My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

05. Mr. Glasses, to find my sister from Castel Nastiara

I can't move from the King's Capital for a few days more than he told me to wait. It's a royal fate. I don't know how much Jijii ordered me to do it. I don't know how much hardship you only know. I don't know what Jizzy ordered.

Whatever, I can't move anyway, and let's do what we have to do in the meantime.

First, do you want to find my sister Horn?

It will be good to find out about "glasses" later.

The aggregated technology is amazing, but I can see it's a simple structure, and I don't think I can get a lot of information from the research.

I'm sure it's going to be a professional area, so if you're going to look into it, it's going to take a while.

My sister wrote to me that she had become an adventurer in the King's Capital.

Sometimes adventurers came to my village, too, so I kind of know what an adventurer is like.

Integrating the stories of the villagers, they do seem to be like people who hunt demons, pick medicinal herbs, get involved in new American adventurers who are likely to have strength and knock up and down relationships, people whose minds are like a narrow criminal reserve because their attitudes and bodies are huge.

I don't have a job that I've decided to do, and each time, I work on a daily basis to earn about a dime's worth of living. Oh and they often fail to pick up and eat or drink. You think I'll go bankrupt on gambling, and I'll do a dangerous job if my neck stops spinning because of debt?

I would say exactly the right profession for my sister.

Horn, since he was a little girl, wasn't a vessel that fit within common sense that he said was normal but stable.

He basically picked it up and ate it well.

After I ate the meat, I even scratched my bones.

I doubted my sanity when I buried my bones on the ground and said, "It could be a meat tree".

After that, it's a good memory that I decided not to see the dog and sister who dug up the bone had a bone snatch pretending to be someone else.

"I'm sorry."

The policy has been decided.

Alert Ask the gatekeeper who is looking at me with a tough face on the dew where the Adventurer's Nest is.

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"Sorry."

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"I'm sorry. I need to ask you something."

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"Soot."

"Perseverance! I'm on duty, don't speak up!

Wow. I'm angry.

"I thought you ignored me even when I was called because I was at work."

I don't want it to be slight. Every time I rang every step of the way, I approached you. It's already within reach.

"You're really right! I dare you to ignore me! If you know what I mean, guess what!

"Oh, really? So where's the adventurer?

"Don't talk to me while I'm on duty!

"Over there? Over here?

"... went down the main street in front, to the Adventurer's Guild near the castle gate"

Even as I tongued, the gatekeeper answered my question. Good. The city guy had a cold impression, but he doesn't seem to be.

"None of them."

Thank you, but I just didn't say anything anymore. I'm sure he's a lighter.

All right. I got the information I need.

Adventurer Guild? You've heard of this too. Let's go.

When I went down the boulevard as I was taught, I found a shop with swords and axes and armor and prominent armed figures in and out of it.

I knew right away.

This is the Adventurer Alliance.

That's what the sign says. Take a look at this.

But that's a lot of people... I don't really want to go.

And that's it, isn't it? There's gonna be a bunch of bald adventurers involved around the narrow-minded middle class, right? I don't like it.

... but there's no way I'm not going. I haven't seen him in two years, and it's not like he doesn't care.

I don't know what else to do. Do I get confused?

I waited around a little while, and I got right behind the big guy who was trying to enter the guild by squeaking his crochet armor, feeling like an adventurer to see, and broke in with him without a sign.

I walked inside with a few non-eating faces as it was, and instead of a table where several people could sit, I then sat in the counter seat for one guest.

I couldn't see it.

As someone alone, I didn't feel my gaze. Apparently, we have succeeded in breaking in.

- No. No.

One, you're watching. I'm being gazed at from behind.

... Hmmm... you're strong. Person in sight. Simply seems stronger than me.

If you're a wild animal, you're not a prey to me, you're a monster on the hunting side of me. Eyes that only look at me as the armed groups twitch. Without my personal feelings, that doesn't seem like a very good thing.

"... that? Welcome......?

Since when did a woman in an apron look at me in a strange face like that? Is this Mr. Weightless? You weren't in my village.

The waitress, who had come and gone from the store to the kitchen and was carrying food and drinks, finally noticed me when she came to pick up the bottle behind the counter. I have eyes over the counter.

From this guy, I'd feel like I was there at some point.

I just slipped right next to you. I don't think I noticed at all.

I don't have any particular orders... Speaking of which, I haven't had breakfast. Because of this, and I think I'll eat here.

"Give me something bready and something soup"

I don't know what's here, so I ordered it appropriately.

"Bread, targeted...?

Some adventurers in and out don't even think they have that much money, so there shouldn't be a menu that expensive. I'll take care of it. It'll be fine. But you have to be careful with me. If you think it's expensive, let's run.

"Oh, uh, can I have a set of breakfast? It comes with bread, soup and fruit."

"Oh, so then"

Well.

In the meantime, I also ordered, so I'll look for my sister... I just want to say, she doesn't seem to be on the spot right now.

Stay forward and explore the signs.

Within the Alliance, there are twenty Adventurers now. Six or five table seats are used, and the entrance and exit are intense.

Looking at the paper on the wall, I'm talking to my buddies and leaving the guild, so I guess that paper is like a request for a day job.

Again, there is no sign of my sister.

And as always, there's only one person watching me. I don't know what you mean, but you seem stronger than me, so I don't really want to get involved.

I feel like I'm coming this way.

"- Boy."

I think a woman called out. Well, it's not like you're calling me.

- Hey, boy.

Something's sitting next to me in the counter, staring at me.

No, no, we don't know yet.

It's not like you're speaking to me. It's also possible he's talking to someone on the other side.... No one applies "boy" over there though.

- Sorry to keep you waiting.

The waitress carried the dish as I walked through it. Oh, that sounds good. The bread isn't much different than it was eating in the village, but I've never smelled this fragrance of soup before. Does it contain spices I don't know about? And there's meat in there. That's a lot of money in the morning. Here you go.

"- Oh, Rorobel. What's the matter with you?

I'll take the spoon away quickly. I'll stay out of it, but the waitress called out to the woman next to me.

Just listen to your subtle ears.

What do you mean, you're looking at me, and what do you mean, you've been calling me? I want to know why. Besides, maybe you don't need me after all.... Exactly. Can't you do that anymore? I think I'm sitting next to you.

"Oh, okay. You're a number, aren't you? But you're not too young to be a number? Sure, she's a pretty girl."

"No, it's not. I'm just curious."

I hope you don't mind.

"This kid, you know what?

"No. That's the first face I've ever seen. Hey, first time, right?

The waitress is looking at me.

But they don't always talk to me, so they don't say anything, they don't look at me, they tear up the soup. Hmmm...... urban soup is good. I wonder what's in it. Is it an unknown spice after all?

"... at this rate even if you speak up."

"You don't really want to get involved with people. It's not uncommon for an adventurer not to want interference."

Yes, they do. It's not unusual for adventurers not to want interference. I'm not an adventurer.

"Uh... I think I'm asking, just for the record."

I seem to have guessed what I'm not willing to ask, but the woman next door seems to tell me why she talked to me.

"The boy's, uh, glasses. I was wondering where you got it."

Eyeglasses?

... glasses?

Right, can I help you with your "glasses"?

I often got the gaze of a waitress with the woman next door, but I thought about it a little bit, and I turned to the side.

"What's 'glasses'?

I hate to bother you, but if they told me I had business with "glasses," I'd just be tempted to ask.