Old man, come on! It's too late for them to make a request for reinstatement to the habit of ba

A week has passed since the end of the breeding season.

Around that time, Hans was rough in the office.

Because Hans, who lost most of his authority at Charlemagne's behest, was unable to move his guild freely.

The guild operation itself is systematized when it is normal, and the clerical staff alone is sufficient, with little work to be done by the guild master, and even if there is one, it is the place to greet or respond to visitors.

Hans resented Charlemagne because he could no longer move his guild freely because of Charlemagne.

If you have nothing to do, you should just dive into the dungeon as a training, but what if the Alliance Master dives into the dungeon and gets hurt? And it was only at this time that I showed my honesty and was admirably drawn.

But I know exactly why I lost the last time I attacked an SS dungeon.

That's why I was going to get the dive fight back in the dungeon.

But Hans thought it would be enough to attack a Class A or S dungeon after a new piece of gear was available, combined with gear habits.

Hans and the others don't have to dive into a dungeon right now, but they don't have any trouble living because their guild pays them as guild masters and executives.

That was also what caused the pull to clap.

Charlotte, Freya, etc. dived into the dungeon. If so, but Hans, the leader, couldn't move, so he couldn't dive into the dungeon.

Only Remilia looked like she was enjoying her current life.

"Hey Hans. I just heard something funny."

Remilia has spoken funny in the office.

"Hmm? What?

"I kicked you out of the guild, remember that porter?

"The porter who kicked you out? Oh, you mean the old man on the label?

"Yeah, I am. How do you think he's doing now?

"Hmm. I forgot about the existence itself. I turned my hand around a little at the end of the day, so there's no more adventurers in this city like him. Right... is he dying wild somewhere? Or are you running off to another city? Well, I guess that's the place."

Hans laughed when he remembered the label he had banished.

The time of banishment of the label was at its peak for Hans these days, and it just made him feel more comfortable remembering the sad face of the label the moment he mentioned banishment, and it felt like the stress built up in the accumulation disappeared softly after failing.

"That's right. Looks like he's building his own guild. Looks like we don't have any extra members."

"What no? Is that true?

Hans changed his complexion.

"Yeah, there's no mistake."

Remilia makes a proud face, feeling sorry for her.

Remilia had been listening to [All-Grand] guild members rumor a while back at the guild home.

And I was interested, and I did my own research, and I came to the conclusion that there was no doubt about it.

"Absolutely, he's an old man. I thought you pushed him to the point where he couldn't get back on track."

Hans says so abominably.

"So what do you do? You're leaving me alone?

Remilia started the provocation.

Looks like Remilia enjoys it too.

I was just messing up about Charlemagne.

Hans thought it might be interesting to slap that old man down to the bottom again.

"Okay. Let's go worship your old man's face. Anyway, it's no big deal if he's one of us, because he's gonna be an adventurer."

"Ugh. That sounds interesting."

"Okay. Then call Lindbergh. I'll make him find out where the old man is."

Hans' heart was clearing and he was recovering his previous vigor.

"Are you calling, Master Hans..."

A while later, Hans called me in and Lindbergh came into the office.

Lindbergh doesn't seem lively these days.

"Lindbergh or did you come here often...... hmm? Lindbergh?"

"Ha, yes"

"What's up? Are you ill, too? You look pretty thin, though?

I can't help but worry about Hans. Lindbergh's cheeks are lean and weigh nearly ten kilograms less than before.

"Ha, I haven't had an appetite lately. Sorry to bother you."

In fact, my stomach has been hurting a lot lately and I haven't been able to eat extra meals.

Where the therapist saw you, you have a hole in your stomach, right? It was said.

Treatment-based skills and medications have helped reduce pain… successfully.

But every time Hans called me, I was worried about the equipment, and my stomach, which had healed, was starting to tingle and ache again.

"I need you to dive into the dungeon. What are we gonna do with that physical control now?

"Yes. Let me be careful. So what is it today..."

Lindbergh asked frightened.

That was because they didn't want to hear about the equipment.

Of course, I can't order equipment.

"Actually, I want you to find out about the porter that says label"

"What porter says label!? Are you referring to Mr. Label, who was in [All Grand]?

"You know all about him."

"That's right. Because he's been in the guild for a long time. Sometimes the porter I always asked for was attached to me on an ad hoc basis when I was unable to attend because of an emergency. If you have trouble with the porter, it was a common perception in the guild that you should speak up first. Any rookie's party would have been there if they had free time for themselves."

It was the first ear for Hans, so he seemed a little surprised by Lindbergh's story.

"I don't know if you earned a score, but that old man, he had a face for anyone's party."

"Ha, so what do you do with Mr. Label?

"Hey, I got some errands to run, hey, I'm just gonna go check on your face"

Lindbergh didn't know Hans had banished the label.

I've pinched the label in my ear when it left the guild.

But at that time, I was too busy preparing for an SS dungeon offense to afford to think deeply about it.

Why is Hans talking about the label? And I cared, but I broke it off that I had no choice but to think about it.

"Okay. Anyway, I'll check it out."

Lindbergh walks out of the office when he is gracious.

Hans had begun to look forward to worshipping the label side for the first time in a long time.

"Ha ha. I wonder how the hell it's falling off now? Again, it would be great to see that sad face."

We could only wait for the equipment to be completed, and Hans, who had spared time, found just the right toy and began laughing happily.