Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"The higher the rank, the more hunting you do at temporary or joint parties.

To not disturb the party even in an unfamiliar group of impromptu people, and then to exert their full power. That, in addition to his basic ability as a hunter, is what a median hunter requires.

For a race inferior to physical abilities, collaboration and spiritual magic can be called lifelines, think and act. "

The middle-aged examiner of the raw Marnova, who is in charge of the collectors, apparently was a former hunter himself, letting the words sow the experience and say it away.

The Eurifranz have a strong urban colour in each city, and there is something in each city that can also be called a citizen's characteristic. Malnova women are arrogant and patient, but Malnova men are female-friendly but look good and call themselves assholes.

This examiner had that kind of temperament, and in addition to that, the Northerners' pride in their race (Hitoshi) was tabulated as a sign of attitude

The examiner nominated the leader as a magician with a wand about his height, wearing leather armor.

The wand only slightly improved its ability to transmit to the Spirit and served to assist in the exercise of Spirit magic. It's a matter of people's preference not to have it, but a hunter with a cane means a magician hunting around magic.

But many of the hunter's magician's wands not only served as wands, but many were reinforced, and this magician's wand was also ready to be used by one end as a blunt instrument and one as a spike device.

The other members were scoundrel-like women carrying bows and large men such as the avant-garde with shields and one-handed axes to the extent that a quarter of their bodies were hidden, all three of them white.

There was a collector there.

The three non-collectors seemed to be to the extent of local facial acquaintance, almost introducing themselves as if they had met for the first time, and after the examiner pulled in, the leader began to talk about the team's policies.

"- I think I know, but I will assemble the hunt around Thunder Elite magic"

I make a face for that one that two people other than the keeper are natural.

The collector, huh? and leaning his neck, the leader explained cordially.

The other two are slightly overwhelmed.

The most useful spiritual magic for hunters, he said, is thunder elf magic.

Especially near Marnova, where there are sometimes Fei Long, and effective lightning elf magic on Fei Long seems to treasure.

There is the fastest of spiritual magic, and if magic is applied, it has the power of a special, if weakened, it can also be used for capture, and if even better, less damage to prey. The shortcoming is the low number of spirits, but there is no such thing as being absent at all, and there was no problem with the Warcraft to the extent that the Seven Stars (Rubinitia) hunted.

I could also think of a friendly fire due to electric shock, but all I had to do was distance it or be careful and offset it with lightning elite magic.

Unless affinity is desperate, he says you should use lightning elite magic for attacks.

Of course it's case-by-case, the leader said, and he trains about two other attributes of the sub besides the spirits he uses in the main for that.

The leader is dominated by thunder, water and soil on the subs.

The scourge woman is predominantly windy, with sub thunder and dirt.

The avant-garde man is dominated by dirt, thunder on the sub.

The avant-garde man doesn't seem to be good at spiritual magic.

It is also common sense, he said, to take either soil and ice, or in some cases water, which excels in defense.

And most of the scouts can be wind, affinity or soil, depending on the environment. Light exploration capability is also very high, not so much higher than wind, but less light affinity, and affinity is mostly concomitant, then it seems more magical efficient to use wind for exploration. The exception is with brave men and special minority degrees.

That's why I'm going to run my troops around Thunder Elf Magic, the leader magician said.

If they told me that the prey was in better condition, I couldn't complain.

But the Zodiac had a snow-white traumatic relationship to lightning strikes, and when Elida taught him to be a leader, even though he was told that mass hunting of races often used lightning elf magic, he had rarely used lightning strikes before.

Specializing in the affinity of darkness, ice and soil in the first place, where water and wind are the juxtapositions, but light, fire and thunder are extremely low, among which thunder sperm is not even proficient because, unlike fire sperm and light sperm, they are not used on a daily basis. At best, it was enough to thunder the river and take fish indiscriminately.

Even weak thunderstorms caught fish because it was not a big river, but fish not that big ate less snow and white because their little bones were depressing.

A possessor of unusual biased affinity in such a race pushed with more magic than his ordinary man, rather than choosing and using an effective Spirit for the Warcraft, whose physical weapons, praisers, and snow and white compensated for the amount of offensive power he lacked.

Though the collector thought he might not have anything to do. However, he was relaxed to think that the trauma of snow and white might be eliminated and then an electrical massage.

For hunters of the race, it is a basic form of hunting to tailor warcraft from a distance by ambush.

The leader also basically said he would go in that form.

A bowman woman scouts, and when she senses her prey, she attacks with lightning sperm from a distance.

The next time you can't stop it, an avant-garde man with a medium-sized shield stops the prey and stops it in between.

So when it came to the collectors, the role was to play and inhibit.

It was a distraction to the prey by compensating for the gaps between prey stoppages and attacks, because lightning sperm was useless.

But we had too many actors, and we had nothing to do unless we went too far behind the woods.

In the first place, the magic grass, which was the venom of the Feilong poison, was searched for with the knowledge of the leader and the ability of the scout woman to probe because the place was known to some extent, and the crusade of the Great Mountain Waste (Grapole), which carried a sharp needle mountain with a body as large as a pig, and flew its needle, ended dangerously.

The leader, the magician, was familiar with this forest and had never gone too far back because he was well on his way with safety measures, nor had he ever laid a hand on a warcraft beyond his control.

Unless he did something nagging and stupid, the nearby Warcraft also detected that the scouts would be able to either stop him with magic from a distance, or the blow from the avant-garde had taken him was enough. Selling Prey High = Higher Rating, and for that reason, I couldn't have caused wasted scratches with piles of soil and ice columns (rough) of the collector.

He was a keeper with nothing to do, but he still does what he can.

Hidden in the shadow of a tree, he overcame the sensation of a scoundrel woman, and trampled a rocky bee (Los Roas) simulated on a fist-large rock that tried to stab him in the leg, sensing its shadow with dark elf magic, and stomping him gritty with fortified legs.

Soil magic reinforces the dirt wall created just before by a man from the avant-garde who was about to be broken through by a big flying needle in the Great Mountain Waste (Grapole), while finally locking the short leg of the Stopped Great Mountain Waste (Grapole) with soil magic, and at about the same time sprinkling water on the Great Mountain Waste (Grapole) with water sperm magic to contribute to the amplification of the power of the thunderbolt that struck shortly afterwards.

He also took the haul of stripped material, and made wild food there delicious, and did things like a squad coordinator (balancer) to undertake more than half of the night watch.

It couldn't have been possible to coordinate relationships, but they also had a good ability to communicate, and even though they were related to each other to the degree of local facial familiarity, there was nothing like being aware of the examiner's eyes and anxious to do their job properly.

That's them.

It was at first that I had my suspicious eye on the abilities of the collector.

Don't make a big deal out of him. He's parasitic. That was the common consciousness.

Over time, however, they became aware of the actions and abilities of the collectors.

As far as safety measures are concerned, with these three people, they would be large and small and have injuries, but the challenges can be accomplished.

But the little action of the collector made the hunt go smoothly without that injury.

If you get hurt, you need magic and time to recover. By mistake, it can also interfere with your activities as a hunter after this and plague your mind with the cost of living in the meantime.

If the hunt goes smoothly, that reduces the danger as well.

Even if it is good for food, it will relieve that much stress, and the next day's behavior will be easier if the burden of watching at night is reduced.

On their second day of field testing in fairly good condition, they use weakened lightning elite magic to lightly finish capturing forest wolves.

By then, however, the party members who at first insulted the collectors had also reassessed the collectors as having at least the same strength as themselves.

"Oh, thank God."

and the avant-garde man slapped the back of the treasurer often,

"You're so fine with the guy... but you've helped me a lot. When the camp preparation is always appropriate and gutsy, with the men at all..."

and whilst the scoundrel woman mixed poison, she thanked me and even said bump and stupidity,

"It helped me a lot to take on a lot of things. Thank you. So here's what I think happened earlier, but in this case..."

and the leader magician foolishly and politely thanked him, also asking for his opinion on the spiritual magic.

If that's how you say it with the collector, I'm glad.

It wasn't the only way to change your expression to extreme, as usual, but I felt good enough to finish the field exam.

In the evening he returned to the city, each returning to his inn and his house.

Compensation is to be transferred from the association to the respective account for the examination assignment request.

Ninety-eighth day of the Zhu Moon.

There will be a written exam in the morning and the results will be announced in the evening.

Written exams were not that difficult for the collectors.

In addition to the round bat test, where what was taught in the course is taught, there was a simple addition, deduction, but it's a level that ordinary elementary school students can do, so there's no way the collector could go wrong.

After completing the written examination, the rest is dissolved.

The announcement of the results would have been obvious if each person had submitted the tag at the reception after this evening.

The collector finished his exam, when he thought he'd go back to the inn and take a nap as well.

A female staff member who also served as a lecturer for the course spoke to the collector who tried to leave the exam room.

"Mr. Klund, the Branch Manager is here, please come to the Branch Manager's office"

As prompted, the collector went to the branch manager's office about the female staff.

A pledge was placed on the branch manager's large desk.

Beyond the desk were Branch Chief and Joseph, as well as Agatha, the female chief.

"Is this good for the text?

The branch manager asks the collector.

The text is simple.

[I. It shall be at the discretion of the KLAND with regard to the life and death of KLAND if KNDRAP NOKUL RWAN FANF and its associates commit harm, including dueling, and Joseph BUSTER, Agatha Izette, the Hunter Association, or its affiliated institutions and associates, directly or indirectly, swear not to intervene or interfere in any way.

II. Both Joseph and Agatha swear to make sure that Fanf does no harm to Klund in the future.

If the pledge referred to in paragraph (1) is broken, the Hunter Association shall require the Breacher and the Fanf to die as a sanction and, if the Breacher and the Fanf flee, to seek the original and public sin of consultation with Klund.

In the event of Klund's death, he shall actively seek guilt while making everything public and imposing sanctions.

If the pledge set forth in paragraph (2) is broken, the Breacher shall pay to the Depositor a million ruts]

The pledge that the fan will not harm the collector is impossible because the fan will never sign.

Even if the position of the fans is somewhat unfavourable because it is the rebellion of the fans in the first place and it is therefore a pledge that overshadowed the life and death of the duel, the collectors will not put it up where the fans said about it.

Then this was the drop point.

And as far as the literature goes, I can see that the Hunter Association made a pledge with quite a bit of its back.

"I guess this is it. And then you can put in the first sentence, or in this space, the last sentence, of how this pledge came to be made."

The collector does not have the technology to produce the pledge without gaps, nor does he have the knowledge to do so.

I said, therefore, write why this pledge had to be written. I don't know if that's normal, but the collector wanted to keep it that way.

And just in case, I wanted to fill in the margins. I don't know how much of a precaution that would be.

The branch manager smiled bitterly, but manipulated the pen at a terrible rate that even used enhancement, and wrote up the latter sentence in three pledges in beautiful letters that did not suit his appearance.

The collector also ascertained its contents, but there was no mistake in the course of the matter.

"This will do."

When the collector said so, the branch manager signed first.

Then Joseph, who later confirmed the sentence, and Agatha also signed.

And the collector signed, and on the other hand, cut his finger with a knife and bleed, he put blood on the thumb of the uncut one, and thumbprinted on the three pieces.

Branch chiefs, Joseph and Agatha look surprised and look at the collector with the same eyes as they saw an unknown creature or something.

For the Northerners, they knew the blood sentence, but they were not in the habit of doing so.

"... fingerprints will help you prove yourself, and blood can't replicate as much magic as you want. This will also prevent rewriting. I have an autograph, but I'd like to keep it in mind."

It was a rather disrespectful statement, but the branch manager likewise thumbprinted next to his name, thinking of the position of the depositor.

And Joseph, Agatha did the same.

"One for the association, one for Lord Joseph, and one for you."

The collector nodded and took his share of the pledge, instead removing the dark green ring from the sachet of his hips and placing it at the desk of the branch manager.

"I did return it"

I didn't even see Agatha, and I left the branch manager's office without saying anything more.

I had nothing more to say.

The collector went back to the inn to take a nap and visited the association around evening.

"Tell me the results of the promotion exam"

The collector handed the tag to the receptionist.

If you look around, some of the guys who are happy along with the party members are more and more comforted by the depressed, leader-like old man. The young man who had eaten by the examiner during the course also fell, and although he was shaking his energy, he wasn't hidden from regretting it.

"- Mr. Klund."

to the voice of the female staff at the reception. The collector turned to the counter.

And wait for the next word of a female employee.

"... unfortunately"

He doesn't seem to pass.

When I asked him, he said seven out of twelve had passed.

The collector received the tag without changing his expression either, as usual, but left the association in a somewhat heavy foothold.

By the time the collectors had finished their field exams and returned to the inn, the examiners who had received the collectors had evaluated the field exams.

As per my previous reputation, the three excellent materials were marked with an early pass, and I looked through the last one's materials.

To be honest, it was also a good place to clap.

Receive hunted prey material, get ready for camp, and take extra watch.

It was worth the assessment if you consider it to be a contribution to the party you made after taking into account your powers.

But that's all.

If that's all you need, you can hire a good haulier (porter). It's obvious that it can be camped and so on, and it's not something I would appreciate. The hunting mesh is as long as it is edible. Delicious food is what you earn from hunting and eat in the city.

And these actions were not contributions, but intakes to mislead the lack of capacity, which could also be considered. He doesn't seem disturbed, but he should have been careful, also known as a displaced person.

More than anything.

Hunters work with hunting arms and parties.

In that sense, his hunting arm itself isn't so bad without having to do something to get in.

But a lot of extra action.

I don't need to wander around the scouts. Either you don't trust me, or you were going to dictate it out of place, which is not a decent course of action either way.

I felt many signs of weak spiritual magic activation, but why did I do something useless that wasn't even shaped as such magic? It was a waste of effort and also a danger perceived by the Warcraft.

And the problem is that you can't use lightning magic.

As a common sense of race hunters, there are affinity issues, but they are still somewhat usable and natural, something you should work out if you have a low affinity. I can't possibly be avant-garde, so I have to.

Despite the fact that he had such a lot of flaws, the sum within the team was the only thing that didn't disturb him, but it just acted like he would get into the surroundings, and on top of that the surroundings were excellent.

The examiner was wrinkling between nature and his eyebrows.

I can't even reach the point where I can add my hand and heart.

The written exam seemed to pass, but the field exam could not pass as it seemed.

Only for what I expected, I was disappointed.

The examiner did not hesitate to mark the collector's materials as unsuccessful

The treasurer said it was a bad time.

First, it was more or less compared to those who were said to be promising in the future, and the hurdle of evaluation itself went up. There are roughly lines of reference for the exam, but it is people who judge, and the examiner unconsciously evaluates them, albeit slightly.

Focusing on thunder elf magic improved the condition of the prey, but also diminished the role of the collector, which was inconspicuous.

The fatal thing is that the examiner had not been able to sense all of the spiritual magic exercised by the collector.

At the same time, the examiner was unable to detect that the collector had locked the legs of the Great Mountain Waste (Grapole) together and scattered the water with water sperm magic while strengthening the dirt wall that was collapsing in the avant-garde man.

The examiner only seemed to see the collector wield the water, and it was decided that such a thing was not to be specially evaluated as a normal act that anyone could do because they could not use lightning elf magic.

There was a general preconception as a race that there was no way that hunters who were not even elves could exercise six spiritual magics at the same time.

Sometimes the magician's fine spiritual magic could not be perceived by the examiner due to the magnificent activated signs and visually flashy lightning elf magic that was exercising spiritual magic with an emphasis on power.

In the first place, the dark and earth sperms commonly used by the collectors show less signs compared to the fire and thunder sperms, which is also an advantage, but this time it appeared on the back.

If this wasn't the "Seven Stars (Rubinitia)" exam, but a higher promotion exam, there would have been a level of examiner who could sense what the collector was doing, but "Seven Stars (Rubinitia)" is the entrance to the middle hunter and also a raw swing to exploit the preferences offered by the hunter rank.

The examiner needed the ability to judge his power as a hunter and, more than that, to see the hunter's character, thinking, non-hunting behavior, etc.

Now this examiner was also a "Six Stars (Bertigaba)" in his active life, and his second year as an examiner remained a hunter's sensation over thirty years ago, and he underwent the evaluation.

But he had more than twenty years of staff history and had been bought an experience that had seen many hunters.

Being unconsciously appreciative of the old senses can be described by many other officials, and even if this examiner's head was somewhat stiff, it was even cruel to blame him for it.

On top of that, there was also the problem that the collectors were also less self-appealing in hunting and that their style as hunters was not party oriented.

You should have appealed to sensibility to the extent that it did not disturb the harmony when you trampled the Rock Bee (Los Angeles), so that everyone could see the simultaneous multiple exercises of Spirit Magic.

Though there was no choice but to consider Hunter Rank to the extent that it would not be disadvantaged by his activities in the city, so there was little self-appeal.

And the biggest cause was the lack of common sense and information as a hunter.

If I had known that, I would have been able to handle the exam.

When the collector leaves the association with a slight but dropped shoulder, a stranger approaches.

He is a lean man with a somewhat frigid atmosphere.

Chimps, easy to understand when it comes to.

"Well, it looks like you couldn't get a promotion."

It has a surprisingly mild tone.

The collector sees the chimp with vigilance and discomfort.

"Whoa, don't be mad at me. The promotion exam is approximately thirty days apart, so next time, next time."

He is a strangely unhateable man.

But the zodiac kept him out of it since he was in Japan with something called chimps. Simply, I had the feeling I was scared.

The collector tries to get past the side of the chimp.

The chimp walked and talked beside the keeper without passing through.

"But even if there was a next time, how depressing would it be now? So, huh?

The collector doesn't know what the chimps are suggesting.

When he tries to ignore it and move on, the chimp looks like a jerk.

"... I see you've never been there. Quick story, Onna."

The collector reacts with Pickle.

It is enough to paint a woman. The collector doesn't hate women.

But I never bought a woman in Japan.

Mainly for financial reasons.

Did you find it handy with the reaction of the collector, the chimps fold.

"You seem wary enough, but there's no idiot to fit the hunter in. Well, unless you owe something or something, but if you want to set it up at the Beauty Bureau, you don't know what will happen later. Besides, hunters can pay, so they're good customers."

I also went to Yobi when it was, but the collector couldn't resist buying a woman.

However, there was resistance to something called the back society.

"Just for the record, the discounts we make in this place are also really illegal. I can't get new customers unless I just speak up, so I'm being hired by a whore who belongs to a union to sneak up on me. So I'd appreciate it if you weren't too vigilant. If you need anything, you can just do me."

The chimp said so with a serious face for it.

But I can't wipe away the frigid atmosphere. Is it a loss or gain?

"... ok. It can be expensive, so introduce me to a certain woman who doesn't have to worry about being sick."

The collector thought about it for a while before saying so.

It was out of the question such as getting sick, and I'm sorry to have extra hippos on it.

I don't know if I'd be honest with you, but if I was going to do something that wasn't busy, that's what I was willing to do.

On second thought, I can do it now to the extent of self-defense, and the law is not as clean on violence as Japan.

In that sense, I felt that psychological hurdles were dropping a lot less than when I was in Japan.

Besides, if you're camping, you don't have to worry about rent or food costs, there's nothing you can call entertainment, and so far, there's not much gold to spend.

In many ways, it was a good opportunity.

The chimp looked a little contemplative.

"... there are two thousand rutz whores for rent overnight. It belongs to the union and has also undergone a medical examination. Pretty clever, too. If you divide it by the amount of time, it's about half the price."

"Private is fine. Show me."

"I'll ask you this, but you're not sick, are you?

No, I'd like to think so.

"I never bought a woman. Probably not."

"Then I'll be fine. Well, I'll check with the whore, too. And I don't care about the race..."

"No. I've never been more beautiful than being a woman in her basic form."

If the basic form were a person, there would be a tail, there would be a beast ear, but there would be no problem, and as a keeper who knew the beauty of Diantia, there would have been no problem in the local race if that were possible.

At last, it is unrestrained.

But as a collector drawing women, I could finally say that it was a matter of habit and preference.

If you get used to it, and that's the face you prefer.

A chimp who sees a keeper with his eyes like he sees a real brave man somewhere.

"... Oh, and do you have a hobby that hurts women? Then I'll introduce you."

"No, I think. At least I don't want to scratch a woman.... That's tough."

"For once, you're a fancy whore. Pick someone. Money, by the way."

A collector pulls gold from a magic book in a food backpack and shows it to you.

The chimps said nothing more and began to guide the collectors.

Guided by a chimp, the sailor boarded a boat.

And shortly after drunkenness, the canoe stopped, and as he was guided, the collector followed the chimp, his vision inadvertently opened, and he brightened.

A pale orange light lit a number on either side of the trail sandwiched by a stone building.

There was a large window on the front of each of the first and second floor sections of the building beside each other, which was several in a row. From there, the women dressed in inflammatory attire spoke to the men walking down the aisle with a fragrant voice, and the men passing in front of the window also seemed to be stopping at the voice and talking to the women, barking at the conditions and appearance.

The brothel was there, the filth of men and women.

The zodiac had an intriguing view of the first sex district.

In front of a certain large window, the chimp stopped his leg.

And when he spoke to the woman in the window, he pointed to the possessor and left lightly.

As the collector approached the window, he saw a skinny woman.

"Hunters. The Marnovans?"

It is a carefree voice that will remain in your ear forever.

The face seen through the window was a woman with white skin with deep carved, thick lips and honey-colored hair.

It seemed to be tidy, but I had the impression that it had rubbed somewhere.

"It's a flow hunter. Formerly a displaced person, I don't know what race it is"

"... yes. Two thousand ruts for a night's rent, that's all right?

When the collector said he didn't mind, he was given the room number and two keys, and was given the entrance to the trail beside the building.

When he entered the building with the first key, the boy who was beside the entrance closed the entrance key, asked the collector for the room number and began to guide him.

When he leans in front of the room, the boy looks up at the collector.

Giving him ten ruts for now because he doesn't know his general forehead, the boy received it and left with a nipple of laughter.

When I opened the door, the collector, for a moment, had the illusion that he was in Japan.

A fire elf in Cantera swayed loosely, as did the shadow of a woman whose pale orange lights had created.

The black dress with the large open thin silhouette on the chest had a deep slit.

There he could see black stockings, garter belts and slightly white skin on his thighs.

The collector opened his eyes.

I had never come to this world to see stockings or anything like that.

Of course, stockings are not as thin as they were in Japan, but they were still smooth and nostalgic in the clear black stockings of the skin.

Probably put into circulation by brave men who devised bras and other underwear, but all this time the collectors didn't feel like braving either.

Sometimes I feel sad about the black stockings, but it seems to be true, so I can't help it.

"What's going on?

In a woman's voice, the keeper is drawn back to reality.

"Oh, oh, nothing. No, I tipped the boy I showed you, but I don't know the market. I went somewhere with the right amount of money to ask."

"Can't that kid be born to talk? If there was any disrespect, I apologize, so give him a break. Chips can be a lutz, or as many as ten lutz.

And my name is Estia. Just for one night. Nice to meet you. "

"Right. I'm a treasurer. I've never seen anything like it before, thank you."

The collector looked over at the room with interest.

There was one large bed in a stone room about six tatami and a curtain hung on the window, which swayed loosely in the night breeze.

There seemed to be another room on the edge of the room and there was a door. I just shifted my gaze to that, and it weighs definitely on the body of the collector.

I can't smell it, it smelled sweet like vanilla. The collector finally realized that the faint scent in the room was Estia's perfume.

"That's a water field. Bed right away? Or sweat first?

The collector washes his body every day he can on days when he can't take a bath.

That said, it's magic.

Build a large water polo, warm it up with fire sperm, wrap it around your body when the temperature is right, and spin it around like a washing machine. If you have soap, put it in, and if you're almost done washing it, throw it outside and dry your whole body in a warm breeze.

But I can't normally do that.

Around here, he doesn't seem to be in the habit of taking a bath, and he often flushes his body with water, or to the extent that he wipes it with a cloth wet in water, he doesn't have a bath, so he can't help it.

"I wash my body all the time. In bed, okay."

Alas, whispering small that it was rare, Estea took off her keeper's clothes with a caressing gesture.

He's pretty much the same height and Estea is higher just for his high heels. It was the weapons that the collectors put by the side of the room, but they were left to do otherwise.

When Estia finishes removing her keeper, she undresses herself.

Shiruru's dress fell to her feet.

Shorts were not worn, only black half-cup bras, garter belts and black stockings and high heels were left on white nakedness.

The black underwear, left on the body of a white and soft line with no edge in the battle, highlighted the impression of some rubbing of Estia's offal and made it how lewd it was.

Does that mean professional whores?

He was dressed in modern underwear, which was supposed to be a cross-cultural design, inviting a man's inferiority.

While the collector was putting various thoughts through Estia's nakedness, the collector was wrapped in Estia's soft limbs and forced into bed.

The soft woman's body healed all sorts of things that had accumulated in the treasurer.

The frustration with incomprehension, the depression, the helplessness, the right emotions, the threadbent emotions, were only temporarily freed from the collector.

The whore's skill was horrible, and the possessor countered Estea with only his health before, but he was reluctant and defeated.

When it was still bleak before dawn, the collector woke up.

I felt comfortable and tired.

It had disappeared, such as a slight lump of mind.

What a look, there are weapons and clothes.

On the side Estea was asleep, too, but her eyes opened with the treasurer waking himself up.

"... you're bottomless"

"I don't have that much experience. You're so lame."

"That's unusual for a hunter."

With the money I earn, I buy booze and women. It is an action common to the three former adventurers.

"Well, there's a lot going on."

There is no money in Japan, and without gold, sex is not originally economical to raise even if a child is made, so there is no woman to date such a man.

I couldn't even afford that since I was summoned.

Really, a keeper who turns his back on Estea like that and takes the money from the food backpack and gives it to Estea.

"... one thing, I need a favor"

Estea woke herself up as she received two thousand ruts from the collector.

The morning sun finally lit up the trail, and the whorehouse was quiet with Sin.

The men must be held by whores and asleep.

The collector left Estea's room and walked the trail feeling refreshed, forgetting that he had fallen into the exam and so on, feeling good and in the canoe.

While I put my wish from Estea in the corner of my head, I was wondering if I could buy a souvenir today and go back to Dragon Mountain, when I was rocked by a boat.

"Aren't you Mr. Branch?

To that voice, the lucidity blew away.