The Seamstress Girl

In guild

That was a very, very narrow man. Hair slightly longer than the green shoulder is glossy and resembles the color of dark coniferous leaves.

My eyes are young grass colored, and I get sharp white eyes that look nervous, but don't they contain the blood of the forest people? And it's neat enough to be whispered.

The hindsight also looks like a skinny woman, so a drunk tangled with him can be kicked off and rolling in a tavern co-located in the guild.

"He... but?

"Um, that's unusual... in the morning, I didn't know you were drinking"

I was relieved that I hadn't moved the base, but Arjit shrugged.

In Arjit's eyes, he can also see an almost transparent spiritual figure lukewarmly green.

Spirit, almost the same size as a man, in a stunning dress, lipped in his ear when he noticed Arjit.

"Ah?"

Three times worse than usual was the sign and voice of Gala, and he looked back at Arjit.

"Long time no see, Schnell"

"... arjet?"

He squirmed Arjit's pseudonym in surprise, Schnell narrowed his eyes and gazed at Girosilo and Arjit.

The counter made a gong noise, and then the glass in Schnell's hand made a bishy cracking noise.

"Oh, my God, what happened to that fucking gear? Weren't you the only one who could wear it with a home lesson?

I carved a deep crease between my eyebrows and a super grumpy voice sounded.

"Even if some nobleman fell? Super first-class product with protective sewing, now it's a family heirloom. Plus you think it's the right size for you? You colored man, die."

"... you're in a bad mood, what's up? I don't know about booze in the morning."

"Shut up, I'm celebrating! You're free of that sticky bastard!

Schnell cluttered up the cracked glass that was empty. If the contents were in there, they would have been scattered around.

"Mr. Schnell, it was sticky until this morning." Be one of them on a new face with no manners. "

A gentle passing guild clerk man tells Arjit to leave.

"... right"

In a way, Arjit and Endelia looked at each other, saying it was a bad time.

"So? What can I do for you?

Actually, we solicited it, too.

"Ka ~ n ~ yu ~ uhh?

With a voice crawling through the bottom of the earth, Schnell glanced at Arjit.

"We need amputees or demon swords to help a certain spirit."

"Disconnect"

Schnell looked at both his hips.

I have my usual gear. It is a paper harrison for the slaughter of whips and dungeons.

Dungeon weapons come off a hit, and Schnell has a story weapon. The material sounds good when used for paper and penetration. You can knock people down with impact, but when you use it as a weapon, you can slay most of the demons.

It seems that the story weapon is endowed with a lot of divine protection.

... but.

"You don't have the ability to cut my gear, do you?

"I know."

"That's right."

With a vigilant eye on him, Arjit grinned bitterly.

"This level of protective sewing equipment is custom-made as a reward"

"Wait a minute."

Whispering Arjit's words, Schnell took a seat with the money on the counter.

"Were you also a hidden child in the Nur family? Or have you found something new in the sacred beastification of demonic spiders?

Hold his shoulder, whispering Schnell was serious as if he'd woken up drunk.

"You familiar with that? You know the arms of the Noor family today."