"Welcome - Oh, I've been expecting you. Dear Hynd."
"Hello, Mr. Clarice. My people are with me, are you okay?
"Unfortunately it doesn't increase the reward, if that's okay with you. Please wait while I call someone to replace the store number. Auntie!
There are no other players in the store.
Mr. Clarice walks into the back door of the counter as he calls.
You said grandma......
If they're older, is it going to take a while for them to come out?
"Is that the NPC...? It's called conversational responsiveness, it seems very different from the traditional one... very incredible"
"Huh? Is that the guy?
"Remember the indication of the name above your head. It wouldn't have been the same color as our name, would it?
"Oh...... I see"
"Shit, Yumil. Apparently, the word NPC sounds like a discriminatory term to them. If you're not careful, you'll be in a bad mood."
"Really...?
There was a player who was mucky and called the arms dealer's jerk NPC, so he was probably definitely beaten up.
"I don't know what that means, but it's a strangely eclampsia-disabling name," according to a story I heard about the Oyaji shortly after.
There are also rumors that doing too much of that will render the store unavailable... Anyway, I've never been there to avoid it.
If this is a 'visitor', should we call them 'locals' in peace?
"I think it's some kind of message from the operation. At least he wants us to treat him as if he were a real person in front of them."
"I see... I understand. If you think of a medium called VR, that would certainly be the right way to enjoy it. Rather, I don't hate that way of thinking."
"Is that how you're going to make one world? Games are funnier than I thought."
"Heh, naturally!
"I don't know what Mr. Yumil means to be prestigious."
That's when the door opens and an old woman with a slight hip turns shows up.
Mr. Clarice will continue to support you.
The old woman slowly walked over and observed my face still.
What is it?
"Yeah...... I see it doesn't look bad in there. You want this guy? Clarice."
"I haven't had you take it on yet... but yeah, maybe I will. Grandma, nice to see you later. Gentlemen, please come inside. We will discuss the details of the request in detail."
"Yes," "um," "Girougiro Mr. Hynd... you're a rude lady..."
We were sent to the back of the store where other players didn't seem to get a chance to get in.
It usually looks like a room with a table set or something, and when I sit back, Mr. Clarice gives me something like a contract.
"The request is written here. Read it. On top of that, if you have any questions."
"Yes, I understand. Uh..."
"Request: Escort the Pedestrian"
Contents: Please escort a "certain person" who is a pedestrian to the town of Heathrow.
Compensation: Book of Skill Points
Number of persons: 1 or more
You cannot accept this request again.
… what, a simple contract containing a large amount of this gaming ingredient?
Confused, I had Yumil and Liz look through the contract, too, and turn to Mr. Clarice.
"No, it's a very simple and easy to understand contract."
"This is normal in this world...... was something wrong?
"Yes, no. By the way, what is this certain person...?
"Well..."
Mr. Clarice suddenly moistened.
When she tries something like that with her grown-up look, her heart goes off in the gap.
Hey, hey, cheeks loose - ha!?
"You look so sloppy... hey, it's Heind"
"That's unclean... you can't turn that face on someone other than me...?
"Wow, I'm sorry...... he certainly was a terrible face that made women uncomfortable...... maybe. But I'm cold, so why don't you stop looking at me? Double, it's really going to freeze..."
"Hung. So, who is it? You're being escorted."
"Wow, I..."
Mr. Clarice's unexpected words stunned me and Yumil.
Let me talk to you a little bit - that's how the three of us hardened up in the corner of the room.
Mr. Clarice is turning an anxious gaze, but not now.
"What do you mean, Hynd! N- that locals move elsewhere at their will!? Besides, there's an important role person who's a tool dealer!?
"I don't know what it is, either. But now we know why it was prescribed for her. Escorts are the ones who keep their lives... and they can be discreet. So you offered me a discount on breaking terms to see how I got out."
I don't see an NPC in this village that seems to be able to escort merchants...
I guess that's the setting, but is it on purpose?
I mean, I guess the emergence of 'visitors' was a boat across the street for Mr. Clarice, who wants to be a trafficker.
There's an old lady who's going to be a replacement clerk, and this in a way behaves as the operation intended...... is it?
"... is that so? Sure, I, too, can't leave every request to a simple person like Mr. Yumil to rest assured, so I said," What! "Preferably someone suspicious who can read the back of the word. In that sense, me and her could be alike."
"So, what do you say, Hynd? Surely the town of Heathrow is just north of the Homa Plains, isn't it? That means we have to break through that aug. The odds are..."
"Yes. You're fine. So, what do we do, Yumil? This request…"
"Whatever, take it! That sounds like more fun!
"Copy that. Do you want to go?"
We decided to take on Mr. Clarice's request.
With a full smile on her face in response, Clarice immediately tells me that she is ready to carry a large package that she has removed from somewhere.
The letter 'Toolstore Clarice' on his head disappeared and instead the letter 'Pedestrian Clarice' appears - no, I'm just surprised.
I'm gonna switch to the clothes I'm wearing in an instant.
From village daughter-like loose clothes to solid clothes like travel bundles.
You don't care about places like this... I don't really understand the standard of operation here.
Then we were instructed to wait in front of the store just a little bit, so we stand in front of the entrance and wait.
The players in the store are surprised by Mr. Clarice's change... I can't help it either.
That Mr. Clarice, apparently, is cuddling with the old lady who was standing in the store number instead.
Are you even saying goodbye words?
"Ugh, I don't like to see scenes like that..."
"Yes? Mr. Yumil, are you crying a little? You two, you must be the one we just met, right? I don't think there's any reason to move my mind that far."
"As a matter of fact, Clarice's parents are dead... because that old lady raised her with one hand and she celebrated her traveling day today. Think of the old lady's chest... I don't want her to go to her granddaughter, who raised her dearly, but I also want her dreams to come true. Such intricate emotions intrude..."
"Oh, did you? Be rude, though I didn't know..."
I fantasized about it.
"I thought you said it, but it was a mistake. Please die."
"Ha, even if you don't tell me, I'll die if I go into battle! Definitely!"
Liz flashed at Yumil's too much remark.
No, even if they say so naturally......
Mr. Clarice, who came out after a while, told us to go, and we headed for Homer Plains with four of us.