Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

Out of the woods we returned to town early and headed to the guild.

He shot a second bound viper, found two orcs trying to return, and his plans went a little crazy because he was killing them.

Avoiding it was not difficult in itself, but given that reporting the annihilation of the Oak's nest would also end the expensive buyout period for Demon Stones, it was a shame to miss it. I can get you some meat.

"I hope it's not too crowded..."

"You're still okay, aren't you? It's gonna be a little while before the adventurer who's guarding the woods gets back, isn't it?

We don't want to stand out, so it's troublesome to say that the report itself is troublesome, but we have a step-in-law for Mr. Diola who's looking after us, and if we sell the Oak Leader's Demon Stone in the first place, it's inevitable that we'll figure it out.

If so, it would also be more impressive to report normally.

Some of the adventurer guilds that went in with such stories were, as usual, slightly idle. Somehow, busy times seem to have been avoided.

Mr. Diola, who was sitting at the counter, soon noticed this way, laughing nicely and calling out.

"Welcome back, gentlemen"

"I'm home, Mr. Diola. As usual, deliver."

"Yes, then, behind you"

Yes, Mr. Diora prompted us to move to the warehouse behind us.

With all the delivery of oak these days, the chances of processing it at the counter have diminished and I am always starting to move here. Exactly because the oak meat is too big to be arranged on the counter on the table.

"The Hulkas have been delivering orcs to Constant lately, haven't they? Isn't it time for the orc nest to be wiped out? Ugh."

Oh, nice timing.

I nodded at Mr. Diola, who laughed jokingly.

"Yes, actually, the extermination is over"

"Hehe...... yes? What, exterminated?

Mr. Diola froze his expression, slapped his neck, and asked back.

Again we snort at it.

"The oak was in the nest in the east woods,"

"I can't say there's no leak, but I also killed four oak leaders and destroyed the nest."

"Four oak readers, are you?!?"

"Yes, this is a magic stone."

Just got to the warehouse, so Hulka lines up four Oak Leader Demon Stones on the counter there, plus 10 regular Oak Demon Stones too. Next to that, we'll line up the oak fur too. Keep the meat, of course.

"Hey, wait a minute...... you do sound like an oak reader"

Put the demonic stone in your hand on some tool, read the scale, and Mr. Diola gives us a slightly incredible look.

But I'm worried about that tool...

"Mr. Diola, what is that?

If I thought so, Toya asked me.

"Is this it? This is a magic prop that measures the amount of magic in a demon stone. I don't even know the name of the demon, but there are only a few types of demons around here, so I don't really have a problem with that."

There seems to be some more high-performance objects that will even determine the name of the demon, but the purchase price of the demon stone is determined by the amount of magic, so there seems to be no practical problem. By the way, even Toya's [appraisal] can tell the demon's name, but I don't know if it's the same even with Toya's unknown demon stone.

"Are there 4 Oak Leader Demon Stones and 12 Oak Demon Stones...... It's true, right? Normally, you can't have a Rank 2 Adventurer, can you?

Sigh, as Mr. Diola said, slightly distraught.

"I didn't attack you all of a sudden, because I reduced it a bit. You've been bringing in orcs before, haven't you?

"Sure, you've been brought in for about one oak nest. But I didn't know you could kill an oak leader..."

Ordinary oak is a strength that can be killed at a party of about rank 2, but being an oak leader increases difficulty at once. Even with the Alliance sponsored request for the extermination of the oak, the injured are commonplace in the oak leader's crusade, and the dead appear to come out normally.

"By the way, if you're a highly-ranked adventurer?

"The highly-ranked people are amazing... If it's about an oak, I'll cut it off with one hand while I sing my nose. Exactly, when you're an oak reader, there's a huge part of you that can do that."

Ooh, even some of the poles, can someone trump that one to a nose twist? I had a higher level of adventurers than I imagined.

"Of course, those people aren't in this city. Before, when the destruction of the oak nest was delayed and the oak generals occurred, the deputy paid a lot of money to call it in."

The fee for such a high rank seemed enormous, with the result that the deputies were taken responsibility and replaced by lords.

Taking that as a lesson, are the deputies seconded from now on paying subsidies to the Adventurer Guild, where appropriate, for the annihilation of the nest?

"And then, you're an oak fur. Couldn't you just bring the meat back?"

………

Of course I have, but I'm not going to talk about the magic bag capacity, so I'll keep my mouth shut. In terms of unit price per capacity, fur is higher than meat, so I guess Mr. Diola didn't wonder either.

"… Yes, the assessment is complete. I'll give you the reward, to the counter. And I'll also rank up, so can you see the Branch Manager, too?

"Oh, you're going to rank up?

"Yes. The only thing that keeps the Hulkas, who just wiped out the oak, in Rank 2. I don't have any problems with bare lines. Wait a minute, please."

Conversely, if you have a problem with bare lines, you probably won't get a higher rank if you're strong.

About a few minutes to wait for Mr. Diola, who left the warehouse. She showed us back. We moved to the third floor of the guild and stood in front of the back room.

There's no such thing as a weird door, but the fact that you're here means this is the Branch Manager's room.

"Branch Manager, are you coming in?

"Ooh."

Mr. Diola knocks on the door, opens the door at the stage of hearing or not hearing a response, and goes inside.

It was a very ordinary room, which was not particularly luxurious.

The shelves placed between the left and right walls are packed with crates, and the floor beneath them is also stacked with crates, rather cluttered.

Behind the room was a desk, and sitting there was a man who stepped foot in an early age.

The hairline of the hair is a little retracted, but to see a body that has been worked out quite well, maybe it's originally an adventurer.

"Are those what Diora calls promising adventurers?

"Yes, they are those who firmly ripen their jobs without groundless confidence or recklessness specific to young people"

The branch manager, who was looking at us with a slightly treacherous gaze, nodded one and deposited his body behind the chair.

"Hmm... well, if that's what the Deputy Branch Manager decided, I wouldn't disagree. I'm Marks, Adventurer Guild Branch Manager for the town of Raffan. It'll be a short time, thank you."

It's kind of a throwing word, but if you're dealing with a low-ranking adventurer, is this what it is?

Besides, Mr. Diora was the deputy director of the branch?

I was asking about the executives...

"Branch Manager! Greet me more properly! Because I'm an adventurer who rarely seems to settle in this city!

"... what?

"We've already bought land in this city and built houses as well. Hey?"

"Yes, I finished it the other day"

When Hulka said so and nodded, Mr. Marks suddenly stood up again with a smile on his face and approached us.

"Oh, I'm sorry about this. At about Rank 4, there are many adventurers who leave the city. I don't have the right job to be ranked."

"Don't you?

"There isn't. If I had a magic bag like you guys, I could make money from an oak, but otherwise I wouldn't be able to make much money..."

A 'wooden guard' job you can do from about rank 1 or 2.

They don't have the next job in this city.

The ranks of the battle are just right around the oak, but the oak around here usually doesn't come out near the streets and needs to go to the back of the woods to hunt.

Then if you don't have a magic bag, you won't be able to make money from hindering the takeaway of the material.

"That's why I'm counting on you, Halka, Nao, Toya, Natsuki, Yuki"

Mr. Marks shook his hand and slapped his shoulder as he called our names.

Even though this is the first time I've seen us, seeing that no one's name is wrong, I guess he remembered the traits and the name properly, while not seemingly interested.

He's a bit of a brain muscle, but he's pretty capable.

"But Branch Manager, as I just reported, the oak in the East Forest has already been wiped out by Mr. Hulka..."

"That's right. I'm sorry I can't introduce you to the right job as an guild... If only you'd cut me a tree in the north woods."

Diola turned a stern eye and blocked the words from Mr. Marks, who said so in a small voice.

"Branch Manager! Are you going to kill the Hulkas!?"

"Wow, wow. It's just hope. If I could at least make my way to the foot of the mountain range, if it's just the escort, I'd think I'd be able to figure it out, even if it's about rank 4 or 5."

The lack of jobs for the ranks around there has caused adventurers to leave town, even as branch managers, and they've been searching for solutions to that for a long time.

He also said the town's deputies are worried about the shortage of nametrees that can be logged behind the northern woods, and have shown an attitude that in addition to asking the guild to buy nametrees, they will also grant subsidies for the development of an easily logged environment.

But just to pave the way, there is not enough money to attract high-ranking adventurers from the outside, and there is not enough absolute numbers of adventurers to meet the conditions even to cover them internally. Besides, when adventurers who grew up in town also rise in rank, they spill out because they don't have a job.

Inevitably, the branch manager's concept has been at a standstill for a long time.

"Um, I'm sorry, but you can't make way for the North Forest, can you?

When Natsuki hesitated to say so, Mr. Marks laughed and nodded, gahaha.

"Of course, I know that, and I'm not asking you to. Diora will kill you."

"Branch Manager......?

Mr. Diola laughs nicely and looks up at Mr. Marks.

Although my eyes are not laughing at all.

In that gaze Mr. Marks shook his head like he was in a panic.

"Oh, no, no, Diora's an adventurer! Yeah, I think it's great."

"Right? You suck at mediating an impossible job, don't you?

"Of course!

Mr. Marks is also nodding along with Diora, who snorts at Wakako, but there is sweat on his forehead.

Um, actually, in terms of power, is Mr. Diola better up there?

Mr. Diora, sometimes, is quite compelling.

"You guys are usually in this city, and if it's possible, you can raise your rank. That's fine. Somewhat more adventurers will stay in town if the successful ones are close."

That's what I said and laughed at. It was Mr. Marks, but Mr. Diola waters him down there.

"Will it go so well? After all, it's because I don't have a job. The Hulkas are going to do well, but the other adventurers..."

"Don't say that, Diora. Honestly, I'm stuck. Can we just hope for a little bit?

Mr. Marks returned to his seat sighing and lowered his back a little tired.

"You're free to expect, but don't put pressure on the Hulkas, right?

"I know. But... Diora, do you have any ideas?

"It's the Branch Manager's job to think about it, isn't it? Don't be foolish with your men."

Mr. Diola pointed a frightened gaze at Mr. Marks, and this one sighed again.

Hmm, is it time for us to leave?

When I thought, Hulka spoke to Mr. Diola.

"Um, is it time for us to be good?

"You did. Then you all go to the counter below."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Good luck with that as best you can."

Mr. Marks inspired us to laugh and Mr. Diola took us out of the room.