VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

Alice and her two surroundings left with their elf ears.

When she left, she said, "Remember! The line" is one of those discarding dialogues that I would like to say once in my life if I were to say it in a humiliating way.

The appearance was too comical and the anger eased a bit.

When Mr. String Moon silently puts his hand on me and Liz's shoulder, he wanders into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Hmmm cool...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

If we don't call it in here, there's a chance that the customers we just lined up with will be gone.

"Thank you for waiting! We will resume operations, please put them in order as numbered!

The players who were talking about the current battle begin to move so that the stiffness can be solved.

I was wondering if some of them had left, but to my surprise, the collation tickets I handed out are aligned without the numbers flying.

That's good, that's good...... why would everyone tell me what they think of the duel right now, when they're working on it?

There is no sign that Mr. String Moon lined up at the end of the line and Liz, who is finishing and giving the product away, are saying anything.

When I asked him why with ease,

"It's hard to talk to Mr. String Moon just for not cooperating in the duel..."

"They're both beautiful, so I'll be distracted."

"Normally Liz was scared... but I like it... but I'm scared... ugh..."

That was the thing.

Erase it... I don't mind, but they're generally opportunistic.

That's the way it is, so just after that, no one will show up to complain like Alice.

The buying and selling of the rest of the elf ears went smoothly and my last customer finally stood before me.

"Hey."

"Mr. String Moon. Thank you for your time."

"I just pushed my doctrine through. I was going to end it smart... but I turned it down and made it important (oh and oh) and even got involved in a duel. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I don't know if that was the right thing to do, but we feel saved. Hey, Liz."

"Yes, thank you for the opportunity to relieve stress, Mr. String Moon"

I think the words are too honest... but Mr. String Moon is also a bitter laugh.

There's a lot of trouble in dealings between players, but the only thing the operation controls is malicious fraud.

So a case like this one will be a rub to the extent that it has to be resolved between players.

After all, using a trading board is less of a hassle for dealing with unspecified numbers.

Although I had to take these means because of the need to see individual colour flavors.

… On the other hand, Lust's information on ingredients was also harvested when customers were able to hear a lot about it.

I am grateful to Hidehei because buying and selling face-to-face was never all bad either.

I have to thank him later, too.

"So long, Mr. String Moon. Determine the length of your ear first. There are three types of Standard Long Short, but what do you want to do?

"Well, that's fine. Then by standard."

"Yes, and then I would appreciate it if you would gently lift your hair and show me your ears"

"Mmm..."

Mr. String Moon scratches up his green hair and comes a little closer to each body as he shows his ears.

Your ears are slightly red... could it be illuminating? Surprised.

This is not because I am looking at the color flavor, but because it is for adjusting the joints, I have no particular problem trying to be more red than usual.

The colour taste is determined by the overall impression of the face seen from the front, so the formula is already assembled in the head.

"... OK. Elf, I have nothing to do with your ears, but I'd like to ask you something."

"What?

When you are finished mixing the pigment, prepare a standard mould warmed in a fire bowl.

With the color scheme in mind, mix in the latex, which is the raw material of the rubber, and put it in the mold.

"It's melee type, but it makes me wonder how the last Reid event - was taking all that damage away from Kraken. I just thought it was a straight shot, so I thought it was weird."

"Oh, about that. Probably, but aren't you with the brave guy at your place?

"... Huh? No way, pass on the tentacles...?

In response to my surprised face, Mr. String Moon responded with a pranky smile.

Seriously... I didn't think there was a player other than Yumil who resorted to such reckless means.

"Actually, I was wondering, too. I don't know how you guys got past me in the rankings... can you tell me about that one for what this one answered?

"It's not like I'm hiding it, so it doesn't matter. It's a quick and entrusting relay for all the supporting clerics. The others are with Mr. String Moon."

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Mr. String Moon, who heard the words, opened and closed his mouth puckedly.

While I was bitterly laughing at the conversation and change of position I just had, I closed the mold and started compressing with a hammer.

Beat carefully so that force is applied evenly from the top.

"Right. That means approaching, her specialty -"

"That's a burst edge streak. It was fancy in many ways, wasn't it? The effects overlap and become like fireworks, and the durability of Yumil's weapons is diminishing."

"Huh, that's awesome. I'm convinced. There are only archers, and in Artemis, it's impossible first of all."

"Because vocational mixing has mixing, flexibility and strength. If this is the result of my operation, I'll keep my chest open. Ha-ha-ha."

String Moon looked at me with an intriguing eye, laughing like a wasp.

I didn't think it would cut back that way, grunts and goes on with the words.

"I think you're a very gentleman where you don't comfort me halfway there."

"Well, as an alliance, we're defeated by Artemis, aren't we? Do you call it mutual?"

Mr. String Moon in front of you is the guild master of Unmarked Artemis. Since that person, if you want to skip personal grades, you can rephrase that he is the winner of the entire last Reid event.

But I don't know... I think it's very nice to see such a big guild master behaving in nature without taking a single person around him like this.

After seeing the likes of Alice and the others earlier, I feel even worse when compared.

As you can see, the expectations within the Alliance are also thick.

So far, I don't see any disgusting parts of you talking about it.

And take position to seal the opponent's movements in the duel, and drive it to execute without a meeting.

Without having to say anything, her way of fighting was such a move as to convey a clear will to do this from her back.

Based on that, it seems incorrect to see that you also have a high actual command capability.

"You're like Mr. Yumil's top compatible, Mr. Hynd"

"You, just isn't that terrible!? Never tell him in person!

Liz pinches her mouth from side to side, as if she read my thoughts accurately.

To that exchange, Mr. String Moon tilted his neck gently to see if he could not read through his intentions.

"- Yeah? Me and her alike?

"No, not like that. You're talking about your ability as a leader, I'm sure."

"Yes, I want to fry and drink the dirt from my nails."

Upper compatibility and Liz would have called it by deciding that as a leader she had something missing from Yumil.

Intelligence and calm, and then goodness of goods, etc. seem to fall into the category.

I have the impression that Mr. String Moon would be able to turn the organization by himself without an adjunct.

But there, until then, Liz, who was lifting her, observed her whole body before saying a word.

"... although style flatness is on the same level as mine"

"Liz, shall we stop talking about that? No one will be happy."

"... wow, looks like my chest is going to be decided. Sure, it's not comparable between her and me..."

Advice, Mr. String Moon groans bitterly at suppressing his chest.

Plus Liz didn't hear my stop, opened her eyes cuttingly and uttered a soul cry.

"We don't have enough volume to make a choice! Why!?

"Know what!? What, the massive self-infliction that involves that person! I'm so sorry, Mr. String Moon..."

"No, that's okay. Because it's true... yeah, it's true..."

So the ear I made before one of Mr. String Moon is complete and Liz gives him the product in exchange for 50,000 G with a slightly darker face.

From the end to the end, the second guest listened to our conversation from the side intriguingly until halfway through, but he left the scene early at first sight.

He was a male customer... and in this unpleasant air, that's what happens.

As much as I want to leave here with you.

"" Thank you ""

Make sure the male guest stayed away, and Liz cleaned up everything around herself and approached me.

The rubber solidified while we were talking, and I broke the mold from the middle and shredded it into a big mess, giving Liz my ear.

Once the fine-grained process is complete, the business is finally closed there.

Seeing our work, Mr. String Moon measures the timing and cuts it out quietly.

"By the way, can I ask you about your plans for the future? Are you going home to Sarah?

"No. I plan to keep going east and go as far as Willidis Urbs, King's Capital of Lust. You're looking for ingredients."

"... well. Then I have one suggestion for you."

In exchange for 50,000 G, Mr. String Moon received the finished elf ear from Liz.

Wonderful work, with the words, wearing elf ears and scratching up long hair fuzzily.

When Liz and I were in love with the way she looked, she smiled and went on like this, turning into a beautiful elf.

"If you don't want to, why don't you come with me? From this town to Willidis, the king's capital"