“What?! Run away?!”

escape. or escape. Running away to protect oneself from a threat.

And now, those were the words the guild receptionist spat out toward Yekatrina and the others. That’s why Catherine made quite a loud noise.

Fortunately, except for one raid out of misfortune, what greeted us at the gateway city safely was an unpleasant situation and unfair treatment.

The female receptionist, who had the impression of being made up of a lot of roughness, continued her conversation while maintaining an extremely businesslike attitude.

“That’s right. The three people, led by Gaendal-nim, were due to escape during the request...” ”

Ha, it seems that the guys who arrived first tricked people and left with the reward, but we explained the situation to them and I mean, they went on the hunt. Even the mercenaries that caused the incident were killed and even the residents were saved.

It is probably because they have the right personality and common sense that they maintain their composure even though they were unilaterally notified of the unfair evaluation. If you were a normal adventurer, there would be nothing strange about starting by destroying something right away.

It’s not because I started looking over it when I encountered a similar case in the capital city.

“...The adventurers who returned to the city first have already negotiated with the guild and received a reward. This is a quest that has ended. If you cannot submit detailed circumstances and evidence, nothing will change.”

On the other hand, the receptionist is cold enough to furrow his brow for cutting his words and entering. It looks like there is a lot of work being pushed back, but it’s not a particularly good response.

“So, you’ve been wanting to see the guild leader for a while to present the circumstances and evidence. Even if the victims are over there right now, if you want to protect them in the end, you have to meet the guild leader, the representative of the guild that made the request, and Raviel’s bureaucrat. ?They are the victims related to the request. Are you saying that we are going to leave them like this?”

Nevertheless, Gaendal calmly explains. But the answer that came back was never kind.

“Currently, the guild leader is busy with other business...”

The same answer repeated like a parrot. In the end, it’s a public request presented by the guild, but what could be busier than cleaning up? It’s not even the capital. Even empty words, if this kind of problem arises, it is right to put off the busy work and run to check it out.

At that attitude, Gaendal tried to let out a sigh, Ekatrina and Lelye made faces full of energy, and Gin smiled as if he was troubled. The refugees start to get anxious from the commotion, and Asili looks at the receptionist with a not very good expression.

And I just kicked the reception desk.

– Quaang!

What used to be a reception desk was scattered around by the purposeful kick.

“Kyaaak?!”

“Fuck you, fuck you. You’re spinning dirty. Really. Did you fight with the mercenary bastards?”

It is common sense that people in the world have as many different personalities as there are. And you have to treat them in various ways that suit their different personalities, but you can save time and effort when drawing the desired conclusion.

Intelligent bullies are the answer here.

I feel that everyone in the lobby is startled by my sudden action and their attention is focused. And the receptionist, who was alone in it, screamed loudly.

His chubby body is a contrast to the head of the capital’s guild. As soon as he arrives, he does not assert his authority or take a dignified position, but strangely comes out in a low-key attitude.

“The guild leader makes it very interesting. I’ve been talking since a while ago.”

“Ha, but the receptionist...”

“It was just smashed to pieces with one kick in anger. We just kept talking before and after that?”

The act of destroying a reception desk made of wood with one kick is a performance that is not lacking in making people nervous. As he spoke like a typical bully with a crooked posture, the guild leader’s eyes started to shake, and it didn’t end with a simple fuss, but as the guild leader appeared, more and more people flocked to see it.

“What the hell... Mr., fuck. Why is a mad dog here?”

“What? He? He’s the mad dog of the capital?”

But an unexpected support shot began.

“Don’t you bite until that crazy bastard is laid?”

“Wow, did the guild really turn away from adventurers?”

“Then what about the illegal slave business?”

This is why people must live faithfully and consistently. I thought people who knew my notoriety would appear around the capital after only a year or so of activity. As the murmur spread to a murmur, the guild leader who grasped the situation trembled and carefully reached out his hand to lead me.

“Well, the receptionist is fine. Go upstairs and explain what happened...”

That action is somewhat suspicious. Didn’t this guy intentionally ignore us because he really had something to hold on to? Why don’t we go upstairs and talk about something that can be finished right here?

Of course, it doesn’t suit such tricks. Now, this is my front yard. Are you going crazy and crawling into the enemy camp?

“No, our Gaendal older brother and his companions. Yes? A heinous mercenary bastard who tried to kill innocent citizens of the kingdom and sell them as slaves while staying up all night searching for refugee villages nearby for the guild’s request and the prestige of the kingdom. You didn’t stop there? Did you even get to the city escorting the victims full of sad stories for the safety of the victims? Fuck my God? Are you experiencing the dishonor of running away while requesting? Does this make sense unless justice has faded!”

As I raised my voice while subtly dodging the hand that was trying to take me quietly with exaggerated gestures, the noise around me subsided and I began to focus on my words.

“How many! Cowards who ran away after seeing the horrors committed by 40 or so mercenaries in the village they arrived at first! Real cowards who ran away to report to the city saying it was something other than a request! Even though he calmly explained to me that he had carried it with Ha Hae-like broad generosity! Me, the receptionist lady, that person? Huh? The decision has already been made, what the heck, and they keep treating people as fugitives. How can you tolerate this? Isn’t that right, guild leader? ”

“Ah, sir. Please go in...”

Now they call me teacher when I’m half younger than you. After all, where people live is all the same.

“Is this a story to go in?! Where do you go in to say you have something to hide?! Those who are not confident are hiding and talking!”

But I am Eldmiage, a thrifty man who knows how to use even that.

As the gathered gaze looked at the guild leader with disbelief, the guild leader broke a cold sweat like broth on his dying face.

ok this is it Let’s go until we go somewhere where we’ve been swayed by an accident all day long.