Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

"You can go on a journey now, right? Nothing particularly happened this past month.

I was negotiating with my manager in the Guild reception room. I'm asking for permission to move out of Bordersetz.

It's just me and the manager in the reception room. Other people are getting ready to travel. Because I'm going to leave without permission. The battlefield still seems to be glued, but I don't know when things will change. I've never moved early.

Incidentally, the name of Adventurer Guild Border Sets Branch Manager is Mr. Dario. Seventy-three portions of old and middle meat. He was a former junior official of Wangdu, but he was relocated to the Guild of Bordersetts after being repositioned, built up the trick from the section chief rank of clerical position, and became the manager three years ago. Character is rigorous, honest and solid. It's the type of thing you do when you're ready to do everything by hand or under. Humanly lacking in fun, but impeccable as a superior. Not bad from the staff.

There is basically no guild restricting the adventurer's mobility. Only if the situation is pressing or the royal nobility is involved, such as a mass outbreak of demons.

This time it was a favor from the Alliance, so I was just staying in good faith. Since there is no request fee or assistance, all the cost of the stay is self-contained. He also asked me to refrain from the expedition, so I couldn't even request an escort. Speaking of requests that could have been made, it was about a demonic crusade and herb collection nearby combined with Woo's walk and feeding. Inevitably, there will be more takeaways, so it cannot be strongly retained as a guild.

If this is to be retained any longer, the Alliance will have to process it as a request. However, the Alliance is also expensive in dealing with a series of disturbances and cannot offer very high rewards. There is no urgency, so I can't make a compulsory request. Except if it's any major incident, but in the past month, there's only been drunken fights at best. The Alliance was initially concerned that there had been no major outrage between outlaws.

This can actually be the result of me turning my hand. We tried to keep the war from happening.

Even so, I didn't go around secretly destroying outlaws. I'm not Mr. O Village or Gotha O City batman with daytime lights. In fact, it can be a secondary effect of money falling apart as part of the rebuilding of the accommodation. Money power.

Why is crime committed? There are various factors that make it difficult to put it in a nutshell. But it is in my opinion 'dissatisfaction with the status quo' that is fundamental.

It's something that everyone has a big, small, unmet desire for. It's very common for people to work, learn, and live to fill it. You can say it's the driving force of life.

However, rarely does a person appear to attempt to satisfy that desire in a short-circuited manner. They try to satisfy their own desires by taking them from others, abusing them, and killing them. I believe this is the criminal. You're the ones who lacked some ethics. Some of them have outside paths that don't even have a shard of ethics.

It takes time to plant a solid ethic in those guys. It is not easy to do on an annual basis. It's a huge undertaking that could take half a life, maybe a lifetime. That stuff, I can't get along very well. It's a short time for a child to be there. My contents are already Osama.

But there are ways to prevent crime before it happens. I wish my heart was filled. It's just a matter of not being dissatisfied. And often it can be money that satisfies that greed. "♪ As long as I have the money - I can get anything - ♪" he even sang in some puppet show.

There are many slum residents in the criminal reserve. The reason is simple, because I don't have the money. You can't get an education because you don't have the money, and you run to crime because you have trouble living every day. If you preach to them about the importance of ethics like that, you won't even look at it if it doesn't add up to your belly. You must say, 'Give me more money than I preach'. "If you sympathize, give me the money". That's why I did it. I have no sympathy or sermon.

This time, I lost money to people. It is also central to the manual labor system, such as architectural and agricultural relations. The demand for firewood has risen due to the bath, so the money should be secondary to the forest industry.

There are many manual workers in the unaccounted for slum dwellers. This time the money that I fell apart in rebuilding the Inn would have moistened their nostalgia, either directly or indirectly. Even temporarily, their greed was fulfilled. If greed is satisfied, there is no reason to run for crime. Rich people don't fight. I'm not rich, though.

Is it okay if it's temporary? I don't know that. The constant reduction in crime is the work of lords and guilds, not mine. Well, come on.

"Ugh, um, right. I wish I could stay a little longer... but saying I can't do this any more would be a problem. I have no choice.

Mr. Dario refused, but he gave me permission. I have no reason or right to hold you back. Now I can finally resume my journey. It was a long time.

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The restaurant is as thriving as ever. There were also several restaurants that mimic the cosplay, but with a burning blade, we couldn't possibly be the enemy. Some of them had their own wives dressed as miniscames after 30, but on the contrary, they dropped their legs and immediately stopped.

The essence of a restaurant is delicious food. We only have a menu that we can serve. That's the real strength. Misconceived copycat stores will soon disappear.

And the farm purchased for the restaurant is running fine. Thoroughness in hygiene management will produce good results, although the things you are dealing with will not produce immediate results just for the things. Maybe.

All in all, this farm might want to expand and raise sheep. It's the kingdom of Mohumov. The dream spreads, but it doesn't have to be like a poor ranch for a board game.

The inn calmed down a little. Because I sold the soap and shampoo recipe to a commercial guild. As a royalty, an agreement was exchanged with a commercial guild to receive 20% of the profits each year.

The commercial guild that bought the recipe started producing soap and shampoo quickly and immediately put it up for sale. Even so, it took a while to dry, so it was about 10 days after I sold the recipe.

A popular item that was not for sale was put up for sale, so it turned out to be a huge sale. Oba pushed over… the ladies bought it up and the initial production quickly sold out. The second arrival was also sold out in about half a day, despite one set of restrictions per person. Few ladies lined up on their own several occasions, as well as a few stiff ones lined up in a family outing, he said. All I can say is that I'm sad for the family I met.

Apparently, this was an event that also amounted to merciful rain from heaven for a commercial guild that had been discredited for its adhesion problems with the bandit guild, and the manager, Mr. Hassan, was thanked with tears. You think it was a crisis of progression after being held accountable for everything adhesion issues? They say that went blank with soap and shampoo feats.

"For adult folds, be sure to go to a commercial guild" and so on, but I'm an adventurer. Think about it, I answered vaguely and left the tea cloudy. The turbidity is delicious.

Thanks to this, the Inn has had a lot of cancellations, but it is not a problem because it is expected to be able to afford and cover with royalty income. There is also a demand for people who want to take a big bath. Some customers come to the inn after using commercial guild soap and shampoo and say, 'This is better quality.' Inn's is specially made with my planar magic. Apparently, someone who understands. Repeat target. Thank you.

"Bye, Mr. Lloyd, nice to meet you at the inn and restaurant. Augusta, I'll make it from my travel destination and send it to you, but if you're about to run out of soap and shampoo stock, tell the Adventurer Guild.

"Yes, owner. You're not going.

"Yes, I understand, O.N.A. Yes, come on!

Mr. Lloyd bows politely and Augusta bows her head in the same tense manner.

Mr. Lloyd practically managed the original inn, an example middle-aged male employee. After working, I found that I had no problems with humanity, so I appointed him as the head of the Inn. The so-called president.

The president is hired on a payroll basis, but it is decided to offer special remuneration based on profits every six months. That's a bonus. It seems that there is no system in this world, so I want you to work hard and make a profit.

I'm just an owner, like a stockholder. Just get the profits your employees make. Unearned income is nice.

Augusta, who said hello, was one of the slaves who bought it. She is the daughter of a former merchant, a little restless, but because she is able to read, write and calculate and has an unexpected gut to sit on, she appointed her as the summariser behind the inn. It's the second slavehead after Christella.

She and her mother, who lost their income and were in distress when their father, who was in business, was killed by bandits, said they had lost themselves to slavery. The mother is already missing another buyer. When I asked him what he thought about it, he said, 'If you're alive, you'll see me somewhere. Now it is most important for me to live,' he returned. I thought it was a light one, but maybe it's the frontier that led to the father thing. You're strong. When I think it had to be, my spine gets cold at the ruthlessness of this world. I need to be strong, too.

When they left the front door of the inn with one street instruction, everyone was already waiting.

"Shall we come, Master Beat? Finally, right?

"Hey, I did a long stay. Business was interesting, though.

"Atai hasn't had the pleasure of making as many clothes as she wants in a long time, huh?

"Atashi can be anywhere if the rice is delicious.

"... was well worth cleaning.

"Oh, uh-huh.

Everyone seems to have had their own thoughts on their stay in this city.

Did you like Samantha and others who waved her arms so much that she still stands on her own sleeve? It weaves a leather cape on top of it. I don't think it's much of a travel costume, but it looks good on me. Cute is justice.

You'll be visiting this city occasionally in the future, but now it's a while to say goodbye. Farewell, Border Sets!

Turn to the employees who are dropping me off in front of the inn, and I say hello to my departure.

"Well, go k." Ooh, lady. Ahhh! I searched for you. Oooh!! "...

... what the heck!?