[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

Four times.

Four times, it seems that my father has exorcised each individual but the Epic Demon God.

I'm not interested in my father's black history, so I listen to Mr. Carriel.

Now securing Gonske's food bill and securing his father's income are prerequisites.

"Thank you"

Mr. Carriel seems to be the so-called Guildmaster of this guild, and finally the greatest.

After that, my father and I were put through a separate room - probably a reception room - and Mr. Carriel asked me to explain the noise.

When I honestly told him everything that had happened, my father floated his blues to his temples with a smile on his face.

Well, for now, thanks to Mr. Carriel for listening to me and believing me, I was able to register safely.

He was politely apologized for the receptionist's attitude.

Well, it's nothing good because I'm used to it.

"Not a license, a registration card?

I shrugged as I looked at the card I was given.

My father explained it to me.

According to that, what is licensed is professional, and what is not is distinguished from amateurs?

Do you think you need to meet the requirements to take the test and pass the license?

I'm an amateur, so it's a registration card.

License holders are treated better with a variety of benefits.

"If it's a chore, I can use my registration card to process it."

"I see."

"Oh, yeah. Apologize. Finally, it helps me to tell you again as soon as I have a problem with discrimination or prejudice like this one.

Thanks to you, one cause of the complaint was cleared up "

So that woman at the reception, was she doing something else similar?

"Okay. But you believed me a lot, didn't you?

"Well, I don't believe that hero Wolk would do that."

Is such a monkey okay?

Well, let's keep it sweet for words here.

Whatever, but I often say [Prodigies are just people if they're over twenty], but [Heroes are just Osama if they're over twenty] years old.

Usually, my father laying on my mother's ass didn't have heroic majesty or aura.

But I can't even deal with kids anymore, and that father who's delving on Pong is the hero.

At home, that father who calls you Pong.

Gonsuke, look, it's bait - that father who says something like that, hey, hero.

"Really?"

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In the meantime, the rest was easy to ask my father how to search in the search room, and I tried to find a job.

"Do you have anything good?

That's what they ask,

"I don't know about this, I can bike to it. It's a long deadline."

I print the requisition with the printer provided.

"Oh, you're close to your father's client.

All right, let's go. "

"What's your father's request?

"Hmm? People Finder"

Oh, you mean help me.

So are you coming with me?

By the way, the request I chose was to pick up mountain vegetables.

The person who owns the mountain is too old to go to the mountain, so they pick it instead.

But what is looking for people in the mountains?

Is it lost or shipwrecked?

Once you get home, get the gear you need.

Then I looked at this one like Gonske had arrived at some point.

But my father,

"Gonske is another time.

I'm not a light tiger today, so it's gonna be tough in case they shit me or something. "

"Kyurururu ~"

Gonske, who sounds a little sorry, stays put and locks the front door.

And I bought lunches and drinks at a convenience store on the way, and I drove my father's car to my destination.

So my father gives me about three sheets of paper.

Each is printed with facial photographs of poorly resembled men, with numbers listed below.

…………

No matter where you look from, it was a nominated arranging letter.

"In the meantime, I need to make this month's payment somehow, so I made it the one where I can make a lot of money quickly"

[About a father who thought he was a flat out lehman, who was flying quite a bit] Can he sell a non-fiction novel with a title like that?

In the first place, you're not the job description that makes kids help.