After breaking up with the Gordon brothers, he returned to the Adventurer's Support Office.
Meir and I were so confident in the back wall that we were watching the other adventurers.
Everybody's talking about the monster who was in the woods with his mouth shut.
I don't even think he was that vicious a demon, but, well, is fear or rumor exaggerated?
It even went up to rumors that the investigation team had all been killed.
They must be the ones who came to report it.
I also heard a little bit of talk about the shame I scattered or Gaston knocked me down.
Though few people seemed to believe it.
I was thinking that if Gaston would come around here... that's exactly when the entrance door was opened and three men came in.
"I know you're saying that's enough! You're not listening to me! Mostly what, this dirty root!
"It's time to shut the fuck up! I'm sure Brother Abel will be mad at me! You just have to redeem this money!
Gordon and Mordon pull over and bring Gaston in.
Apparently Gaston didn't know about the Eber-Boun commotion because he was drinking and walking alone.
As soon as Gaston appeared, every human in the facility looked back at Gaston and shut his mouth.
Shit, the hustle and bustle just now quiets back like a lie.
It's decided to lie, but it was the anticipation glance that maybe...
Gaston is surprised by the differences in the facility, but pulls a bag with Maudon's Evel Bourne roots.
Then he glances at Gordon with a guillotine glance, then turns forward and walks slightly to the reception with a large strand.
"Chi, can you get it done? Only this time! Hey, you guys, back off! I don't have a good place for bugs! Get it all together and put on a stinking face! Just watching makes me angry!
Gaston cries out to the people in line, combining the eight strikes of depression.
Side by side of the line, it is the usual gaston.
The young adventurer yelled at by Gaston calls out to his fellow lay man.
"Hey, that bag...... didn't something like the root of the tree stick out?
"No way..."
The entire facility starts twisting again.
"What are you guys. You're not going back? Hmm?"
As Gaston leans over, the young adventurer makes his expression shine.
"Sa, sa, go ahead! Go ahead!
When a young adventurer can sweep, that is followed by people disappearing from the line.
People can sweep left and right beautifully as if shown together.
Looking from behind, Gaston looked like Moses cracking the ocean.
"Hey, what? What the fuck?
Gaston floats an obvious colour of perplexity on his face, looking around mostly to the left and right.
I creeped out or half-step back when I realized that everyone's eyes were directed at me, but then I walked to the reception as I had decided to.
Gaston puts it on the counter like he throws a bag, and then he looks behind his back again.
"Hey woman, finish your assessment. It's kind of creepy."
"Ha, ha, yes..."
The receptionist carefully opens the bag given to her by Gaston.
And when I saw the black roots that came out, I swallowed the sauce and spit.
"Here, what the hell is this?
"You know what! Read the report and make sure!
Gaston slammed the wrinkled paper to the counter.
It is a fictional report written by Meir, in which Gaston snaps Ebel Bourne with his bare hands and leaves his roots in friction heat to extinguish charcoal.
Being searched for the remains of Eberle Bourne is troublesome, so the main body decided to force it away.
I wanted to at least let him use the weapon, but he has no choice because he is round hips.
The receptionist hurries to open the paper.
My hands were trembling with excitement or I didn't seem to be able to open it well.
When I finally open the paper with my thoughts, I open my eyes and run my eyes to the report.
"Hey, wait a minute! Let me see that!
Other officials appear from behind the facility and grab the receptionist's hand.
Following that, a familiar man appears.
I was here to crusade Ebel Bourne, captain of the Lord's investigation team.
A neat mustache and a unique triple white eye...... sure, was it named Regino?
I guess we were talking on the back of the facility.
The receptionist begins to peruse the widened report with the man's staff and Regino face-to-face.
"I can't believe it, but no doubt...... to the waves of thought, the black roots twirling from the ground, the power to cause strong winds. This trait is definitely the monster that destroyed our team."
"What!? That there's only one troublemaker who did that, and that's bare hands, too? You're such an idiot! Gaston's been smoking in quasi-D for a long time!
The adventurers begin to gush when they see how the staff interact.
"Oh, hey, it's really the atmosphere Gaston's done."
"Ugh, you're lying, right? There's a bastard who keeps causing that problem?
"No, I believed you. Gaston's brother says when he does it, he does it."
The noise gets louder and louder.
That's right. Gaston seems to have started to figure things out.
He stood with his mouth poked open, but his irritating expression disappeared when he thought he had made him shudder, slowly returning to his usual upbeat face.
"Wow... this guy is awesome"
"An aristocratic private soldier's back on the run, isn't he? Is that all alone?
"Maybe we're seeing the beginning of a legend."
Gaston seemed to be listening to the words of the adventurers as he roughed his nose, but as soon as he was heard from the receptionist, he looked back.
"Um, Mr. Gaston. Sorry to keep you waiting"
"Heh, heh, heh! That's about it."
"As you may know, there were a few complicated circumstances in this matter..."
"Ha, I don't know. I don't even remember him!
When Gaston is good at it, whoa, the perimeter springs up again.
Gaston looked at the condition on his ass, raising his mouth angle and laughing at Nitanita.
You don't even know Gaston because you haven't even seen him.
In that case, Meir's report doesn't seem to go through your eyes either.
"Can you come to the special desk now?
"Heh, heh! I'm busy, but let's go! Just keep it short."
In great cheer, Gaston moved to a special desk.
So, I'm glad I got an understudy.
I didn't think it was going to be all that fuss.
If I were you, I'd probably fall over nervously.
... but with that look in Gaston, you're going to be working hard for a while now.