The night must have swept quite a bit, but the flow of people on South Avenue hasn't diminished as much.
Many people are walking around there in the light of the demonic stone lamp.
It's the first time Thor has known that the night has been so long since he came to this city.
After a short walk rubbed by the crowd, you can see the building leaking some big lights.
The name of the large tavern with the liquor cup sign is the Green Oak Wooden Pavilion.
It's a sourced shop that has been open for a long time before the exterior walls were built in this city.
A fixed meal that can be full with a single medium copper coin is recommended.
As we approached, we heard the hustle and bustle in the store all the way outside.
The sound of a whistle mixed with cheerful laughter. Looks like the musicians are here today.
The most important goal of Tor is not to mix in its noisy circle.
Avoiding a much busy liquor store, Tor slipped into a narrow alley next to the store.
The alley is given a roof of wooden planks to keep it from getting wet in the rain, and the lights are blocked at your feet.
But relying on the light leaking from the small windows of the house lining the left and right, Tor moves to the back.
The smell of alcohol surrounds the smell of a delicious boiled dish, which ruins the smell of piss.
This narrow alley was filled with a variety of boilers.
Thor's aim is a beverage shop in which he secretly disperses.
Because you deserve to just drink with Choi, Choi Shop.
It's a name that the store owner had a good sense of propriety.
"Hey, there."
When I opened the rattling drawer, there was muffled heat in the narrow store.
The delicious smell mixed with the hot air tickles Tor's nostrils because of the small blower put on the ceiling.
A counter is provided to cross the store from front to back, with five old wooden chairs in front of it.
It's a five-person shop.
Four of them were already occupied by the foreigners.
The far back is a man in his fifties with black skin.
The red hair is cut short, with deep wrinkles running on the big mouth.
But it is the slightly reddish eyes that attract the most attention.
Eyes reminiscent of raptors will leave an unforgettable impression once they are shot off.
Sitting beside it was an old man as well, but a slightly older man.
The white beard covers his jaw, but other than that, no hair remains, with prominent old wounds on his forehead and cheeks.
The nose also seems to be subtly bent.
But the purple eyes were brown in object with the person in the back.
They were both supposed to be old, but didn't have a minute gap in how they stretched their spines and sat back.
Next to the old man, a young man sat empty with one seat.
Thin redhead of Sarah Sarah with no habit of stretching near the scapula.
High nose beams and amber eyes often appear on brown skin.
However, one eye was covered with a black eyelid.
The last one was a beautiful woman.
Shorter red hair like melted red, skin reminiscent of black onions.
Even though I'm just sitting there, my eyes are drawn to the color fragrance that overflows from its rich chest and hips.
The only faint color was an ancient wound that appeared prominently on the neck root from its ear.
These two are also a pair of vibrant beauties that don't look like end-of-place drinkers.
It was the long-haired man who noticed Thor as quickly as possible.
Raising only one well-shaped eyebrow, he reaches out his left hand for a handshake.
"Huh, you haven't been here in a long time. Did the boring night wind invite you?
"Much too shabby, Mr. Thor"
"Oh, how have you been? Same beauty. Don't bother with your eyes."
"Come on, you're the same hunter of love who ignores me and talks to me"
The name of the long-haired redhead is Straccia, and the beauty next to her is Ninessa.
Together, he is a member of the city's finest (A-rank) party, Platinum.
And for some reason it was also an old facial familiarity with Thor.
Pushing and retaining Ninessa trying to get up, Tor walks through the gap behind them.
Diving into a seat so narrow that her elbow or knee hit her next door just to move a little, a jock with gottock and black barley was placed.
"With round potatoes and sausages"
"Aye."
Little fat shopkeeper replies with an affection that doesn't look like a dirty store.
This choi shop is a square pan that separates the interior and is a restaurant where various ingredients are boiled in boned stock.
A large round potato stained with flavour and a dish with sausage sucked with enough juice is placed in a ton next to the jock.
Cheeky potatoes of moderate heat were applied to the accompanying yellow pepper, which collapsed in his mouth and spread the delicacy.
The spiciness hit the back of my nose as I was chewing it off, so I lean the jock and pour it in.
Taking a breath, Thor listened to the conversations of the old men in the back.
"So I'll tell you how to keep it that way for long!
It is the old man with the white beard who is somewhat more impetuous and uplifting his voice.
A man with black skin, on the other hand, returns his words in cold blood.
"If you put money on it and raise it from the middle class, you'll see it become the two dancers of the neighboring city!
"Most importantly, where do you twist that money from? We've already got 30% of our finances from crusade costs alone."
"You have to have money soon. I'd know better about that. How many years do you think we'll have to postpone repairing the exterior walls?"
"That's not if you're developing extra long. There are handouts in the sweet country's high rankers, so let's get to know them."
"Wait, wait, what are you gonna do with the contract? I suppose you should give me back my head to the bald eagles of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry. Sometimes, why don't you go?
"I unfortunately don't have the heads to lower for gold. I was wondering if this operation would have a lot of purpose if it had succeeded."
A sip of sausage, Thor speaks to a one-armed representative who elegantly drinks fire-alcohol from a foolish high age.
"An operation, what are you talking about?
"Now is the time to shine a single light on the ruins of the fallen flowers."
"Interpret me, Ninessa"
As a matter of fact, Bossaria's recapture is scheduled for tomorrow.
Botsaria and I were in the border town north of this city, and it is also the city that perished last year in the raid of monsters.
We had higher rankers than this city, but for that matter, we did not invest in developing low ranks, and were the wings ravaged by monsters gushing from nearby dungeons.
"Must have had a lot of familiar faces."
Thor was alone, remembering the number of people at the Adventurers Bureau this morning.
I guess it was crowded because of the A- and B-ranks, the so-called First Army guys, who are usually on an expedition to the back of the land.
They are encouraging powerful monster crusades in close proximity to the "Big Hole of Coma" over half of the week.
Because if you don't, the number of monsters will increase, and eventually they will push you to the border.
While there are floral images that make a lot of money and receive praise from city dwellers, it is actually also a causal profession that keeps fighting monsters while camping.
"Hmm, can you rely on an operation like that? If we work out more tunnels, the iron will turn into steel."
"It's not a bluff to welcome a competent newcomer, either. But talent, along with good users, is all that matters."
"So you took a little out on Tor? You really don't choose the means. Look, say something back to him. That's why you're here."
The name of the old purple-eyed man who has suddenly turned around and told the story is Dadan.
He is the head of this city and director of the Adventurers Bureau, and has been dating Thor since he was voiced at the outer gate about twenty-five years ago.
"I hear you picked up another rare child this morning. It will be in your hands. Just let go."
The black-skinned man with a shot out gaze is Deputy Director Sackow.
He is also in a position to bind the red-haired red-tailed tribe and an ambitious man who openly holds the grip of this city.
Many of his factions belong within the Adventurers Bureau as well as among the Adventurers.
All recent claims to Thor are also due to his men.
The shop was a place for informal discussions between two people who divided the city.
And the two Vajra classes are replacing the stone that makes their seats proprietary so that they don't get in the way.
Tor, who was given permission to participate in the conversation, lightly describes the matter that came here when he swallowed the sausage of the edible.
"I had to talk to you about it. Can't you do me a favor without a hand in the future?
"Out of the question. Competence should be competent. If incompetence persists, it will only dull the blade"
"Uncle, the words are too much."
Ninessa is the daughter of the Deputy Director's sister.
Sackow, praised, turned his red eyes towards his niece.
Its eyes shake slightly.
"... hey, what happened to the neck wound?
"What?"
Pointed Ninessa, suddenly unconnected with the flow, touches her own jaw with a bewildered voice.
And then, realizing that there is no touching, I get very upset.
"- What! Why? Oh no..., that?
"Hmm. Let's have a look."
Straccia, who was silently watching what was going on, lifted her one eyelid.
The pupil appearing from underneath is no different than the other eye.
"O my cursed and bewitched eyes! Show him the scales of the moves inflicted on him!
"Sorry, I did it"
Couldn't stand the little play of a man over thirty, Tor confessed lightly.
"Huh, you seem to have fallen into my thoughts without daring. You're too unresponsive to go this far."
"What, um..., what do you mean, Mr. Thor? And the prince will shut up for a moment. I'm serious."
The praised prince, Straccia, had his eyelids patted back and tried to lift his jaw with skill.
If you don't talk, it's a rare beauty, but the contents are a good battle for Moo.
"We've just finally boosted the Restore. If you don't like it, can you put it back?
"No,... no, thank you so much. Oh, my God, if I thank you..."
"I hope you're happy"
Tor, looking back, turned his gaze straight to Sackow.
But the eagle-eyed glance had only a slightly intriguing color.
"I see, when you can cure old injuries. What else can you do?
"A lot."
"Then just let me retire the director. That's enough years. I don't want you to have to."
"What are you talking about! Of all these purple eyes, I will never give you the Director's chair."
"Turnips and sushi meat one at a time. And a liquor replacement."
"Aye."
The turnip is softly simmered and spreads the flavor to melt when the heat is placed over the tongue.
Swallow and then gouge the black barley to cool your mouth.
Tor leaked his satisfied breath into a cold sensation drop slipping down his throat.
"If you want to eat at ease! What happened to the rest?
Dadan, scolded aloud, circles his neck uncomfortably around his quiet surroundings.
The most popping into my eyes was Ninessa's glance staring at me to eat this one in.
The straccia next to it is repeatedly clinging to the mouth half-opened but seems to enjoy one eye.
When I looked up in the front, the shopkeeper was opening his mouth wide open.
Even the fearful turned-away deputy director had not changed his expression, but the redness in his eyes has greatly increased.
Dadan finally realized there that something had happened to him.
"............ I see that sounds like a great skill depending on how you use it. And that proud attitude nods."
"What did you do to me? What the hell is going on?
"The director, his head..."
Reaching over his head, Dadan opened his eyes to the soft feeling he had long forgotten.
When I grab it in a hurry, I run nostalgic pain in my scalp.
The old man crawled his fingers over and over on his head to make sure his hair returned to fuzzy.
"It's the opposite of what you asked for, but I've made it look a little younger."
"Hey, what?!? How - ho, really, you've developed that useless skill!
Sackow, who hastily turned aside the director of the bureau and lightly regained his calm, begins to consider the treatment of Thor.
"Let's admit I'm capable of just slapping a big mouth. All right, let's just lock him up around the Bureau interrogation room. If your skills give you a snack, the clerics will be out and bothered too. If you know you can get your hair back, a lot of people will be in trouble."
"Then I will imprison you in my house, no, I will keep you. He's a lovely apprentice."
"Apparently, you've decided to retire. Then why don't we enjoy this farewell to the fullest now? Cheers, my friend!
To the three of them who said unsolicited things, Thor let them scratch under his chin.
Then I will give you a rough account of the proposals I have been thinking about.
"There are two conditions from me. The first is non-interference with me and my people. The second is the elimination of the people who are going to do the handouts. That's all."
"What's in return for this one?
"Right. In about six months, I'll try to get to the same place as him."
The adventurer, who reigned at the top of the city, laughed soundlessly at Thor's nomination.
It's not a mockery, it sounds like heartfelt fun.
"You've got a big green bill. But if you hand them to me with your people, it might go faster."
"You can't do this. Even if you're good at moving people, you don't know how to raise people. You want too much from others for too much excellence."
Thor criticizes head-on the manner in which the deputy director has hitherto launched numerous tough policies.
It was a fact known to everyone that no high-rankers had emerged from the city in the past decade other than "platinum."
"Ha ha, they say. Yeah, yeah, tell him more."
"I don't know, I can't even say it's the right way to do a bureau director who cares too much"
"Oh, my God!
"Damn, you can say it more clearly. There's nothing more unusable than an overfed watchdog."
It is certain that the Director's measure of generously welcoming retired adventurers has increased the number of applicants and motivated the whole.
But it was also true that adventurers who had reached some rank had created a stream that would decide to retire lightly.
Because of this, the cost of the Adventurers Bureau's labor continues to increase year after year.
Though I just tried to criticize him, Tor had no intention of turning the two, the culmination of this city, entirely against the enemy.
Though retired, the strengths of the two adventurers are not yet comparable to those of a skilled tree-required young man.
In addition, influences such as status, connections, and financial power are distinct.
He's not nice enough to cross, even though he's got terrible skills to use.
That's why I wasn't even willing to give way.
What Tor was after was a standing position that would not assemble on either side.
It's a shame to throw it away, but it's a bit of a hassle to take it in.
"I didn't come here to set up an extra wave. As always, I just want to keep doing it my way."
"You really don't have greed. Come on, you don't want to come to me?
"I don't mind that, Master. I'm still active, and I'm sorry to put myself in a difficult position. If it's about a personal favor, I'll take it."
Thor had been asked several times by Dadan, who was also the director of the Bureau, to become an employee of the Adventurers Bureau.
I don't bud because I'm old enough. I want you to cut me loose for adventurer start-ups.
But Thor was a little alienated from Dadan because he didn't take the invitation and continued to be a quiet adventurer.
Sackow asks sharply the lowest adventurer who also kicked the Director's invitation.
"Hmm, sounds like you're seriously still willing to continue being an adventurer. How far are you gonna go?
"It's as far as I can go. All I want is to move on. And one day, I want to reach the same heights as you."
Yingjie - This is the best title dedicated to the adventurer who sealed the Great Hole in the underground labyrinth and reclaimed the earth.
The old men in front of us had already accomplished it.
It was Straccia who raised her voice first to the man who chose the highest way to prove her power.
He joyfully raises his cup and turns his hand around Tor's shoulder.
"I like your proclamation without me, my friend! Come on, cheers."
"I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Thor."
There was plenty of room for the strong to challenge the front lines for the two of them to break their faces with joy.
He's got a grin from the bottom of his heart, like he didn't have an earlier argument or anything.
Thor responded by lifting the jock without saying anything.
Staring at how it was, Dadan, a follower of the god of thunder who presided over the honor, was impressed.
What he tried to do in this city, what he had to do.
That now bears fruit and young people are determined to seek and rise up in name.
I wonder what a wonderful sight.
Convinced once again that the hero had not gone wrong with his policy, he was purely heartfelt delighted with the growth of his disciple, who had planted the use of the sword.
I thought I'd check back later to see if I could repair the exterior wall.
"All right, fine. You go on with your adventure. I'll take care of it!
Looking sideways at the bureau director who agrees with pleasure, Sackow, who serves the flaming god who presides over liberation, was trying to calmly extrapolate his best interests with a balance in his heart.
It is certain that Thor is still hiding something as a result of a private fight the other day.
I've tried to curse you deliberately, but it seems like an extra thing to see where you don't have the lust to ride the provocation.
From that long relationship, Sackow was familiar with the fact that Thor was not an easy man to crack the bottom.
Then it's a bad idea to be grabbed by the director's side for any more interference.
But there is no doubt that it is a blind being.
Having so decided, Sackow decided to prepare a sturdy and uncut chain as soon as possible.
"I'll swallow that condition, too. Tell your men to pull back. But let me keep track of some progress.... but compared to when we met, that's a lot of fun."
"Oh, I don't think he's the kid who ran back from the horn mole with half a cry. You've grown so far."
"I'm glad you swallowed the suggestion. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Drinking up the jock, Tor stands up with a piece of big copper coin down.
This is exactly why Thor was reluctant to come here.
These old people are fine with messing with old stories, even if they are good old men.
"What, the night is not coming! I'm going to cook your old story."
"Excuse me, there's a guy waiting in bed"
Of course, it's not about Moo, it's about the cats who might be sleeping with their children.
Sackow casually asked Dadan, who dropped off the shitty and leaving Tor.
"Are you glad I let you leave like that? Director."
"He's been mean for a long time, and he doesn't even try to listen to people. You can't wind your tail so easily."
"No, it's not"
"Yeah. Worry about what?
"Are you going to go home with that head? First of all, you're definitely not going to let me in."