The Strongest Wingless Gargoyle

I've had a rough life for the last few days and I've decided to change my life in the castle.

The next day I talked to the two of you.

For the early breakfast, leave the castle gate to the city of Menardo.

Let's go outside first.

Naturally, it's important to let the sun shine.

Yesterday, when I went back to the room with permission to go out from Reese and Cliff, I noticed that the sheets on the bed were being replaced with clean stuff.

The elf maids were working while I was gone.

Make the most of it without missing out on time so as not to bother the Guest.

You're a professional...

At this time, I now understand that my life is supported by all kinds of people.

I tried to do my best......

True, I'm glad I realized it early.

"Well, I wonder where we're going"

When it comes to work first, it would be a guild.

Like the city of Farah, they have a governing guild in this city.

I wish I could get a job.

In the city of Farah, a fellow named Lizardman was given a job because he had company.

I don't have company this time, so I may not be able to take the request.

(Well...)

Even if I don't have a job, I can afford the money because the egg shell sold high at the auction.

If you go back to the castle, you'll be guaranteed food and accommodation.

I mean, there's nothing to fear.

Much easier than before.

Besides, last time I was alone at first, I could handle it.

Like Lew and the others, someone could be involved this time.

Don't hesitate to let that team parasitize you then.

It may be somewhat forceful, but if you don't, you better think I can't take the favor right now.

Hopefully, even individuals will be free to get a job.

Every time I come to a new place, I go through a lot of trouble, it just stinks.

Maybe I can talk to Cliff about this issue later.

He's a demon king for once, and he might get some good ideas.

I walk towards the guild.

The guild is located on a two-storey section of the city somewhat overland.

Walking about twenty minutes south of the castle, I saw a three-story white building.

A sign with a large inscription 'Guild' hangs from the roof on the third floor.

It's really easy to understand, it's kind.

Open the door and enter the guild.

"Hello ~"

Just say hello.

(Ooh...)

There were a lot of people packed inside the guild in the morning.

We talked about the most crowded morning in the city of Farah.

I decide to wait a little......

It's crowded and hard to get around.

(Where do I line this up?

"Whoa! What are you doing today!

I stopped near the entrance and a Sahagin man came near me.

Pale scales grow all over the body, and two legs have fins.

"You're the first guild in this city, aren't you?

Don't be reluctant with the first person you meet.

Don't be a bummer, man.

I'll just keep this guy on guard for a little while.

"Oh...... well don't be. I've never been to Menardo's guild before."

"I know, I've been here a long time. Soon you'll know if you're new or not, and you still didn't know how to move."

The Sahagin man looks around my whole body.

"Gargoyle... is that what you want for a mercenary guild?

"Oh, I was just looking for a job."

"Then sit at the table there, and I'll listen to you. The first guy to come to the guild is gonna sit over there."

"Okay."

Looks like this guild has a guide, too, as it did in Farah's city.

"Is there a reason for that back?

…………

"Don't tell everyone, it's a guest for the Alliance who's up against you... don't hesitate to treat me"

Oh, my God, isn't he some kind of friendly guy with an array of appearances and tones?

Should I even say that I feel tender behind rough language?

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some water, let's talk about it carefully"

They even bother to prepare drinks.

Truth is, people don't look like it.

I decide to de-alert.

Even Lew and the others, I think, were the real good guys while they looked like that.

Let's have a kick-ass conversation and then try to judge people.

It's rude of them to judge you by preconceptions.

And that's when I tried to sit in the chair that Sahagin instructed me to do.

"Hey Mr. Ginn!!!

"Whew!!

From the reception counter in the back, a receptionist elf woman cracked the crowd and approached this one with an angry look.

"I've told you many times, you can't do that!!

"Shit, that's bullshit!

"Hey, what the fuck?

That's right. I'm confused, too, and I alternate between an elf and a sahagin.

When the elf appeared, Sahagin chipped his tongue and immediately left the scene.

"You were in danger, be careful"

"What is it?

Mr. Elf gives a relief look when he makes it.

What? Was he gonna do something to me?

Was I in danger?

I don't know what to say to him myself, but I don't expect him to be late.

"He's not an employee."

"Yes?"

Not an official...?

The elf who kept showing up explains it.

"It's my hobby to get personal information under the guise of an official, that Sahagin"

"Ku, the shithead..."

Oh, abuuuu...

I almost took the delay.

In retrospect, that Sahagin only says' I'll ask you '.

You didn't say a word about yourself being an official.

"Even before this, in the guild, I prepared my own simple table and said, 'Hey, I don't know what to do here. Guy come here!!' Cause I called on the users, and when I got alarmed, it was always like this."

"How annoying, why are you leaving him like that?

"Naturally it's a nuisance to the guild, so I'm still paying attention to this. But to this extent, I didn't get caught... and I insist that he was talking to the public."

"The victim won't say anything?

"Aftercare for those who have been harmed is also complete. Sounds like you're gonna give some useful advice at the end of the conversation, and you were giving some injured man a potion in his stomach."

You're kind, aren't you?

You're a dude I don't know.

"As it were, well, no, I need a mercenary guild. What am I supposed to do?

Let's get back on our minds and get back to our original business.

"If you're a mercenary guild, line up in the second reception line from the right over there"

"Okay."

After all, that Sahagin didn't do any harm.

Let's just forget about it.

………

"What's up?

Trying to line up in a line of mercenary guilds, he stops.

"You're a real employee, aren't you?

"Yes, I'm fine... sorry, this is my employee ID"

An elf receptionist who looks sorry and shows me the staff ID that was in his chest pocket.

For once......

If this were a bunk trap or something, I'd want to cry.