Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

The next morning, when I went in front of the Adventurer's Guild, the village chief was already waiting. Looks like they haven't picked up yet.

Neither me nor the village chief are wearing the usual travel or adventure-style clothes, but slightly superior plain clothes.

The mayor of the village prefers to wear it by the nobility of this country. He has a white Y-shirt, pants of the same colour, a fat vest, and a neck wrapped around the neck with a neck chief.

Mine is pretty much the same, but my vest is green and I'm wearing a string tie, not a necka chief. The vest is not the right size and is a buckwheat because of the rush to get it all together.

Instead of the usual battle axe, the village chief is wearing a slightly longer, one-handed sword. There doesn't seem to be a giant battle axe in a boulder with noble style. I am lowering the swordfish I bought yesterday behind my right hip.

Neither of you have brought your offerings. I mean, I'm the one offering it.

Christella has been instructed to use all her magic and cut off her magic, and she's kept her waiting in the inn. Past experience has shown that when the magic is used up and recovered, the total amount of magic increases slightly more than before. In fact, there was definitely only a slight increase in the number of polygons that could be made. When the magic runs out, he falls asleep to lose his mind, so a room with a bed that can be locked up is a great place to train. Cristella's magic is not a release system like fire magic or water magic, so there is no danger.

The village chief can tell the children to make love in the inn. Although I doubt I can be adult with more than 10 children of that age. Oh, if it's an order, could making a noise make the compulsion work and quiet?

Soon, one carriage stopped in front of me. The body of the luxurious looking boxcarriage with black paint depicts a crest with a pattern of anchors and scales. It is the crest of the 'Count Bullhead's House', which governs the Border Sets. So I guess this is the pick up.

An old man in a black top and bottom comes down and opens the carriage door.

"You're His Excellency the 'Baron Weissman'. I came to pick you up from the Count Bullhead family. Please get in.

"Uhm."

Is the village chief's family name Weissman? Dantes Weissman. That's a pretty cool name. Though he looks more like a barbarian than a wise man.

Royalty and nobility are the only ones who have family names in this world (...). 'Being' is because even fallen nobles sometimes name family names. Do you want to rehabilitate your home someday, or do you want to live up to the glory of the past?

Speaking of which, Kristella doesn't give you a family name at all. If I was raised as a courtier, I would find the situation unacceptable. It's not weird to wake up hysteria and sprinkle it all around you. I wonder if I already have kezime in me. It's more honest and positive than I thought, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm grateful.

If my chest was a little smaller, I would have appreciated it more with the chippies of my choice. No. Does this matter? Important though. That's quite philosophical, even though it's important. After all, chippies are deep.

The man prompts me, village chief, to board the carriage in my turn. The seats seated two people across the street, but there was plenty of space for each person to sit back and forth. Nevertheless, the village chief has a big physique (Gatai), so he's taking up space for two.

Soon after the door shuts quietly, the carriage slowly moves out. The ride is also a difference in cloud mud compared to the average carriage. Sometimes the road surface will be cobbled, but I guess the structure of the carriage isn't the same as that of the carriage in the first place, it wobbles considerably less. Maybe it has something suspensive on it. The boulder is the Count.

"The village chief's family name is Weissman, right?

I'm just bored of being rocked by a carriage, too, so I try to talk to the village chief who's putting his arms together and meditating on his eyes. I can't stand silence. Heh.

"Oh, I'm the three boys of the poor Viscount, whose original family name is Weissman. I should have thrown it away when I left the house, but I would have named it again for some reason. Now I'm in the position of a division of the Viscount Weissman family.

Were you originally a nobleman? I see, if you think it's strangely knowledgeable and calm at the waist of an adventurer who often (supposedly) has a bad head with all his arms, was he a well-educated aristocrat? Convinced.

"So, do you know Count Bullhead?

"Just once before, yeah. He was a teenager at the time, but he seemed quite intelligent. I guess I had to because of the premature death of my predecessors. And he is also a wizard of the wind. That's not a bad attribute as a harbor town lord.

Ho, you're new to this city as a second wizard, a user of attribute magic. Ships in this world are sailboats, so if you're a wind wizard, it's not a bad combination.

The city of Bordersetz here is a port town built near the middle stream of the river. The northern side of the city faces a great river called the 'Bordersetts', which has its source in the far east Black Mountains, a rugged black mountain range with 3,000m grades, but only relatively lush near the source of this river. For this reason, travel to and from the East across the mountain range has long flourished, making it a major shock in East-West trade. Traded goods cross from the sea down the river to Wangdu, but the sea runs the risk of being attacked by smaller ships used in the river because of large demons. So we needed to reload a relatively safe large ship, and it was the city of Bordersetz that developed as a relay point for that, he said.

And they say it's underrated wind magic because of the plain nature of its effects, but it's a pull when it comes to shipping. It is said that wind magic has no use other than to cause the wind to blow, but in the shipping of this world of sailboat subjects, that is what makes it a great power of war. Anyway, you can go back to the river without worrying about the river or the current.

As we talked about that, the carriage slowed down and stopped, just as it did when it moved out. Apparently, we've arrived.

Located about south of the city's central square. Closer to the fields stretching south of the city, a luxurious museum was built that seemed somewhat disproportionate in a place that looked better to say idyllic than quiet. There are really just fields around, and when it comes to other buildings, it's just a crude cabin that keeps farm tools in place. It is very noticeable that there is only one Potsung and one of them, a three-story spilled western hall. Nice sunshine and ventilation.

As soon as I got off the carriage, it was the entrance to the hall. Funny old men, such as deacons, refrain from doing so in front of the already open, double-open doors.

"It's been a long time since I've sat down, welcome, Lord Weissman.

"Long time no see, Oliver.

His grandfather, who biscis this black top and bottom, seems to be the name Oliver says. Isn't that Sebastian, too bad? Romance Grey's seventy-third, well-groomed moustache is the perfect butler as imagined. Ask the 10 people who go to the city 'what is this man's profession' and all 10 will say 'butler'.

"Oh, I'm honored that you remembered a servant like me. This will be honored to the last generation.

"No need for such rhetoric, let's get down to business. Michael, what can I do for you?

"Yes, I will sit down, but thank you very much for responding to this sudden call. However, if your palace has just confirmed the letter and stayed, I would sincerely take the liberty of sitting in spite of your call, but I would like to ask you to wait a moment. We offer tea preparation in a whisper with apology meaning, please come here.

The interior of the guided hall was in exquisite condition, not disgusting while staying in Hua Mei. A glossy, shiny sandalwood table and a velvety, greasy sofa in the reception room. A long pot of pottery placed in the corner of the room is finely decorated with gold on the black ground. The walls are painted white, but the lower half depicts fine snail decorations in pale yellow. In this world where wallpapers don't exist, it would have taken a lot of work to decorate them to this extent. It feels like they've shown off the Count's finances.

The village chief sits on the couch, and I stand diagonally behind it. I won't sit because I'm a squire this time.

Soon the maid will bring tea and sweets. Pots and cups of white pottery and baked treats like Madeleine. A cup or treat for one. I can't help it because I'm a squire. Beh, you don't want anything else!

Chicken farming is not very thriving in this world. Because birds that can't fly are convenient for breeding, but when they are attacked by demons and wild beasts, they don't go all the way. Inevitably, something called eggs becomes very expensive. It's a true luxury to see if ordinary people can mouth it a few times in their lifetime, such as Madeleine or a treat made with eggs that I said cake.

When the maid pours it from the pot into the cup, the gorgeous sweet aroma spreads. Apparently it's tea, but it's also a luxury item. Common people typically drink tea like herbal tea dried with vanilla or weed. Tea, which takes time to ferment, is expensive for that matter, and even if it is not about eggs, it is not as expensive as the common people usually drink.

Don't make me look wealthy, Count.

"No, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It's been a bit of a hassle. Long time no see, Lord Dantes.

That's what I said. It was a beautiful man with long hair glasses who came into the reception room.

Like good-looking on the rich! Blow it up, you winner!!