Gang of Yuusha

A healing magician is produced in a church that worships the creator.

It is originally the custom in the church to make the field go on a training journey as an 'unnamed healer', but the public treats it like a convenience store has come.

At the moment of thanking the church gate on the due date, stretching out his spine and walking away, he may even be half-compulsively captured by multiple solicitors who were ambushing him.

The people who mow Aotearoa travel extensively from the military, hospital officials, and city doctors to adventurer parties, so they don't have trouble working after they leave the church.

The brilliant educated boys and girls were top notch as talent because they could withstand even some harsh environments because they did not forget their innocence and lived under strict commandments.

The church in Error Knife Town was also involved in this year's talent acquisition match without exception.

The room in the back right of the chapel - in the executive room - was open to a bunch of solicitations sent by the Royal Priest that crowned the highest position.

Rosaliel her name.

He is a young man of thirty-five years of age who was able to put together an over-decorated cleric coat based on a light peach color.

I fixed my hair on a mushroom cut, I haven't bounced a single hair, I'm not decorative but I don't moisturize my skin.

The orbits were indented, and they were like dead people.

That should be it too, she was tired of deciding where to use her good offices.

The total attack on entertainment and donations was full, but not enough key talent.

"Uh, why are there so many inviting letters? There are only three students this semester."

"Dear Rosaliel, Please calm down. The foundation collapsed, the wrinkles."

Aramiel, who had refrained at the wall, rushed in and filled the foundations to hide the wrinkles in Rosary's eyes.

White powder splashes, wrinkles become the same color as skin and hides.

Alamiel, who draws the blood of a green-haired elf tribe, is also a twenty-five-year-old hyperist, but chose the path to live as an instructor in the church without going out into the field.

I simply liked a boy under the age of twelve, but that fact is unknown to anyone but the victim.

"Huh... I'm not moisturized enough"

Even with healing magic, but also with the sacred magic of healing hands, aging cannot be prevented.

Rosaliel's problem was not being able to finish handing out personnel to solicitors who were receiving significant donations.

The church is made up of donations, ostensibly a blessing to God - naturally, destinations are used for operating and living expenses.

"Whatever, Alamy. Guys, I'm undertrained, I don't have enough love for me, and I want to buy it because Gannell recently announced a new back."

Rosaliel was foolish when she put her face on the desk.

She is the highest priest among healers, the Royal Priest, but there is no majesty.

"Please calm down. Dear Rosaliel, take the gifted child from the orphanage again."

"It takes ten years to make it one person. And because of that, even if you grew up handsome with your hand salt, they'd say, 'You can only see Master Rosaliel as your mother' or something like garbage, or at least your sister, right? I almost got sued for cleaning and reverse rape, and the boy's gonna graduate with me, or is that the first time you've done that, okay?

"It's not good. Besides, every boy in the church likes me better with an elf of eternal beauty."

"Ah?"

"What?"

The two cut the mench with a chilling look of century-old love as well.

Each other's prey is subtly worn.

However, staring at each other did not solve the problem, and he turned away and coughed up Gohon.

Restart your mind and continue the consultation.

"Let Aristia go to Ghost Road."

"Is that the girl? Isn't that a little of a problem?

Aristia was quite good in "Healing Hands," but she has personality difficulties - no, there are quite a few funny things about her, and she's the daughter she couldn't get out in church.

Alamiel also thought he should if he could make trouble, but he still sees a shortage to get him tested.

"You can come knock down about thirty Reis. When you come back from sourcing a psychic medium, it means you graduate."

"Are you alone? They'll be around in no time."

Usually it's harsh talking to one person about letting them go to a five-person party.

It is an important test for my ability as a Priest to be tested and considered as a single person, but I have never heard of it alone.

"Then that would mean working hard for us, the faithful, right? I tried to make a serving."

"Yeah, oh, yes. So..."

Priest apprenticeships are rarely killed by the cause Baba in front of them, but Aramiel organizes in his heart that it is also a divine summons.

I have no strength or support enough to defy the top.

Because the poorer the child, the more God wants to put it on his own lap.

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The Adventurer Guild is expected to serve as a job mediator.

The exorcism of the Warcraft is a major measure, but if asked to do so, it can be confusing, or it can serve as a replacement for guards such as transport vehicles.

A party that breaks into a treasure hunt that mainly explores ancient monuments is secrecy, and doesn't say much about it.

In what is common to earn a living as a professional, you make money by stripping fur, hard scales, meat suitable for consumption, oil, blood, guts, etc. and distributing them to the market.

Some materials can be sold at high prices, and there are few parties to accompany artisans without discarding because of the need for fresh stripping techniques.

When Shoji first visited the Adventurers Guild in a long time, the indoor air was cloudy with the smell of those who had been drinking since daylight and the smoke of cigarettes dancing on the ceiling.

A long table is lined up and thoughtfully chatting with my buddies. The outfit has some leather, some metal, and some scales. There is no uniformity at all, and I get the impression of a group of gathered mercenaries.

Some old strong men are wearing armor with a season in it, while others are fools hanging around the treasure swords of koji that will never be used.

Lilil, the old-fashioned child-faced receptionist, saw Shoji's face and understood him as an uninvited guest, sneaking an emergency call.

"Morning. Nice morning."

"Mr. Firemason (Jumping Fire). You are off-limits. Aren't you mistaken for an underground guild?

"I thought it was about time most of them cooled down."

The cancellation of the registration was also due to poor bare hands, but it stuck like a stain where the great sin of nobility killing would not disappear.

Two years after I got out. I thought somewhere that many people had already forgotten, but it's something that doesn't work that well.

"No, don't worry. It's banned forever. Troublemaker. We can't accept it."

Shoji ate down to the receptionist who would pay his hand to kick out the wild dog snugly.

"Things are different today. Let me explain something to you."

"Ah, Mr. Security, over here."

The receptionist summoned about two guild nights wearing armor.

He appeared in the back holding room at the call bell.

The expressionless knights with their heads swept away in the silver armor of the Magic Guide.

I make noisy noises from my crocodiles and my eyes and approach them.

Shoji shrugged his shoulders and welcomed them both.

"Yo. Soldier of toys. Are you kicking me out for being polite?

"Pick it up"

"Don't let them imitate you."

Clerical words are pitiful and unspeakable.

The right way to handle the adventurers of Haiqian Mountain Thousand.

"Well, you're in trouble. Hey, pay attention to my chest. I wonder if any of you unschooled, uneducated people know anything about this?

As the crowd gathered, Shoji showed a silver medal in his sight.

A guild night in silver armor seemed to have searched for the right answer in his knowledge, and he shuddered as if to show upset.

The receptionist has a fitting face, and the adventurers who are deciding on the spectators just keep an eye on the far wind.

Shoji strokes his jaw as he stomps his eyes in the motion of the arrogant official as he is.

"It means working disrespectfully on His Majesty's servants. -... It's totally treason. Looks like I'm gonna have to report to the ministry."

"Excuse me"

"I'll come up and talk to you."

"We need rum to heal this broken heart. Oh, you're not walking. Run."

Slowly walking, Guild Knight disappeared into the back with its boneless appearance running off like a lie.

Receptionist Lilil was turning it into a guild gold sign and staring pompously at the enforcer of terror disappearing.

"Melancholy. I'm a great official. Look at this batch."

"Ugh, it's a lie! I can't believe the worst street corner brave (Braver) has been appointed again!

"But you're not lying. Don't worry, I'll give you back plenty of thanks for torturing me. I can do enough to make you dance naked, huh?

"Ugh, well, as long as I do that... no, I'm quitting"

"Are you sure? Are you sure that's all right? You know the unemployment rate on the error knife?

"Shit! What a garbage guy!

"Don't even think about turning you guys around against me. If you're in the mood, you can cancel your registration as inappropriate."

Against the plight of the weak maiden, the men who tried to stand up in the hearts of the righteous turned their faces in unison.

Nobody wants to spook the peaceful life they have right now with crap. You can't possibly want to get involved in unwanted trouble at work.

Shoji nodded contentedly at the attitude of the lambs.

The truth is only Holly's consignor, the terminal official, but the title of official worked more than I thought.

When it comes to actual things.

Feasible for the "Assistant Archaeologist" show is enough to make it difficult to protect cultural property and make a part of the dungeon off-limits, but you're free to spray it side by side with nothing.

The guild's position is that in the unlikely event of actual harm, it will account for a lot of damage.

Only the dungeons and ruins explored by adventurers are the property of the state and are so weak to public power because of their intermediate exploitative position that they are granted permission to explore.

"It's rum."

One guild night, who brought a tray, bent his hips and offered him a glass cup.

Shoji received an amber glass and sipped it down in a snooze.

"It tastes pretty good... I'd be glad to serve drinks every day when I get here"

"Yes."

"I feel great. Until now, I want to come every day for what I've been treated like a leaf. I don't know. I might preach, but don't bother."

"Yes."

"What happened to your contents? Aren't you ashamed of the white armor like scallops? I'd kill myself with shame."

"Yes."

"From today on I'll call you cream stewnights. Are you happy? Say you're happy."

"Glad to hear it."

He pounded Guild Knight's shoulder to do his duty inorganically, looked around in a good mood, and blamed the receptionist for his critical toothpick as he sat down.

"Dude, our guild receptionist Lilil Chan isn't smiling at all. You're not professionally conscious, are you? You're not educated at all. Hey, just laugh."

"Ha-ha-ha... hi-ha"

Furious but making and smiling and distorting her face, she gave a spectacular look.

My facial expressions are moving so diverse that I suspect that even potato worms are stretched under my skin.

I worshipped that ugly face whose beauty was shattering, and I regretted putting the glass on the tray wondering if I'd done just about too much shoji.

"Okay, I'm gonna stop teasing you, so give me the registration deed"

An Adventurer Guild Registration Deed is also a permit that can be requested.

It is also able to pass official distribution routes when buying and selling goods on the market, and also plays a role in the head count management of warcraft and rare beasts.

I can also have rights to step into the premises of others in addition to these, as well as guild-designated non-life insurance.

Healthcare insurance is large where it is famous.

Normally, I would start paying a small amount for insurance adaptation where I would pay the 'healer' for silly expensive money to repair my body.

Even if I tried to make it a show, I was delighted because I had the privilege of being able to buy potions distributed on the regular market at discounted prices.

The rank usually starts with the lowest E rank, but I was forced to rank the highest S rank.

Shoji, who didn't do any credit and did nothing at all but became a fingerfolding figure in the Adventurer's Guild, was gracefully eating a special lunch - free rice - paid only to the top rankers.

"Really... nice, this"

I did a silver medal on my left chest to thank Holly for her strength of power.

She would hate it if she took such a form of gratitude, but she was grateful.

I never thought I could reverse my position so far.

The power of aristocratic connections is great.

Shoji felt perfectly better as he was eating dinner with a frivolous look on his cheeky face, forgetting what he had come to do.

Stick the meat dough with a fork while blurring and see the people around you.

Vibrant and basement guild faces are the same, but there is no dark shadow characteristic of the rogue.

I drink at heart and pleasure.

It's easier, but it leaves you nervous, and you don't have to be afraid of being accidentally captured by a regiment of guards.

I opened the leather adventure notebook I was given.

The capital letter and affiliation and name of the s are noted and can also replace the ID card.

"You used to go as far as b and make me quit..."

I was in the Adventurers Guild for a short period of only about two or three months after I left.

It was also an activity of concealing identity, but in the end it ended under pressure.

I didn't crave my position as an adventurer as much as I crave, but I applaud my light return to my hands. I am pregnant with the possibility of being ostracized again, but this time it is a strange ink.

Maybe we can do it well if we don't do it too flashy.

That being said, we no longer want the routine of walking down the blood-scented path and slapping the monsters behind the cave as they scratch and kill them.

I like to fight, but no matter how great a hero is, he can step off the stairs and hit me in the head and die.

It is easier to judge and eat expensive potions.

It's not a bad idea to rely on the old Tsute to find out what's going on with an organization called Adventurer Guild.

When she walks over to Lilil and asks for permission to view the roster, she sets up a huge amount of books and leaves them at the reception desk with Dosun Dosun.

I showed him with my eyes to find out for himself, but Shoji pointed at the batch on his chest all the time.

Lilil, succumbed to the pressure, tongues remorsefully.

"I want to know what's going on with Urud the stripper and Desmond the song sword"

"Yes, yes... Yeah. You're both a member of 'Upitel Rock'. Mr. Desmond died a year ago while diving into a submarine dungeon. Mr. Urud is still active."

Lilil responded clerically by turning the faded page, staring into the sticky note and reading the explanatory notes.

The death of an acquaintance was a mild shock, even if it was commercially accustomed.

When I get a chance later, I decide to go to the grave and bathe him in booze.

"Tell me the color scheme for the communication stones in Urud's home. I want to get in touch."

"I can't tell you because it's personal information, but the messaging service is on our side. Paid, though."

"... fine. Here's the message. < Urud. Quick. I want to talk to each other about beneficial business. If that's what you're up to, I'll see you at the guild this weekend >"

"Accepted. An extra favor, but 'Upitel Rock' is a fortified union and the master is a noble figure. I don't think I'll let your opponent do that."

"It's your daughter. They're not saints. Any man can shadow the sun."

"Ugh, kusa"

Lilil, who pinched his nose, did a trick to shake off the smell.

Shoji stretched his torso loosely while remaining calm, notifying him with no expression.

"You will one day offend"

"I'm gonna cut your dick off."

Lilil's mental strength was about twice that of an ordinary person.

Shoji remembered the fear of the man because of her gall strength, which rattled both teeth with gucci and deliberately, and turned back his heel curly.

He had uncorrected octagonal teeth, so he sometimes imagined piercing them.

Someone was sitting next to his seat when he went back to the chair like a loser.

They said it was a table seat that nobody had leaned on until earlier.

"Hi. Shoji"

The soft greeting voice was heartwarming.

Is he about twenty years old?

He wears a golden snake-bellied toenail, whereas his upper body is a man's jacket. I can tell from the stiff appearance that the blade proof fiber is braided.

The shoes were finished with wheels, decorative to the blades, but pointed tips and reinforced with metal at the bottom.

The color of the hair is brighter than that of Percivel. The blonde hair leans over to the side tail.

"Leskia."

"Long time no see. I'm back here."

The identity of the young woman who is nicotine is the 'brave man of the business legs' Leskia.

One of the brave (Braver) on the corner.

A living out-of-the-way demon with the sacred power to run a raucous alley.

He has a slightly groovy face, but his profession is an adventurer with a reputation for being blatant and nostalgic.

I don't usually have contact points, but I know my face well.

Running through the dungeons, picking up treasures and hearing them live.

He was a tough opponent to do as a shoji.

It also catches the temperament of being the chosen one but not the glorious one, and I get carried away by a familiar attitude that is loving but fearless.

"How have you been? It's rare to be here."

Things have changed.

"Is that a luxury?

"... no, fine"

I said no, but I'll call in the service and order a drink for two.

Don't hesitate, he just flies a wink.

To the best of my knowledge, Reschia was a popular person.

Other adventurers, like ants swarming with sugar, were making a leap to get a thousand of Reishi.

Shoji is just a little jealous of the sight, jealousy is a bitter memory as a dull blaze.

So much so that I wondered if even the same brave man (Braver) was different.

In the end, I just have to disappear from the Adventurer Alliance so I can be kicked out as a wounded person in the past.

She has a brave name as a well-known explorer.

"Sit down. Is it a job, too?

"I have a job."

"Yeah, but hang out with me for a drink or so. I'm off today."

"You don't have to be me, you can invite anyone to sit beside you"

"I want a drink with you."

An invitation to lift the glass casually.

Not bad enough to drink a free drink. Not to mention the invitation of a beautiful woman.

Just one drink, he snapped briefly and Shoji lowered his back to hear what was going on with Leskia.

When it comes to common topics, there is only something about adventure.

She paled that she dominated several dungeons, defeated several legendary monsters, and saved several cities. It's not like it's exaggerated. Rather, the scene was more accentuated when I struggled.

The tone of the war history was light and easy to hear.

If you think you are exaggerating or exaggerating, explain professional monster tracking methods and mixing of drugs to get rid of.

Knowledge that Shoji doesn't even possess made the conversation bounce.

I'm still glad you taught me politely when I asked you a question. It gives me as much information as I want for free.

Stripped material pickups and even tool stores popular with adventurers.

When I hear it, I only intend to drink two or three cups.

When he could come up, Reschia picked the glass from the top and fed Shoji his elbow.

"Next time, let's play. I want to go to some proper dungeon and see you tie up with Minotaurs five times your bare hands."

"Defeat it yourself. You must be stronger than me for your experience in fighting demons."

"Yeah, what's that? I'm a pretty girl, aren't I?

"Maybe."

I put down the slice and the glass. It's time for the tide.

As a potion business, Reskia is a difficult opponent to get into.

I know she is a serious, righteous, and well-informed woman from the public.

Even in the unlikely event of a battle, it becomes a difficult enemy.

You can't be as much of a combat freak as you want to be and you don't need to be. It's frightening to argue with someone who can be half dead to defeat them.

As a dark body behind you, you should maintain a reasonable sense of distance.

If the noble brave man is the one, you can go out with him enough to turn a blind eye to some evil.

I'm sorry, I have a job to do.

"Yeah. 'Cause you promised to play."

"In it. Now I'll take care of it."

"Yeah. Thanks. Bye."

My hands are flickered. I wondered if I could get out of the way and give him a throwing kiss.

Did you think it was too cold just to wave? Leskia annoyed her shoulder when she laughed in a voice where laughter had been engulfing her childish movements.

Shoji walked away from the Adventurer's Guild with a belly in his arms and a laugh.