While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

Anyway, I don't know why.

"It's going to be a long story. Can we continue at home?

Speaking of which, the plateau house was approaching.

Could it be some complicated relationship or connection between Saul and the Bandit Camp?

Antique shops and thieves, indeed. It's a combination that doesn't matter what happens.

"I see. Let me listen carefully....."

It seems certain that you are the only one who has a mysterious request.

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When I put in the tea and listened to the rest, Saul said:

"The thief is scheduled to enter the warehouse of the Luxuda branch. It's far from the head office of Vanzeldo Castle."

I think they have a branch because they belong to the Knights of Appraisal.

"And the warehouse needs to be cleaned regularly. So..."

"So," I repeated.

"--I decided to take care of this thief."

Nh...? Thank you. The story is out of line with my assumptions.

"Um, this may be a long story, but isn't there a rival relationship between you and the thief?

"I don't know him."

Then let the thief clean it up!

"By the way, the address was written on the notice, so I sent the contract under the name of cleaning the warehouse, and it was signed and mailed. It's a formal contract."

It's just the cleaning staff!

"But a burglar is a thief, isn't it? She admitted that she would clean it and that she might steal a lot of it. It's going to be a lot of damage."

"The thief will only steal the incredibly worthless Macosia Loser."

As a matter of course, Saul said.

Speaking of which, yes... The thief is only interested in gathering the shame of his family around him and leaving.

"Macosia, if you think about cleaning up the losers' stuff, it's never a loss."

"I don't know if the burglar will take the dust instead of cleaning it."

If the thief is swallowing, the antique shop is swallowing.

No, I wonder if Canhayne will clean it up...

"No, there's something worse in the warehouse than dust. Cleaning includes you."

So Solya slowly put the cup on her mouth. The behavior is quite elegant.

"A warehouse is a monster called Mimic."

"Mimic!?

I have heard of it.

If I opened it thinking it was a treasure chest, it would bite.

"It's easy to spring up in a warehouse where antiques line up a lot. Ah, these museums are safe because they rarely inhabit human lands these days."

Great. Hulkara's getting into the museum, and it's going to be important if he can do it.

"This warehouse is a very difficult place to reach because it is rarely accessible to anyone. On the other hand, there are too many mics, so we need to get rid of them somewhat."

"So, I just wish the burglar would come in."

Kokuri and Canhein nodded.

"It's not specifically written in the contract to get rid of a few of them, but if the Mimic attacked us, we should get rid of the thief. It's enough for occasional cleaning."

So, "But," Fattora murmured.

"Mr Canheyin alone is powerless. Mimic surroundings can also kill you. If it's a popular warehouse, I won't be able to help."

"When the thief calls for help, I think it's over... So you're asking me to..."

I understand.

I was escorted by the thief, and the antique shop asked me to put an end to the Mimic.

At the very least, the burglar and the antique shop share a common interest.

"But isn't this escort someone from the Devil even me?

"It's safer for people who know their faces because the guards have trouble stealing from the warehouse. Because there are a lot of expensive ones. I know that Azsa doesn't feel like making money."

I sighed at Fattra's words.

I understand, but it would be easier to let someone I know do it.

"If that doesn't seem to be a problem, I'd like you to come to the town of Luxuda, where the warehouse is located."

Mr. Fartra, you seem calm and surprisingly strong. You know very well that just being reluctant doesn't change your job.

It is troublesome. It can't be that it's not too much trouble.

But it is true that the Knights of Appraisal took care of him.

I didn't think Halkara would build a museum, but if I didn't know what it was worth, there was a danger that my home would be occupied forever.

The Knights of Appraisal gave me a free assessment. Should I make up for that?

"Well then, let's do it. It doesn't seem like such a long job, and it'll be over soon."

"Thank you. Then I'll give you this."

Saul gave me something like a metal medal.

"What is this? Antiques or something?

"It's the Knights of Appraisal brooch."

"Yes, Azsa will temporarily be known as the Knights of Appraisal."

That's what Fartra said and slapped his hand.

"Congratulations. Azsa, you're in the Knights."

"If I live long enough, I may become a Knights...."

Recently, the measure of accepting things has become wider, or I feel that giving up has become better.

Azsa, you've joined the Knights.

"Now, as a member of the Knights of Appraisal, I want you to work hard."

"Yes, yes... I don't like the feeling of being a store manager..."

"I think it's hard to get to the warehouse or attack the warehouse, but you'll be fine."

No, I thought you said it was difficult to get there earlier.

"You don't think the warehouse itself is on a cliff wall, or in an incredible basement...?

Saul drinks tea and puts the cup on.

"If it's a warehouse, it's in town."

Well, I think it's easy to get there, but what does that mean?