The next morning after, we accepted the Level III quest from the Adventurers Guild:escort the wagon thats loaded with magic tools. To meet with the client and other escorts, we went to the guild a little before noon.
We entered the building and asked the usherette, we then got led into the reception room. After a while, the client and 4 other escorts appeared. The usual Demon Race receptionist girl also showed her face, maybe to bear witness.
Im the client, Gomugo. I deal in magic tools. Please take care of the escort tomorrow.
Gomumo the client had 2 horns sprout out from his head. It looked like he was from the Dragon Race. Middle-aged and no white hair yet, but the wrinkles on his face stood out. His height was about 170-centimeters-tall, he had a mustache like a hairy caterpillar under his nose. He seemed to be a good guy.
Im a Level II adventurer, Lute. Im doing this for a test to get up to Level III, but thats a different matter, and I will give it my all to do the job. Please take care of me, too.
After I showed him my adventurer tag, we shook hands. Snow, Chrisse, and Xiah gave their own greetings after me. The greetings went on smoothly.
Gomugo-san, no matter how much you need some hands, requesting kids like these for the escort is just a waste of money.
The first three that took up the post as guards all had horns growing out of their foreheads, so they must had been Dragon Race. A giant of a man who made holes in his helmets and protruded his horns from there, a nimble man shorter than me, and a leader-looking man next to them who interrupted us.
The leader-looking man was easily 180-centimeters-tall, his forged muscular body without any excess fat could be seen even through his civilian clothes. He also had neater features than the other two. His hair, which was just a little long, was tied behind his head, and from his waist hung an expensive-looking sword that looked out of place with his rough civilian clothes.
From the looks of them, they all appeared like veteran adventurers.
Symil-san, youre being rude no matter how- Im only telling the truth here. The adventurer business is not a kids playground. I dont know what theyre planning to do; but if they dont do it well, then not only us but also Gomugo-san may face danger. Because of that, its be better to clearly tell them this.
I can understand the leader-looking manSymils point. A Level II caravan escort is not individual but group work. One persons mistake can plunge the whole team into danger.
Again, its not impossible for them to think were going to push all the work to them and just take the money.
Because in reality, aside from Xiah, were all 13- and14-year-old kids.
The Demon Race receptionist girl started speaking.
Symil-sama, theyre adventurers that have been judged by the Adventurers Guild that they can be Level III without any problem. Actually, Xiah-sama is a B+ rank magician, not even to say Snow-sama is a A- rank magician. You cant judge a book by its cover, you know? B+ rank, and even A- rank, you say !?
Even the two men behind Symil made surprised faces. Gomugo, the client, smiled like he got an unexpected piece of luck.
Now that is reassuring to have an A- rank magician escort me. Looks like the security is guaranteed this time. Ku!
Gomugo, who held the right to employ, had totally wanted to hire us. If its like this, then no matter how much Symil and the gang make a fuss, the decision wont change. Instead, if they make too big of a fuss, it wouldnt be strange if their contract got cancelled.
I tried looking at them, they look like theyve totally lost their faces as adventurers.
The receptionist girl poured more oil onto the fire.
Furthermore, Snow-sama and Chrisse-sama are also Lute-samas wives, you know. The marriage to these beauties of Lute-samas is really enviablereally jealously enviable.
This is my Gale Sword imbued with wind magic. Feel free to let it cut you!
In short, a magic stone charged with wind magic got inserted into that sword, from the name it sounds like it has the power to shoot out kamaitachi or blade of wind. Why are you taking the trouble to tell me your power.
And calling a sword socketed with just a magic stone the Gale Sword or whatever, so lame . did he name it himself? I questioned his taste.
Symil showed a composed smile, he mustve thought of my astonishment as panic. The receptionist girl raised her right hand.
Well then, start!
Uooooo! Mince him! Gale SwoGYARGH!
I activated Body Strengthening on my entire body for just 5 seconds just in case. I did a quick draw in under a second, hitting Symil on the shoulder. He was taken by surprise by the sudden pain and sound of the gunshot and grasping his shoulder, dropped the sword that he had raised overhead.
D-, damn you
As an active adventurer, Symil seemed to be able to bear the pain, and thus he tried to pick up the dropped sword with the hand on the other side of his immobile shoulder.
BANG.
!?
I shot another .38 Special (9mm) in between his outstretched hand and the sword.
you still want to continue?
I pointed the muzzle at him as a threat and muttered in a low voice:
I-, I give!
He immediately understood that he couldnt win and declared his loss.
This way, I could get him to recognise me without a problem, and we were then able to accept the quest.
We once again introduced ourselves to a dejected Symil and checked their adventurer tags. Symils group were all Level III adventurers.
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