The guilders who returned from the labyrinth gathered and the Warrior's Guild of the Night showed a bustle.
An adventurer who survives safely redeems the area that is a testament to defeating the demon. Redemption is only allowed in principle in guilds certified by the Church.
With the money he earns, he joys with his fellow inmates, or he rolls out to the city to buy a woman.
That's where the intolerable sidekick is getting drunk on the victory booze.
The Warrior Guild is a refurbished building, so it makes little difference from a regular tavern. The building I've been using is getting old, so I moved it here. The difference is that there is a training area behind the tavern.
The only people who offer alcohol are doing it in the side business. Although it's a side job, it's a genuine thing to hire a cook or a woman order clerk.
Of course, the main business is serious in the main business. Because if you don't deliver a certain amount of magic vegetables, your Alliance Master's neck will be replaced.
When it comes to the main business today, the magic vegetarian gathering was there, and Rob was in a good mood to do his job. I am very busy because I am a tavern master and guild master. In the next decade, I was secretly thinking about narrowing it down to one side job.
The Warrior Guild is called "Trash" and so on, but due to the large number of people it belongs to, the amount of magic that gathers will naturally be high. It was the result of accepting without refusing to come, and Rob's appreciation from the church was excellent.
On the other hand, it is the Swordsman's Guild that chooses and even imposes exams based on their rank and background. They are a handful of elites, but their earnings are not fragrant. One of these days the Alliance Master will definitely change. Rob was secretly intent on swallowing a whole neglected guild by the time he retired.
There are a lot of newcomers this evening, and senior guilders seem to be giving us some appreciated advice and advice.
Having gained experience and survived, their words are precious that cannot be bought with gold. The newcomers are also listening with a serious look.
"Hey Rob. It's still flourishing today. You won't be able to stop laughing like this."
"Yeah, I don't know if the side business is going to be too busy."
"Well said! I don't know which one is the main business."
"I made the tavern my destination, and you were right about me, weren't you?
"My predecessors lost their hips."
"That's from the beginning."
Providing alcohol while tapping lightly with ancient guilders. It goes without saying that it is the main business priority.
"Huh. It makes me realize that this whole cup is alive. It's an important ritual to celebrate your survival."
"You do it every day."
"If I don't do this, I won't be able to relax. If there are more types of booze and more young women here, there's nothing to say."
Ancient ginseng men change money in guild and drink alcohol lightly on the spot, then roll out to the pleasure district is routine.
It's a decadent life, but he doesn't care about it at all. He thinks that if he lives as he pleases and runs out of luck, he will just die. It is only a place to earn around the fifty tiers, and the arm can be said to be top notch.
First-rate to the fiftieth floor. Superb if you can get to the 70th floor. After that it is a monster. It is not sane to fight while enduring the exorcism of magic vegetables. Some hands hunt with a single blow away, but too dangerous. There's nothing else I can do, but it's not very realistic.
The hundredth basement floor is considered the lowest level as it stands, but all the death squads that have boarded that far have died as a result of their addiction to magic. The only thing that proves it is the will of the only warrior back on earth.
"Ha ha! If we can even get a young lady, we'll make the tavern our main business."
"Be sure to call me then. 'Cause I'm gonna make it look good."
"If I get my neck around here. Unfortunately, my position is safe for a while now. We are able to provide" magic vegetables "to the extent that they are not perceived by the Church. We need you guys to work harder to increase the variety of liquor here."
When Rob offers a new booze, the ancient ginseng man laughs luxuriously.
"Ha ha, then it's about being able to help train new recruits. Sometimes, Master. Immediately. Jabba's guy was moaning. Whatever it is, don't push me."
"I'm paying the rent for that. I want you to be happier. I think I might be rolling through some delicacies."
Rob jokes and reminds me of a certain girl. I don't know if it was a delicacy, but I was certain it was a notable person.
And Matari. That girl will make a big deal out of it if she has real-life experience. Its qualities are sufficient. That's why Rob followed the archery straight away.
"Heh, it's a hard order to be happy with. If I lost my life on a fool's amulet, it wouldn't be a sprinkle. The noblemen Jabba led, they fled crying, didn't they? They have no guts at all."
Young aristocrats who were prestigious when they did it to their rookie habits. They all went through the exit process earlier. They will never be issued with an exploration permit again. That is the rule.
But exiting on the day you came in is pretty quick among the warrior guilds. The shortest is the person Rob beat up and forced him to stop.
The equipment was splendid, but this is the case when strength is not accompanied at all. In the first place, they wanted the Swordsman's Guild, and they fell for the exam. No, no, no. They came to the Warrior's Guild. There's no big problem with being gone.
"Our guild has no magical talent. There will be so many of those licking moves. It's my job to bring it to the bottom."
Blurry as Rob shook his head to do it.
"Tiny. 'Can use' the sword and 'can fight' with the sword is something else. Understanding it is the first step to graduating from the rush."
"That's the hardest part. I go to the afterlife before I understand it with my head and body"
When you belong to an Alliance, people with magical talents will surely want a 'Mage' or 'Cleric' Alliance.
Magic talent cannot be acquired. The presence of a Magic Vessel is a condition for guild affiliation. The presence or absence of talent is free of charge when they issue references in the church. Because it teaches magic and even handles it, it seems more like a school than a guild.
Next, the ill-grown people, the highly habitual ones, are introduced to the 'Ranger' guild. It teaches me about unlocking, handling traps, swordsmanship, and bowing.
Because many people were involved in such rough events, the original skill is high. Affiliation conditions must be recognized by the Alliance Master. That's all.
There are other 'swordsmen' earlier and 'academic' guilds whose primary focus is research into demons and labyrinths.
And the ones with no magic talent and no legitimacy for the Rangers. If you change your mind, it is the warrior's guild that fights with its own flesh and sword.
Nothing in particular. Basically anyone here accepts it.
Rob won't refuse to accept it unless he's also a fool who licked it too much.
I'll teach you about swordsmanship, how to stand around as a warrior, and collaboration if you ask me, but otherwise I won't do anything. They swap with dozens of people every month. I'm not free enough to stay put.
Because it is this' warrior 'guild that has the most people to fall off. There is also a huge disparity between first-rate and falling.
Sorcerers, priests, and those who cannot form with rangers can only form between fallen and fallen. In that case, you will only be able to wander around in the upper echelons, eventually despairing of your talents.
I couldn't help but try underground, and it's the mountain of Sekiyama that makes me a corpse. The labyrinth is not that sweet.
- Rob thinks as he rubs his jaw.
(Little girl honoring that brave man. Which way does he go? I can't imagine being top notch)
When Rob imagines a little girl who knows reality and mourns, the Alliance door opens.
What came in was a girl in a white robe with a denominational distribution. It is the return of the self-proclaimed brave.
"Oh, look, Master. Welcome home, newcomer. Wasn't that what you made inside to see that face? I'm really curious to see how far your lovely little lady has achieved."
Skilled warrior laughing luxuriously with a red face gahaha. I haven't seen anything about Jabba, so I don't think there's anything in particular.
That girl looks so cute at first sight, she'd be interested to see how far back she took the area.
If I am fooled by it, I will be seen as terrible as Jabba.
"…… Oh, yeah."
Rob, glimpsing the girl's strength, replied only one word.
"I don't know, that thoughtless reply. You're not interested?
"No, kind of. Of course I'm interested."
"Dude, it's your first return from your rookie job. Master would have to make you more economical. Newbies stretch with praise. Right?"
"Oh, man. What are you doing?"
"Hey bastards, it's the triumph of your new lady! Let's all cheer him up!
When a man with an ancient ginseng speaks up at the same time as Rob's inquiry, the people who were thoughtfully sober also speak up.
The place thrives once and for all, clapping and shouting praise in half of the tease.
"Oh, it's the return of the girl warrior! Here's to the hero's triumph!
"Hahaha, could you be a master rat hunter?
"I guess you don't mean one tail. Gahahahaha!"
"No, no, there must be ten of them. That's an amazing battle!
"All right, here's to the war maiden!
"Cheers!"
Girl with a big face on a noisy spot. Rob also unwittingly covers his face with noise. Drunks are out of hand.
The girl carries a full skin bag and looks really grumpy.
I had no choice, so I decided to call from Rob.
"Hey, over here. I accept the redemption of demon parts. I just want to get this job done. Come along."
When prompted to do so, the girl nods gently and comes all the way to the counter.
He seems to be wearing blood-dyed clothes under a white robe, and the smell of iron rust begins to drift slightly.
Ancient Ginseng warrior, who was liquoring at the counter, cheerfully calls out.
"Hey, how was your first labyrinth? Too excited to flirt? Or have you been nice to me? Anyway, this must have been your first time, right? - Oh, my God, haha!
"... Shut up. I'm tired, so go away."
"Wahaha, you have no love, miss. I don't have a wife for that. A woman needs discretion. Everyday life, on the bed."
When he laughs disgustingly, he starts hitting the pom pom and the girl's shoulder. Rob had a bad feeling there would be another commotion, but the girl didn't seem particularly concerned. I predict that if I were stroking it, it would probably have been the same end road as Jabba.
"Please do something about this drunk. 'Cause he's gonna want to punch me."
"Hahaha, you have a good prestige and you're fine! That's what I'm doing!
When the ancient ginseng man leaves in a superior mood, the girl sighs.
"What happened to Matari? Weren't we together?
Rob asks frankly, questioning that the girl is alone. It's hard to imagine in case there was, but it's a confirmation.
Thoughts on Matari are stronger than other newcomers. I have a desire to keep an eye on her end.
"I'm sleeping in the bedroom of the pavilion. I was trapped and slightly injured. But I don't have any physical problems, so I'm fine. 'Cause it'll get better soon."
"… well. I hope so."
Rob exhales a sigh of relief. I was the one who decided that it was okay for me to challenge the labyrinth anymore if I was in the upper echelons.
If you die on the first day, you wake up badly, albeit at your own risk.
"Yes, this. This is the" demon "part I picked up. All redeemed. I'm tired. Please hurry."
A brave man moves his leather bag to the table. He seems to be severely fatigued, as the words say, and his complexion is blue.
"Are you okay with that from day one? You look pale."
"There's been a lot going on. So, will you do it right?
"Okay. Then let me check it out."
I'm going to get it done quickly, and Rob opens the mouth of the leather bag.
Inside, my tail was full. Rob the boulder looks at the smell of rot.
The smell of blood and dove is mixed and it is terrific. Release your face, lay the leather bag down, and then remove the contents.
It's unusual for a guy to get this much tail for the first time. Most of them will be pulled back in about ten bottles.
"I always thought, I can't resist the smell of rats. It comes with a twoon on my head."
"I hear some of you guys can't stop smelling that. They say crossing the line becomes a habit. The tail that I baked before that looked delicious."
"You're not going to be friends with him.... Well, I told you to bundle this guy up."
When the liquor tastes bad, Rob clasps his shoulders and then wraps his tail in ten pieces.
"But this is inside. Because ratting doesn't make any difference. This is all I need to take on the first day. I just reviewed it a little bit, young lady."
"Sure. Didn't this guy come in with a rookie you could expect, Rob?
"Well, that's right."
An ancient ginseng man with an impressed voice as he strokes the jaw of an inebriated beard. The same goes for the guilders who were making a scene.
There are hundreds of them, even if it feels like I saw them lightly. There is no doubt that it is an intermediate achievement. Rob agrees.
"It's no big deal. It was just a little heavy."
"Yes, the weight is troublesome. One of these days, even if I kill him, he won't prune his tail. I realize that two pieces of copper doesn't fit the bill. In that case, the rush is graduation. Good luck, lady."
An ancient ginseng man calls out for support. As a senior, he seems to have the feeling of watching.
When Rob finishes counting his tails, he records them on the Alliance's Merit Card.
"There are a hundred and ten rat tails this time. You don't mind if this is a joint achievement with Matari?
"Yeah, no problem."
"Fine. Then let me record it. This is the reward. Like distributing it securely.... inside for the first time. Expect to continue to refine and contribute to your guild"
The part of the demon thus recovered is extracted by the hand of the appraiser employed.
The basic task imposed on each guild is to deliver the extracted magic vegetables to the church. There are other items to be evaluated, but I can't ask a warrior guilder to do that. Because there's hardly anyone with a head around.
If the amount of extraction continues to fall below the Church's expectations, he will be branded incompetent and dismissed from the Alliance Master.
Therefore, the Alliance Master must also help educate the Alliance members.
The rewards in return are huge. Rob received a huge reward and got a mansion in the City of Art.
Formerly Rob from one mercenary. That's what made me try to get a aristocratic mansion. It is the emergence of a warrior guild.
"Thank you very much - I just wanted to say that I have another one. You missed one."
"Yeah? Looks like he doesn't have a tail anymore."
"Here it is, here it is"
When Rob has a surprising look, the brave man flips the leather bag unconstitutionally.
On the counter, dried blood paste or mud scattered and finally a dos black discolored object appears.
It's a severed human wrist.
"Whoa, that's not calm. Whose is this?
"Though apparently a Ranger Guild person. It's not good to mock a corpse."
Advise in the tone blamed by the ancient ginseng man. I suspect that someone's body has been cut out of a prank.
I found out that Ranger Guild is because I have a key and a knife occupational engraving on my wrist.
This engraving is a Ranger Guild, 'Bandit' engraving.
"Sounds like a bounty neck. He said he'd be surprised if I showed him. I wonder if his name was Sarmata. I don't really remember, like that."
"... there is no bounty neck with that name. If you're trying to fool me, you better stop it. Appraisal will tell you in one shot."
Rob lowers his voice color and warns.
“Lies” about bounty necks are heavy sins. It is also related to trust between guilds, so it is subject to removal in one shot.
If the girl on the temporary permit is removed, she will never be able to enter the labyrinth again. Because they do not have occupational engravings, they will not be able to cross the border.
"I'm not lying. Something the pink woman taught me. I don't really want to remind you of that outfit. That's not good for your eyes."
"Pink woman?
"Yes. He said he was Pinky, the perverted magician."
There's only one Rob remembers when he hears she's a pink woman. It's Edelweiss, the crazy magician.
It's not a mistake at all to be a perverted magician. A woman who has managed to stay one step ahead of her bounty neck.
He manipulates the external method of manipulating corpses, and searches around the middle layer by himself.
I admit my strength, but Rob wants me to just die. If you see him in the labyrinth, he wants to be killed instantly.
Considering that I am in a position to be manipulated, I feel really uncomfortable and throw up back.
"You don't know too well who that woman is. Well, good, let's just appraise it. Even if it wasn't the same this time, I'm not guilty. I'm gonna let that pink woman fool me."
"Ha ha, what's wrong, Rob? Pretty sweet, huh? No way is younger a hobby? I'll tell your wife."
When the ancient ginseng man teases him, Rob looks grumpy and pays his hand.
"That's weird. If you do that, I'll dilute your booze twice as much."
Rob's wife has an easy personality to believe, so it would be a real fight. He also said Rob could be blamed for that on the one hand. It'll take a week for me to fix my mood.
"Give me a break about that. Steady, Rob's kindness makes me lose my mind."
"I won't give you anything more praise now. Hey, I need you to appraise this“ right hand. "
Rob asks for a right-hand appraisal of a skinny man who has been silently holding back from earlier.
This man is a Mage Guild person and is hired for the "Appraisal” required for guild duties. The extraction of magic vegetables is also carried out by this man, and his skill is certain. Unfortunately, I couldn't survive the labyrinth, so I couldn't succeed as an adventurer.
But with magical talent, all sorts of crushes work like this.
"……… Yes. Now if you'll excuse me."
"It's the hand that's on top of it. It's not something that feels good to watch, so please hurry up."
"……… Copy that."
When the appraiser replies blurry, he approaches the counter.
They get more information about the object by putting your hands behind your back and focusing your consciousness. He said it was an application of basic witchcraft.
Rob wasn't interested at all, so he was suitably convinced it was something like that. If you can tell the truth, it will be fine.
Upon completion of the work, the appraiser reports only the appraisal results without expressing his feelings.
"… falls within the bounty neck being arranged. Trapper, definitely on Salvado's right hand side."
To the words of the appraiser, the place calms down for a moment. Ask again as Rob confirms.
"What?
"…… it is the right hand of trapper Salvado. This is an error-free appraisal result, determined from the occupational engraving. I certify it as a prize neck crusade."
"Ha, ha, ha, that's some mistake. There's no way Salvado's gonna get hit on the run. I'm not at all alarmed by that bastard's crazy habits."
A man who denies it with a dry laugh. I also agree with the people who were listening around.
"Exactly. That bastard said he set all those shady traps. He's like shit, but he can't go wrong with his strength."
"How about another appraisal? That must be the hand of the body that was rolling over there!
Rob couldn't snort at their words.
Appraisal magic accurately identifies that identity from a vocational engraving.
And appraisers never lie in appraisal work. Lying will tarnish your pride.
Furthermore, the perjury of the appraiser is a heavy sin. The worst church brands me heresy. If you eat heretical designation, at the end of the day, 'heretical inquisitor' will come after you to the end of hell. In that case, from this world, it means goodbye to sunshine.
Until such a danger is committed, it is not for the appraiser to lie.
I mean, this right hand must belong to 'Trapper Salvado'.
"Appraisers don't lie about appraisal results. You know that. There's no reason to do that in exchange for your life."
"…… whatever. Our appraisers are proud of their work. If you want to make a false appraisal, you choose death."
"Yes, no. Let's do it. There's no way I can kill Salvado! That's for such a little girl, too!
An ancient ginseng man slaps the counter rampantly. The alcohol is completely out of the look on his face.
"Hey, so you're giving me the prize money? I'm really tired, so I just want to go home."
The brave man who kept his mouth shut from earlier asks with a tired look as he raises his hair.
Rob throws the question unanswered.
"... how the hell did you do that? I'm not the one you can kill for a run out like you. Not to mention that he's acting in a jail party. How many people have been killed so far?"
"I killed them all normally. Kill all the prisoners."
"Mi, kill them all?
"Yes, I blew your head off. That was just a quick mess. Yeah, but could there have been an interesting trap? That wasn't so bad."
Without changing his expression in particular, the brave man answers.
"Sa, tell Salvado he's a miscellaneous fish!
"Oh, you, ho, are you serious?"
"If you doubt that much, why don't you look at it with your own eyes? Because an activated trap is falling in a small room on the fourth basement floor. But it's probably impossible to tell by a corpse. 'Cause you're dying the way you deserve to."
Brave men distort their mouths and have a fierce smile, and the people around them breathe.
Rob thinks about what to do even though he's under barometric pressure. In any case, you should confirm. However, there is a chance that there are still unmanipulated traps, thus posing a danger. Unlocking a trap Put a bulletin in a Ranger Guild that's good for your skill and you'll be on your own later.
It was the Ranger Guild that put the prize money on Salvador's neck in the first place.
He had betrayed his trust and was the object of horrible hatred because he put his body in his hands.
"Report to the Ranger Guild. He said that ours had finished Salvador on the fourth basement floor. I have proof, so if you want to know more, you should come."
"Wow, I see."
When Rob orders, an Alliance member understands and flies out early enough.
Even the Ranger Guild guys will be pressing on soon. Because a bunch of warrior guilds made fun of me for just the numbers.
"- Okay. Let's just get this done. Certify that you have undoubtedly taken the prize neck Salvado. His prize is ten gold coins.... Well done."
"And I don't believe it."
Rob puts gold coins in small bags and hands them to the brave.
The Warrior Guild is completely quiet back and everyone stares at it in awe.
Only the appraiser holds a bunch of tails and returns to the back. Let's get to extraction work.
What's important to them is to do the right appraisal, extract the magic from the area. That's all.
"Now I wonder if I can buy new gear. The boulder limits these clothes. Uh, and I need to buy Matari's armor."
Brave man jarring the bag. He glances at his face when he sees his bloody clothes peeking from under his white robe.
…………
"Now you'll excuse me. Don't worry, I'll give it to Matari. The reward is split."
When the brave man greets and waves gently, he turns his back.
Rob accidentally leaked the word. Words you don't deserve as guild masters.
"... who the hell are you? I really can't believe it."
The brave man who hears it looks back with a smile.
"I am a brave man. It exists to exterminate the demon. You don't have to believe anything. No matter what anyone says, it doesn't change that I'm a“ brave man ”. I have chosen to remain a brave man, and I have fought and fought. So I'm the brave one. I'm the brave one."
"Wh, wh, wh..."
"I'm just talking to myself. Huh, don't worry about it."
Rob, who had seen the laughter of the brave man, could not continue his words.
Running out and all that. - This is a monster that has been diving through the training grounds many times. There is no hope or despair in the eyes of the monster. Understand something, and the broken human eye. A cold sweat conveys Rob's back.
Instinct alarms me not to engage with these kinds of people. It's broken or crazy - or is it already dead?
Rob has seen human eyes similar to this. These lunatics continued to challenge the inferior layers of the magical labyrinth.
A death squad that repeats its quest while already gaining gold, fame and strength. While suffering from an addiction to magic vegetables, he takes a large amount of neutralizer and goes back.
One of them was Rob's senior. Rob desperately stopped. If you go any further, you will surely die, wondering if it's enough already. But I couldn't stop it. As if he was possessed by something, he swung away the restraint.
When we reached the hundredth basement floor, said to be the lowest level, their flesh was completely covered by magic.
The end of man. The only man who could see and remain invisible returned to the earth by means of a transfer stone.
And left him breathless, saying that the lowest level of the underground labyrinth was the hundredth floor. What is there and what did you see? He died holding that answer.
His face was rotting and falling but he was smiling. Seems wholeheartedly satisfied. And in its eyes.
"... ugh."
"... hey, what's wrong? You look pale, don't you?
A brave man approaches Rob's face. approaching close range as if you knew that.
A raw, warm exhale touches him and a tremor runs on Rob's spine. I never expected to see the same eyes as them here.
Same eyes as the dead. You can't look at that one. You can't peek. Instinct screams that if you don't want to die, you shouldn't be involved.
…………
A brave man walks away from Rob silently and turns his back and starts walking again.
Not everyone in the guild is going to look down and gaze at each other. I don't try to speak up.
Rob could only stand up and drop him off after he left.
Eventually, when the door closed, they finally exhaled a sigh of relief. Tension relaxes.
"... I can't believe I ran out. Those eyes suck. Rob, you'll remember that, too. Something's broken. Otherwise, you can't have those eyes. Just like those people. Hey, you felt the same way, didn't you?
Roll and stand at once so that the ancient ginseng man can shake off his wrapped fears.
This man is also one of those people who watched the changing people up close. I also know the fears of that time.
"……… Don't ask me."
It was a word that came out of Rob's heart.