Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

It's been a long time, and Capitan and I have talked a lot within the Adventurers' Union Guild.

Speaking of which, I thought I'd tell Capitan.

"... I've taken a long time and now I should report it, right?

"Oh...... well. The Adventurers' Guild is always open, so when did you do it? I figured too late you'd see less. You should certainly make it early. In the meantime, I'm coming. Wait for me for a while...... oh yeah. Can you have a drink at the tavern? I'm supposed to have a drink with the sailor I'm hiring tonight. I'd appreciate it if you'd come with me. The place..."

That's what I've been saying, so I...

"Then you should introduce the needs too... can I call you?

With that said, the Capitans did, and nodded,

"Well, can I say I'll meet you at the tavern? With those needs... and a curse shop called Diego, invite me. My apprentice took care of me. You have to be as expensive as booze."

"Ok...... I'll see you later"

And I'm leaving the Adventurers' Union Guild.

When I went outside, the sun was completely down and it was getting dark.

However, there is much more street light light than malt, and the light is leaking out the windows of the house, and I don't feel like the city itself is no longer vibrant.

In fact, there are not so many people.

The nature of the person walking is very different from the day, and it consists of ladies looking for food ingredients, daily necessities, etc., rather than adventurers returning from a request or men at the end of their work trying to roll out into the city at night, and those who do business with them like that.

Slightly, the pattern will be worse, so it's not the kind of time I'd be advised to walk out to my young daughter, but make it a need. Make it a Diego. That's not the way it is, so there won't be any problems at all. I'd rather be the type of person involved in people...... rude to Diego.

"... Diego, and the needs... are you there?

When I came back to Diego's store and called out from the store like that, Diego, with a strange face, just turned up.

"... hmm? Lent. We're coming tomorrow. Didn't we talk?

"I was going to..."

And I was able to meet the Capitan safely, and I talked about the results of all the conversations and how the liquor was going to be.

Diego then said,

"Well, if you can just drink, there's no denying it. The same would apply to the needs. Wait a minute. I'll call you now..."

That's what I'm saying. I'm going into the back of the store, into the living space.

Speaking up, I didn't even wonder if it was okay to drink to a need that was sickening or even damaging his gut, but as far as I could tell, his wound was almost completely healed and would be fine.

If anything happens, that's what you can do with your sacred heart and heal it...

Fortunately, I'm not saying I'm going to answer the request anymore today, and I don't have a problem with using it all.

It's hard to get a good night's sleep, this body, but a normal human sleeps at night and wakes up in the morning, because if you take as long as you can, Holy Qi will normally be at full speed.

Here he comes.

When Diego said that and turned up again, three adventurers were coming from behind it...... the needs were getting there.

"Lent's husband! Is it true that you can afford to drink!?

It's Lucas, a small, fat man, who said that in good shape.

I tell him.

"Technically, I'm talking about my master luxury. But we don't just drink. Tomorrow I'm not sure if I'm going to be... but I'm going to have you guys work in the labyrinth. The Labyrinth of the Daughters of the Sea God. I need a boat to get there, but my master hires a boat and a sailor. Because it will be in the form of letting you ride there, it is also a face-to-face meeting with the sailor. Be careful not to be too rude."

In fact, I drink too much and do too much rude, they bend my navel and cancel my contract, and if anything happens, I can't even apologize to Capitan.

If that happens, that's what I'll have to do enough to fly in the sky and carry the Capitan on my back and send him back and forth every day.

That was why it was a little harsh attention.

To this, Lucas,

"Also, of course. Come on! Oh no... I can't believe you're being rude... hey?

That's what I said as I looked back at two of my own people.

There's a long man, Gahead, on this.

"I don't think that's what we could have said when Lord Lent attacked us... I promise you I will stop Lord Lent if Needs and Lucas are going to mess with anything."

I've said,

"Can you do that?

I ask.

Nothing. This is not because I don't trust Gahead's words, but as far as I can tell, his strength as three adventurers of the Needs is roughly the same, and I was wondering if Gahead would be tough on his own if Needs and Lucas burst out.

It was surprisingly a need to answer this question.

"... it's Mr. Lent. I don't know about you, but if someone about me or Lucas drinks enough to get drunk, that's the only way to move properly. You shouldn't gahead. Not a mouth, but a booze seat always keeps me and Lucas down with a little drunkenness to see. Under the circumstances, Lucas and I will soon be laid to an end."

I thought it was me.

I can understand the feeling of Gahead because I'm also the kind of guy who doesn't drink as much as I get drunk in a booze seat, somehow looks at the whole thing and tries to move to stop it if he feels any signs of rubbing.

Lorraine, who often drinks with me, is also extremely resistant to alcohol, so if anything, she's the same type who moves.

Mult's tavern is mostly a copper or iron adventurer, so I can handle anyone who gets drunk and rumbles up.

Even though it is difficult to do more than that, any human being is weak.

Plus, there's definitely that kind of stuff in public that makes me look terribly drunk and faint, so, well, sometimes I convinced (...) well to calm down.

That doesn't seem to be necessary for the needs, so I think it was a good idea.

I told Gahead,

"If that's the case, thank you."

With that said, you felt something in that word, Gahead stretched his spine,

"... accepted"

And he nodded with a sad look as if he had been pressed into a very important role.