The Peerless Kobold (WN)

The child fox on his right shoulder looks indoors with a chill, as opposed to avoiding a buzzing guild co-located liquor store and heading straight to a bulletin board where the eye-sharp silver-haired young man is pasting his request.

"Wafaaaoooo, quang (that's kind of noisy, brother)"

Although my sister talks to me somehow, there's no reason to just say "wow” in the guild, so I nod gently and stroke the fox's head.

"Cu ~ n."

For once, I have told Dagger on the outskirts of the city that I would ignore it even if I spoke to him, and that would be the same as when I went to the town of Zergla before, so there would be no problem.

This time I intend to stay for a few days and rent a room from here in the three adjacent lodgings "Four-leaf White Stuffed Grass (Clover) Pavilion," so any conversation other than an emergency should be there.

(I just got an affordable request, would you like some rice...)

A glimpse at the dinnertime liquor store, which smells delicious, turns consciousness to a young woman dressed in quality gear and with a rampant grin that attracts more attention than the other adventurers.

With her golden thread hair wrapped in a red ribbon, she was born of a swordsman, but was slightly uncomfortable because she wore multiple ornaments that assisted with magic ceremonies instead of canes.

The large man sitting opposite it also features a thick medium-sized shield (middle shield) standing on the chair, a large sword with a pointed two-sided triangle shape, which is noticeable.

(such as Magic Swordsman (Maygas Sword) and Interceptor (Defense) Warrior (Vanguard)...)

Wild instincts hurt to discover the unexpected strong, but they don't have to be involved, so they immediately take their gaze off and head to the bulletin board on which the request is pasted.

"Hmm, of Stephen Cobolt living northwest of the town of Dresde... dismissed"

Apparently, the cobolts of meadow species can starve and attack livestock in winter, so I'm asking them to reduce the number before they do, but what makes them sad and have to drive their peers away...

Because our flock is fortunate to live in the abundant Easteria Forest, it is unlikely to be known to me that we risked our hands on livestock.

However, I remember beating down about a few pairs of runaway adventurers earlier in the spring, so just in case there was no such thing as a request posted to "get rid of cobolts in the middle of Easteria," I exhaled.

"Cuoo?"

"Nothing."

Pough off the head of the little fox tilting his neck, then peel the request from the pharmacist to "pick up the black rabbit horn” off the bulletin board and take it to the receptionist at the counter.

The black rabbit is a black horned rabbit about 1 m long, and the horn of silver is processed as a biologic medicine such as liver disease and gastroenteritis, which do not heal magic.

Because the encounter rate is considerably lower than normal Big Horn Rabbits, it would be difficult to get a corner from the humans, especially in desert countries that do not inhabit their own countries, which should have had incredible amounts on them.

So the amount of reward we've confirmed is pretty good, but if we have a good sense of smell living in the woods, throw in a few days and we'll find one or so.

While calculating the corners of the black rabbits that are not captured, if the end goes well, I will offer a request to the receptionist in a good mood to buy souvenirs for everyone in the settlement and go home...

"You know your lord sent you a special request, right?

"... Yes?

"We can only handle requests related to the Valiant Crusade in our current guild, may I see your guild registration card?

Remove and give the small parchment folded from the lumbar bag as requested.

"Mr. Archer, a good weapon is a bow... your name is intact"

"... (Should it still have been a more normal name?)"

"Eh, fitness is avant-garde even though you're a bowman!?

You can see the basic physical abilities and skill with the weapon in the aptitude test you took when registering for the Alliance, but unwillingly your aptitude value as an avant-garde was higher than that of an avant-garde.

I certainly can't say I don't have any idea, such as slashing each other with a double sword goblin or talking with my fellow countrymen with my fists according to the tradition of the Kobolts...... oh, you've felt like nothing has grown since the mercenary age.

A little while I remember the old days and looked away, the receptionist finishes confirming the contents of the statement and gives me the registration card as an aside.

"Sorry, your affiliation is Zergra's guild..."

Slightly clouding her expression, according to her explanation, adventurers who visit guilds where special requests are made by lords are obliged to participate.

(You seem to know a lot...)

As soon as I opened my mouth to check a few special requests, I felt signs behind my back and looked back.

"Whoa, sorry, can I talk to you for a second?

A chestnut-haired young man makes a smile as he pulls his hand in trying to reach the shoulder of those without a sister.

"I don't mind..."

"Hey, you came into the guild by yourself, are you a botch?

Don't be subtly rude with a refreshing smile, this guy.

"No, there's going to be a crusade for the Valiants soon, my fellow bowmen are injured in that outpost... I'd like to ask for help if I can"

Hmm, a temporary member... I'm not interested in anything else, so honestly I thought either would be a good idea, and when the chestnut-haired young man looked at the table with his fingers, a red-haired wizard like I saw somewhere sat down a bit.

"... well, let's talk about it"

"Right! Thank you."

I thought it was on some edge to meet them by chance this way, and as I approached their seating table upon invitation, Muriel would start twisting her neck.

At that point I noticed, too.

to her staring at her sister who had begun to mend her hair over her shoulder... and her little hand of white hair lifted against her only at the tip as she rode on her shoulder to stab a stop.

"Cure ~ n."

"Huh!?

Shortly after, the red-haired demon mentor freezes with a stunned look.