Log Horizon

"This is it. You're the young husbands of the Eighth Mall."

"... Hmm"

It was Michitaka, the general manager of IOM, and Roderick of the Roderick Chamber of Commerce who opened the door and came in, as foretold.

"Nice to meet you! We serve as Gilmouth for the Alliance of the Three Moons. Marielle, I'm here. This one's our superintendent Henrietta."

"Hey, would you stop being a big time superintendent?... I'm Henrietta and I wanted to introduce you. We keep the books."

The two greet each other alternately. Marielle is just a slow chore help at home in the original world, and Henrietta is an OL graduate of Economics. I do accounting affairs, and although I am taught by my father, I have no connection with such a vivid way of courteous passage of business conversation occasions, but I have a dressed meeting there.

"I'm Michitaka from IOM. He's the manager."

A big man in shape, more like a warrior than a merchant, greets him with a cheerful voice. Is it because the "blacksmith" is also thick in the arm seeking to shake hands and stands out after the burn?

"I'm Roderick from the Roderick Chamber of Commerce. The Alliance Master of the Production Alliance."

Meanwhile, the young man named Roderick looked like a scholar's skin. Indeed, it should have been a "dispenser" if I had stopped by prior information.

"Yes, I know, I know... I'm giving it to you? You're both celebrities."

Marielle laughing with a smile.

If you try it on her, it's only a little lower shoulder load than just now. In a meeting with Siloe, her responsibility was to draw immediate material procurement from the Eighth Mall. In that sense, I guess Norma is clear with as much talks as he did earlier.

The talks we're going to have are for Henrietta, if you're in charge.

(I mean, this is my battlefield from here on out)

Henrietta smiles with a flashing look of pity. In front of you is the head of the most gigantic guild in the city of Akiba and the head of the second-place guild. It's super big enough to be too different in character to even get caught in the nose, such as the "Three Moons Alliance". Henrietta isn't anywhere near talking in a whim either.

But this past week Henrietta and I have been preparing everything for this moment. To make this the time of the day: hunting in a row, planting materials, calling in and selling in flames, and sorting out documents like trench warfare.

This step is spinning in advance, and that prior step is spinning in front of it. And it's not Henrietta who's been spinning it, it's Henrietta's people.

(If I pull here, I don't have a face to match my buddies. Besides, it's a black-and-white measure organized by Master Shiloe.... If you can't win this, you can't win anywhere else.

hehe hehe. I can't believe you have me there)

Henrietta recognizes herself as a second-rate player in battle. I have never had the experience to try large-scale combat or high-end content before. I didn't know I was sitting at the center of the largest operation that's ever been cloudy since the beginning of this world.

My power helps someone.

You can wield your power.

The perception brought a strong sense of readiness and exaltation in her.

"Whoa. I know this one, too. You're the manager of Snack Sales Crescent Moon, right? He's totally a celebrity in the city of Akiba in the last few days. I ate, too. It's only happened once."

Michitaka laughs and says that.

Marielle still answers with Nico and doesn't look scared at all from Henrietta.

"… and what can I do for you to collect all the major players in our production guild? Marielle from Crescent Moon."

Roderick asks with a glimpse of Karasin's expression. Maybe he's trying to deduce why only Karasin was put through first.

"Uh, what can I do for you? It's an errand, isn't it? Erm."

"Before that, I'd like to explain why you invited the Eighth Mall first."

Henrietta begins her explanation as she counts her breathing.

Slowly, one at a time, so that it doesn't sound fast, so that you can afford it. I choose words, keep my voice in tune and explain.

"Mr. Eighth Mall has requested the purchase of ingredients."

In those words, tension runs in Michitaka's glittering face and in Roderick's sensible eyes. With just that many words, I guess I understood how things were changing.

About 700 members of the Eighth Mall.

2500 subscribers to IOM. The Roderick Chamber of Commerce is also 1800. Whatever the differences in the level distribution and policies of the craftsmen, their power relations are roughly equal to the ratio of the number of people. However, if Crescent Moon were to combine with the Eighth Mall in earnest with the delivery of ingredients, the force map would be flipped.

"Crescent Moon" revolutionized food items.

But the supply system is small because of its size. I just delivered a meal to a thousand people every day, and that doesn't satisfy the demand at all. There are over 15,000 players in the city of Akiba.

However, if 700 people in the Eighth Mall pool their efforts, they will be able to meet that demand. The profit will be overwhelming.

It's food anyway.

Unlike clothing, furniture, weapons, armor, accessories and other equipment, food is needed and consumed as every day. If you eat it, it's gone. Whether every one is inexpensive or not, overall sales must be astronomical. And the sales are more ongoing than expendable.

I can tell Henrietta to take such Michitaka's thoughts and Roderick's. According to usage, a weapon called food can also be a nuclear weapon that breaks the balance of production guilds in a single blow.

"So you're in the middle of a group with the Eighth Mall?

It was Michitaka who took the lead.

It seems to have a straight and luxurious personality as you see it. I don't know if it's a real world proprietor, but it might be a player like this who gathers popularity in an online game guild.

"No, then we won't have to be called. In another case?

Roderick shrugs, a young man with thin lines of glasses.

Henrietta thinks that the fact that glasses men are similar to siloes is a negative point where they seem slightly nervous. Even if the blackness was more than the siloe, this young man would not have the graphics to just let him drink that black.

Until the other day, Henrietta felt the difference was extraordinarily large, taking Siloe's introspective and understated character as a similar quality to this Roderick. The only thing that looks alike is the surface.

"Yes, you're right. It's a separate case. Regarding that separate matter, I would like to ask you to speak equally to the IOM, the Roderick Chamber of Commerce, and the Eighth Shopping District."

Henrietta with a small neck.

Negotiations are readings in each other's hands.

Henrietta's standing position in that sense is extremely dangerous. It was Henrietta's side that brought the story. Until some point, the story cannot proceed without Henrietta's side disclosing information. But handing over information also means revealing your own bills.

The advantage is that the other person wants the benefit. "Crescent Moon" looks like too much delicious bait.

If you want to add it.

(As long as we have a negotiating initiative, we always have the right to decide which information to divulge or hide.)

Henrietta goes fast organizing "reveal and good information" and "information that should not be revealed" as if to give chess.

Henrietta has received one challenge from Shiloe in conducting this negotiation. That's a "ban on lying".

At a time when bluffing was forbidden in readings in the hand, its freedom has dropped considerably. I can understand that condition is absolute given the later, but I cannot deny that it is slightly disadvantaged.

(Because Shiloe also makes unscrupulous demands.... This is not a percentage unless you lend Akatsuki. Oh, Akatsuki. Her hair is dark and slippery and she looks like a doll.)

Marielle coughs up a cohon cohon from the side to warn Henrietta, who subtly dyes her cheeks and begins her delusions.

"... Oh, excuse me. That's the point. We are currently planning a large-scale operation for the March Alliance. You can consider it a certain...... challenge. However, the March Alliance alone is not strong enough to make this challenge. I need your help with that."

"Hmm...... Is that a quest?"

In Roderick's words, Henrietta, not even YES or NO, slightly lowers her gaze and distorts her crease into a three-day moonlit shape.

(You seem to have misunderstood...)

Quest, is a kind of mission in "Elder Tail". It is a series of adventures that arise from requests from non-player characters and from books and clues, the contents of which vary.

The old man in the village, for example, asks me to find my daughter out of the woods. Or sweep the goblins out of the cave again. Bring back the manticore toge from within the swamp. There are roughly as many types of tasks on the quest as you can think of.

Quests are the story of the game itself in "Elder Tail," where there is no clear story like a common offline RPG. It is the freedom entrusted to the individual player to decide what kind of quest to take, but since that game era, there have been hundreds of thousands or millions of quests, and no player existed who knew the full story.

Just as the quest is diverse, so are the rewards of the quest, which can be experience, gold coins, items, knowledge of magic, or some right. In rare cases, it was magic training or in the case of recipes for productive jobs.

Roderick misunderstood Henrietta's word "challenge" as "quest". Furthermore, the quest cannot be completed on a personal level and requires a large number of people because of the phrase "large-scale operation". If you do poorly, you think it's something that needs a larger group, not a party-by-party one.

Currently in progress is the operation of selling "knowledge of new culinary methods" to obtain funding. But what Henrietta sees as a new cooking method is something close to a kind of idea or realization.

If this one leaks any information, the head of a well-researched production guild may not have to pass on the specific method. In fact, you don't even know when other Alliance humans will notice.

When such circumstances were considered, the operation chosen by Henrietta was this topical induction. I don't lie. But I won't even let you reach the truth.

"So, what kind of help do you need at Marie's?

Karasin's inquiry was also appreciated by Henrietta. You can call it an assist. But I don't immediately answer the question, and I glance into the eyes of the three of them.

It would also be necessary for every negotiation to create an atmosphere that is lost in the decision.

Next door, our ally Marielle is known to be smiling like that sunflower. The three youths seem to alternate between Marielle and Henrietta's face.

(Marie is beautiful, so hey. Really. Uh, if you're not tall enough, it's a pillow to take home with my favorite de middle dostrike... Oh, I knew it would turn red. Master Karasin cares about Marie, doesn't he? The first thing…)

In fact, the three of them alternate between Marielle like the sun and Henrietta like the moon, but Henrietta thinks about it without realizing about herself.

A few moments after sorting out what was to be said, Henrietta opened her mouth.

"Before I give you what you need, I will explain the system of performance on this side. Because you may not trust me not to explain how powerful I am.

Master Shiloe is in command of this large-scale progression operation. "

Henrietta made one bet.

That's a question that Siroe hasn't been instructed to do, or Marielle's permission. Henrietta doesn't know how much Siloe's name means. I have heard that he is an ancient ginseng player who has been playing for a very long time and knows people who don't even think about it, but I don't know why such a siloe is close to a small guild like the "March Moon Alliance" or why he is not affiliated if you say so.

Henrietta herself exchanged words with Siloe and thinks she's an extraordinary player. But is that all?

Henrietta heard from Serara about the Eagle Lion (Griffon). As far as Henrietta knows, that should be an item that "just an ancient ginseng player" can't even touch.

"Tummy glasses are doing it."

That was a very small voice, but Michitaka did whine.

"The front-line construction is direct, and the cutter is akatsuki. The point guard has been asked by Mrs Nyan, and the rear guard has a strange me and Marielle allowed in. In addition, we plan to conduct operations with aspiring people at the March Alliance."

Henrietta cuts the words and sneaks up on Michitaka's reaction.

He did react with Siloe's name and a few others. But the reaction has been pushed, and I don't know what it means. But there was a reaction. Sure.

(After all, Master Shiloe had a good chance of winning)

"The central members are in that form.

And still the missing part. The support I would like to receive from all of you...... that is funding. Now we need five million gold coins. "

The sound of breath swallowing through the mouths of the three leaks.

That was a huge sum indeed.

There are, of course, examples of previous quests where money was needed to carry them out. It could be a bribe in the line of duty, or it could be the cost of a coach. If we were to include examples such as the need for some item to carry out the mandate and the need for gold coins to procure it on the market, about 25% of all quests would require "expenses" in the broad sense.

But the amount of five million was too huge. It's an unlikely personal quest. But on the other hand, if it's some kind of epic quest or wide-area quest, it's not an amount that can be denied.

Isn't that a totally unknown quest than you've ever heard of such a quest? It's likely a completely new no-one knows quest introduced in the expansion pack "Opening the Nouathphere," and if so, it's not aimed at characters above the 90th level?

And isn't that, as a long story quest, a massive quest of the type where numerous quests form a series of stories? If so, that massive, long-lasting quest should reward you with a certain amount of money each time an individual single-shot quest ends.

Because long quests were often handed small rewards at their stronghold to keep players motivated.

- Perhaps this is what the three of us think.

Humans assume the information they want to believe is true. She was often heard such words by her father, a securities man. The three of them lean toward wanting to believe the story of an unknown quest they have no idea about.

Henrietta asks Marielle to remove her luggage.

It was taken out, in black tea, custard pudding.

"There you go! This is new Yanen. Sweet and delicious, huh? I made it out of rock bird eggs."

Proceeding with Marielle's bright smile, the three marvel at its deliciousness and what was spoken about. If it's a rock bird, it's a high level monster over 85 levels. If you say it was made with that egg... wouldn't you say it's definitely a completely unknown recipe they don't know, at least 90 levels.

"Of course I'm not asking you to just give me the money. We are prepared to provide the three parties with detailed information on the operation after it has been carried out. We are also ready to ask the" Writer "to replicate and provide the cooking methods that we currently operate, as well as the cooking methods that we have learned during the course of the challenge."

If you try Henrietta or Marielle, "Operation" is a vigilante activity, so to speak, to improve the atmosphere in the city of Akihabara. You two don't know much about that landing site yet. - Siloe's got a problem with that part.

However, if it is such an activity, there is nothing to reveal in detail. Once things are over, it will be glassy, and it has to be. Siloe herself said that there was no security to maintain in secret room politics. There are no downsides to revealing the information or anything else, and at that point, the value of the information or anything else would be gone.

But if it were to be three of the production guilds, it would have sounded a whole different story. If the Tri-Smoon Alliance is challenging an unknown long quest, its starting position, conditions, riddles along the way, and everything is S-rank classified information. At a time when we don't want the help of a strategy site, we may even need time on an annual basis to find the same quest.

Moreover, Henrietta has made it clear that "the cooking methods we currently operate and those we have learned during the course of the challenge". If there is such a reward, it would be a quest involving production. From the activities of "Snack Sales Crescent Moon," that can no longer be anything other than a new - groundbreaking food item recipe. Even if the remuneration was intended solely for "cooks" independently of other production positions, its value cannot be measured.

The three of them are beginning to believe the story they have created.

Henrietta was convinced that she had crossed the line. This condition is broken. It's weirder not to snort. If we were to say no, that was when we had doubts about the story, and the three of us were totally into the story of a fictional quest we assumed.

(It's time to throw you a lifejacket...)

"We raise money with all our strength. Half a million gold coins were available, including the disposal of assets and the sale of the Crescent Moon. The rest is 4.5 million gold coins.

We believe that asking someone on the other side would greatly alter the current balance. For one side, 1.5 million gold coins...... how about it?

Henrietta dumps the requested amount to 1/3 at once.

In this world today, there are probably 10,000 to 40,000 cash assets on hand for players at the 90th level. For example, 1.5 million copies of this coin will be equivalent to an asset donation of about 100 people.

For example, if we were to collect Kampa from the 2500 largest of the three guilds, the amount per capita would be only 600 pieces of gold.

Six hundred pieces of gold, for example, are only about the same price as a medium range of armor. It would also be natural for the expression of the three to turn into determination.

"Let's talk about the Roderick Chamber of Commerce."

"I'll take the Eighth Mall."

"Okay. Why don't we support IOM financially? What if we're the only ones who can sponsor alone?

"Don't bother with that. Are you going to monopolize the profits?

Marielle said, "I didn't want you to say that. Nah. Exempt us and get along".

During the talks, Marielle, who had a smile on her face all the time, told me that she had to pull it off as well as the three of us. In the first place, the "March Alliance" holds the initiative.

"So, the deposit is... are you sure in four days?

"Okay. So, what about handing over the recipe?

"The cooking method depends on the [brushwriter] schedule, but if you can, it's in exchange for a deposit. We can deliver it the day after that at the latest. Master Shiloe is the writer."

After exchanging such farewell words and the three of them left the rented room, both Marielle and Henrietta were in complete heap. Henrietta, who was going to be controlling and talking about the initiative all the time at her own pace, but she was feeling more pressure than she expected.

It has not been a long time, but will it be called mental fatigue? My spine seems to have gotten messed up and I can't even sit well and stick it up at the table.

"I'm sorry. Henrietta ah."

Marielle looks full of shit, and she raises her sorry voice.

"What's wrong with you? Marie."

Henrietta's usual lady words are slightly throwing spears.

"We also helped negotiate. Oh, I thought. I didn't have a lot of assistant swords. Wow, it's hard to negotiate."

Even though Henrietta was exhausted by Marielle's words, which seemed heartless, she could not contain the laughter from leaking when she dulled.

"What are you talking about? Marie, if you hadn't smiled at me, you wouldn't have won this negotiation at all."

... This is how Henrietta and the others got five million pieces of military funding.

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It was a glowing night of the moon.

A hot, dry breeze that leaves the heat of the day crosses the flying decaying home of night light worms. It overlooks the central square of the city of Akiba, a concrete platform about 200 m long on an elevation.

In the old days it was a platform for Akihabara stations.

The tracks and struts are now rusty and covered in unpretentious weeds and moss. The building on the left and right that snaps the platform exposes itself to a spire that is broken and broken as if it were waving tremendous violence along the way, either to put away the remnants of the Great Crush.

As the light of the moon casts the black shadows of a building like the tip of its spear onto an intertwined platform of greenery and concrete, the shadows of the two lengths are cast.

It is too thick for siloes.

"A little, there's the wind."

"Oh, yeah, hey"

Siloe looks up at the moon like she's holding one hand together.

Do your forehead flush in the wind and hang it on your eyelids, narrow your eyes in your round glasses and slowly.

"Is the time now a little longer until midnight?... Sounds like we're almost there by the time Soujiro gets here. Chief Tai, do you want to sit somewhere?

"No, thank you for your concern, but I'm not that old of a crook."

"It's not like I'm treating you like an old man."

Siloe shrugs her shoulders.

"Don't you feel comfortable seeing Souzi?"

"Ah. Mmm..."

Siloe circles her thoughts just a little to that question.

"It's not like I don't feel comfortable. It's just a little bad. See, when Souzillo started his guild, I was invited, too. He said it was awkward."

"Was it"

"Didn't Chief Nyantai get invited?

"At that time, I wonder if my student login was unstable. I don't remember being invited."

"Oh well..."

The person to meet is Souzillow-Seta.

of Nyata and Shiloe, and an old friend of direct succession.

Samurai (Samurai), who was at the Prodigal Tea Party, and Kensei (Kensei), a native of the Prodigal Tea Party, was one of the eight people in this world today.

Souzillow was, in a way, one of the most influenced players of the "Tea Party of the Prodigal". He was diligent, serious, and not just kind. When the Tea Party of the Prodigal decided to dissolve, it would have been Soujiro who spared the most.

"Samurai" uses a variety of Oriental weapons, but its essence and clouds are still swords. There are many types of knives. Old-fashioned itchy knife, small swing knife. The armpit used for the splitting, and Samurai's main uniform, knife striking (or knife striking). In "Elder Tail", the one that emphasizes rigidity and attack power is called a knife, and the one that is easy to wield the skill that emphasizes speed and rotation is called knife striking.

Souzillow was a master of that knife fight.

His moves, capable of concealing his own slaughter in grace rather than speed, are difficult to supplement, even as he stares. A giant blow that would snap a giant tree if hung on a souzillow was also taken away, and the armor of the sand worm that prevented the hammer was also rendered meaningless.

"I have a knack, seniors". That's what Souzillow said with a slightly hazy grin.

A direct line left the game, time after time and still personal circumstances, many of my buddies left the game called "Elder Tail". According to the story, Team Leader Nyatai also had occasional logins due to a half-pause for a while.

In that, Souzillow was the head of a member who did not leave [Elder Tail]. "I don't want to waste The Prodigal Tea Party". Saying so, Souzillow launched one guild.

Of course, it's about inviting the rest of the Tea Party of the Prodigal. But the "Tea Party of the Prodigal" was not an guild, and many players who belonged there were free men, even though they belonged.

There were a few players who joined Souzillo's guild, but there were players who refused. And one of the players I turned down was Siloe.

"I don't think you need to feel bad about it. That's why we had our own paths. Souzi's not supposed to be angry about that."

"That's right..."

Siloe clouds her words.

It is not only because I refused to join the Alliance that I am caught. Why did I say no then? Shiloe thinks I didn't "turn down Soujiro".

He turned down the "alliance and bondage."

That self has now gone all the way to Suskino to help a guild called the "Alliance of the Three Moons", where a major guild finds itself frustrated with the city of Akiba, which strengthens its silent dominance, and now seeks to help Souzillow's guild, the Westwind Brigade, to change the situation.

Time passed and the siloe changed. It's just a cleanliness habit, and I'm already different from myself for hating the relationship with the Alliance. But I don't think I can tell Soudirou how I feel right now if I just defined it in a negative way as "different".

Maybe Soujiro, who launched the Westwind Brigade shortly after he lost the Prodigal Tea Party, knew a lot more than Siloe did.

The guild launched by Souzillow is the Westwind Brigade.

Never big, but it is one of the guilds with great influence in this city of Akiba. The number of members is nominally about 120. But the entity is said to interrupt 60, and it has crossed with the city's most famous guild, D.D., the Knights of the Black Sword, and Honesty, in its small size.

It was never won on a scale, but it has been with a massive guild in a major battle ahead of the server's history, such as "The Throne of Radamanthus" and "The Nine Prisons of Haylose".

In the sense of battle results, or perhaps something even more glorious than a major guild with massive reserves.

"It's not very unexpected. Shiloe told me to sign up, so I need to stretch my chest. Shiloe is no longer our landlord on the edge."

To Nyata's words, Shiloe would have been if he had said so, I reckon.

Just as Souzillow has created and defended his own place, so has Shiloe. I can't stay worried all the time.

"Good evening. Long time no see, Senior Ciro. Tai Lao Master to"

The approaching shadow spoke to the two of them while they were still at a distance. To the young look of Souzillow, Shiloe was, if you say so. You were younger, I recall. It's been almost a year since I've exchanged words like this.

"Shabby. Souzillow"

"Shabby. Was Souzi doing well?

To greet the two of them, Souzillow shrugs his neck as illuminated.

Looks like the time has come to laugh like this.

Souzillow approached him as he tried to lighten his countless hanging twats over the platform. Light worms flutter, flutter their hands and dance to the universe.

Approaching him, Soujiro was dressed like a Shinji Shifu at the end of the tabernacle: two pieces on his waist. Of course, if it were to be a full-scale battle, it would put armor together, but I guess it would be to this extent armed all over the city.

"I heard you formed an alliance. What do you think?

"Yeah, thanks to you. I've been on a bumpy track, but as soon as I do, it's a catastrophe."

Souzillow shrugs his shoulder.

With that look, Shiloe realizes the mundane.

Come to think of it, I don't see myself, including myself, being a direct successor, or Natha, or this Souji Row being slightly unsnagged in the Catastrophe. In any terrible situation, it could be the gene of the Tea Party of the Prodigal, which you would capture in half tourist and half adventure.

"Nazna, is Princess Sha still with you?

"Nazna is with you, isn't she? Princess Sha is our guild, but she wasn't logged in when the catastrophe happened."

Nyantai asked the name of a healer who was both handsome at the Tea Party of the Prodigal. That question reminded Siloe of another reason why she didn't join Souzillow's guild.

"Is Soujiro still alive?

"Huh? Ah...... No, no."

Suddenly grated souzillo. Chan Tai narrowed her thinner eyes like yarn and said, "I'm a youth. How many are there now?" I ask.

Souzillow gently raises one hand to the question and breaks only his thumb.

(Are you in Harlem? I'm not jealous... but... But it doesn't really feel right to say the four of us... What the hell? Four. Nazna and Princess Sha and two other luxury members...)

Siloe feels weak.

"That's better than that. What's the matter, sir? I can't believe you called me from Senior Shilo. I thought Senior Shiro hated me."

"Uh, why?

To unexpected words Siroe inquires in the face.

"No, because. Well... I'm in Harlem shape."

There is no word for Siloe to give back to Soujiro, who turns red and mouths. Next to it, Nyata is laughing loudly at her tease. If it was a direct line, I would have just added a stuck chop.

"That's definitely a serious problem, but there's no reason to hate it for that. We were at the Tea Party."

"Right, right...... But what can I do for you, then?

To Souzillow's inquiry, Siloe stretches her spine to re-engage her temper.

"I want to use my strength to go straight in."

"What kind of power?

"... what do you think of this city of Akiba today?

"This city, is it? That's an abstract...... I knew that would be a lot of hard work. It's not just this city, but it's a prison for everything in this world to think about."

"Prison."

Souzillow scratches up his hair. Then the samurai-style ponytail will catch the wind on the home.

"Yeah. - All of a sudden I got caught up in it, in a different world. I don't even know how to go home. I can't even die. From the way the world works. On top of that, monsters roam outside the city. Anyway, we know that normal players feel trapped."

"That's right. If you say so."

Nyantai snorts at Soujiro's story.

Souzillow made it clear that everyone thought it was vague. However, I also think Siloe naturally feels obstructed if she thinks so.

"So it's hard, I don't think it's good. In a situation like this, you run to the weak bully. Truth be told, even in our guild, we've talked about leaving the city already."

"Akiba, are you leaving?

"No, it's just that there's talk about that, and it's not a specific story at all yet. I knew it would be convenient to keep headquarters in the city. However, it's hard to see the city getting rougher and rougher after all. There's nothing you can do."

That's what Souzillow says.

I can't do anything about it, I guess it's not a waiver of responsibility that I said rush that dialogue. Souzillo thought about doing something and considered the possibilities. I'm just honestly saying that because I decided I couldn't do anything about it.

(The proof is that the voice is bitter...)

"I have a hand to do something about"

"Is that true? Senior Shiro."

"... and I think"

Siloe honestly avoids assertiveness. I want to do something about it, and I'll do something about it, but I can't guarantee it. Besides, the kind of guy who wouldn't follow without assurance is a "coward” and not a ”buddy" at the Tea Party.

So I don't guarantee anyone I want them to be “buddies” with.

"To that end, I need your help"

"What can I do?

"... I have to borrow the name of the Westwind Brigade as well as Soujiro."

Siloe stares straight at Souzillow and says:

As Nyata said, if all events have birth and death, and it takes effort to make them all, then Soujiro, who has given birth to and defended the Westwind Brigade, has paid for his efforts with the love he deserves. There's no way to divert attention from that power.

If you're a siloe aware you didn't use your powers to grow something, that was all the more so.

After a little neatness, Siloe continues to snort at Souzillou as he was convinced.

"For one thing, I want you to tell your surroundings that the atmosphere in Akiba is not good right now. It gets rough as it is, he said. It would be appreciated if it could be flushed out to other major guilds."

"That's good, yes. But I don't know where everyone feels like that."

"But I think it's important to put it into words properly. It works just enough to make you think that the" Westwind Brigade "thinks so, maybe it will work.

The other thing is, in a few more days, I think you'll get an invitation. I want you to stay in the city of Akiba until that day, if you can. It's an invitation to a meeting. At that meeting, I'd like to settle something. "

"Okay."

Souzillow agrees with a bare look.

"Are you sure? You don't have to ask me how I did it or how I did it."

"Because Senior Ciro, you're busy, aren't you? I'm sorry I took the time for that. Besides, I'm an avant-garde idiot. I don't know half of it because I heard about the Tea Party's best ops staff."

Siloe's words are warm and flinching.

Shiloe herself didn't think she was so trustworthy. I've been away for a year. I shook that hand off once.

"Souzi is a good boy."

"It's enough to get Old Master Nyantai to praise me, so hey"

When Souji smiles so, she squeezes her expression and looks straight at them both.

"Totally separate matter from that, Senior Ciro. to Old Master Tai.... Would you like to join the Westwind Brigade? I think Nazna would love it, too. We're just the good guys. We are now on a shift to explore the border area and are moving to explore information on the new expansion pack.

What can I say... Senior Shiro is trying to do, and isn't it more efficient to do that maneuver with the "Westwind Brigade" sign? - Can't you?

Soujiro's offer to correct his posture had come true, but he couldn't snort at Shiloe right now. I might have been able to snort if it was Siloe last week. But now Siloe already has a home.

"After all, do you hate me? Me."

Soudirou responds with some soggy voice to the shiloe that shakes his head.

It's been the second time you've turned down Souzillo's invitation, and Siroe touches that shoulder.

In the words of Nyantai, Shiloe finally saw what needed to be done. That's something I've been looking away from.

Sweet for the kindness of direct succession and akatsuki, he was also protected by Nita and came here without saying it.

"I really don't. Souzillow.

... you know, I...

I knew it was time to make my own place. I came to this place while I was running away from the troubles I used to have, but I finally realized I had to be on the right side of it.

I built my own guild. There's still a small number of people, and I just ran out. I finally figured out that creating someone's place would make my place the first time. "

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Since the opening of the Crescent Moon, the city of Akiba has been vibrant.

Although it is about food and drink, it is also about food and drink.

The Akiba people, who had ever eaten anything completely tasteless, were quickly fascinated by the new delicacies. The "Crescent Moon" meal was take-out centric and, by the standards of the original world, never translated into a big behaving treat, but in this other world it was welcomed as more delicious than anything else.

Initially, the supply system seemed to fail to catch up at all in the three stores, but the fourth store opened a few days after opening. Cutting pizza insulated by iron plate warmed by the Fire Lizard (Salamander) called by the Summoner (Summoner) of the Mitsuki Alliance and custard pudding with sweet cream were added to the menu, which was also welcomed with admiration.

The people of Akiba have noticed from the beginning that "Snack Sales Crescent Moon" is only a small and medium-sized guild operation. There was no criticism of small or medium-sized guilds monopolizing the new recipe, but there was the notion that it was justice that came to fruition as soon as possible in the world's tide that silenced them.

In fact, there were blackmailing throws to publish a new recipe to the "March Alliance", but they also knew that this was just an argument.

By the time the fourth store opened, one rumor began to circulate in the city.

The March Alliance joined hands with the city's three major producer guilds, namely, IOM, the Roderick Chamber of Commerce, and the Eighth Shopping District.

Together, the three major producer guilds will have more than 5,000 members. That's a huge force that hits a third of all players living in Akiba city. In fact, as corroborated by the rumors, the market has revitalized the trade in some ingredient items, as well as the purchase of materials by the Eighth Mall.

Even though the turnover of customers increased with four stores and a new menu, the food supply of Crescent Moon still did not keep pace with demand at all. It is best to combine all stores with fewer than 1,500 customers every day.

Many of the people in Akiba's city were experiencing the flavor of a delicious burger takeaway from the "Crescent Moon," and those who experienced it once sought a second time. Now that I remember the flavors that were familiar in the old world, it was a terrible pain to go back to a life of unsavory fuzzy space food.

"Crescent Moon" was rarely queued before dawn, and tickets were also handed out.

This descending (Crescent Moon) economy had a pretty good impact everywhere.

First, "Crescent Moon" meals are expensive there. Make it a price per meal, three to six times the amount compared to the meal sought on the market. Of course, few users hesitate to pay that amount of gold in the city of Akiba, where there is no other way to spend money or entertain it. But I don't hesitate, but I'm going to need a lot of money on hand.

If you were to eat a three-meal Crescent Moon burger every day (as a blessing to be able to buy so much!), as many as 2,700 gold coins per month will be required.

There were also people who were on their knees every day in ruins and sinking into pity that they could not return to the original world because their lives in the city of Akiba had so far been almost devoid of gold. It was a huge change that they, too, were willing to make some change.

It was the first time in an extremely long time that a public call was made in the city's central square in Akiba. It is a member of a hunting expedition that gathers temporary allies independently of the Alliance. This type of recruiting, in which participants gathering to go out looking for fellow citizens, was unusual in this different world today and attracted attention in the square.

When they left, the "Crescent Moon" store, which also had a store in the square, shouted out loud, "Come on!," he swung.

Of course it would not have had anything to do with the fact that the participants in that extraordinary party bought us a "black rose tea" in a water bottle for a meal we were about to leave.

But it was a strange, heartwarming sight that I had never seen before in the days of Elder Tail. Participants in the extraordinary party departing from the city of Akiba laughed and traveled like a tickle.

In addition to the economic activities of the individuals who said so, there was also movement in the market. The price of several ingredient items, such as "young deer meat” and “potatoes" and "thunderbird meat”, began to rise.

They were the result of careful buying up by (8th mall), but if the price goes up, they will react sensitively and will necessarily show up to supply. Several guilds that perceived the information voluntarily organized material procurement squads, which began to flow to the market. I guess he was looking for huge profits in anticipation of higher prices.

However, Karasin of the "Eighth Shopping District" had already spotted such a situation and, at an earlier stage, had taken a large expedition team organization directly to more than a dozen small adventure guilds with whom he was associated.

Schedule a hunt spanning several days and arrange for replacement personnel to be sent out. He organized teams to hunt locally and to bring back what he had hunted to the city to create a system to support the line of material supply itself as a producer's guild.

It was not just after the Catastrophe, but since the beginning of Elder Tail's history, "the establishment of a system of direct support to combat guilds by producer guilds”.

This method was successful, and [the eighth shopping district] succeeded in obtaining large quantities of materials at a constant price without excessive reliance on the market.

If players who have not been out of the city before are to go out, various consumption activities will occur in terms of consumables, repairs, etc. That would give more room for artisans to be active. Although still a subtle change, the city of Akiba was about to change slightly.

Isn't the source of this change in Crescent Moon?

If the Tri-Smoon Alliance were to join hands entirely with the three largest producer guilds in the city of Akiba, its size would be as much as one-sixth of the players on Japanese servers. That meant at the very least the birth of the largest force on the Japanese server.

More recently, there have been many inquiries from other cities in response to the March Alliance. Also, Marielle keeps saying "Wait till the end of the month -" even though she keeps asking to join the Alliance.

Normally, he did not interfere with the producer guild, and the battle guild-based players who live in one world or another also seemed to remember the fact.

In a world where there is no Web or WebTV, or entertainment at all, rumors make up a large part of entertainment.

The people of the city of Akiba talked without getting tired of their predictions and speculations when they gathered everywhere. Among those rumors were the names of the bright and well-looked after Alliance Master of the Three Moons, Marielle, Henrietta, rumored to be a talented lady, and Xiaolong, the still young battle captain, but at the same time some ancient ginseng players and the bright ones in the circumstances, in a small voice, siloes, direct successors, and chan-tae. And grumbled as I remembered the name of The Prodigal Tea Party.

However, there were few players (adventurers) who realized that they were not the only ones talking about those rumors.