Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

He was a brilliant blue eagle (snivalior).

Placed in the Guild Depository, it gathered the eyes of a hunter who stumbled in at noon.

Securely frozen and well preserved, with a vibrant blue color, it had a secret expectation that something might be good for superstitious female hunters and the like.

Seeing the Blue Eagle (Snivalior), hunting was such a jinx for lucky visitors and hunters.

Travoc hunting is bought up by the Hunter Association, but it's actually a child's allowance.

Naturally it was normal for children, newcomers or unarmed ones to take it to a shopping mall within the association.

Rubbed off work clothes, Zambala hairstyles, invisible races (race), but beyond the age of twenty, were seen in the eyes of other hunters, and inevitably the collector was to be seen as the one without arms.

A bumpy mockery gaze is directed at the collector who handed him the dog tag and placed the green stone in pieces on the counter.

While receiving the reward of Green Stone, Four Rods, some of the collectors were not at all concerned with their gaze.

"And then there was a warcraft that was attacked in the wilderness, and I gave it back."

The official who registered yesterday for what edge was the opponent.

"If that warcraft is not on request, it will only be purchased in kind"

"Mm, oh, that's okay. I'm not gonna sell it, but can you keep it for an hour or so?

"I don't mind, but if raw meat doesn't come to receive for more than half a day, ownership will transfer to the Hunter Association, are you sure?

"Oh, that's fine. Can I bring it?

Then the collector dragged the Blue Eagle (Snivariol) as he went outside, with the approval of an official at the large shopping mall at the back entrance.

It can be strengthened, but it is the size of a collector. I had to strain.

The staff is astonished to see the great blue eagle (Snivalior), the prey of the treasurer.

Not so much as strength, not so much as scarcity. It is difficult to hunt because you are in the air, but if you have only seven stars (Rubinichia), it is possible to hunt.

But it's hard to leave a beautiful blue to crusade. That alone makes one star more difficult.

If you kill them magically, the colors will change, and they will often burn. If I crash to death, somehow the color will instantly give me away. In a half-attack, though, you fly away.

Successfully kills a single-wing function, slowly drops it, and stabs the todome with a cutting system weapon, not a blunt instrument.

Then we could leave this upper-class lady a favored pure, deep blue, but not so many clever hunters who could do it for us.

"Well, why don't you say hello when it's already frozen. Oh, you got a deposit card or something?

"Eh, ah, yes. Give me your name."

I wrote two names on a piece of paper that became like a separator, and they gave me one of them.

"Well, it's called the Blue Eagle."

The keeper who read the deposit card muttered a word and went shopping for the moment, which was his original purpose.

The remaining officials stared at the frozen Blue Eagle (Snivariol) for some time.

Contrary to the gate, the collector was thinking as he walked down the main road lined with shops.

A souvenir to Snow White, which would be in a diagonal mood without being able to follow me, is fine with the Blue Eagle (Snivalior).

And then, and the keeper thinks about the inconvenience he usually felt.

Even so, it's usually done with magic, so the collector was worried about it before he went to the store to see what this world was like.

Sure, the part of Spirit Magic that made it convenient was huge, but it's hard to tell the Spirit about the fine work, and if you use it up in your life like a zodiac, naturally, the magic will dry up and you won't be able to move.

To avoid that, the human beings of this world used magic in the essentials and otherwise lived a normal life, such a way of life was entrenched.

There were hand axes, knives, shovels, grinding wheels, small and large skin bags and hemp bags, needles, threads, clothes, trousers and boots of skin, shirts and inners of cotton and hemp, ropes and blankets of fur. On the contrary, there were no entertainment items, and only such items were kept in the store.

The money paid is the reward of hiding the acari.

The collector had decided to delude himself because it was a reward and a Japanese friendship to take care of him. But if you don't, Gucci will regret it.

The grocery store had salt mixed with impurities, sake, but the flour was a little tense, the chunks of brown sugar, pepper and chili were a little high in small quantities, and there were no other seasonings.

The bread was black and the stiff was cheap. White bread was also slight but more than double the value of black bread.

I bought a potato-like seed of immo and some seed close to onions and tomatoes. This one wasn't that expensive, but will it bud properly, in that mountain?

The villagers, who saw the zodiac walking with a bump, said something to Hisohiso.

That would be the case, too. An outsider who has never seen it, though not dirty, carries a large load with his blurry hair, worn out work clothes and shoes, and three weapon-like things.

No matter how many hunters there were on the perimeter, this figure never stood out.

As little as an hour passed while gathering the villagers' gaze, the collectors returned to the Hunter Association.

As I opened the swing door giggly and headed to the counter, I rushed over to the collector just to say that the staff had been helped.

would have been so nostalgic, or rather thought he was tired, the collector leans his neck inside.

"Are you finally home"

Example officials to blame.

"Not until half a day?

"... to you..."

- You're the one who hunted that blue eagle.

A man from a large blonde race (Hitoshi) approached me, blocking the staff and using a dignified technique. Even if it's big, it's not as big as Maxime, it's within the limits of race.

The collector doesn't know what it is, and still nods,

"Give me that."

"... I refuse to take that back with me"

I don't know, but the keeper said no precisely so as not to mislead.

The person in front of me was a bit of a surprise about what the collector said, but when he knew what it meant, he flaunted his face and stepped in and intimidated the collector.

"I guess you know who I am."

The collector shall be decent.

"To what extent?

An official who was looking at the exchange next to the collector did a hand on his forehead and whispered in the collector's ear.

"... This person is Dear Saul Domitor Blagoy. Lady Blagoy is the son of the four stars (Gabodrazze), the former nobleman Blagoy family."

A collector who remembers the name Zaul. The only perception I have is that the guy who set up the acari.

"That's the thing. If you get it, give it up. I'll give you some money."

"No, I can't give it up for a reason."

"... you don't seem to be polite to a four-star (Gabodrazze) hunter"

Zaul makes his white skin somewhat reddish and intimidates as he looks down at the collector.

The collector turns a blind eye to Zaul and asks the next official.

"Such a rule, to the association?

"... None"

Officials shook their heads as they glanced at the collector wondering if the stars in the dark had a rule that hunters above must give way to their prey.

"That's what I'm saying"

The collector bows his head and tries to get to where the Blue Eagle (Snivalior) is located.

A pasty note is thrown at your feet.

Something like a hundred Rod notes. Less than what the collector did for today's shopping.

"That would be all I need"

Zaul Domitor Blagoy was in a whorehouse when he was contacted that Maxeem had returned from the mountains and slowly stayed all day and night before visiting the Hunter Association but Maxeem was not there already.

We should have talked through it within last night, but Zaul ate his teeth up with a girillic when he found out that Maxime apparently soaked him up.

Turns out he couldn't find a brave man named Acari, but instead, Maxime overheard him recommending a man named Klund, who lived secluded in the mountains, to hunters.

As he advanced to the back of the association to ask if there was any connection, Zaul saw the stunning Blue Eagle (Snivalior) in the purchase storage area.

When I asked him, he said that the man had hunted it, too, and that he would come and get it after a while.

Speaking of which, my sister's wedding is close. It's not a bad idea to decorate your costume with a blue eagle (snivalior) called a symbol of happiness.

Just in time, Zaul decided to wait for the man.

"So he said he wouldn't sell it."

The treasurer said so to Zaul, who stood still.

Standing up, Zaul has well-groomed wavy blonde hair, no mustaches, etc. The deep face of the Anglo-Saxon system was quite harsh, the back length was more than one minute taller than the head of the collector, and the muscles seemed to follow better. He was wearing a fine silky shirt with trousers and a jacket and a short sword on his hips. It looked like a good hunter.

Only his eyes were rugged, he was constantly looking down, and he only looked like a chunk of self-esteem to the collector.

"Are you going to hang the value? There's no way you can hunt ten stars. I think I just found the Blue Eagle (Snivalior) and killed it. Greed doesn't make a lot of sense."

I'm not willing to sell it to a collector even though I don't want to get involved.

Why is it a souvenir to Snow White? Now if you don't have a souvenir, you won't know how much tail protests you'll get and how long you'll be grumpy.

"I'm not selling it."

Stuffed Zaul, the keeper who won't pull.

"Look, in this village. No, you're not gonna be able to hunt in the country, are you?

It must have been one of those threatening complaints for Zaul.

"Do as you please. I don't need to be in this country, and I don't need to hunter."

This is not Japan. I have no attachment, I have no in-laws. I don't even have a verbal problem.

Apparently, the Lord of that voice gave me the ability to speak, and I have no problem reading it. I was thrilled to see if it would pass even when it was in Maxime the first time, but there was no problem. Probably no problem going to any country.

It was for half-traveled raccoon calculations, but the words of the collector were not actually a problem for any country to go to.

An increasingly swordswallowing saul. I had my hands on the short sword of my hips.

The collector shall also place his luggage and be able to deal with it at any time.

I couldn't move anymore. Then I can't be sorry.

- Whoa, wait.