The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start o

Deputy guild chief Russia taught me calmly and politely the recklessness of rushing adventurers receiving multiple requests at the same time and how many do not die and retire before fulfilling five crusade-based requests.

"Even if you're somewhat of an arm, unfortunately we don't know how to prove it. First, we want you to build up the tricks and track record and show that we have the strength to safely entrust you with the request."

A man is weak on a kind beauty. Well, I get the story. I know, but I think it's a waste of time, or inefficiency, to go back and forth like this to get low-rank requests with low rewards.

"It's no problem to take more than one at the same time as long as you show strength. You're saying no now because they think I don't have the strength, right?

Oh, what did I say? It's usually me, and it can be me in public.

"You can accept that."

Nicoli, and Mr. Lassia. In summary, have you finally figured it out, this mutton fish, is. But when you say it with a nice smile, it's the sadness of a man to be okay with whatever he says in his heart.

"Okay, one or two things that seem easy for now. Are you sure you want to come back for the rest, and then again if you still have a request, in the form of taking it on the spot?

"... yeah, I don't mind"

There was a little while, I guess, because I thought about what I meant. And I thought there was no particular problem, or so I replied.

I got two things: "Graywolf Crusade" and "Herb Collection". Ms Lassia did not pinch her opinion, so she was allowed to take two cases at the same time without any problems.

"Oh, Mr. Deputy Guild Manager. Let me ask you something, I'm F-ranked, but if you had evidence that you crusaded Wyburn, for example, would you get a request and get paid for it?

Trupe, the receptionist, said, "Huh?" And when she had revealed herself, Mr. Lassia tilted her face as if she were in a little trouble.

"That's... that's hard. If you hear that someone who hasn't even taken it has taken it after fulfilling the request, you may rely on the client to offer a reward. The Wyburn analogy you put out will also tell you about the adventurer who defeated it. Because the rule is that you can't get a B-rank request in F-rank."

Are you saying that the client is more likely not to reward you for something or a reason? Okay, then there's no choice.

"Okay. Thank you very much."

When I thanked him, Mr. Lassia returned to thank me. After a long time of dropping off that beautiful hindsight, I went through the request process from the receptionist and heard one thing.

"Apart from the request, there's a demolition site for Warcraft or something, right?

"Yeah...... We're buying materials as well as dismantling the warcraft we brought in."

Trupe says with a frigid face. For her, I may have been certified as a troublesome adventurer. Well, look, I didn't love this guy originally.

Change of place, behind the front floor right hand side of the Adventurer Guild, there is a dismantling field.

The dismantling yard in the back is as large as a warehouse, a place for adventurers who can't dismantle themselves to have them dismantled for a fee. We're doing a carry-on demolition, so if you look inside, you'll be able to see all kinds of warcraft and beasts (but corpses). Is there a slight smell of blood that is difficult for people who are unfamiliar with it?

I decided to sell off Wyburn material. I can't help but have Wyburn material than I can't get a B-rank request. Suspected F-Rank hunted Wyburn? What, you just have to tell me you brought it in on behalf of the one you hunted at the party.

Next to the entrance to the demolition yard, there is a point of contact for purchasing materials. What was there was a man with glasses, a mediocre face such as clerical duties. Note that I have an apron but it may have traces of blood on it......

"Hi, I would like to buy some materials"

"Go ahead.... what's the thing?

This guy doesn't have any affection either, but he feels like he's moving on with his work lightly. Dismantling and doing it on a daily basis makes you an untouched person or something.

"He's a little big."

It's Wyburn, I was a little embarrassed to say. Because right now, I'm playing the f-rank de amateur wizard.

"... well. This."

The glasses clerk observes seriously the nails and scales I put down, although the expression did not change.

"Lizard...... no, this is Wyburn, right? Well, that was a surprisingly quick crusade."

Raise your voice of emotion, but your expression doesn't move without emotion.

"Were you the one who set you up?

"Yeah, well."

Officials didn't see me better. Six lined nails and scales - they're going to be about three armor suits - and some Wyburn teeth. When an official takes a notebook like the one behind the counter, he assesses it with his eyes running over it.

In addition, the materials and their respective assessment ranks and amounts will be written down in a paper - purchase assessment.

Purchases, 9057 Gerd in total.... uh, this.

Kind of unexpectedly expensive. No, that's a B-rank-designated Wyburn, so I don't know if I can get the material bought high.

Er, if it's indeed a request, the reward is 20,000 gelds... From that size, less than a third of what I brought in. Did the nails and teeth rate high?... hey, is 20,000 of that request actually a pretty cheap amount?

"It's the material you brought in."

The male employee said pale.

"Very good condition. Especially the scales are beautifully peeled and free from cuts and scratches. Probably didn't get the scratched area."

"Hi."

"If this amount is okay, sign it."

I'll borrow a blade pen and sign the assessment document. When the male employee similarly signed, he looked back and raised his voice.

"Peano, it's gold! Gold coins!"

It was an unimaginable shout from the faint tone earlier. Unexpectedly I looked back, and the adventurers at the floor rest area seemed to hear that voice, and I've turned my gaze to this one.... I'm getting a bad feeling.

"I'm sorry. Because I haven't bought enough at this desk to send out a bundle of gold coins."

Pale glasses officials said, putting nine gold coins on the counter. And when I stopped my hand trying to line up the copper coins, I put out one piece of silver coin and rewrote 9100 Gerd when I drew a correction line on the assessment amount.

43 Gerd, I got extra. Probably had trouble counting 57 copper coins side by side. This kind of place was different from the Japanese, foreign, no. It was a tendency for people from different worlds.

If I could get a B-rank request, I would have gotten 20,000 guerds in addition to the money I sold the material for... well, let's hope they buy it for a good amount. Not bad as a slip out.

I leave the Adventurer Alliance with Belle, who is as dear as the cat I've borrowed. For once, I have to fulfill my request.

Speaking of which, Mr. Bell, you barely spoke.

"What, you wanted me to talk?

Hmm, Mr. Bell said.

"There's nothing special about Oyla talking at the desk, is there?

More than that, Mr. Bell looked back.

"Something's going on. Something's going on."

"... oh, it's probably me. I have the gold right now."

The guild entrance floor has a lounge and the dismantling desk is close. I guess I heard that Mr. Eyeglasses had a loud, expensive purchase.

"Well, what's up"

A so-called novice aiming wanderlust adventurer? You're an adventurer who's having trouble eating and trying to run around robbing people to steal money.... Sometimes you're there, there's a villain collapse running into extortion and violence.

I have no choice but to avoid the street and enter a narrow alley. Seeing him enter a place of indifference, the trackers have packed the distance at once.

"Oh well, the end!

"Jin, can you act a little better?

There was a penetration from Mr. Bell into too many bar readings.