It is yesterday's story.
Tor and the others were visiting the Adventurers Bureau because of Euril's new adventurer registration.
The lobby is idle after the commotion leaves, and not too many people collude in the wall seat.
The high rankers, one army, also returned to their hunting grounds, which seems to have drawn their liveliness in any case.
A few guards in black uniforms, hanging out in their spare time, are instead noticeable.
"Well, Moo, I'll draw you a picture."
"I'm gonna kick your ass, To!
"Keep it on track."
Communication boards are not public, they are only a service to facilitate communication between adventurers.
So somewhat, I don't get mad at you for making joke writings, but I can't overlook being too far from the spirit to be annoying.
The two snorted vigorously at Thor's words, holding hands amicably and rushing to the blackboard.
"Well, shall we go too?"
"Yeah, I'd like you to show me around."
Euril, who looked around uncommonly, smiled back prompted by Thor.
At first glance, Tor was only slightly deflected by the gap where the beauty of making a cold impression like ice melted away at that moment and changed like someone else.
It's already been a few days since Euril became what she looks like now, but Thor still remembered his confusion about the look of it.
If you're nearly forty years old, you won't even disturb your mind like that just because you're beautiful.
but if it goes too far, it doesn't seem like it either.
Yet, Thor and Euril have been dating for about a decade, and sometimes find a shadow in some verse that makes them unnecessarily upset.
It was a story that I couldn't help but feel a little distracted because of it.
As Thor led the way, the two headed to the counter.
I choose a point of contact a little further away because the two of my clients were making some noise.
Sitting behind the counter was a slightly hung looking woman.
Not to say beautiful, but the makeup is slightly thicker.
"Hello, is this where you register your adventurers?
To Euril's inquiry, the receptionist nodded and opened her eyes in a careless manner.
"... Welcome"
"Can I ask you a favor?
"What? Um..."
To the verbal receptionist, Euril leaned her neck and smiled briskly.
Once that happens, the air around you softens all at once.
"Yes! It fits. Accepted here, Adventurer Registration"
"Good. Well, thank you very much."
"Yes! Uh, that? What was that?"
"Look, it's the paperwork there. Registration Form"
Tor pinches his mouth at the receptionist who hurriedly flips the items in front of him.
I'm the first receptionist there to notice Thor's presence, but I honestly follow your advice.
"This. Excuse me, could you write on this?
"Yes, hehe, it's a good thing the letters look clear"
"Hey, didn't you follow the steps?
Normally, new registrations can be feathers of fairly long interviews without someone's escort.
It's not everyone's business to be this person, but only if he continues to be an adventurer for some time in that city.
So most humans will rely on the same hometown predecessors.
From there, there may be a flow of homeland and clan factions that can be made.
This is because adventurer bills also serve as passes for the outer gate, so they cannot be issued easily.
If a freshly registered adventurer has not escaped or achieved results, it is the mechanism by which the human responsibility of the escort is held accountable.
I pointed that out to the receptionist who forgot to confirm Thor's adventurer's bill, an escort, but what I returned was a misguided word.
"Oh, shit, proxy. Why don't you give me a pen?
"Yes, I'm glad this is it. If there's a mistake, tell me."
The receptionist, who was handed a form by Yuryl, who wrote it up as slutty, began to receive and check it with pleasure.
"Your name is Mr. Euril. You're from Stra, and, oh, that's why you have those ears. Age is twenty-two and... yes, no particular problem and"
Euril's real name is Eural Reel, but he uses the abbreviation because it gets easier if it stays the same.
Even if it is the most real name, there are no problems with the registration itself.
Adventurers' records are managed on a boundary-by-border basis so that they can't be brought out much elsewhere.
Because there is a risk that the best people will be pulled out.
The exception is about a document proving that the rank of his Adventurer's Bills is correct when moving to another Boundary Street.
Euril's active life was based in a city further north than here, so there is no fear of being matched first.
It's just a hassle in case they suspect it's related, so Tor asked me to register for it by abbreviation.
By the way, to neighbors and acquaintances, EURAL REEL is on his way home and goes through with the story that his grandson EURILL is acting as landlord.
"So can you touch this? Come on."
On a crystal ball placed with an exaggerated hanging, Euril put her hand on it without hesitation.
Peeping in from behind, Tor once again admires the branching of that skilled tree.
All three of the lower branching skills are branched out, and from the tip all the fruits of the branching and fruit properties hang.
Furthermore, one medium branch skill has grown, and the second one is just a little more.
The receptionist, who was peering in the same way, raised his voice as if surprised.
But the problem was the grunt after that.
"Wow, seriously awesome! This is C sure, no. I wonder if even B can get there. All right, B-rank it up."
"Hey, wait. Wasn't the new one even starting G-rank?
"Huh? What the fuck? Weird mouth, will you stop it?
Being ranked up on your own can be a huge hassle.
Bureau policy prohibits entering the same party if there is more than two ranks of difference.
The hunting grounds where we can go further will also be restricted.
Troubled Tor looked for help and peered inside the counter.
But I don't see any officials who seem to know each other, and Miss Enna of the Request Line has been following Kramer-like customers since earlier.
"Just don't process it yet. I'll check a little."
"Yeah! Why not? I'm a local officer."
"I'm sorry, can I just have a moment?
"Yes, go ahead. I'll wait as long as I can."
Tor, who left it to Yuryl, hurried to the desk where Miss Enna, who was rubbing, would sit.
As we approach, we hear a lot of talking that goes by.
"So you're saying I'm the hero who saved this city."
"Excuse me, I have to prove something."
"Then let me prove it, if it's not me on the contrary. Well, what's the hero's name, for example?
"It is anonymous at your will…"
"Look, then it doesn't mean it's good for me either"
"That's me. Now you're done with your business. Mr. Enna, do you have a minute?
To a sudden interruption, the woman who was speaking pointed her big almond-shaped eyes at Tor.
Thick eyebrows and bright red lips on the face through the carved deep nostrils.
Ha, she is an eye-catching beauty, but the strength of her mind is overflowing from the verses of words and deeds.
The red-haired woman who nearly said something suddenly pulled the word in when she saw Thor's face.
Enna, with a slightly soothing look on her face, talks to Tor.
"Oh, Mr. Thor, what's wrong?
"I'm here to sign up for a new one I know, and I'm about to be ranked up on my own."
"Have you even appraised with a soul detector?
"Oh, it's over"
"If so..., I'm sorry about that, but you can't"
According to Enna's story, even new registrations are now being given a higher rank from the start, depending on how the skilled tree grows.
It's a natural mechanism to save waste if you ask me, but more than a decade ago newcomers were a uniform, lowest level start.
Thor, who was oblivious to the circumstances around him, softened up.
Since the receptionist has already confirmed it with a soul detector, there is no way to < restore > Euril's skill tree now.
It was their boss who apparently listened to them who sent out the help boat to Thor, who frowned.
"Excuse me, Master Thor. Let me talk to you. You want to throw a party with your woman."
"Well, that's the way it is. It would help if you just lowered your rank a little bit."
"Even this one, we won't have a very unscrupulous assessment, so C is critical"
That doesn't make it possible to organize a party without at least an e-rank.
Ciecca, who heads the desk response section, hastily connects words to the appearance of Thor, who moved his jaw slightly.
"But if Master Thor gets promoted, there's no problem. Yeah, fortunately, Cave of the Little Ghosts, a trial of E-rank promotion, is currently at an undetermined offensive party. If Tor wishes, how about you have priority as a discoverer?
It is the cave of the little ghost that caused the great outbreak the other day, but although the overflowing monster itself defeated it, its domination itself is not actually over.
With some days already gone by, the Lord of the Labyrinth, Chief Hobgoblin, should have been resurrected.
Even over there, I guess that's the best compromise.
The way you can pass through this is not Tor's intention either.
I want to add Euril to the party early in the first place. It's a matter of haste and a slight whimsy Tor's falling out caused.
Thor, often conceived as he scratched under his chin, nodded.
"... ok. So let's just say we ask for it."