Inferior Magic Swordsman: Using the Skill Board to Become the Strongest

The man once walked over here and glanced at Esther.

Estelle "s mouth," but I could see that she didn't have any respect for the fruit.

"Was the properly requested goblin crusaded? Ah?

"Of course. There was just a huge divergence between what was requested and the actual number of goblins."

"That's..."

The man looked there, permeably.

The moment my gaze turned, my permeable spine was all poppy. It is as if it were a cockroach.

"What about that boy over there?

"It's Tor. I've been involved in a goblin crusade."

"I see. Estelle said she couldn't save the boy and crusade the goblins by the prescribed number. I'm sorry to hear that you failed."

"That's not true. Your request has been successful."

Kippingly speaking, Estelle removed a bag of cloth from the inside of her chest. It's a bag full of goblin ears.

(I wonder what's going on inside Estelle's chest?

So far, the Adventurer card has come out with wipe bags and all sorts of things, but this time extremely. The size of that bag is not small enough to go into the breast plate.

Is your chest more concave than you imagined? Imagine, for example, Estelle stared at me sideways.

(Hih!

The receptionist, who opened the bag, opened her eyes wide.

"E, Estelle, how many goblins did they crusade?!?"

"Well, maybe thirty to fifty."

"Not so..."

"Can you confirm that?

"Wow, I get it. We will assess it immediately."

"- Hmm."

Next to the hasty receptionist, a man rattled his nose.

"A crusade while protecting that child is. Are you sure Mr. Estelle did this? Something, you didn't cheat, did you?

"Rude...... I just wanted to say I would have been killed by a goblin on my own"

"Hmm. So there's a helper?

"Oh, this Tor knocked out most of the goblins."

"Heh?"

Estelle strained her chest as if it were her own business.

She has an upbeat cheek and a loose corner of her mouth.

(Why are you so proud of Estelle...)

The tension of permeation loosened, it was then.

"This little filthy kid, hey"

"... revoke that word."

Estelle murdered at the man's words.

It was such a strong sign that I couldn't even feel it when fighting Goblin. A man was pressured by the atmosphere.

"Wow, okay, I'll undo it"

"... is that all?

"Gu...... Thank you very much, Mr. Thor."

"No. Because it's true that it's dirty. Something smitten."

In a light tone of permeability, Estelle and the man were decent.

The light tone of permeation is not meant to soothe the place. Even when a man told me he was dirty, I only thought the permeation was "well, yeah."

It's true that it's dirty, so I can't help it.

"Pfft. You have a deep nostalgia."

Estelle blew out at such penetration.

"Good for you, Philip. Got one of those neck skins."

……

"Thank you very much for your patience. Please confirm your assessment has been completed."

While I was doing so, the receptionist finished appraising Goblin's ears. Taking that as a signal, the man called Philip returned to the back of the counter as if nothing had happened.

"In all, we have confirmed forty-three ears for you. This is the reward for achieving the request that Estelle has undertaken. Because the number of goblin crusades was quite high, this time we treated the portion of the special permanent request as clear, and we put it on top."

"Oh, that helps"

Estelle received a small hemp bag from the receptionist with a reward.

When you take a few large copper coins out of it, put them in your own wipe bag.

She slipped the leftover sachet.

"... What's this?

"Thor's reward."

"No, but..."

"Thor defeated most of the goblins. If you take this, I'll be in trouble."

It was a roundabout, but now it's empty. Thank you.

But I'll pay you back soon.

The permeate removed the large copper coin from the hemp bag and pressed it against the ester.

"This is money when you get started. Now you owe me nothing."

"Oh, oh... no, I didn't have to worry about this"

"If you don't take it, I'm in trouble."

".................. ok"

Estelle smiled bitterly, imitating the words.

"That's it for the assessment, is there anything else?

"Then one. I want you to register this Tor with your Alliance."

"Roger that. Please fill out the required information here first."

The permeation takes the pen and runs his eyes on the paper offered. Items include your name, origin, weapons, and occupation.

(The weapon is a sword. What do I write about a profession? Are you talking about swordsmen and sorcerers? Or do you mean do you have a job you're working on right now?

Transparency often worried and filled in 'unemployed'.

"Ho. Thor can write."

"Ah... yeah. Right."

Estelle told me, and I realized it. The penetration was casually "written with the same feeling as when I was in Japan, but what I was writing was not Japanese letters, but letters I had never seen.

(Thanks to my skills, too, is this? It's convenient, but it seems so strange.)

It would be fine if I wrote unconsciously with my hands moving, but when I became a little conscious, I was going to be unable to write the Aalgard letters.

When the obvious item was filled, the receptionist came back from behind the counter with a ball of transparency.

"Thank you for waiting. Okay, Mr. Thor. Put your hands on this crystal."

"What's this?

"This is a tool to observe the soul."

"Observe the soul...?

I don't know what that means. Permeation tilted his neck.

"This is the Lord who, in the past, has broken the law and made sure that his soul is not engraved with a mark."

"If you're from a village, you may not be familiar with it, but in a big city, a felony can bear a" mark "on your soul."

"Estelle captured the seal in a way that didn't make sense. She was distracted not to know because she was from the village.

"I see."

"Others, it's easy, but you can measure your fitness as an adventurer"

"You can do that."

"Yes, it's only an auxiliary tool, so we won't even see what potential it has, but we'll use it as a reference for receiving requests."

"That's right. Okay."

"Go ahead, then."

Permea drank Gokuri and Tsuba and put her hand on the crystal placed on the counter.

Then a small light lit in the middle of the crystal.

"Ooh."

It's like a lighting fixture that responds to people's hands and lights up the light.

The osmosis sparkled my eyes at the magical reaction I saw for the first time.

"What?"

"What..."

But unlike the penetrating reaction, the receptionist and Estelle frowned.

"What's wrong with you?

"No, the... the light in the Tor is so small, I thought something was wrong"

"Maybe me, no talent?

"No, it's not the size of light that determines whether you have talent or not... is it?

Estelle asked the receptionist because she was unsure.

"Uh, yeah, right. The presence or absence of talent is not the magnitude of light, but strength. Mr. Thor has more than a certain brilliance, so I don't have a problem..."

The receptionist cut the words there once and went on with a look that seemed difficult to say.

"When was Mr. Thor in Aalgard?

The moment the receptionist asked me, the permeation felt like time had stopped.

'When were you in Aalgardo?

This question does not come out unless you think that the permeation "came from another world".

In other words, the receptionist suspects that the penetration is alien.

"... why"

"If it was a mistake, I apologize and correct it. This is the measuring instrument of the soul, but the magnitude of the light changes depending on the" Soul Record ". Typically, if you are the age of the person who lets you register for the guild, you will be about the size of a cobbler. But Mr. Thor hasn't accumulated any records in his soul.

If you're about Mr. Thor's age, and you're not a soul that suddenly came from nowhere, you won't be such a tiny light.

In other words, if the light is so small, it is likely that the soul is a lost person who has come to this world.

"Lost..."

"Even strays!?"

Transmission and ester reactions were the opposite of this again.

Being said to be a stray man, Transverse converted the word to 'otherworldly man'. But Estelle made the look of surprise strong.

Transverse wanted to avoid bragging that he was a different world. Because even if there's such a guy on Earth, he's decided to think he's crazy.

But the lost - I mean, are you from another world? And if you were asked in a head-on battle, the story changes.

"Right."

The osmosis nodded.

"Maybe if you're lost, you can't sign up for the guild?

"No, that's not true. Some of you have been lost in the past and registered to the Alliance"

"Lost people, they're so there"

"Yes, rarely, but it seems to be discovered several times a year"

(Dude, are you okay with sending in otherworlds that often?

The penetration was frightened by what he called God's work.

If you gum your soul from another world, it is likely to have a negative impact on Aalgardo.

"The magnitude of the light, I understand. If I can sign up for the Alliance even if I'm lost, I'd love to."

"Are you sure you want to register?

The receptionist pushes caution.

(That's kind of prudent)

It was then that I had my doubts.

"Come on, that tomato bastard." He said he was lost. "

"Quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it."

"" HAHAHAHAHA!! "

I guess he was watching the permeators from the bar where they were set up. Two adventure-style men with jocks in their hands laughed.

The face is a lot red. Looks pretty drunk.

To their words, the permeation tilted its neck.

"The inferior?