The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

I don't care what you think. I have some kind of problem. That's what I asked for.

Giorno smiled with a very good-looking face with his thumbs up when he saw me looking in trouble.

It's not like there are no magicians, but maybe there were just no magicians who fit the criteria.

I may be a good actor, but I can't wipe away the anxiety that lingers in my head.

Porch that should be outside the guild. If I went out looking, Porch had one boy stroking his body.

"Yes! Head to neck! Neck to torso!

"Ooh!"

"And like a circle on your cheek! Yes! You're getting better inside!

"Yes, Doctor!

What are you doing, him?

A dark-haired boy strokes his poached cheeks and I speak when he hands on his head again.

"Thank you for waiting."

"Ah, master! Have you found any work for you?

Porch says as he is pulled on his cheek but seems comfortable.

"Mm-hmm, there was, but with an untouched request, I'm a little..."

"What's it about? I think it's worth a try at any job, though?

"Kind of unusual, huh? Apparently, the eldest son of the Fulbride family is looking for magic instruction, but it's a kind of a favor that I can't handle much of."

"Mm, look! Why are you holding your hand! Next time, put it on your back to your tail!

"Oh, yes!

Porch urges the dark-haired boy whose hands have stopped to continue.

Oh? This boy, I feel like I've seen him somewhere......... are you out of your mind?

"How much is the reward?

"It's also a reward for success, and it's a little opaque for those of us who can only live around a week."

"If that's about it -"

"Look! My hands are stopping again!

"Yes, no!

Damn it... this boy is a pretty good guy, isn't he? What are you going to do?

... No, this boy, he's only about ten years old, but not by day. No guardian escort?

Though it's the front of the Adventurer Alliance, I also feel like it's dangerous for boulders......

"Why don't you just take it? It could be a regular income, and sometimes you have to see them."

"Hmm... right"

"Then -"

"Yes, behind your ears!

"Yes!"

"You, give him a break. That kid said something earlier. I would have done that."

Porch, who was listening to the massage behind his ear with a comfortable thin eye, said in a heartfelt voice, "Really? When I said," I heard voices behind my back so that I could put them on my poached exhale from feeling good.

"Boy!

I knew it wasn't the voice we hung up on, but considering the direction and distance of the voice, the person I hung up on is on this side. We turned to that voice.

Then the voice sounds from behind again. Boy soprano still growing. It was a tense, passing voice.

"Grandpa!"

Me and Porch looked at each other in a word that my husband and my squire could understand.

... Are you still blind?

A boy who took his hand off his pouch and headed for an all-back, gray-haired old man. Well, is it still true that this brunette boy is a pretty good kid?

The old man, with his mid back and listening to the boy's words, looked at us glimpsely after he had heard the whole thing.

It was like... yes, those were contemptuous eyes that looked like garbage.

Oh, what's that eye?

Take out the handkerchief and put it against your mouth and come close............ an old man who stops somewhat apart to face to face and talk.

He's pretty tall. It's like a blazer. Frowns that are always wrinkled and thick white eyebrows. A beautifully tidied jaw sticks out of the handkerchief.

"... Huh"

Eyes peeled out of hostility and a nose with an intimidating voice.

Me and Porch will notice the boulder. This old man says he doesn't feel comfortable with adventurers.

Would it be aristocracy because of its identity? Black suit made of quality fabric. I wouldn't have known if Melky hadn't told me. A suit with a slightly longer back area, but I guess this is the kind of clothing.

And so is that boy's clothes. Thin feather weave from the top of the suit… noble no matter where you look from.

"What an untimely adventurer"

"... what does that mean?

It's still a difficult situation to understand, but I think I'm starting to understand.

Could these two be...

"Follow me."

"It's a treat!

It's a boulder pouch.

Greed is coming before understanding. I think it's a beast appraisal.

But with that said, I think he's a cautious guy to put me in the lead and push the back of his knee with his head.

There was no reason to say no, but the old man's attitude remained a resistance material. But the boy's eyes, looking at this one and smiling, had a charm he couldn't refuse for some reason.

Damn, I hope it's no trouble......

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"That's big."

"I'm sorry about the breakfast."

Me and Porch both said as we looked up at the large mansion that showed up in front of us.

The mansion, built southeast of Brunea, looked like the main entrance was going to be stubborn, and a well maintained lawn could be seen in it. That's outrageous, the garden alone is bigger than the Pochizzly store.

"What is this place?

The old man doesn't show how to answer my questions.

The brunette boy hasn't spoken a word since the other day. He's just being nicotine.

An innocent smile, but I feel like I've seen this smile somewhere.

As we walked past the garden, which took three minutes to walk through the main entrance, we were taken to the mansion.

A large entrance hall greets us, with a staircase leading upstairs to the rear of your right. Generally, upstairs is the residence. I saw a separate building on the back of the mansion, but is that the servant's residence?

Following the old man, when I stepped forward, the old man put the stick in the front of the pouch where it came from and prevented its progression.

I stopped at this behavior, but Porch avoided moving forward as if there were no sticks.

No, stop it, you.

"Fuck, stop, dog"

Porch finally stops at the voice urging him to stop, stopping perfectly.

That's already a brilliant way to stop. How to stop as if only Porch stopped time.

If I didn't even wink, I would mistakenly see it as peeled.

"That's it for dogs. You're this way."

"Grandpa, I'm calling my sister."

"I'm sorry it bothered you."

The old man, who altered the colors of his eyes to the boy and lowered his head deeply, raised his head with his tight eyes again as the boy's footsteps headed upstairs.

"Come."

When I snorted small, I followed him to the room next to the stairs where the old man was headed.

An old man with an open door prompts him to enter the room with his eyes. When prompted to go in there, they pass into a simple, lonely room that cannot be called a reception room, no matter how they look at it. The old man, who shuts the door quietly, makes one small cough.

... you mean sit down.

The old man sits behind an old face-to-face sofa, not damaged, and pinches the table.

The room, where the light showed its face and lit up from the window, had a strange impression somewhere.

From what I've seen, given the size of the room.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

There was no other room in a section of the room I saw when I entered. If so, is there any other space?

An old man talks to me looking over the room.

"You, what's your name?

"It's called paua."

Now is the time to use this pseudonym, but I really don't want to. But if Giorno and the others were in this city, it would have been inconvenient to name their real names. That's why Porch and I dared to keep our aliases.

By the time I finished my name, I noticed a sharp gaze that could shower me from somewhere. What's this? Feel it from inside the wall?

I see, I mean, I used the extra room space for a hidden room, and someone said they were peeking.

And well, don't let the boulders realize it's this kind of flow.

The identity of that brunette boy, and the presence of his sister.

... the owner of this gaze is not the only one. Strong enough to tell even over the wall. Yes, Lilia said.

"I'm looking for a job. Right?

I was surprised at the Fulbride girl.