Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

"Wait a minute, Beat. The Count wants to talk to you. I was wondering if you could give me a moment?

When I came to the Adventurer's Guild to report that I might go to Jerkin on request, I was told that by Tamara. Speaking of which, the Count, Lord of Dorton, was returning from the front line. I also take my name to the last seat of nobility. Rather, as much as you had to go say hello from me. Greetings are common sense in society.

Is that it? Speaking of which, I don't know anything about the Count, Lord of this city.

"Yeah, fine. But, Mr. Tamara, what kind of a countess are you?

"Hey...... maybe you've changed a little bit? You'll see. Wow."

Tamara replied that after a few thoughts. I know that.

The word "hey" in my body means "awesome," and "if I see you, I know" is the word I use to introduce people who "when I explain, I don't want to see you". In other words, he is expected to be a considerable freak. Wow, I don't want to see you.

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"Alas! Sweet boy, you have to do it! Wow, five years from now, you're gonna eat it!

I often wait in the reception room. As he opened the door and came in, that long, skinny figure hugged me and said so with a cheek on his head. No, because I'm still a minor in five years.

Dark blue eyeshadow on the eyes, thin pink teak on the cheeks and red purple rouge on the lips. Long eyelashes, too. Combined with the deep carved face, I have a pretty kevy impression. Long silver hair is served as if it were a Nagoya gal, and a holterneck dress with bright red ankles runs a remarkable slit to the thighs. It's so flashy.

No, no, I don't care about that! The problem is that this person is an early thirties man (...).

You're Osama! Not Mr. Gatimuchi's faggot man, but Magimon's New Half!! Hey, this guy is the Count and the Adventurer Guild manager!?

"Count, His Excellency Faith is frightened. Please calm down."

"Alas. You know, I've seen what a fling looks like. I'm sorry. I can't stand it when I see a pretty girl. Ugh."

A flash-looking man leaves me in the voice of Mr. Imelda, who came into the room later. I feel sick about the trick of making Cena and turning my body around. I mean, there's nodbottke out there! I knew this man was the Count! Oh, my God!

"Again, nice to meet you. Atashi will rule this Dorton."

"No, sir."

"Bunny......"

"No, sir."

"No more! Imelda's noodles!

Mr. Imelda and the Count are having an exchange that I don't understand very well. As always, you're serious when you work, Mr. Imelda. If it's not even Onabe...... no, let's not say it anyway to someone else's taste. It's not like I'm harmed.

"This is my first meeting, please introduce yourself properly"

"I can't help it anymore. I wish I was the only one who was stiff...... Bernard-Dorton, my lord here and manager of the Adventurers Guild. Greetings."

"Oh, uh, nice to meet you, it's Beat-Face. Best regards,"

Only in the second half was Ozuka Yu's husband's naughty voice. Is this the sound of the earth? The gap is amazing.

With a little hesitation, I hold the right hand offered. It's broken, but it's not hard. You're not working out. I mean, my nails are polished and shiny.

"Call me 'Bunny' with familiarity. Beat."

I can see a hallmark flying out of a wink that sounds like a bacilli. Shake your head for once. Are you okay with Okama's manager and Onabe's deputy manager, this adventurer guild?

Although the first encounter was as shocking as the encounter with the Apostle (Second Impact), the conversation has since progressed without any particular problems.

"I really appreciate you taking care of all the problems while I was gone."

"No, I just happened to be there, and then I did what I could."

"Ugh, you're not saying 'lucky'. He seems humble, and where he knows his strength properly, he's already a senior adventurer."

In this case, I guess it's normal for me to be humble as a former Japanese, but unfortunately, I'm not.

Many companies in the gaming industry were results-oriented, and most of the companies I worked for were unlikely to leak. And resultism is not appreciated unless you show your strength around yourself (...). That, too, is as good as it can be. Because if you make yourself look bigger than your strength, you won't last, and in the end, you'll be underrated. In other words, it becomes important to evaluate yourself objectively and appeal to your surroundings. This smells pretty nasty. The sooner I say I want to spend my time sharpening my skills rather than taking the time to be not such a creative person, the sooner I quit. That's resultism.

I enjoyed making games anyway, so it wouldn't have been too much trouble. But when I think that turned out to be such a way to die, maybe resultism isn't working after all. Discretionary labor is often flawed.

Either way, I don't mean to underestimate or overestimate myself because I have such a previous life. I was lucky about all the opportunities (?), but I think it was with strength and everyone's support that I was able to solve it. Luck is one of strength, but strength doesn't depend on luck.

"So, I might go to Jerkin. So what?

"Yes, I won't reveal what I asked for, but it's more than likely."

After consulting with the village chief, the search for Sister Jasmine decided not to let the Adventurer Guild through. I met with the Marquis Hugo and convinced him that he was alert to spies lurking in the kingdom. The Marquis, who is second only to the Crown in power within the kingdom, are enough opponents to get behind it, so maybe even the Adventurer Guild's top secret information has been collected. Even this Earl in front of me can't be trusted.

If the information is leaked and Sister Jasmine is caught by Jerkin and held hostage or forced to marry a Jerkin nobleman, the village chief's position becomes very dangerous. That's why I decided not to dare go through the Adventurer Guild as a private request.

"Uh-huh, it's hard for adventurers to take requests on their own without going through the guild."

"Yes, I know. So this time it's a personal 'favor', and we're undertaking it without pay."

The Adventurer Alliance has a job to do between clients and adventurers. If something goes wrong between the client and the adventurer, arbitrating or resolving it is part of the business. If you receive a request without going through that Adventurer Alliance, you will naturally not receive support. If you can rub it with the nobles, you can't have them on your side.

But this time, my client is the village chief, and I don't get paid. I don't even know if my sister Jasmine is safe, so it's also a condition that I should take her home, whether she lives or dies. Maybe a little thin, but I can't help that. Still unlikely to rub it, so you don't have to go through the Adventurer Alliance.

"Huh, if you know that much, then let's not. I'll keep you in the process about leaving the country. Wow."

"Thank you"

It's disgusting how they make Cena, but humans are amazing because they get used to it. Much less resistant than at first. And sometimes you see it when you calm down.

Count Dorton is not a samurai. I'm skinny, and I didn't have a sword dako or a mame in my palm, so I'd be sure of it first. But someone who can fight. Because he's a wizard. The signs surrounding him are so dark and intense red that they don't even take a pull on Jerkin's famous general, Flaming Formation Lorens. It would be a pretty strong fire wizard. If you are fooled by this look, you will eat a painful cliche.

Maybe this look is also a ruse to keep the other person alert. Even a senior nobleman named Count. It's not strange that I've been using that much manipulation. Seeking alarm by appearance is a common means I use. In my case, they just let me off guard that they're kids on their own.

"That sounds like... you make a lot of money outside of the main business, don't you?

... Coming. Up to this point, it's about how things are going, what's been called from here, the nobility's rush. If you don't keep your temper up, you'll even get ass hairy. Instead of an ass yet, it hasn't even grown before.

"Yeah, well, quite."

"Wow. Border Sets is very popular. Isn't that right? There's nothing more scary about being not only strong, but also talented?

"No, I'm still a young man..."

Has the boulder already been investigated by the Adventurer Alliance manager, Bordersetz's "Puppy Pavilion of the Collection"? The Adventurer Guild has magic props for communications, and branches all over the country. The situation in the country can be examined through the request, and given the job description, it has a police and detective aspect. It belongs to your hand to gather information.

And it would also be possible to view personal information that should not otherwise be disclosed under business confidentiality, with the authority of the manager. I mean, I'm pretty sure you think all my activities in the country are known. What a hassle.

"Especially the soap and shampoo that commercial guilds specialize in. That was developed by Beat, wasn't it? That's awesome. They're letting me use my balls, too, but I can't live without them anymore. Wow."

"Thank you for being so kind. But that's an exclusive deal with a commercial guild, so I can't teach you how to make it."

I'm not the one who developed it, I'm the ancestor of a previous life. But I made up my mind about the detailed recipe, so I can't even say I'm the developer. Anyway, I'll stab the nail about not getting tangled up in soap and shampoo rights.

As for soap and shampoo making, I am contracted on the condition that neither I nor the commercial guild disclose it to others. If I spread the method to Darkless Arrow Cod, the commercial guild won't make any money, and if the commercial guild sells the method to a third party, the profit for that third party's sale won't be returned to me. It's a mechanism that benefits both sides by keeping secrets from each other. As far as commercial guilds are concerned, slaves are the only ones involved in production and keep secrets.

That is why no one else can be involved in that right. Maybe the Crown Prince of Jerkin has already developed the soap, but it's not yet in circulation within the kingdom. I'll be fine with this contract for a while.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But you don't have a problem with what Beat makes and sells personally, do you?

"Yeah, well. Though, I can't make that many."

It's a lie. You can produce a lot of higher quality stuff than commercial guilds as long as you have the ingredients. It's planar magic. In fact, my specialty soap and shampoo are giddy stocked in the warehouse of the Puppy Pavilion.

Nevertheless, I don't want to be the feather of making tons of soap and shampoo every day. So I want you to keep in mind around you that you can only produce to the extent that you can't for big business. Nothing else, for my freedom. Well, I'm sending a ton to the pavilion, so don't even think you'll find out from there. Will I ship it myself next time? Ash rat flights without a cronette.

"Really? Then I'll make a request, so I was wondering if you could just deliver it for Atashi? Please don't."

"Ha, if it's a request"

What? I can't see you talking. No way, did you really just call it a greeting or a request for shampoo delivery? If so, I can't clap, but if nothing happens, is that okay? There should be no trouble. I've already received a serious request from the village chief.

"Well. Well, maybe it's time to get down to business."

Whoa, this is it as soon as I'm a little distracted. This is why nobility is not alarming. Well, what kind of impossible challenges are you going to blow?