Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Enjoy a glass of strong alcohol.

It is a kind of familiarity that the leader makes the first rookie hunter.

It's long gone obsolete, but it still remains in the form of a leader giving a knife first, he said.

Irida watched with interest the vaulter with the distillery liquor (vogila) at once.

It's the liquor of the land the peasants around here drink, and it's very strong.

Surely the Dwarves swallow without bitterness. The giants, who are of the same race, also swallow. The elves won't swallow, but the beasts and humans vary.

Different, but I've never had a rookie like swallow all at once and if it's another form I'll swallow it. A rookie hunter might shy away from swallowing it up front, but that's all.

Now, you don't look like an arrogant snot-nosed guy.

Something. Without a leader, it doesn't belong to the village, it doesn't belong to the periphery.

You look too different from the villagers in the first place.

Displaced or refugees? No, I don't have that kind of grief.

How many in the first place?

Age is hard to read. I'd be over 20, but I don't know the details.

The horns of the three-sword antler (Aromelli), the rounded shield, the lack of armor, the giant species, and when the hell was the hunter?

You think the round shield was also a monster (monster) of the Ice Warrior type?

If it's true, I have to go to the investigation, but somehow this newbie seems to be staring at the branch manager, and he's not trusting me.

If you take care of such a rookie hunter, you're sure there's trouble, but the lead is the hunter of the advance.

It can also be described as a hunter duty that has been handed down with continuous cotton. Anyone can be taught a leading role when they're snotty.

Well, he doesn't seem like he's just a nose saucer.

"So, are you going to take the request today?

The sun is still far above it.

"I can't do it today, make it tomorrow. This liquor works just fine."

The collector's complexion is slightly worse.

"I don't know, you're pathetic. It must be tight for the race of..."

Then don't swallow it, when the collector says Yrida just laughs hahahahahaha and luxuriously.

"Well, shall I explain it first? Basically, from the order to the way you work, you don't talk about anything. It's only your hunting amulet. I can't accept out-of-rank requests other than personal orders and salting requests."

Even the country seems to have different rules of association.

"I hear the salting request was decided up to two ranks below."

"Well, that's an implicit rule."

"No, it looks like it was specified in the association rules. The other day, my request was voided."

"It's become an association rule, well, it's slightly different from country to country, and that's what happens. I've never heard of invalidity."

Elida arms up and is a bit of an ideological face.

Arms together make the valley of the chest deeper.

"Well, I can't help but think it's over. than that."

Irida looks from the top to the bottom of Giroli and the collector.

"Is that all the luggage?

"Oh, oh."

"See you in that outfit when you're coming hunter. Or don't you have any money?

"You mean that? I'm going to buy it in the village or have it made."

"Bring it in?

"Oh, give me this."

When the collector tried to unload his backpack.

Baburn and the swing door opened up in momentum.

And a swing door that bounces back in momentum.

Something to be played with Pawn.

The association's lobby was surrounded by quiet silence.

Now it's time for the swing door to open slowly.

That's where I was.

"What, oak?

I don't know who said it, but it was definitely an oak.

No, he is a pig beast man.

No, it's a race.

The eyes of an oak-like race sparkle.

"I was contacted that someone had asked me to collect tramora grass, and I came!

Quite a good voice, it's a baritone voice.

"This is Baron Potapenko, you've come all the way to this place -"

He is an iron-skinned employee. Iron skin, but oddly enough, Momi's hand was on the plate.

A baron is an honorable name. The aristocracy was abolished in this country, but it was accustomed to giving the old aristocratic lord a name.

"But that contact was this rookie's mistake. Oh, my God, I'm sorry."

Ironhide lowers head with a peck.

The man known as Baron Potapenko turned out to be a figment face.

From the perimeter,

"Hey, it's Baron Pork."

"Of that Taoist nobleman,"

I'm talking about eating it and eating it up.

"Tramora grass is a long way off. Spice is so much better than that."

I could hear such a faint whisper.

Even though nobility has long been obsolete, there is nothing yet to curse the old aristocracy face to face.

"Hmm, but what makes you smell like tramora grass?

Baron Potapenko with a crack in the nose.

Didn't everyone in the lobby agree that you were a pig?

Baron Potapenko ignores such officials and makes his nose crack more.

And when he saw the keeper who was pointing that way, he approached Zuka, Zuka, Zuka, with his big crotch.

I don't even look up to Irida, who can be considered the beauty next door. Baron Potapenko doesn't glance, even though Irida says he's been given a much more favorable gaze since he came back from the branch manager's office to the lobby.

"Do you have tramora grass? You have it. I don't know what's going on with the association, but would you give it to me?"

Low back on the outside.

Low, but baron potapenco like that puts the collector under barometric pressure, in an opposite position to the bar counter.

"Ma, wait. Are you the client of that salting request?

"I suppose so. I've waited a year for this day."

The collector turns his face to Elida.

"... is this a good case?

"Well, it takes the form of personal orders, but there's no problem. But if you have tramora grass,"

The collector still sees the impending Baron Potapenko, now, now, now.

The sparkling eyes, the puffy face and the boyon body looked exactly like a good pig, but somewhere adorable and hateful.

"Wow, okay, just calm down"

Baron Potapenko exhaled Hunce from his nose, feeling more excited, but stopping on the spot like a dog told to wait.

The collector removes three chunks of tramora grass from the food backpack.

"This..."

- Pacri.

In a similar way to someone else, Baron Potapenko sipped a piece of the treasurer's possession.

"Oops."

- Shaggy, Mosha.

Baron Potapenko savours with a serious face, like a philosopher who aspires to the supreme summit.

Chew over and over again.

And when swallowed to spare...

I spilled tears.

"This is what this is, this is the fold of a much younger child, my grandfather gave me just a slice, the taste of memories. It's tramora grass!

It was a ridiculous aristocratic road trip, but my gaze was gathered on nature and every step of Baron Potapenco.

"Thank you, thank you"

"Ah, oh. By the way, I'm talking about the fee."

When a collector says so to Baron Potapenko, who has come even closer to thanking him, Baron Potapenko stops perfectly.

He is visibly bluishing his face.

"Well, that's right, with last month's grocery payment, I don't know what, I don't know."

Baron Potapenko dwindles that thick body in the eyes of a jittery collector.

"... hey, let's do anything. I wish I had a glance."

And the squeezed word was this.

The collector has no choice but to be frightened. Illida and others on the side were grinning with their bellies.

"I don't know why I took it, but I can't afford the money. Then I thought you were aristocratic... aristocratic?

"Ohon. This is still the head of the Baron Potapenco family"

It is aesthetic. Barons alone have little power over the nobility of today. Being a senator, wholesale magic equipment, or if you don't have that added value, the Baron is just a tribute.

I guess he's a poor aristocrat, hitting the spot with the grocery payment.

The collector whispers in Baron Potapenko's ear.

Baron Potapenko is surprised and his eyes are rounded.

I was wondering if the collector would be angry. I also thought that if that didn't work, unsecured and unsecured debt would be fine. Honestly, tramora grass is all you have to look for.

"There was that hand, but no, but I see"

Baron Potapenko was leaning down and whining somewhat, but after a while he saw the possessor.

"... it's not that useful to hunters, is it?

"Whatever. I wonder if he's interested."

"Hmm, but no matter how poor the Baron family is, it's also a family heirloom..."

That's how I see the chills, the chills and the rest of the tramora grass on the bar counter.

"This is all I have, but is that okay?

"Become, no, but still. No, all right. - If there's anything good in the future, bring it to me, right? You're a hunter, too. Sometimes you can't?

"... I hope that's okay"

"- All right, that's fine. Bye."

When I kicked around like that, I went abruptly to the association's counter, and after a while I came back abruptly again, this time whispering something in the collector's ear.

And I grabbed the paper in the hand of the collector.

"For once, it is a family heirloom. Don't give me no room."

The collector nodded and handed the rest of the tramora grass.

"Um, sure. My house is from here, where Tansk went for a while. How do you do?"

Tansk is the central city of Dorgan, with the Dorgan Parliament.

When he could be in his own cloth bag as if dealing with the received tramora grass even with cracked objects, Baron Potapenko returned with an elegant aristocratic trick, unlike when he came.

Although my back still looked just like the oak.

Baron Potapenco revealed himself like a typhoon, and after he left, only a strange quiet remained.

When I saw the iron-skinned official in the lobby with me, he looked somewhat like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

The collector comes up with a fudge and laughs at him with his nose.

Then the staff returned to the reception of the association with a curly heel.

But the walk was somewhat frustrating.

Probably used to calculate the raccoon's peel of tramora grass held by the collector, but it was something the collector didn't sell to the association and traded directly, so guess what.

Immediately after the exchange between the collector and the staff, which took place without such knowledge, Elida, who was tired of laughing and holding her belly, spoke to the collector.

"I didn't know you really had tramora grass. So, what did you do? You don't have blue blood on your hands anymore."

The collector chuckled and put his mouth closer to Elida's ear.

- All one autonomous magic transmitted to the Baron Potapenco family.

I whispered so small.

Irida gives a pocan look. And I immediately laughed cookly.

"Damn, are you glad?

The collector nodded joyfully.

I had no idea if I had lost or gained, but I didn't regret it.

Of course I know what Elida is trying to say.

There is no guarantee that the autonomous magic that Baron Potapenko gave to the collector is authentic. I didn't even try it on the spot.

But the keeper thinks.

There is no guarantee that the collector will come to Baron Potapenko with a good one, either.

There's nothing wrong with giving tramora grass for free. There is no bitterness in sampling.

The collector and Baron Potapenko, they made an unsecured promise to each other.

Baron Potapenko gave the keeper the autonomous magic of a family heirloom that seemed unnecessary to him for the eating pleasure of risking his life and gained tramora grass. I didn't lose it as autonomous magic.

The collector was able to hand over the bready tramora grass from all over the city, available at any time, to obtain the magical formula of the original (Origin) autonomous magic, which is not a magic fixture with an expiration date. Worst of all, it could be a fake.

Apart from basic theories, nobility still secretly does not publish them, so the original (origins) are rare, and there are rare opportunities for ordinary people to have them. It was worth the bet.

Baron Potapenko has no idea why he gave such a blank note to his collector, a hunter he didn't even know about.

Maybe he's just a foodie lunatic, or maybe he's the kind of guy whose magic ceremony is fake and he's laughing in the shadows.

Though it did not look like the latter to the treasurer.

But I can't turn my head enough to have a stomach show.

Then you can be fooled the worst, make as many deals as you want.

If I felt bad and thought about getting the association to buy away Tramora grass, I would have felt better doing business with Baron Potapenko.

"So, in the end, what are we going to do with the protective equipment?

Elida talks.

Whether the magic formula obtained by the collector is authentic or not, that is not something to be involved in.

Whatever it is, it's all for the collectors to enjoy.

Oh, yeah, the possessor fished his stuff out.