Compared to before, the Adventurers Bureau lobby, which I haven't visited in five days, seemed somewhat crowded.
A significant number of people sit in chairs on the wall and are interested in chatting.
As soon as Tor and the others stepped in, the blurring stopped only slightly, and the talk leaked out from all over the place between them.
"Hey, look at that."
"I heard you say a true silver russell got hit lightly?
"It can't be. That's mud fishing, isn't it?
"I hear you slapped him in the blink of an eye. He said he didn't have time to make moves."
"Is that true? If so, you mean it's not what it looks like."
"Not only that, but the kid with him seems to be a great magician. He bounced his martial arts with a wave of a wand of everything"
"Sure,... that's so cute"
After several adventures, Sola had become accustomed to wearing a robe of bright white linen cloth as well, and she totally wore that kind of vibe.
In addition, there are also eye-catching elements, such as fluffy and soft bouncing dark hair, pale colored lips, and big, loving eyes with a lower buttocks.
The attention of the men in the lobby focused on a girl full of nature and charm.
But the pivotal Sola has no way of noticing, turning around and laughing innocently at the man with her.
Occasionally, the surrounding voices mixed with jealousy and envy.
"It's funny how such a pretty girl sticks to an old man who can't."
"That's a rumor, even parents and children."
"No, no, according to what I heard, they named him a couple at the reception."
"Seriously! You're lying. How many years is the difference? Courtroom temple shabby, dude."
"No, you're just saying too much crime"
"To, is this where you are?!
The guys who kept whispering stopped the conversation to a young voice that suddenly echoed in the lobby.
Most of the gaze shifts from the back of Tor to a third person with a face.
There he was, a kid with golden cuckold hair on his back and a wide forehead rounded out.
Put together a brand new red leather cape that reaches the thighs, and the thin feet are covered in thick socks.
With his purple eyes wide open, the child was squeezing Tor's waistband with one hand.
I can't help but raise my voice to an adorable being too out of place.
"With kids?!
"No way, already?
"No, seriously, you're not connected to blood, no matter what."
"But he called me To-chan."
"............... what the hell is going on...?
Thor reassures the folks who keep it away from him that things seem to have gone well the other day.
Now that I want to focus on fostering Sola and Moo, I wanted to avoid extra interference as much as possible.
"Be quiet a little longer. This is a place called the Adventurers Bureau."
"Boo Kensha. I've got Grandma Yu. That's what To does."
"Hey, Moo, I'm a senior, so I'll show you around."
Sora, who was just so good at lifting her jaw, takes Moo in front of the contact board.
"Try it, Moo. Look, isn't that amazing?
"What is this!
"Write down what we all want here, or let's do it together."
"Can I have Moo too?!
"Yes, go ahead -"
Sola giving permission on her own.
The stretched child rubs the white ink handed to the empty place with joy.
Moo began to laze and paint in front of Thor, who peeked intriguingly into whether the letters could have been written.
"What the hell?
In the mystery of the graffiti portrayed by the child, Thor accidentally expressed his doubts.
Three black dots on the snoring circle. It has a stick line that branches off with the hyoro hyoro.
That was three in line.
"This, To. This is Moo!
If you ask me, I look hard on people.
The far left is Tor, and the small one in the middle looks like a self-portrait.
To its right is depicted a figure bigger than Moo and slightly smaller than Thor.
"Oh, this, is it me?
"That, Grandma Yu!
When I looked closely, there was a small protrusion next to my face. It seems to represent pointy ears.
At the foot of Euril there is a line of white-filled and obliquely lined ovals.
"What? So this is me?
"It, Cro and Shima"
Moo with a face like I'm not sure what they're asking me, and Sola with a face that I'm not sure what they're saying.
Anticipating that the tension was also around the time of relaxation, Tor encouraged the child.
"Okay, are you satisfied? It's time to go to reception."
"Yeah! I'll almost paint you again"
Moo with white ink grabs onto Thor's arm and walks out vigorously to the window counter.
One girl left was looking at the graffiti on the contact board with a depressed face.
"Uh, me, aren't you...?
The contact person for the new registration was also a flattering young woman.
Her hair looks shorter and more serious.
Looks like he's still a rookie to see where he hasn't worn his green uniform.
"I'd like to ask for a new adventurer registration."
"Yes, welcome! Thank you for today. Now fill out this form."
Hazy talk, but around suddenly soaking up Q&A, I still don't seem used to this job.
Moreover, he has not noticed the green edge plate that is lowering to the neck of Tor.
When Thor wrote a slur on the application form and handed it to him, the receptionist began to look through Hung Hung.
"Your name is Mr. Mummeme. Your birth is Hakri, your age is nine and......, Chief, Chief Siecca!
A skinny man with red hair approaches the receptionist who suddenly turns around and raises his voice early enough.
"Not again. What the hell is this time? Mr. Mikaki."
"Apparently, it's an age fraud"
"Huh?"
"Look, the suspect insists he's nine years old."
The receptionist, who was whispering and consulting with her boss, gives a chilling glance at Tor with his ragged face.
"What a stupid thing to do... Mm, you're really nine. Sir, is there anything wrong with this age? You don't seem to be thirty years old enough."
To an official who accurately mentioned his age, Thor exhaled gently and scratched under his chin.
Then he enters between Tor and the counter and points to Moo, who is trying so hard to peek inside as he stretches out.
"It's not me. Hope is this way."
"Oh, this is... Excuse me."
The child, who allowed only half his face to peek from under the counter, and the official, who quickly shifted his gaze to Thor's Adventurer's bill, stared at the receptionist.
"Damn, you are. Don't be so quick."
"Shh, excuse me"
"Shima Er"
"also, sorry"
For some reason I'll give the receptionist both thumbs up and let him swing left and right Moo.
Shortly afterwards he grabs his cheek from Tor and pulls it gently on both sides.
Thank you. I think I remember the trick the owner of the armor store was doing.
"Well, let's get this over with."
"Yes, I'm home. He's such a little kid, are you okay?
"This guy is a magic trick. You don't have to get close to the monster."
The age qualification of an adventurer starts at eight years of age.
This is the rule that the aristocracy and other privileged classes have pushed in to finish their sons and daughters early.
Skill Points are a mechanism that is distributed even if you have strengthened or just recovered party members in battle.
Otherwise, if you enter a monster once with martial or magical moves, you will be considered to have participated in the battle.
However, such a forceful way to grow skills is synonymous with fighting in practically one small number of people, and there are not many attempts other than parties that are so powerful.
Because rank limits the areas you can challenge, it's impossible to make extra money in low-ranking places.
So it can be said that a child adventurer whose body is not ready is quite rare.
However, if there is a reason why you can be strong enough, there are times when you can add young people to your membership.
You thought of one of them, and the receptionist, who suddenly stopped her hand, takes a serious peek into Moo's eyes.
The woman with her face up told Thor clearly.
"You can't allow it."
"Can you tell me why?
"It's, uh..."
"That's okay, Micaki. As requested by you."
"Yeah, but it's not tasty, Chief. Using the owner solely for enemy purposes is suspension or disqualification of the Adventurer."
I know you're going to be lurking your voice, but you can also hear the Tors in front of you.
To my honest subordinate's advice, my boss's man gave me a tongue-in-cheek that didn't sound.
A < electric detective > is a very useful magic trick that allows you to identify the position of the surrounding monsters in the subbranch skills of Gigiro's magic skill tree.
It's just convenient, but there's one problem, and no matter how much you can identify, the user doesn't get a single point.
The act of walking < detective > owners only to find monsters was rampant in the past and was now banned as unworthy of training adventurers.
Moo would have been judged to be a similar case at a time when he was a child who was completely useless in melee combat with purple-eye magic tricks.
It would be quick to talk if you possessed other magic moves that can be attacked, but basically only one initial branch skill is given to one person.
In the first place, moreover, there are no lower branch skills that can be used to attack lightning-based magic moves.
It has become a medium branch skill and can finally fly a small thunder called < Electric Throw Arrow >.
Thunder Demon Technician's role in the party was primarily a defensive imperative to draw the monster's attention using enemy defense and self-enhancement.
"Um... do you want to withdraw your application?
"No, go on. That's not a problem."
To Thor's words, the official man shivered his lower lip slightly.
From the other side, it would look like a dumb way to move on and fall into a hole, but not so much without Thor even thinking about it.
Measures had already been taken.
No. Is the measure itself more correct, for example, that nothing has been done yet?
"So can you touch this one?
"This is it? Toe."
Moo strokes the crystal balls placed by the receptionist with a pet as she asks.
The man peering into the soul tester as he pushed the receptionist over turned into an incredible face.
"Uh, Master Mummume is a purple trunk, thunderous tree pedigree, isn't it? Ownership skills are -?!"
"Stupid...... He said it wasn't."
Unlike rare detectors, < Electric Spike > is the most common skill in lightning-based magic.
It is almost impossible to purposefully hire an owner for a party because it can only be used for itself.
Look at the two people raising their surprise voices, and let Moo try to round his eyes and raise his hands as well.
This also seems to be an imitation of the armor store owner, but somehow it was perfect for this situation.
"So, since we have no particular problem, let me issue you an Adventurer's Bill. Nice... right? Chief."
".................. oh yeah"
"Please wait until it's ready."
The receptionist, who confirmed to his still eye-opening boss, proceeded with the process with a tequila.
Sitting on a bench away from the counter, Tor hears Moo next to him bluffing his legs.
"Hey, have you ever used an electric thorn?
"Yeah? Something tasty?
"It's not food. Thunder on your body...... You know what thunder is? The one where the sky suddenly shines and sounds amazing."
"Moo, that's right! Don't be a picky one."
"That little one is the one that feels like running all over your body. Have you ever done anything like that?
Did you have any idea, the child punched his hands together.
"Oh, the one who loses the itch. You're gonna tingle, To."
"Probably that. Then don't worry about the lack of magic."
"Yeah, we're not stuffed!
Thor glides between Moo's brows, who replies even though he's not sure, with his thumb belly.
Later, waiting in a long chair for a while, the receptionist called me.
The registration was completed successfully, having received the plate in exchange for one large copper coin.
"Okay, now you can finally go hunting. No, what happened to Sola?
"Oh, I'm painting!
Apparently, until now, Sola had drawn something on the contact board.
As the approaching Tors peered in, what the girl was drawing was a painting of a flower garden surrounding Moo's graffiti all the way around.
"Hey, it's over"
"Oh, my God."
"Oh, when!
Sora rejoices in surprise at Moo, who boasts of placing adventurer bills.
"Congratulations! Good for you, Moo"
"Does this make Moo Boo Ken too? Toe, you're kidding me!
"Well, let's go to the woods."
"Yes. Good luck!
"Yeah!"
Thor only steals a look at the counter for a moment as he pushes the door open for both of us.
The official man, who hid his expression, stared at the toils leaving.