Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... sounds noisy, is something wrong?

I turned to Shayla and the two youths with nothing to eat. Yes, I spoke.

"Mr. Lent......"

Seems like Shayla figured she'd say I would have listened with that.

The young man looked back suspiciously, but saw my outfit of robes on skeletal masks,

"Are you... an adventurer? If so, listen to me!

That's what I said.

... I can instantly perceive me as an adventurer with this look. I think that eyesight is a big deal.

No, if there was such a thing in the Adventurers' Union Guild, would it be anything but adventurers?

That's a lot of adventurers in masks.

But he looks desperate.

Shayla to such a young man,

"Mr. Ribble...... adventurers basically have the right to decide on their own requests. Don't push me."

That's what I forgive you for.

Shayla would have stopped it more clearly if I hadn't gotten close to herself.

But somehow it was done because I understood the situation and knew I was getting closer.

Clients are essential to adventurers, but they can't make you listen to everything they say, and they can't push any kind of request.

So it's fundamental that the client should not force the adventurer.

For this reason, the Adventurers' Union Guild protects adventurers from their clients to some extent.

To a certain extent, there are limits, and there are different circumstances.

I mean, it doesn't get much worse.

In a way, it's an adventurer's union guild response.

Nevertheless, this Maltese union of adventurers, the Alliance, is an honest man around the corner.

I guess it's because Wolf is the union leader.

As long as I'm happy to have a grateful boss.

Sometimes it's a story if they don't even turn a strange job around.

Now, that's more about the young man Shayla called Ribble.

"... well, I'm just getting some free time too. Anyway, I just thought it would be subtle that all the requests I wanted to take were taken first... but I don't get any requests. You don't have to listen to me if you want to."

When I say that to Ribble, he relieves a little of the look that was stuffed with cut wings, slightly smashing his mouth,

"Ho, is it true......!? Thanks! That helps......!

That's what I said.

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Transfer the location to the table at the Tavern, which houses the Adventurers' Guild.

The members are me and the youth libble.

Shayla said, "Call me as soon as you get the request! I said," I started putting my hands on another job.

Her work today was basically like a reception, so it was previously “normal” in Malt that there wasn't much else to do, but the rationale doesn't seem to work when it's now Malt.

Seems like there's a pile of work to be done, and there's a ton of work rolling around there that should be hands-on, regardless of department.

So Wolf tries to hold my hand...

Speaking of which, I think I saw a bear in Shayla's eye I saw earlier......

If I think about it too much, I'm going to end up with wings to help too, so let's forget about this now.

May the Adventurers' Union "Guild" officials be granted leave soon if they wish......

"By the way, libble...... etc. What kind of request were you trying to make? Shayla... I think the official said no or no one would take it."

I haven't heard the details, so I'm going to start there.

Ribble smiled bitterly at this,

"Oh, that's where you were hearing it from...... yes. That's how they did say it. What I was trying to ask for was a crusade request for Skeleton, a boner who appeared around the village, and I thought someone would take it right away, but I missed my expectations..."

That's what I said.

Bone Man "Skeleton".

My heart moves a little at this point.

Because it's just right for the sword's test-out opponent.

This is a good opportunity to know what will happen if I cut it with a sword I have sacred care for.

I wouldn't normally like it if it didn't have any effect... well, I just have to be convinced that I knew then that nothing meant anything.

Either way, the libble story sounded like a good one to me, meeting both the trial run out and the requisition order.

However, now I know that this is not the case at all for other adventurers.

Because Bone Man Skeleton is not a delicious target at all as a prey.

It is a low-level demon that also appears in The Labyrinth of the Water Moon, and the materials that can be taken are about demonic stones and a little sturdy bones.

There's no reason you have to go away somewhere that's not the Labyrinth of the Water Moon nearby to take it down.

Still, before...... before this malt could do the labyrinth, there would have been someone to take it.

Even if it doesn't turn out to be a huge black, if you can get paid for it by request, it's just a lot more fruitful than knocking down a boner and selling off the material.

If you're not very high, it's a request you deserve to get enough of.

But in today's malt......

Even junior adventurers have hired Towers and Colleges for favourable treatment.

In that circumstance, people won't get together in the midst of what has been rewarded so far.

I don't think that's going to last forever, but right now Malt has something like a light bubble for adventurers.

As a result, Ribble's request fell into a state where it seemed unthinkable.

"Well...... you were unlucky. There are days like that. I'm similar today. Earlier, other adventurers took the request I wanted to take in two or two in a row... even though that's not usually the case. It's life that doesn't last the day..."

"I see. Maybe that's what it is..."

We look at each other, and it feels like no.

But I looked up,

"Well, it's on the edge of something that we met today between the unfortunate. I thought I'd listen to you because I thought so. So it's not always a bad thing."

"Is that what happened...... Then... yours..."

"Lent."

"You have to thank Mr. Lent for his misfortune. I don't know if you can take the request."

"That depends on the content. It's just a bone crusade, but you can't judge it. Let me tell you more."

"Yes."

And he tells the details.