Uffine peels the shakuma from Loran and embraces him.

"Is that it? The ceiling's down and the floor's up? That's crazy. The world is upside down."

Shakuma said like every wow as she fell asleep in her bench.

"Monica, come here"

Monica reluctantly sits next to Loran when Loran speaks that way.

"All three of you are amazing. I can't believe you're attacking a dungeon."

"No, thanks to Mr. Loran."

"You stabbed Todome in Turtle Dragon, didn't you?

"Yeah, but I think it's pretty good. They lifted me like this. Thanks mostly to Mr. Loran."

"That's not true. Attacking the dungeon is a gift of your hard work and strength. You deserve honor. [M] You can be more proud."

"Really... right? But if that's what Mr. Loran would say, I guess so."

"Yeah, I may still be confused by the changes around me right now, but eventually I'm going to stick around. You can wait till then."

"Mr. Loran. Congratulations again on your appointment as an executive."

Said Uffine, who sat next to Loran by the shakuma.

Uffine approaches Loran's side to a distance where her shoulders and knees are likely to stick together.

"From the beginning, I thought Mr. Loran was better than Wilik. Mr. Wilik, if he were you, he'd be really mediocre. Besides, he didn't admit to losing and ran away. I don't think so. Compared to that, when Mr. Loran's manly."

"Ha. Thanks."

"Hey, Mr. Loran. Next month's development plan, you've already made up your mind, haven't you?

Uffine came peeking into Loran's eyes with his seeming eyes.

"Come on... why would you think that?

"Conflict with the 'Golden Eagle' is expected to intensify in the future. I don't think anyone like Mr. Loran thinks anything of it. Don't you think of everything from strengthening existing units to creating new ones?

"I can't hide anything from you. Exactly. I'm thinking a lot."

"I knew it. What the hell is your plan?

"I can't tell you that yet. Sometimes I haven't packed the details yet, and sometimes it's not the right time to let you guys hear it. I'm just trying to set things up."

"Uh. Isn't that nice? Let me hear it."

Uffine took Loran's arm and said in a slightly sweet tone.

It was a rare trick for her to show a dry attitude towards anyone from time to time.

"No, you can't. There are adult circumstances."

"Yeah, I'm an adult now, too. Would you like to try it?

Uffinee sticks more and more to Loran and more to his arms.

Loran's arms were subtly pressed against her breasts.

Loran grinned bitterly.

"Ha. That's not what I meant. I don't think of you as a child. [M] It's a management story. There's confidentiality, and there are things you shouldn't dare to tell your people. I let you talk about management, but you won't have to focus on your work anymore, will you?

"It's okay. Me, I don't neglect my job when I hear about management challenges. We can help you manage while also pursuing your accomplishments as an adventurer"

"I see. I'm sure you might. But you do. If that's what you want to be part of, let's start with you being the executive of The Guardian of the Magic Tree."

"I can't get along, Mr. Loran. Can you tell me a little bit about it?"

"What's wrong with you? That's kind of weird. It's not like you."

"So, Mr. Loran, frankly, can I be a Class A healer?

"Oh. I can be."

"Really? Glad!

"I'd rather you don't have that much trouble."

"Then prioritize my development next month. I worked out Monica intensively this month."

"Of course, I'll have you work harder. In the future, there will be more competition with the Golden Eagle. I need you to work harder than ever."

"Yes. I'll do my best. Slow down, be a troop leader, like Mr. Lillianne, so that you can be Mr. Loran's right arm any day!

"Yeah. That's intentional."

"Mr. Loran. I'm exploring the dungeon this time, and I've had a few questions about troop operations. Can I ask you a question?

"Oh, go ahead. As far as I can answer."

Monica was in a moody mood while Loran and Uffine were talking.

From earlier on Loran has been all about Uffine.

I can't believe Uffine was a kid who could appeal like this.

I wanted to talk to Loran myself, but he had a very unlikely personality to appeal aggressively like Uffine.

(If this is the case, you should have talked to Cheal all the time)

Monica kept listening to the conversation between the two with a gloomy look like a bully for a while.

"So here's the formation on the land with the high and low differences..."

"In land with high and low disparities, the operation of Archer becomes important. But I guess Monica should explain that to me. Monica, can you explain this to me?

Monica brightens her face with a talk from Loran.

To her now, being heard by Loran was a grace from heaven equal also to a drop of water dripping into the desert, a strip of light plunging into a dark cave, a slice of bread applied to the hungry.

Immediately start talking out of breath.

"Yes, in land with high and low disparities, what you should be aware of in Archer's operations are sunshine, wind direction, building structure, distance from enemies, and distance from allies. You tend to underestimate your distance from your allies because if you occupy a height, you will increase your range, but no matter how much you occupy a height, you are prone to be an enemy target if you isolate yourself from ground troops, so uhh, geezho."

"Haha. You don't have to talk in such a hurry."

"Oh, excuse me. If I do..."

Monica blushed and leaned down.

"Because I'll ask you right to the end. Speak slowly."

"Yes......"

(Mr. Loran. He cared about me. kind people after all)

After that, Monica also embarked on a conversation, trying to compete with Uffine.

Loran was careful not to make mistakes by balancing them between them.

Lillianne said that during that time, she didn't pinch her mouth in the conversation between the three of them all the time and watched as the two girls tried to catch Loran's attention in a spare atmosphere, shaking every bit of the grape liquor she put in the glass.

"Hey, where's this special medal for shadows, appraiser Loran?

One drunk man shouted.

He was a warrior (warrior) man.

With that in mind, the people who were making noise at the center of the banquet began to look for Loran.

"Whoa, were you doing tails here? I don't think so. You have to make a scene, too. Hola, come here."

"Cheers to our appraiser!

"Keep it coming, please."

Loran is pulled by the big guys and beaten in the center, pulled, drunk and rubbed.

"No, you're here. I'm not much of a alcoholic."

Loran heard the child laughing and doting on his desk drunk and intoxicated.

Cheal was running on his desk with a cheerful face, and Range seemed to be chasing him.

"Here, Temeh. Wait, you son of a bitch. I ended up drinking."

"Cahahahahaha"

Those around me look at the two of them and laugh doedly.

Most of them were amused and put plates and liquor bottles aside for thials.

While Loran was treated a little abusively, he was finally enjoying the happiness of being recognized and rewarded for what he had done.

That was the happiness of finally being able to find my place.

Eventually, the feast was missed, and it was the carriage of dissolution.

Some participants were comfortably drunk, intoxicated and pimped.

The energetic follow them home through the intoxicated.

The executives, Loran and Lillianne, remained on the spot to make sure that everyone would return properly so that no one would get drunk and sleep on the side of the road.

Ask the three Monicas and the three Ranjus to go home first.

As for what was intoxicating, I let it hit the wind at night for a while and escorted him until he recovered.

When he saw them all go home to the end, Loran decided to give Lilianne a lift home.

"That was fun. Mr. Loran."

"Yeah, oops"

"Oh, are you okay?

Lillianne lent her shoulder to Loran, who is fine.

Tall she became just the right support for Loran.

"Excuse me. I think I drank a little too much, too."

"Hehe. That's okay. Let's keep going home."

The two walked down the night lane, lending each other their shoulders.

"Are you all right? You don't feel bad, do you?

"Yeah, I'd rather feel comfortable getting drunk and making noise with people I can say are my buddies for a long time"

"You were surrounded by young girls. They're all adorable kids, and they weren't even full as Mr. Loran?

"Ha. That's not true."

"If you're Mr. Loran now, you're looking for a selection, aren't you?

"Oh no. They are subordinates. There's nothing weird about it."

The two reached Lillianne's home.

"Thank you for today. Then I'll just..."

"Oh, it's dangerous."

Lilianne took Loran's hand and supported him again.

"Excuse me. I shouldn't. You're always bothering me."

"That's okay. As much as I'd rather you rely more on me."

"You can't say that either. I'm already in a position to stand above people. We need to hold on tighter."

"It's a stoic. But are you okay? You won't be able to get home in that foothold, will you? Shouldn't we get some rest?

"Right. We'll hit the wind a little bit at the side of the road around here before we go home."

"You don't have to bother under such a cold sky. What do you say we go up to my house?

"What?"

Loran unexpectedly looked at Lillianne.

Her face was closer than I thought.

My eyes pop in looking hot at me.

She had her own arm tangled in Loran's arms at some point.

I'll leave my body with Loran as it is.

Even from the top of her clothes came the plumpness and softness of her body.

That was the body of an adult woman, unlike a girl like Uffine or Shakuma.

I touch her lips after just moving my face a little bit.

Loran deflected his face reflexively.

"Hey, Mr. Loran. Please stay. Is that okay?

"No, Mr. Lillianne. You and I can't match each other."

"You say that again. Because you've made me too strong, I've been carrying the burden all by myself. Only one person is responsible for Class A…"

"Mr. Lillianne......"

"Can I reward you for working a little harder? Right, Doctor?

Loran got cranky when Lillianne called him 'Doctor'.

She still remembers being coached by herself and has always been grateful and respectful.

That's how, now, he says, he dedicates his body and mind to himself.

My mind was a student. As it was then, my body grew more feminine.

Loran spreads in front of him. Happily, he becomes forward and backward unconscious.

As she leads me, I will knock over the door and be taken to the bed.

The door to the house that let them in never opened until the next morning.