The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

"Dawn Shield," which overthrew the assassin from "Dragon Fire," then ran up the dungeon and reached the quarry of "Metal Line".

"Okay. We'll collect 'Groundcraft' as planned. I don't care about the other ore. Anyway, it's Earthcraft."

They go out of their way to pick out the most plain shades of 'Groundcraft' from among the gemstone-like, colorful ores.

"Hurry up. We don't have much time."

Leon said that as he raised a sense of impatience.

("Dragon Fire" attacked us. I don't know what this means, but we need to hurry up and discuss the response with Loran anyway. Unless you finish your quest and go down the mountain as soon as possible)

While Jeff cuts out "Earthcraft," he is blinded by the "Ore Playing Fire (Firerest)" beside him.

("Ore Playing Fire (Firerest)" sells higher than "Earthcraft". Can we just take a little bit of it home, please?

When Jeff was thinking about it, Monica raised her voice.

"Gentlemen, it's an enemy attack!

In the distant sky, a "Fire Dragon (Fafnir)" was seen shining hard scales and wings.

"That's Fire Dragon!"

"Chip, at a time like this"

"It's a mess. In our gear now..."

"Gentlemen, please continue the work. I'll take care of it."

Monica sets up the Silver Iron Breaking Bow and releases the Red Arrow.

The red arrow rips open the sky and goes past the torso sleuth of the 'Fire Dragon (Fafnir)'.

(Off!? Is this the penetrating effect of 'Red Arrow' that Mr. Loran was talking about? Then......)

Monica released the arrow next by putting the orbital modification due to the penetration effect of the 'Red Arrow' into the calculation.

Then the arrow struck 'Fire Dragon (Fafnir)' directly and burst his torso.

"The Fire Dragon (Fafnir)" falls in two and the spine is crushed, scattering beautiful scales.

"Okay."

Jeff was flabbergasted to see Monica shoot.

(I can't believe you defeated 'Fire Dragon (Fafnir)' so far away with one blow...)

"Jeff, what's wrong?

Elio asks worryingly.

"Eh. Nothing"

Jeff lets go of the Ore Playing Fire (Firerest), which he was trying to sneak up on, and resumes collecting Groundcraft.

(Be strong. Whatever you sacrifice!

Defeated by The Dawn Shield, The Dragon Knight's Anvil returned to the city with these bodies.

I heard reports of defeat from them. Edgar and Charles twist their necks.

"That's crazy. There's no way a Class C adventurer could be better than my Class B gear."

"Gilbert's information was incorrect? Or did the guys from" The Dragon Knight's Anvil "haunt you?

"I don't think there's a Class B Adventurer in the Zero Alliance. I mean, there's nothing suspicious about Mr. Gilbert's information. Didn't" Dragon Knight's Anvil "still haunt you?

"Chip. I can't use it, those guys"

"Hey, aren't you mad? I can't believe" Dragon Fire "lost to an Alliance that could be any horsebone like" Spirit Factory "...... If this is what the Alliance Commander finds out..."

"Right. Let's keep it a secret. We'll buy you some time."

Gilbert was listening as they hid their conversation in the shadows.

(Chip, you're the ones who can't use it. I told you to watch out for the (...) Bowman (Archer) in Hawkeye's Eye. Leave it to these guys, and after a hundred years, you won't be able to defeat Loran. I still have to move directly)

Edgar was walking down the hallway with ideas on how to rub off his lethargy.

(As the 'factory of the Spirit' measure rushes to rebuild. We need to put out the fire for the moment. This will definitely make my mind feel worse from the guild leader. Somehow I don't want to be deluded.)

"Mr. Edgar."

As Edgar turned around, Wayne, one of the officials in charge of gear for The Dragon Knight's Anvil, rushed over.

"How was the armor I made? You did good, didn't you?

I don't know anything. Wayne said with his nose high.

He still didn't seem to know that The Dragon Knight's Anvil had been bogged down.

Edgar looks at Wayne's face for a while, then comes up with a name

(Use this guy?)

"Oh, that armor you made. Great. That armor is almost like the work of one of you..., not like the work of one of you. You help me with my job like this, and I can't get my head up on you."

"No, no, no. It's a big deal."

"How about there? If you don't mind, I can report this job to the Guild Leader as a matter of your skill and recommend it to a senior official?

"What? Is that okay?

"Oh, sure."

"No, that's something wrong. I can't believe you got that far."

"Never mind. Report the facts as facts and reward them with an assessment worthy of results. That's all, isn't it?

"Thank you. I can't believe you appreciated that much. I'll keep up with Mr. Edgar."

"Oh, keep up the good work."

Edgar giggled damned as he watched Wayne walk away in exasperation.

(Simple guy. I'm sorry, but you'll be sacrificed.)

Edgar applied a little hand to the broken armor and went under Medes with that foot.

"Guild Leader, may I?

"Whoa, Edgar? What's going on with the Spirit Factory measure? I guess it's going well, huh?

"It was getting a little strange."

"Weird things?

"Yes. Actually, there was a complaint about the equipment from" Dragon Knight's Inn "where I was charged with" Spirit's Factory "measures. Look at this armor."

"What is this? Aren't you worn out? Did you make this?

"No, it was Wayne who made it"

"Wayne did?

"Yep. When I talk about the 'factory of the Spirit' measures, he gets oddly eager to let me do the job myself, so well from time to time he works hard, and I thought it might be skillful and time to entrust him with this kind of work, and I tried to leave it to him with all my heart..."

"I see. So this is what happened?

"Look here. Weirdly thin armor, you know?

"Hmm. Sure. Impossible armor thinness. What did you think made this design? Who was in charge of the design?

"Charles was in charge of the design. I told Wayne to manufacture the armor exactly as Charles designed, but only this thin piece of armor isn't exactly Charles' blueprint."

Edgar showed Charles' written blueprint.

"Sure. There's nothing suspicious about the blueprints. Why the hell would Wayne do this?

"Mm-hmm. Actually, I was pinching a little rumor in my ear about Wayne."

"Unexpected rumors?

"Yeah. Anything. Like I was seeing Lorraine's guy and talking about something."

"What? With Loran's guy?

"Yes, I will. Well, I didn't say anything about who he was meeting, but maybe it had something to do with this one."

"Get Wayne's guy."

"Please wait. I just questioned Wayne's guy directly, and he might be able to fix it."

"Sure. Are there any idiots who honestly admit they acted in disloyalty?"

"I have an idea. I haven't told him yet that the armor is back in this state."

"Hmm? Really?

"So keep this up, hide about the armor breakage, and first take a word about the fact that he was in charge of manufacturing this armor. He has his armor back intact and tells him he has a very good reputation from The Dragon Knight's Anvil. And on top of that, let's ask about trespassing."

"Okay. Do it that way."

Edgar immediately brought Wayne to the Alliance Chief's office.

I'll meet you before you come in.

"Well, as I said before, you were in charge of Breda's armor. On top of that, I recommend you to a senior official. That's all right, right?

"Yes, thank you"

"All right, Guild Leader, excuse me."

Edgar knocked on the door and entered the guild chief's office.

"Ooh. They both came here a lot. I'm sorry. Call me at work."

"No, it's outrageous"

"Wayne, Edgar told me. I think we should work very hard on this" Spirit Factory "measure."

"No. No. I'm just making what I'm told."

"And it's a big deal to be able to do all this work at that young age. Breda, a Class B adventurer at The Dragon Knight's Anvil, said she was satisfied with the armor. In fact, I looked through it too, but it was a pretty good piece of armor. I hear you made that armor, is that true?

"Yes, I did take full responsibility for manufacturing!

"Hmm. Right. After all, you're the one with that armor..."

"Yeah. That must have been quite a delicacy, right?

"Stupid! Look at this!

Broken armor appeared as the guild leader wrapped the cloth around his side.

Beat more broken armor toward Wayne's feet.

"What? What is this? How the hell did this happen..."

"What I want to hear is this way. What the hell are you doing? I didn't expect to make armored thin armor like this. Simulate the face of the Alliance with mud!

Wayne looked at the thin part of the armor and blued.

"Become such an idiot. I thin my armor like this... It's some mistake!

(Clears throat)

Medes blurs Wayne even more with his highly skeptical little eyes.

(Is this guy still being acquired by Loran? Whatever you do, don't let this kind of guy urocho you through the guild)

"I see. You're telling me you didn't know anything about this broken part, while you said you were in charge of the manufacture of armor, right? All right. I know exactly what you're trying to say. You can back off now."

Wayne followed the guild chief's office in dismay.

"Hey, Wayne. Are you okay?"

"Ah, Mr. Edgar. Me... it's really a mistake. I put my armor that way..."

"Oh, I know. You're not the guy to do that. There must have been some misunderstanding."

"But the guild leader..."

"Oh, you totally doubt you. But it's okay. I'll figure it out."

"Is that true?

"Oh, so just get back to where you belong. You still got work to do, don't you?

"Yes. Um, thank you!

"Oh, leave it to me."

But behind Edgar's words like that, Wayne was given a notice of dismissal.

Wayne is expelled from the workshop (atelier) within that day.

Not a word from Edgar against leaving Wayne.

"Damn it. Edgar. That son of a bitch, now you're trying to set me up? I thought it was crazy. I can't believe a bastard like that handled deceased has generously assigned an important job here to hold an upper flower. Forget it when it seems like it's going to work, take the handle. As soon as you fail, you just push the blame over here and you know it."

Wayne looked abhorrently at the Dragon Fire Workshop (Atelier).

"We can't end this like this. I will avenge you."