The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

Medes had finished guiding Loran and was taking a breather.

(Huh. Jesus Christ. I'm tired of it. Let me show you the workshop (atelier) and do something extra. This is why the others are in trouble. Even though we're the only ones on this island who can handle orders for the big guild anyway. But I can't help it. The work from the outside is delicious. You can't keep it down)

Medes sits deeply in his chair, lights the pipe, and takes one.

(Nevertheless, Lord Loran also seemed satisfied when he actually saw the workshop (atelier). This project has been contracted as well...)

"Guild Leader"

Clerks come in with the knocking noise of the conn and the door.

"What the hell. At this hour."

Medes said like a hundred million bucks.

"Someone calls me an envoy from the guild The Sword of the White Night"

"Hmm? From The Sword of the White Night?

Speaking of 'Swords of the White Night', it has become famous on the northern continent and its fame is a great guild that echoes across the sea.

This is the first time I have come to this' Island of Fire Dragons'.

"He wants to make a big deal with us, so he wants to meet the guild leader."

"What!? Let me through here now."

(If it's also a case from a big guild like The Sword of the White Night, the reward must also be out of digits. This could be your chance to make a fortune)

Then came a middle-aged man with a bearded face and a lumpy muscle on his red face.

I am a warrior to see.

"I apologize for the sudden visit. We're probably not used to working on this island. I beg your pardon for your disrespect."

"No, such a thing. So, what's the job you want us to do?

"This is it."

He took out a piece of paperwork.

(Mm, this is!?

It was written there that despite half the workload of Loran's request, the reward was a breakthrough of twice as much.

"How about that? I'm sorry for all this reward..."

"No. That's outrageous. I will definitely do all this reward."

"Oh, I'd appreciate it if you could say that. I'm in a hurry. I was in trouble because I didn't have a guild to take orders from."

"It is. You were lucky to find our guild. We will deliver within the deadline with high quality."

"Oh, that helps a lot"

The conversation between the Alliance Commander and the Jawbeard Warrior (Warrior) proceeded softly, and the messenger from The Sword of the White Night returned in an upbeat mood.

(I didn't expect such a case to come at this time. This is on. We have to do this before Loran asks.)

When the guild leader thinks about that, the door is knocked again.

"Excuse me, Guild Leader"

"What. Again. Now what the hell? I'm tired..."

"Also, we have a customer who wants to request it. Now he's from the Glacier Hunter, a major guild in the North."

"What!? Is that true? Let it through now."

It was a nerve-looking young man with glasses who showed up.

He looked like an appraiser.

"Sorry for the surprise visit. Actually, I was looking for an alchemy guild to do all this work for me."

"Mm, this is!?

This was also what was promised a triple reward, even though it was half the workload of Loran's request.

"A little, it seems like a tight delivery date, how about that?

"I'll make sure you do it."

"Really? No, good. Here, I was just wondering what I'd do if I couldn't. Suddenly, demand for equipment using Ice Playing Ore (Ice Rest) has skyrocketed on the northern continent."

"Rest assured. We are more accustomed to processing rare metals (ateliers) than anywhere else in the world. I will definitely finish the job perfectly on time."

The messenger from "The Glacier Hunter" left in a good mood.

(I didn't expect such a delicious case to roll in. I'd love to do this job before "Sword of the White Night," "Golden Eagle")

When the guild chief was thinking about that, the door was knocked again.

"Are you sure, Guild Leader?

"Damn now what? I'm tired. I'm not gonna work any more bits today."

"That's what you see in the northern continent's leading guild, the Knight of the Shore, who wants to ask for a big job."

"What!? Let them through now."

It was a young man with an axe spear (Hulbert) with an uncontrolled grin who appeared.

"Hey, I'm sorry at this hour with no promises. All of a sudden, work came down."

"No, don't worry. So, what's the job you want us to do?

"Actually, here's the thing."

"Huh!? This!?

Written in writing taken out by the man with the axe spear (Hulbert) was a job that was promised four times the reward, even though it was half the workload of The Golden Eagle.

"A little tight delivery time..."

"No, no, no. I don't mind. I don't mind. Let us do this kind of work."

Medes agreed with all the impetus of kneeling.

"Is it true? Hey, that helps. I was just having trouble getting enough gear from Ice Playing Ore."

When Medes heard it, he also remembered a guest who had come one year earlier.

Speaking of which, the emissary from "The Glacier Hunter" also said that there was a shortage of "Ice Playing Ore (Ice Rest)".

The shortage of 'ice playing ore (ice rest)' happening on the North continent may be a factor in such an unusual and unlikely request.

That's how it was imprinted on Medes' head.

The meeting between Medes and the man with the axe spear (Hulbert) went smoothly all the time.

The man with the axe spear (Hulbert) left in a good mood.

Medes felt tranced for a while afterwards.

With all this reward, you'll still have extra small money to redecorate your clothes, pay your carriage loan, and buy a small, stylish villa.

(I'll have to get this job done at all costs. Anyway, goodness hastened. The work of "Glacier Hunter," "Sword of the White Night," "Golden Eagle" is behind us......)

Medes thought that far and finally realized that there was not enough deadline to do all the work.

You have to give up one of the other requests to do the job of "Shogun Knight".

The next day, Loran visited "Dragon Fire" again with Dylan.

To pack the details of the contract.

(Well, from here on out. There won't be any problems first because of how I felt yesterday... but I don't know what will happen in the negotiations. We need to keep our heads tight and work on it)

Loran announced his visit to the reception for "Dragon Fire".

"Oh, it's you"

Medes looked at Loran. That's what he said the most about opening.

Loran had a bad feeling somehow.

(Are you out of your mind? It's kind of like Mrs Medes's attitude is getting worse than it was yesterday...)

"Mr. Medes. It's about the contract..."

"Yes, yes, about that."

Medes searches the paperwork with a grumpy head.

"Uh, oh, shit"

All of a sudden, Medes puts on his face.

What a behaving attitude.

"Lord Loran, I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could extend this contract, the delivery date."

"What? Extend...?

"That's right. I was completely oblivious to the fact that a few of the employees were ill. I can't make it on the delivery date you offered."

"Ha..."

"That's why I was wondering if you could let me extend it somehow?

"... ok. I'll get permission from the guild."

"Mr. Medes, if you want to extend the delivery date, you'll get a good discount on the price."

When Dylan said so, Medes frowned uncomfortably.

"Mr. Medes' attitude, was it any different from yesterday's?

On his return carriage, Loran revealed to Dylan how uncomfortable he felt.

"Loran, you think so too? Actually, I was wondering, too. What are you going to do with extending delivery suddenly? Yesterday he wanted to sign a contract as soon as possible."

"It seemed to me like you were making an evil of us..."

"No way. You care too much about boulders. Against Valued Business Partners…"

"Maybe there's no way we're gonna break this story."

"No way. Whatever the busy season, 'Dragon Fire' is free this time of year. I've done a lot of research, so I'm pretty sure."

"Right. If you say so much..."

"I care too much. There are times when Medes doesn't like her job. It's not good to be too pessimistic. Think positively."

"Right."

Upon returning to the inn, Loran went to work on the report.

That the delivery time is likely to be longer than planned at the convenience of the other party, that the stay will be longer as a result, and that you want them to be approved within your guild.

They were confirmed in the letter and mailed to the Golden Eagle.

During the period leading up to the letter's return, Loran spent time investigating local dungeons and monsters.

In the meantime, the cost of staying is high.

A week later, with the permission of the safe guild, Loran again goes under the Medes.

But Medes' answer was indescribable.

"You want to raise the price?

"No. I'm sorry. All of a sudden, the price of the ore went up. The budget presented is no longer enough. That's why I'm sorry, but I'd like to raise the price."

"That's... how much, for example?

"Yeah, about four times that."

"Four times!?

Said as Loran looked up to heaven.

"No matter how much, Mr. Medes, it won't be there, will it?

Dylan said.

"This one responded to your offer and drank an extended delivery date, didn't it? You should be able to give me a discount. Raise that price? What the hell are you doing?

When Dylan said so, Medes looked uncomfortable.

"What is it? If you're so dissatisfied with the price we offer, why not ask another alchemy guild? As for this one, I don't have to deal with you, do I? We're not doing it for charity either."

Loran and Dylan looked at each other.

Jamil and Rod of the bandit guild "The White Wolf" were visiting "Dragon Fire".

"Yo. Raul."

"Oh, Jamil."

"The monster cut me in the dungeon. Fix it."

Jamil shows his injured gear.

"Okay. Hey, you, get these two gear out of here to my workshop."

Raul gave instructions to junior officials.

Then I hear voices coming from the hallway.

"Wait, please. Mr. Medes. Suddenly you're going to increase your rates by four times. Oh, my God, what the hell does that mean? Explain it properly."

"As I said earlier. If you're unhappy with this statement, you don't have to make a deal. Bye."

"Hey......"

When Jamil looked at the voice, he saw Loran and Dylan chasing after Medes.

Jamil catches the crest of Loran's 'Golden Eagle' in his eyes.

(That..., I saw that in the tavern...)

"Hey Raul, you guys signed a contract with those guys?

"Oh, he says he's an envoy from Golden Eagle, a recently enlarged guild in The City of Adventurers."

"'Golden Eagle' …"

"I really don't care. You're wearing one piece of gear for the adventurer. How far do you know about alchemy?"

He's a hebo.

"What?"

"I tested his status. It was the crest of an unfamiliar guild. I couldn't get a clap. Class C or D, I think."

"Hmm?

"I don't know what the envoy of the 'Golden Eagle' says, but is he really such a great big guild guy? Aren't the geeks fooled?

"No way... that's not..."

(But don't even feel weird if you do say so. His hips are too low for a big guild executive, and that intermediary just says his identity in the first place. What if our guild leader is going on without even looking into it... No, not really.)

Though Loran and Dylan chased after him, Medes quickly gets in the carriage and goes somewhere.

Loran and Dylan were left on the spot.

"Damn, what the hell? Suddenly."

"No way. I can't believe you're blowing me four times the price. What do we do, Lorraine?

"After all, Mr. Medes isn't positive about dealing with the 'Golden Eagle'. Doesn't that mean you found another business partner?

"No way... that shouldn't be..."

"... Anyway, more than Mr. Medes says, I'll have to apply for a budget for the guild. I'll get you four times as much money somehow."

"Okay. I'll stab Mr. Medes in the nail so he doesn't change his terms any more."

"Oh, please"

"Fuck that jizzy lick. I swung this way. I can't sign the contract. I'm not gonna let you say anything."