"Welcome! Mr. Thor."
It was Mikaki, a new receptionist with short hair, who welcomed me well at the Adventurers Bureau desk.
The usual Miss Enna seems to be out of her seat.
Mikaki has an uncontrolled grin, without any bare gesture of being afraid of the adventurer bills that have turned silver.
But as soon as that well-moving gaze moved under the counter, the round brow lifted wide.
"What's wrong with you? Mr. Mummeme."
Talk to a nagging child by squeezing Tor's hand, surprised.
If it was the usual moo, it was often a mysterious painting on the corner of the contact board and beating him or talking to him while tapping the counter without meaning.
But now I don't try to keep my mouth shut and stick perfectly to Thor and leave.
Apparently, the fear of witnessing witches and the embarrassment of leaking them are still pulling back, in a frightening but obstinate mood.
Moo, who was asked why, also has no way of looking down on the floor and answering.
Mikaki blatantly ignored the inquiry, but he continued his words without changing his attitude.
"Like being too stuffed and pissed off? Oh, did you use too many demon stones again?"
Moo turns sideways like smoke to a chat that doesn't observe the atmosphere.
Micaki, often conceived of the appearance, pounds her hand and mouths her thoughts.
"Okay! You're messing with me."
Moo's shoulder, described as Zubari, trembled pickly.
But those beautiful eyes, like those glass balls, remain lying down.
The receptionist, who also became the imaginary face, turns his inquisitive gaze at the girl who stands behind Moo.
Sora, who was leaning against the child, let her snort with a slight glance open.
As it is, the two begin to converse cleverly, with only their gaze.
Thor, who I've always admired to know a lot about Sola, seems to have been intimate with Mikaki at some point.
Eventually, the conclusion was reached, and the girl suddenly moved to the receptionist's attention.
Put your hand in the child's armpit from behind and lift it forcefully to the top of the counter.
Moo, who normally shouts his voice, stays calm today.
For such children, Mikaki asks them to put up their pinned index fingers.
The receptionist's index finger was pushed to Moo's twist precisely as the surrounding person watched over what to do.
And then the grime and I start drawing circles in small pieces.
"Mmmm, mmm! Mmmm!"
Occasionally both eyes of the child opened and a strange voice leaked out of his mouth.
He looked like he was going to put up with something, but he finally starts laughing at me for being unbearable.
At first glance, it is a different landscape in which a child held in his arms is wrapped around the receptionist with a finger at the desk of the Adventurer's Bureau.
But as soon as Moo made a laugh, even from among his peers, who were far-winded, a grin of relief emerged.
A child who played freely every time he came here, but apparently was more popular than he thought.
"Moo, I already had a penis!
"You're feeling better, Mr. Mummeme"
The smiling Micaki lady gently strokes Moo's head, angry with laughter.
Thor revamped his rating, saying he thought he was a rushing rookie, but seemed surprisingly used to handling children.
Then, I cut out what I came to the desk for.
"It's time, okay? I want you to tell me a little bit about that swamp."
"Swamp or arr?
"Um, that's it"
"Hmm, is that you?
The receptionist, who was scratching Moo's curly hair to adore the dog, faces Thor with his neck tilted.
And you gave up thinking, threw a round at the boss behind you.
"Chief, Chief Siecca -! Master Thor said something about the swamp."
"Hey, Mikaki, you're so loud! I can hear you if you drop the volume a little bit more."
The red-tailed man, who flew away, rushes to find his men.
"Really? It's normal."
"For once, I'm at work now, so much more. I'm sorry to disturb you, Master Thor. It's about the swamp, isn't it? Please come this way."
With Ciecca's quick response, Tor and the others were immediately led upstairs.
Taking an unpopular corridor in moderate stride, Ciecca stops at the thick oak door of a thrust.
I knocked lightly about twice before opening the door without waiting for a response.
You noticed Thor's eyebrows moved just a little bit, and Ciecca gave a reason, like an excuse.
"Don't worry, you're basically the one who doesn't respond. This will be the authorities' information room. For more information, ask Oren there. I'm the manager here."
Inside the room was a forest of books lined with narrow tall bookshelves.
There seems to be an armored window in the back but it gets blocked by the bookshelves and is overall dim.
Being pressured by the unique atmosphere, Moo also extended his other hand and re-gripped Thor's palm with both hands.
There was a large desk just near the entrance, with a brunette, middle-bodied man sitting back and reading.
I'll show my face to the Tors who came in, but they don't seem to have any welcome words.
Conversely, the man, who fixed the position of the rare round glasses, let him exhale troublesome.
"I'll be waiting outside, so call me when you're done. Chief Oren, please don't be rude."
Ciecca, who deliberately drew attention to Oren, clamped the door when she praised him.
It was Euril who moved forward as the Tolls left in the dusty smelly room bewildered.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Oren. May I see some material?
"Well, the Grey Ear clan? You're not supposed to ask me the way."
To the rude words of the man, Euril let him answer with a graceful grin.
"When it comes to all roads leading to the central state, there's no problem."
Oren lifted his jaw just a little intrigued, letting Eagle Deep snort as he did.
"What do you want to know?
"What, what is it now?
"It's a little bullshit, Mr. Sola"
Thor also remembers wandering, but it must have been a kind of joke that teared up the hallmarks of the six races.
If you ask each of them the way, the red-tailed tribe will teach them before asking, and conversely, if they are the chatty Cuiyu tribe, they will develop from talking about where they are going to go to irrelevant stories.
And in the case of the Grey Ears, who serve the God of exploration and honor knowledge -.
"Don't ask the Grey Ears for their way. I don't want to tell you I don't know, so I'm gonna tell you a proper lie."
Apparently, that's the story.
That and all paths lead to the central state seems to be an old saying that if a central state once boasted of great wisdom, it could reach any truth.
"Tell me about the Swamp Witch"
"Well, did you see that one? How'd it go?
"It looked different than just a spiritual giant,"
"Is it still true? Hmm, there it is, here it is."
It was a bunch of old paper bracketed with spelling strings that the room manager's man pulled out of the shelf.
Blow away the dust on the cover with your breath, then turn the page unconstructively.
You seem to know everything about where and what it says.
"What's that?
"It's part of the scattered Central National History. Look, it's here."
According to what Oren has read out, there are many examples of sightings when it comes to witches.
The oldest description, roughly more than two hundred years ago.
A black shadow lurking in a small swamp seems to have tried to drag the soldier in search into the mud.
That was the end of the story, but then again and again, the story of the swamp monster has emerged, and every time it is seen and heard, it changes.
The black swamp gradually grows, and monsters manipulate strange balls of light, or are shot at just to see, etc.
And only when a vast wetland zone was born behind the land.
The place becomes known as the swamp of demons because of the presence of the creepy monsters that inhabit it.
Of course, several crusades in the army were attempted before they did, but all seemed to end up losing with a lot of dead people out.
In the end, it was over with the story that we had to build a fort on the shores of the swamp and monitor it.
"So, the rest of it goes this way. It's an exploratory magazine left by the adventurers of the day."
Did you notice Euril's gaze, or the director of the Oren room, who glowed his glasses, gives the name of the second book earlier.
The memoir-like material, he said, describes the fact that after the army withdrew, a person claiming to be an adventurer entered the land several times.
They went deep many times, but they refused to move on to the swamp.
Naturally, the reason is the Lord of the Demonic Swamp.
In addition to the giant human-like appearance made of mud, the earlier adventurers followed the marsh in fear to monsters using demonic techniques such as calling in serpents and great spiders.
Later, various speculations seemed to have been made about the black identity in a number of behaviors not found in spiritual monsters.
The corpse of a high-ranking magic craftsman changed after breathing.
such as special variants of the spiritual system.
Whatever your identity is, there is one big fact that has come to light.
"Legendary Monster of Heritage."