412 Episode 392: The hard-won comrade (? ）

The next morning we took to the Adventurer's Guild in this city.

The building was noisy all morning, somewhat stiff compared to the Adventurer Guild in Curry Lina.

I'll give voice to the adventurer who was nearby.

"Is something wrong?

"Hmm? You just came to this city, you.... Whoa, big guy with you. There's even a little dragon."

The adventurer who said that and looked back at me is surprised to see Fell and Dora.

"They're both my squires"

"Tamer? It's unusual. So, yeah, it's because the south woods are off-limits."

According to the story, after some of the adventurer parties that went into the South Forest had not returned to the city, the Adventurer Guild sent the B-rank Adventurer Party, which was just in the city, out to investigate the forest.

And at the same time that the gates of the Morning Street now open, that adventurer party ran into the Adventurer Guild and was reported.

Apparently there was a snake demon named Tyrant Forest Python out in the South Forest.

This demon named Tyrant Forest Python is characterised by the fact that even snake-based demons are not poisonous but are big and big eaters anyway, and they even say that all the creatures disappear, though it may be demons from the woods where this demon came out.

From that point of view, the story was that some adventurer party faces that went into the south woods and had not yet returned were probably eaten ten or eighty-nine times.

"But the adventurers in that investigation, you've come home well"

As far as I can tell, I think if I ran into that Tyrant Forest Python, there was a great chance they'd eat me.

"Oh. I was lucky there. I heard it was the tail. When I saw it, I thought it was bad, and I came back to town at first sight."

I see.

But you're a big snake demon.

I mean, with the edge, Fell getting it or running into it in the dungeon, I see some big snake demons, but how big are those Tyrant Forest Pythons and them?

I asked Fell in a nutshell that it was the quickest time to ask the oldest Fell at a time like this.

"Fell, you know that Tyrant Forest Python?

'Mm-hmm. Of course I do. It's a snake with a big head full of graphics. "

They're gonna say you're terribly retarded after that call.

"He tried to eat me as soon as he saw me without knowing the difference in power from me."

"I've seen that monster before, too. You tried to eat about me, too. I put thunder magic in my head and I put a wind hole in his belly, but he's not going to die. I missed him because he ran away with blood on him. '

Tyrant Forest Python and I seem to know Dora as well as Fell.

But it's a hell of a life force to say you're alive even though you ate Dra's magic around your body and got a wind hole in your torso.

"Mm, does Dora know too? Sure, he did."

Fell was also about to be eaten and naturally knocked him down fast, but despite his decapitation, he was in a bitchy motion for a while.

'That's no use hunting. The meat is hard, but it has a smell, and it's not very edible. "

That's what Fell said and glanced at me.

"Did Fell eat that one? After I missed it, I failed to beat it down and eat meat anyway - but I was right not to eat meat like that. '

'Mm-hmm. That's not the case with meat that tastes so bad. You were right not to eat.'

But, Fell, knowing it tastes bad means you've made sure it tastes good.

Surprisingly challenging to eat poison, isn't it, Fell?

Besides, I think I might as well get it back out because I'm in the guild.

With that in mind......

"Ah!!!

There was an old man with a cat-back barcode head reminiscent of a tired salesman who raised his voice and pointed at me.

"Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi, it's Mr. Mkoda, isn't it?!

That's what I said and ran over for a small run, barcode-headed old man.

"Huh? Ha, ha, it's mcodea..."

"Yatta! Thank God! God didn't abandon me. Huh?"

That's what I yelled at, barcode, the old man with the head. Somehow I was taken with my arm grabbed by a gutter.

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The old man with the barcode head brought me here in a private room.

Apparently it was the Guildmaster's room to see from the recommended and sitting chair dishes.

That means......

"Introduce yourself again. I'm an Alliance Master here at the Adventurers Guild in Hirschfeld. I'm Isaac Sherven. Best regards,"

This barcode-headed old man is like the guild master of the Adventurers Guild here.

Although it doesn't look that way at all, because adventurers go up like the Alliance Masters of the Adventurer Alliance so far and it's not an atmosphere.

"Hi, it's Mkoda."

When I say that, Nico, the smiling barcode head old man thing, Mr. Isak.

"You're Mr. Mkoda, an S-rank adventurer, right? I know. Is that Fenrill and Pixie Dragon the Obedient behind you, and the slime..."

"If you're a slime swim, I'll stay here."

When I gently tapped the leather bag, the sleeping sui woke up.

"Ryuji, rice?

'No, no. You can still sleep.'

"Mmm, wake up."

That's how Sui got on my lap.

"Yeah, yeah, the submissive looks good, too. So please make a request as soon as possible. It's an urgent matter, but make sure you crusade Tyrant Forest Python out in the South Forest!

I knew it was coming.

But I don't know because Fell hated it.

When I looked at Chirali and Fell, he looked really disgusted, as I thought.

Rejected.

"Oh, Fenrill really talks, doesn't he? Or is it a rejection? Why?!

'Cause it's not good.'

"Because it tastes bad, don't eat Tyrant Forest Python meat. You can't eat meat, but skins and fangs are also expensive to trade as ingredients! What do you say, you're interested?

'Not at all. It's only a hassle to deal with such an idiot while you can't eat it. "

He also doesn't move at all to Isak, who is desperate to interest him, and Fell says so and turns to Twone and Sort of.

Dora is Dora, and she sees Isak in desperate condition and feels like she doesn't sneak up on a god she doesn't touch, and she's not involved with me since the beginning.

"Oh, shit! Mr. Mukoda, please ~! I can blame you for this!

Mr. Isaac, who changed the target of persuasion from Fell to me, grabs my shoulder without even taking the table in between.

"Please -! Do me a favor!

"Hey, you know, it's close to my face. Let's just calm down, shall we?!

I managed to push Mr. Isak back and calm him down.

So when I listened, I also found out what made Mr. Isaac desperate.

If it stays like this, it can be pushed up from the city based adventurers, and other adventurers will move to other cities if they make less money.

If there are fewer adventurers, now there will be a thrust from the merchants who ask the adventurers to escort and other things, as well as voices of anxiety from the city dwellers because it is something that involves the defense of the city.

If that voice gets louder, then sometimes the worst lords come out.

Itaku, who can talk like that, looked dabbled with the appearance of a middle-management salesman who was blamed, exhausted and saddened by everyone.

"For the most part, why can you blame me alone? It's unreasonable, right? I didn't want to be an Alliance Master..."

"Huh."

Whether it was Japanese sex or vaguely I shouldn't have replied like that, then Mr. Isak's stupidity burst.

"Will you listen to me? I am, as you can tell by my name, from a nobleman. It's a clumsy baron house, though. But I'm four men, so I couldn't possibly succeed the governor, so I had to get out of the house and earn my own living. So..."

To sum up the long story of Mr. Isaac's foolishness, here's the deal.

Sometimes the four men in the Baron's house, Mr. Isaac was out of school attended by noble and luxurious children.

Of course there were magic and swordsmanship classes among them, and students specializing in them often decided where to work early on.

However, Mr. Isak is not good at magic, and he is not good at swordsmanship and other rough things.

Naturally, I couldn't have decided where to get a job while I was in school.

Then I thought about the civilian, but it's suspicious that I could get a job as a civilian with my grades inside and not pampered.

And Mr. Isak thought.

I thought I could get a job for sure myself and get paid there.

The result of a lot of research was the Adventurer Guild.

He said the shortage of talent for guild staff had been screaming since that time (and still seems to be the case), and although his grades are among them, he thought he would be treasured if he graduated from school and could read and write calculations.

Mr. Isaac's prospects were brilliant, and he emerged in the midst of being treasured from the upper echelons of the Adventurer's Alliance in this country.

Despite the fact that Mr. Isaac himself did not have any particular appetite for birth.

And he finally became Alliance Master at a young age of 28.

But that's where Mr. Isaac's ordeal began.

Mr. Isaac was able to work more than any other official just because he was out of school.

If you ask me, paperwork and managing things can be done perfectly.

There is no need to compare that area to the Adventurer Ascension Alliance Master and others that are common in Alliance Masters.

The upper echelons who laid eyes on it began to make Mr. Isaac the guild master of many problematic adventurer guilds.

If you became an Alliance Master at the age of 28 and thought it was something you would be doing Alliance Master all along in that city, a decree was issued telling you to go to an approximate city in about three years.

The Adventurer's Guild of the Moving City is a lot worse than anything, and I desperately rebuilt the Adventurer's Guild there over two years, and there's a decree telling me to go to another city.

That has been repeated, and here Hirschfeld says it will be the fourth city since Mr. Isaac became Guildmaster.

"Mr. Mukoda, it's me, I'm 37."

"What?"

Seriously?

A bit for 37, especially what the head area is......

I accidentally had an eye on Mr. Isak's barcode head.

"You thought it was older, didn't you? I know. Because it's this head...... But, you know, until a few years ago, I was still fuzzy. That's like this if you notice a lot of hard work...... Ugh."

Was Adventurer Guild a black company for officials......

I mean, I also feel like Mr. Isak is exclusive.

Isn't it too much to use because you got a competent pawn?

"... Hey, Mr. Mkoda, I, can I quit here, right?

Mr. Isak, would you not ask me that with your tired face?

"Sure, sure, I'm getting a pretty good salary. Okay, because I'm a guild master at the bend. But, but you know, I don't have much time to use it. Thanks to you, I can't afford to get to know a woman, and I'm still single! Who I know who isn't married at this age is a priest who offered his body and mind to the Church."

Thirty-seven, single.

That's all it feels like being a comrade.

I'm younger, but given the marriageable age in this world, being single at 37 just makes me strangely intimate.

I wonder if we can do something for Mr. Isaac.

"Hey, Fell, Dora, Sui"

'... um, what? Are we done talking?

'Munya...... Mmm, are we done?

............... You guys didn't listen at all, did you?

Or you were totally asleep.

Sui doesn't make it slight on my lap, and I'm totally falling asleep.

"No, I was talking about Tyrant Forest Python's crusade earlier, and I want you to take it."

"What? Lord, you weren't listening to me? That meat doesn't taste good."

'I've been listening. It's just, this guy, Isaac, he's in a lot of trouble, too. "

"Hung, I don't know that."

'You don't know... Okay, then, how about some dragon meat for dinner after I made the crusade request?

I'm a man too, I decided to take my skin off for Mr. Isak.

That said, it was the Fells who originally got the dragon.

"What?

"The meat of a dragon?

Both Fel and Dra ate up beautifully on the word meat from the dragon.

'Yes. Dragon meat. So what do you say?

"Well, if that's what you're doing, you don't have to take it."

"I guess I could take it, too."

"Then I'll reply," I'll take the request. "

'Well, wait. I told you I didn't have to take it. The dragon is not finely chopped, but thickly chopped meat. You got that?

'Yes, yes, I understand. Thick chopped dragon steak. "

'Mm-hmm. If you know what I mean, that's fine. I'll take that request. "

Fell and Dora are wearing a satisfactory nibble.

Thick-cut dragon steak?

I don't feel expensive or anything, but a hard-won comrade (?) Is it cheap if you think it's for.

After this, I told Isaac that I would take his request and he was crying.

You're really struggling.

Maybe I can sneak you apart [Divine Medicine Hair Power], which I have about three bottles left in my hand later.

If you say it was purchased from the Lamberto Chamber of Commerce, the country would be different in the first place, and it wouldn't be that eye-catching for the Count or Mr. Lamberto.