Hazure Skill “Kage ga Usui” o Motsu Guild Shokuin ga, Jitsuha Densetsu no Ansatsusha

The next morning, he also went to work in the west branch of Wangdu, where he began his work.

Thanks to the splitting of the contact points with Quest's good offices and reports, the crowd is no longer as good as it was yesterday.

"How many mistakes have I made?"

"Shh, excuse me..."

The interaction caused a tingle in the office.

There was a female employee who was frowning upside down and a male employee who was snagging.

"I remember too badly. Don't make a mistake again and again."

"Yes, excuse me..."

I started to move my hand when I checked with my eyes to see if I was used to it and who the cause was.

"Yesterday you only did paperwork."

I asked the female employee at the next desk.

"Yeah... well, the way you say it is tight... but I know how you feel... suppose you get repeated mistakes you can't help when you're busy. It's the usual thing, so you better not worry about it, okay?

But that was the name Rude.

"Mr. Rude, you look uncomfortable."

"Because I'm a luggage clerk..."

Rude is as old as I am.

He seemed to be shy, and he kept his word.

Anyway, he's behaving suspiciously, and his gaze is doing it all over the place.

It was as if the wildlife were checking for enemies.

……

Outside the guild, there is still a line of adventurers waiting for their good offices.

Wang Du has a large number of adventurers.

That may be due to the large number and variety of quests brought to the King's Capital, but the rewards are also slightly higher than those of the Lahati branch.

I wrote some questions about exposing myself to paper and gave them to Rude, who was shrinking in his seat.

"Excuse me, but could you make a lot of this, a lot of the same stuff?

"Uh... Me?

"Yes."

When I glanced at the angry female employee earlier, she nodded several times, especially now that Rude wasn't doing any work.

"Please"

"Huh...?

Seems to be an interpreter, it was Rude twisting his neck, but he started doing everything I asked him to do.

It's somewhat guilty, and everyone's eyes are concerned, and it's awkward, that we're all busy and yet we have nothing to do but ourselves.

"Mr. Argan, we're done."

About a hundred copies of the same thing I wrote, Rude handcrafted it for me.

"Thank you. Now hand it out with a pen to the adventurer waiting indoors and let me write it"

"Oh, ha..."

Rude, who replied vaguely, went outside the counter and handed out the paper with the pen to the adventurers who were wasting it on the couch.

"Please write this and wait"

The said adventurer also had his neck hanging, but he looked at the paper and ran the pen.

The officials seemed to wonder what they were letting them do, and they were watching how it went.

"Next, please"

An adventurer called to the receptionist raised his hips off the couch and handed the paper he wrote to the official.

"This is what this is all about...?

"Huh?"

Officials take paper seriously.

"Name, age, gender, rank, desired quest and type and their rank… with or without party experience and skills…"

What I wrote and made Rude make was a simple reception note.

In the Lahati branch, the receptionist is listening because so far the adventurers don't make rows.

That's because that fits in well enough minutes.

But not here.

"Saved me the trouble of asking..."

As the adventurer is motivated, this one mediates the quest.

It takes time to hear that.

Not to mention the adventurers are free while in line.

"Now, how about that?

"Oh. Now, please"

Quest's good offices went amazingly smooth.

"Or there's a revolution..."

"There's a new breeze in this western branch..."

It wouldn't be such a surprise.

"Mr. Argan, I'll make more of these!

I guess it was painful that it was completely out of your luggage force.

Rude took the lead in creating the reception form.

Branch manager, of course, is the head of the branch.

In keeping with the person's thoughts and policies, officials do their job.

"What are you doing?"

Disgruntled Stan came out of the back.

Why is this degree treated like a revolution?

I guess this is what it is.

"Your job is to get into the help of everyone who's busy, right? Extra imitation."

Good evening, and he's approaching, and he's looking down at me.

"Since yesterday, I've been doing whatever I want, and Iris Branch Manager doesn't want to come over the locks."

I stood up and put my face much closer.

"So, aren't you in help"

"Hey, what, no, no!?

Though wolfish, Stan waved his fist.

The fist was puffy and trembling.

I'm not the first kid to fight......

"I can't even think about why my men are so busy. They're in someone's help."

"Ugh, we've got a way of doing it, come on!

Instead of fists, he began to tremble to his knees this time.

"I'm not saying that's the wrong way to do it. I guess adventurers and quests are remnants of where not so many, too, is that it?... but look at the situation and say things. The three of them quit and do something about it in the absence of people. Everything is creative."

"Knock..."

"You have to call for help. This situation is like saying you don't have enough arms, right?

"Guuuuuu..."

Someone in the male staff said softly.

"I will. Branch manager, don't look at the crime scene. Just give me instructions."

"Even if I know it's off target, if I don't follow it, I'll be pissed off."

"So who is it?!? Hey, now the one who put an ass to my way -?

I looked around, but instead of looking away, everyone looked at Stan better.

Sounds like they all feel the same.

"I didn't put an ass on it. It's a field opinion."

Even though I said it, he wasn't in his ear anymore. Stan turned red and angry.

"Rebellion!? Is it a rebellion!? Fine. If you can't hear me, quit!

"... you quit."

"Huh."

"That's right. Conne alone made you branch manager."

"Huh."

"I know you can't work for Locke."

"Um, hey"

"This guy's petition for transfer, let's all write it"

"... oh, you guys, don't be ridiculous"

The white air flowed, and no one reacted at all.

"Philly, have you been able to gnaw?

"Ugh... why are you saying that..."

A few steps away, Stan.

"Touch the inside of the reluctant girl's thighs with a stick...... the other hand has a fling on her chest"

The eyes of contempt fly to Stan.

"Oh, you guys, keep your heads cool..."

And he threw up the throwaway dialogue in a low voice and went back to the branch manager's office.

At the final ceremony of the day, Stan, who apparently chilled his head, apologized for his words and actions.

He had a voice so small that he could not hear it, but the staff's drinks dropped.