The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

Loran assembled his own troops when he came to the dungeon.

It was my last chance to show my face to the troops before next semester's dungeon offense.

"All right, you're all here."

Loran said as he looked around at his troops.

Check your status now.

(Yeah. No problem)

Loran began to tell me that he would be happy with the condition of his own troops.

"As you heard, a second unit is scheduled to be dispatched from The Golden Eagle to The Mine Dungeon. Though Sebasta is gone, they are the elite veterans of experience. Don't miss the workout, you're all set for a dungeon offense (though that's a lie). If you're all caught off guard, you'll lose your feet. [M] Don't fail to prepare yourselves for the quest for a dungeon."

"Yes, yes. Question."

Uffine raised her hand.

"What?

"Which side is Mr. Loran on with us or The Golden Eagle?

A tingling air flows between the troops.

"Good question. In a nutshell, it's on either side, not on either side."

"What do you mean?

"As you know, I'm now the guild leader for The Golden Eagle. But the 'Guardian of the Magic Tree' Loran Squad, he hasn't even lost his book as captain. That's why I have to carry out my duties as captain of the Loran squad, while also supporting the second squad as guild captain of the 'Golden Eagle'. It's a delicate position. I can't over-shoulder either."

"I see. I mean, from Mr. Loran, you think it's okay which one wins?

"Hmm, the situation is a little more complicated, but let's just leave it at that. Anyway, I'm not going to take part in the next dungeon expedition, and I'm going to be watching both units compete fairly. One thing I can say is that battles are always the luck of time. It depends on the subtle difference. I want you to fight to never be alarmed and not regret it. That explains everything. Do you have any other questions? I don't think so. Then let's go into the final adjustment."

Monica approached me as Loran gave her last piece of advice according to her skills, status, and gear status.

"Mr. Loran."

"Hmm? Kind of Monica"

"What is it about the operation of 'skewers'..."

"Oh, then..."

Loran was treating Monica as normal as possible in front of her as she spoke to her sneers.

but on the other hand, I couldn't help but be aware of what happened the other day.

I keep seeing her troubled figure as a flicker.

Unlike before, Loran knows all about her charm.

And that was too fascinating.

"Mr. Loran, what's wrong?

Monica peeks into Loran's face with her innocent eyes, as if nothing had happened the other day.

"What? No, it's nothing."

Loran rushed to fix it.

(Ugh. What are you doing? I... Just say it from yourself for one night or something)

Loran was already regretting saying that.

Monica has been visibly beautiful the last few days.

In addition to the goodness of the original material, the robustness that had previously existed had been removed, releasing its charm so that the buds could blossom.

Now she was too dazzling for Loran, and it was a difficult cause to resist the charm.

She has been open to doing it, knowing or not about Loran's troubles like that.

She had always placed her arms in front of her chest in order to hide the contours of that body as much as possible before, but now she had spared no effort to expose those breasts to Loran's eyes, hands behind her back, and bent forward.

Loran was in conversation with her as the glossy sensation she experienced that night somehow kept her brain from resuscitating.

Monica was enjoying her conversation with Loran.

I enjoyed his gaze interaction, his wanderings I see at mundane times, his confusion, his distance, everything.

I didn't know love was such a fun thing.

For her, love was a difficult and difficult thing to handle.

But now I could afford to have fun.

I wish I had experienced this sooner.

At first glance, Loran behaves as he did before, but there were changes in his attitude that could not be deluded no matter how much he worked on.

It was a subtle difference that only those who overlapped their bodies could tell from each other, but Monica was sensitive to Loran's seemingly wanting gaze.

Previously she tried to push this kind of gaze from a man out of consciousness.

But now I took it more favourably (though only from Loran).

So much less, he must have gotten his hands on himself again.

Uffine swells her cheeks when she sees how Loran and Monica are doing.

Monica enjoyed 'the girl' all the time now.

"Uh, too. Why all Monica. Why can't I have a boyfriend?"

In "Guardian of the Magic Tree," Lillianne was welcoming the police.

To be consulted about Lucius' investigation.

"So Lucius hasn't been caught yet?

"Yeah, we're doing everything we can..."

The police said they seemed sorry.

Lillianne looks difficult with her arms together.

(I didn't know you were cornered so far and still wouldn't surrender. He's a pretty bad forerunner, too. You'll know as much as you don't have a chance to reinstate it anymore)

"Emergency lines keep sticking, so we should still be in this city... Does Master Magic Tree have any clues?

The police asked about the mischief.

"You don't. We'll report it to you as soon as we have it."

"Ha...... Is that still true?"

The police quietly nodded.

Lillianne is starting to feel bad about the man in front of her.

In recent months, many times adventurers have been on the case, and the authorities have also been quite nervous.

I guess if he doesn't come home with any clues, too, his boss will do the trick.

"Cheer up"

Lillianne spoke in a bright voice.

"It's okay. If you read the killer's thoughts and investigate them persistently, you'll be caught."

"Ha..."

"We will spare you our cooperation, so please try harder."

"... right. Let's try to rewash our minds again from scratch."

Lillianne only slightly rejuvenated police dropped off the 'Guardian of the Magic Tree' building after her.

"The killer's thoughts..."

(If it becomes impossible to return to the 'Golden Eagle', Lucius's aim is…. I can't believe you took Mr. Loran...)

The worst situation came to mind behind Lillianne's brain.

For once, Lillianne had been suggesting that Loran put on an escort, but Loran laughed and flushed it.

I don't need an escort.

I'm not that great, either.

(Mr. Loran said he didn't need an escort or anything, but I'm very worried. I don't know what's going to happen, and just in case, you might want to keep your hands on me)

Loran wanted it for the Troop Formation conference for The Golden Eagle.

Familiar members, including Alik and Ist, face each other in the conference seats.

(I've already decided to allocate the budget, and it's fixed about the flashes in the face of the troops, and I have nowhere to go (or if I interfere weirdly, they're going to rebel again). Suppose there's somewhere I can rub it any more......)

"Guild leader. I have a suggestion!

Ist, the captain of the second unit, has embarked on himself.

"What?

"I'd like you to add Jill Irwin to my second unit."

(I knew it was coming)

Their confidence in the dungeon offense was, for one thing, that they were going to ask for Jill's help in this earthen field.

But as for Loran, I didn't want to use Jill for such a loss.

Loran appraises the status of the ist.

[Ist status]

Arm Strength (Power): 40 - 80

Endurance (Toughness): 40 - 80

Jun Min (Agility): 20 - 60

Health (Stamina): 60 - 100

(How dare you say that I wanted to go to the 'mine dungeon' with this status)

Exactly that was the look of an adventurer who failed to train at dawn in politics.

In them now, they will be out of breath when they reach the five tiers of the dungeon instead of beating the Loran squad.

"Guild leader. The 'Dungeon of Mines' strategy is a top priority for our guild. Please help me to the fullest."

"Right. I want to hear my opinion first. Yist says oh, but Jill, what do you think?

"Ha. I am in possession of the Alliance Commander's orders to go anywhere. But my best hope is to serve on the Alliance's side."

Jill said exactly what Loran had been told beforehand.

"Right. I agree. Jill is S-class. It has the power to change the battlefield. I think it would be best to take a look at the dungeon offensive status of each unit, identify the advantages and disadvantages, and put them in here on the occasion."

When Loran says so, Ist distorts his face in dissatisfaction and tries to say something.

But Loran took control of it with his hands.

"Ist, I understand your dissatisfaction very well. But I have to look at the whole thing and judge."

"But, Guild Leader..."

"It's okay. You don't have to worry, I can fathom the second unit enough to the elite of The Guardian of the Magic Tree. No. On the contrary, we have enough power to prevail and have extra. I think so."

Ist can pull in the words that were up to his throat when he heard it.

"I believe that a few of the men in the second unit have potential comparable to the S-Class. There may also be more than one S-Class Adventurer out in Dungeon Attack this semester. My fear is that by deploying Jill, I will rather inhibit your growth and miss opportunities to unleash your potential."

Arik looks just as frightened when he hears Loran's words.

(Loran. Whatever it takes. It's... Who would be happy to hear such a clear flattery)

But the Ists took a light ride in Loran's mouth truck.

(Holy crap! Was the guild leader appreciating us that high? I thought it was a great young man, but how can you have sights?)

"Guild leader. Dungeon offense next semester. I will make sure you succeed!

"Yeah. I hope so."

Alik couldn't help but open his mouth.

Troop number two is decorated with skills and stats. We seem to have forgotten our strengths.

"Claria. What's your next appointment?

Loran asked in the moving carriage.

"Next up is a meeting at the Spirit Factory with Mr. Range about the Silver Fine Industries Review."

Claria said as she looked at the schedule.

"Oh well. Speaking of which, you had an errand."

Loran said as he bit down the absenteeism.

"Are you all right? Better get some rest..."

"That's not how it works. Uncle Elsen, we can't talk about this without me."

Loran heard a voice calling himself.

Looking out the window, I saw Monica waving.

I have a "Silver Iron Breaking Bow".

"Ah, Monica. Sorry. Hey, stop the carriage."

Loran welcomes Monica into the carriage.

"Monica, what's wrong?

"Excuse me. I'm on my way to The Spirit's Factory, too. I saw this carriage on the way."

"Right. Then take a ride. Let's keep going together."

"Yes."

Monica leans her body against Loran outside of things and sits in her seat.

"Hey, Monica, it's close."

"Uh. Isn't that nice? Nfu."

"'Cause I can't. Look, you're still free over there, right?

"But I'm easier to sit here."

Monica puts her hand on Loran's lap.

"Hey, I said no. Cora."

Loran said that while aware of Claria.

She has the skill 'information grabbing'.

If it's taken care of, they'll know soon enough.

But the hour is already late.

Claria was sensitive to the unprecedented atmosphere between them.

(These two. Something happened to you)

Claria hears the voices of the two hissocks.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I still hear two damp voices sometime.

"Isn't that nice? I did something more amazing the other day."

That's what Monica says, touching her shoulders and shoulders.

"Ugh."

That reminds me of Loran the other night.

Her comfortable body, initial reactions, and lustrous (twitchy) gasps come back to life all over her brain.

"No, but..."

"Mr. Loran, don't you like having me on your side that much?

Monica makes her eyes url.

Loran's guilt for her is only stirred up by that.

(Grunts)

"No, it's not like that..."

"Good. So this is what you're doing."

Monica pulled her tears into her eyes and wondered if she'd brightened her face, holding Loran's hand tightly and snuggling her gooey body.

(Ugh. No. Totally at her pace......)

Would she have been such an aggressive daughter?

Loran must have pushed some kind of switch to sleep in her.

Claria asks how the two are doing from the front seat.

(Monica, I'll let you know exactly what happened with Loran later.)

And Claria was like a fierce beast that had preyed upon her prey, and shewed her eyes.

The carriage with Loran and the others in line arrived at the "Spirit's Factory".

Lorraine was at a meeting with Range, Monica was at the service of "Silver Iron Breaking Bow," and Claria worked on various arrangements in preparation for Lorraine's next appointment.

Chial, who received "Silver Iron Breaking Bow" from Monica, gets to work on the maintenance quickly.

"Silver Iron Breaking Bow" was tapped with Concon to make sure it was in good condition.

(Yeah. Nice sound)

"Silver Iron Breaking Bow" sounded like nothing unusual.

(I guess this would just be enough to replace the strings)

"How's 'Silver Iron Breaking Bow' going?

I heard Monica looking at the maintenance of the chial.

"Sounds good." Silver Iron Breaking Bow "is also delightful. Isn't the adaptation rate pretty high?

"Right. Mr. Loran praised me for his understanding of weapons."

Chial became proud as if he had been praised.

It was an unparalleled pleasure for the producers to see the users of the weapons improve.

(Okay. Good luck with the maintenance)

"Monica, I'll be maintenance in a minute, so please wait there."

"Yeah. You're looking right here."

That's how for a while, Chial was talking to Monica as she went about servicing.

However, Monica's mouth count gradually decreases.

"I ran out of equipment in the workshop the other day."

"Oh well."

"So, Mr. Range, someone must have stolen it, and he's going to punish you severely as soon as he finds out."

"Yeah."

"So. The investigation revealed that the killer was Mr. Loran. I think I accidentally brought it up. Then Mr. Range panicked. It's crazy, isn't it? I can't believe Mr. Range punished Mr. Loran."

"Yeah, you are."

Chial looked strangely at Monica.

(What is it, Mr. Monica? Even though they usually get on with the story more. Whatever we talk about today is like the sky above. And it's like my eyes are glowing golden from time to time?

Monica was talking to Chial, while the perspective was switching to 'Hawkeye' and monitoring Loran's trends.

'Hawkeye' can only see the overlooking view from above, so it can't be seen as far as the interior of the building, but still switch angles and monitor Loran moving down the hallway through the workshop window.

That's how Monica waited carefully for Loran's moment to be alone.

And finally capture the moment Loran is trying to make his way to the conference room by himself.

"Chial. I'm gonna take it off a little bit."

"Oh, yes."

"I'll be in this workshop for a while, so if anything happens, call me back."

That being said and winking was an incredibly grown-up trick from before.

Chial, as Pocan, drops off her hindsight.

In the workshop work room, Range and Arlier were having a meeting.

Production plans are discussed beside the alchemists hitting weapons, working out metal with fire, and writing blueprints.

There goes Monica.

"Oh? Hello, Monica"

Arlier called out.

"Hello."

"It's the maintenance of" Silver Iron Breaking Bow, "isn't it? Chial guy, shall I call him?

Range said.

"No, I've already deposited 'Silver Iron Breaking Bow' with Chial. I have some errands for Mr. Loran right now."

Mr. Lorraine would be in the conference room.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks."

Monica meets and walks past the scene.

"I don't know, Monica, have you changed a bit?

Arlier said.

"Really?

"Yeah, you mean a little grown up. You say it's softer. Like you're prettier?

"Hmm. Didn't feel like I had that much of a difference, though."

How does Monica know where Mr. Loran is?

Range tilted his neck.

"Well, come on."

Soon after that, Lilianne appears.

"Oh, Mr. Lillianne"

"Hello, Mr. Range. Mr. Arlier."

Arlier looked at Lillianne and was thrilled.

There was a tone that seemed to smell from all over my body, and it felt exactly like a lady's platter.

"What's wrong with you? It's rare to come over here."

Range asks.

"I have some errands for Mr. Loran. Where is Mr. Loran now?

"Mr. Loran would be alone in the conference room right now."

"Really? Alone..."

Lillianne leaned down a bit and dyed her cheeks to the vermilion.

"Thanks, I'll go"

"Mr. Lillianne, you've changed"

Arlier said as he dropped off Lillianne's back.

"Really?

"Yeah, it got glossy after a while of not looking..."

"Hmm. Didn't feel like I had that much of a difference, though."

Jill came right after that.

"Ah, Mr. Jill."

"Hello, Lange, Arlier"

"It's an adjustment to" The Breaking Dragon Hammer, "isn't it? I'm ready now."

Range said.

"Oh well. Well, I guess I'll just say hello to Mr. Loran until he's ready."

"Mr. Loran would be alone in the Guild Commander's office right now."

"Right. Alone..."

Jill said as she twitched a little.

"Thanks, I'll go"

"Jill, you looked a little restless than usual"

Arlier said.

"Really?

"Yeah, like a kid in front of a snack..."

"Hmm. It didn't look like I had that much of a difference, though."

"Is that what you hope it is?

"Huh? What?

"Monica, Lillianne and Jill went to Mr. Loran's room at the same time,"

"Ah, go. If they were both here at the same time, one of them would have told Mr. Loran to go through the waiting room."

"We're both gone now..."

"Well, you're okay. It's a pattern we both knew about."

"Really?"

Arlier had a heartbeat.

"I'm anxious. Something's about to happen."

Chial came when he said that.

"Is Monica here? I finished developing the Silver Iron Breaking Bow."

"Monica would be at Lorraine's."

"Is this Mr. Loran's place? Hmm."

"What's going on? Difficult face."

"Monica, haven't you changed somewhat compared to before?

"Do you think Chial would, too?

"Yep. I can't say what..."

"Wait a minute. I've got a bad feeling about it, too."

"Shouldn't we still hit something now?

"Right. It may be too late now, but do what you can."

The three headed towards the conference room.

When Lillianne was jolting in the hallway of a stranger's workshop, Jill took the street there.

"Mr. Lillianne!

"Oh, Mr. Jill. What's wrong with you? Here."

"Mr. Lillianne is the one, that's unusual. I can't believe I'm meeting you at The Spirit's Factory. What the hell can I do for you?

"Hey, I need to talk to Mr. Loran about running the guild."

(That's in front of the building, really to sweeten up to Loran)

"What about Mr. Jill?

"I need to talk to Mr. Loran about the" Dragon Hammer "..."

(That's in front of the building, really to get Mr. Loran to bully me)

"Just spread out this workshop... I was just wondering where the conference room was."

Lillianne said like she was in trouble.

"Was I? Well, it's because of you, and we'll go together. I'll show you to the conference room."

"Yeah, that's right"

The two were slightly disappointed but escorted them to the front of Loran's room.

"This is the conference room and Mr. Loran's office."

Jill said as if she knew anything about Loran and pointed to the door.

"Oh, this is Mr. Loran's room..."

Lillianne stares inadvertently at the door made of oak trees as she remembers what catches on to Jill's attitude.

"What a qualitative, unpretentious, artisanal door Mr. Loran is."

Lillianne said as if she were the best understander as she fingered the surface of the door.

Jill puts her hand on the knob of the door while remembering what caught on the trick.

"Excuse me, Mr. Loran"

Jill walked into the room with his usual insecurity and without knocking.

Lillianne hastily followed her as well.

Then there was Monica, who was just holding her shoulder by Loran.

Monica was just about to close her eyes and mouth him on his lips right now.

"Ah, Lily. Jill......"

Loran looks at the two of them in blue.

Monica looks at the two of them with a tron eye.

"" Lo, Mr. Loran? What the hell is this... What? "

Jill and Lillianne looked at each other.

At this moment, everyone indoors instantly perceived the correlation between the people surrounding them.

Thus, the truth of the matter became known to all parties.

(Oh, it was late)

Range was peeking indoors from across the hallway with a blue face.

Arlier and Chial are holding back behind them.

The three of them could only keep an eye on the four humans who were each doing so casually in the conference room.

Four people, Loran, Lilianne, Jill and Monica, sat around one desk and remained silent.

Nobody tries to talk with an awkward look on their face.

The only thing that sounded in the room was the sound of the clock needle ticking and telling the time.

For an hour now, they were all silent as if they had become wax dolls.

Loran was drooling with the feeling of being seated in a needle's jar.

"Who wouldn't speak alone?"

Arlier spoke to Ranju in a hissohisso voice as he heard from the shadows.

"Oh, this has been happening for almost an hour. How long will it last?"

"Let's wait patiently. It's not a predictable situation."

Arlier said.

"If we get into a fight, we have to go to arbitration."

"Right. Worst case scenario, thunder and hammer, giant crossbow (barista) fly in that tiny room."

"Horrible. Isn't it like the return of the final war of the gods (Ragnarok)"

"If you get intensive fire from those three, there's not a single Mr. Loran who doesn't have the fighting power. Whether you can leave this workshop alive..."

The two watched what happened with the look of death, as if they were waiting for the end of the world.

Chial, who should always chat, was quiet sometime and stared indoors with his mouth tied to a single letter.

Lillianne put her arms together for a difficult look, but in her heart she couldn't stop the upset.

(Anyway, I didn't know Jill was hiding from me until Monica and playing Mr. Loran...)

Lillianne remembers when Monica came into The Guardian of the Magic Tree.

Since those days when Monica still didn't know the right or left as an adventurer, she said she had looked out for him specially and looked after him a lot......

Lillianne stood up largely after seeing Loran with resentful eyes.

The gaze of everyone in the room gathers on her.

Lillianne laughed nicely.

"Gentlemen, would you like to meet these four again?

That's what she said, confident in her mental strength.

"Right."

Jill gave it back.

Neither did Monica disagree.

"Well, now that I have business to attend to, I beg your pardon"

Lillianne walked away from the spot, showing only her spare time.

Range and Arlier, Chial hid in the shadows of the saddle and passed Lillianne by.

"Oh, it's over...?

"Huh. I'm tired of watching you."

Range and Arlier crouch on the spot as gutters.

Lillianne pummeled the length of her thoughts when she came to a place in the building of "Guardian of the Magic Tree" where no one had to worry about her eyes.

"Oh, Loran's ridiculous, ridiculous! I've been a worthy supporter since the hard times! I can't believe the youngsters snuck up on you!

She somehow sits in a chair and thinks when she bashes her indoor sofa with a cane for a while and exudes anger.

(Anyway, I need to settle with those two first... The punishment for Loran is then)

"Unclean! Mr. Loran, you suck!

Chial said so and threw Tonkachi at Loran.

"Wow, Chial?

Avoid Loran with one hair at a time.

Tonkaci hit the wall and made a crater.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mr. Loran's idiot."

Chial says so and rushes out like a shedding.

"Hey, wait a minute. You still got work to do.

Range rushes after him.

Loran goes after him, too.

"Ah, Mr. Loran."

Jill calls on Loran's back.

"Sorry. We'll talk about the pile later"

Loran and Range ran around the city looking, but couldn't find Chial.

"Mr. Range. How'd it go? Chial, have you found it?

Ask Arlier worried about Loran and Range returning.

"No. I lost sight of it. Damn, he's got a job to do."

"What shall we do? Without Cheal, our silvercraftsmanship will be drastically reduced in quality."

Arlier said worryingly.

"We should have kept Chial away from that place. It's my mistake."

"No, Mr. Range is not bad. The bad news is..."

Arlier sees Loran as a chiller.

"But will you make a proper silver workmanship where you've brought Chial back"

"You're just a kid. It would be mentally unstable, and maybe useless for a while. You need to care for it. Someone..."

Arlier and Range see Loran as chilling again.

"Anyway, I need to find out where Chial is"

"Right. Someone has to powder themselves but find out about Chial..."

Range and Arlier see Loran as chilling again.

"Ugh. Okay. I'll take care of Chial."

Loran said as he had noticed.

Since it is rust that came out of me completely on this matter, I did not open any claims.

(Ha. I wonder what's going on)

Loran couldn't help but hold his head back on the newly created seed of worry again.

Thus, people were so busy making noise out of love for their new job that they completely forgot about Lucius and so on.