After hearing the receptionist's explanation, the Tors turned their feet to the desk counter, not the front door.
The reason is to receive a new Adventurer's Bill.
"I know it's time to ask."
"Hi, I'm here for the bill too."
"Moo is fine with a rash bug. The Odd One."
"What, are you a bug? I wonder if he was dealing with bugs or something. I'll check with the people up there for a second."
The short haired receptionist tried to respond with a straight face to a child who would ask with only a peek at his head and eyes from under the counter.
I turned around and tried to call my boss, so Thor hurriedly stops.
"No, I don't want bugs. You don't really have to take what this guy says."
"To, are you a rash bug?
"I like it one way or the other, but you're in trouble if they give it to you here"
"That's right, I'm gonna run away."
"Well, there's no other way. Then the bill is fine. Please don't."
Children repeat unscrupulous orders while pointing to black-edged adventurer bills that reveal the C-rank on Euril's neck.
"What, are you black steel? It was white and hard, but I'll see if I can change it right away."
"Color, can you? Then I wonder if I'd like yellow."
"No, you can't. Ignore these guys already. Good, ignore them."
"What, are you going to turn it into a rash after all?
"... didn't you do it on purpose?
"Thank you for waiting, Master Thor. Here is the new Adventurer bill. Are there any errors in your registration details?
"Ah, Chief Siecca, good job"
Appearing from behind the receptionist without sound was a red man with skinny hair.
He gives me three plates on the tray as I bow my head to the tray.
"I'm sorry, you put me through a lot of trouble."
"No, sorry to keep you waiting."
Thor shrugged his shoulders as he handed Sola and the others the white edged adventurer bills he finally received about it.
The only new plate was the D-rank, and the inscribed letters were clarity and easier to see.
Inscribed are: name, gender and age.
The rest is the color of the eyes and hair, and the type of skill tree, in the country of origin or race.
There are no features that will allow you to fully identify an individual, but this makes impersonation quite harsh.
Even if it was stolen in the first place, only that border town where the Adventurer's Bill was issued is valid.
It has a good range, and if it is high rank, it is familiar to residents.
It could also be used for scams, etc., but as soon as you check with the Adventurers Bureau, you'll know, so it's done with the deceitful side of the fallout.
At best, it's the reissue bill, to the extent that his lost wallet hurts.
The Tors, who confirmed that the description had not changed, turn the string they had received from the previous bill around their necks.
For not being free to choose the color and shape of the Adventurer's Bills, this hanging string was a particular spot for the Adventurers.
They vary in dyeing, knotting, and using metal chains as well as leather.
In the case of Tor, it is the cheapest horn thigh leather string because it is not particularly attentive, but Euril and others often use strings knitted with grey ice wolf hair.
To the Tors, who had finished adjusting the positions of the bills with each other, he spoke as the man known as the section chief had foreseen.
"By the way, Master Thor, I heard you were going to a new hunting ground, but have you arranged a carriage?
"Oh, you're gonna be renting out from now on. Can you make an appointment?"
"Yes, we're paying for everything right now, so we'll be ready in three days, okay?
"Surprisingly, you can't afford a number. I can't help it without it. So, please."
"Then..., Mikaki, take that one"
"Is that it? Uh, oh, this is it. Say it more clearly."
Lady Mikaki has given me a finely written copy of the street map, unaware of how her boss builds blue muscle behind her back.
Before the receptionist opens her mouth, a red-haired official adds an explanation.
"That is an information diagram of the authorized stores of the authorities. We handle dust-proof items, so why don't you stop by before you leave?
"I see, is that what you mean? Thank you for your concern."
I purposefully delayed my departure, it seemed, to give me time to get ready.
Besides, he said the Adventurers Bureau could also make money indirectly by letting him shop in an approved store.
I found a few names in the map that I saw all the way through, and Tor nodded to the leader of the opponent's section.
"Let me just drop by. Thank you for your help."
"No, what's up, ah, wait, I forgot!
"You still got something?
"From the D-rank, you can name the party. If so, would you like to register?
Answer the receptionist's words with a melted face by Moo, who had been gripped by Sola.
"Well, don't moo-chan"
"Yes, I accept"
"Seriously, it's nothing now."
"How about newlyweds? Thor."
"... of the icing..., no, how about a more understandable Ice God preaching team or something?
"On hold, please"
"Mmmm!
"Well, it's so perfect that there's nothing more."
"It's a shame. I thought it would be a good opportunity."
Euril, who had participated in a conversation that had only rarely happened to him, let him unwillingly shake his ears and match his fingertips.
Stragin, the ice god who directs learning and exploration, seemed pretty serious because he was not very popular with the public.
Waving to Chief Ciecca and Micaki Receptionist, Tor and the others follow the Adventurers Bureau lobby.
Headed on that leg was a fabric store that I had shopped for many times before.
As always, she is a beautiful woman shopkeeper, but unfortunately she seemed to be in customer service.
The shopkeeper, who was talking to the little fat woman, tries to be mildly silent and notices Tor's neck slightly opening his eyes.
I immediately approached him on a small run when I thought he was exchanging two or three words with the ancestors.
"Welcome, welcome, Master Thor. What are you looking for today?
"No, that customer over there first. I'll be looking around until I'm done."
"That's not how it works. Here you go."
"Then I'm going to be in the wilderness next, hoping that has something to do with it. Just tell me where you keep it."
"Then the shelf in the back over there, one side is right"
When Thor nodded, the shopkeeper went back in a howling face.
Sora, who was watching the exchange, squeals with a surprised face.
"Maybe it's because of this white adventurer bill"
"Oh, I guess so"
"Moo's too good a kid to finally find out"
"Look, if you're a good boy, don't run in the store."
Tor quickly holds up with one hand the child who was hiding between the shelves.
Rubbing his sweet-smelling hair against Tor's cheek, Moo laughed couscous.
The shopkeeper comes by the Tors again to see if the female guests have returned in about enough time.
Besides, he even accompanied the tailor's father.
Then sartorial artisans and Euril, who have been seriously greeting each other, began to talk and somehow came together in a story about making three suits per person and a few underwear as well.
Other than that, of course, I have ordered a cloth that covers the area around my mouth for sand, as well as breathable hemp woven socks and headscarves.
Thanks to the adventurer discount, the money was combined into a single gold coin.
It was quite an expense, but I have about five gold coins stored in the body fluids of the river slime and the skin of the hippocampus, and I can handle it to this extent.
The Tors, who got a promise to finish in two days, waved and left the store behind.
Turning around as he left, the owner's parents and children were bowing their heads deeply.
Moo, who had finished measuring the dimensions, had disappeared at some point, so the Tors headed straight for the armor store in the back of the alley.
When I open the door, I can tell and hear the conversation between the old man and the child.
"Grandpa, you want to see Moo's bill?
"Which one? Oh, that's white. Awesome, kid."
"Really, I'd like a lot, because Moo can gamble."
"Oh, my goodness, the boy. You want a snack?
"Yeah!"
"Don't spoil it too much, old man"
"Oh, you, when were you here!
Lamou, a tannery man who was speaking alongside Moo on the workbench, dyed his forehead red to draw his lips.
And then he squeals his nose small, then he notices Yuryl and rounds his eyes.
"You brought Beppin here again. It's a dirty little shop, but relax properly."
"Oh, I'm glad you compliment me, too. My name is Euril. Please keep it coming."
Whilst tapping lightly, Thor only pulled a little back power over the unchanged attitude of the shopkeeper.
"So, what can I do for you? I've got work to do here."
"Moo, like a thank you for a snack?
"Yeah, thanks, Grandpa!
"Whoa, chew slowly and eat"
In reply to a child eating a steamed bread with sweet potatoes, Lamou shook his neck sideways with a stiff expression.
"Well, if it's a little bit, I'll have time to deal with him. Look, what's up?
"Oh, actually, I'm going to the wilderness this week, is there anything you need to know?
"Oh, are we going to the wilderness already? If that's the case, the kid's doesn't taste good."
According to the leather artisan's story, each of the monster's leather has its own distinctive features, which should be used separately by location.
Corner moulded leather that travels through the earth is supple, easy to process and resistant to dirt.
Rough armored pig leather is strong and shock-resistant.
And the raging hippocampus leather lurking in the water plays the water well while it's sturdy.
But this time the red hippocampus leather is not very suitable for the wilderness, which is also a dry zone.
When it dries rapidly, they easily crack in.
Lamou looks at the child wearing a red leather cape with an imaginary face.
"It's a little heavy when you're a pig, and you can't count on protection if you're a mole. I have the perfect leather, but I'm a little out of stock now."
"What kind of leather? Oh, man."
"That's the best place to live in the wilderness."
"... a rock lizard"
"Not a lot of leather from the beginning. I only had a few, but I happened to have an order for leather armor last month."
"I get it. I'll bring it as soon as I get it."
Thor, thanking him for his counsel, carved the name of the rock lizard into his brain as a prey to hunt.
Then two days pass when I'm getting ready for mobile food and stuff, while I'm doing some archery on the Sisans at the training ground and asking the Rollovs what's going on with the river.
On the third day, the line, which also received the garments of the order, boarded the carriage in the square in front of the outer gate and set off for a new hunting ground.
The view of the road by carriage is almost the same as before in the brown meadows.
Thor looked thin and blurry at the distance as he sat back-to-back with the girl who came up to the ceiling seat at the second break.
Comfortable body temperature transmitted over the back.
Under my ass, the wheels of the carriage are shaking quietly.
Sora moved slowly as she felt the warm wind on her cheeks.
From the mouth of the girl, who reached out loudly, you can hear the sound of a missing breath in between.
"If you're sleepy, do you want to go downstairs?
"Yeah, it's good."
This carriage to the hunting ground had a sleeping table, and now Yuryl and Moo were sleeping amicably.
"Hey, this is the most exciting time."
"... oh, I guess so"
Also to the quieter girl, Thor tried to throw a fuzzy question.
"No, why yellow?
"Yeah, what?
"No, you said you wanted to change the color of the Adventurer's bill to yellow."
"Uh, that's a nice yellow color."
"I see."
As he lifts the edge of his lips small, Tor recalls Sora's favorites these days.
Nearby monsters were temporarily considerably reduced in number thanks to the reign of the former Bossaria dungeon in Border Street to the north.
Thanks to this, distribution has also recovered to some extent, meaning that eggs and wheat are quite available.
It is said that meat alone can be taken as much from the monster, but that the eggs at the heart do not exist because they do not carry out normal reproductive activities.
Monsters mutated by flora, fauna and insects begin to develop in adults after that.
"Boiled eggs would be nice, but I knew I'd be grilling eyeballs."
"Well, be white and patient now. Oh, I see you."
Thor inadvertently points forward.
Long before that, the white earth was endlessly spread.