What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

"Heh!

In front of my screaming eyes, a man with a tremendously muscular gripping face is arm-wrapping.

The man's probably, like, an exposed maniac.

He wears a leather bikini underneath, and a leather belt wrapped around his upper body that means something.

A man who is so prestigious and unashamed to expose the beach k must be an exposure freak.

Kimoi, while I try not to get stuffed by exposed maniacs,

"I can't believe you're botched with eight silvers. Reduce the price. How about a silver bar?"

and looming.

Exposure fanatics are:

"Hmm."

and exhale from your nose,

"But this is a decision to make."

"Change it. Bye. Transform. Reform. Let Osama be the forerunner of the times."

"I'm not named Osama"

"No, nobody said your name was Osama. I just called him Osama because he's Osama."

"I'm not Osama"

"Bye, Nissan"

And when I changed the way I called it, the exposed maniac blushed just a little bit.

So I added,

"Brother."

I called it.

Then the exposed maniac's cheeks loosened.

Another push?

"Hey, brother."

I was deliberately familiar and narrowed my distance from exposed maniacs just a little bit.

Kisangani, well, I can't stand it.

"Of the Warrior Alliance, what is it? Was it a novice accommodation? of seven days. It's not just the Warrior Alliance, is it? Every guild is eight-silver, right? Is that rigging? That kind of thing, it's old. Structural reform, structural reform. You know what? My brother here, I have to change it to Byrne. Dawn and the price are lowered, and the new entrants' hurdles are lowered. By doing so, new blood keeps coming into the industry and revitalizing it. Competitiveness, competitiveness. I knew I had to incise you. Let's wind it up. Hey, brother?

"No, but..."

"But he said there was no fault. Now's your chance. If you're going to do it, you have to do it now. Eight silver? That's crazy. - Silver? Fine. Okay. We gotta get out of here. With a voice from my brother's crane. He said he could do it. He said he could change the world."

"But..."

"Don't get lost. If you get lost, you put him in a changing world. Okay, so."

"Yes, no... no, wait, bro"

The exposed maniac put his big, thick right hand forward and rubbed his temples between his eyebrows with his left hand.

Who's the brother? Exposure maniac.

"... no, brother. After all, the prescribed fee is not something I can change in one place. If you do that, there will be order to be preserved…"

"Is order more important than revolution, brother?"

"There's a face, brother."

"Enough. I'm not asking you to."

I turned my back on the exposed maniac and jumped out of the Warrior Alliance building.

"... damn. Now we can't have the Dark Knight Alliance with the Holy Knight Alliance, the Hunter Alliance, or the Warrior Alliance. I can't believe all the guilds and all the bronze coins. Fuck you."

I walk the South Side of Altana.

Walk fast.

Walk around.

The South Side is home to warrior guilds and craftsmen like blacksmiths, tanneries, weavers, garment artisans, masons, and carpenters who have just gone to the South Side, and the offices of the Yoshiyoshi Corps Red Moon are also in the South Side.

In the North Side there is the Border Command Headquarters, a large market where you are likely to find anything if you look for it, a garden street with lodgings near the market, a drinking district named Yokocho Sky, and then the Temple of Lumiaris, where the Clerical and Holy Knight Guilds are among them, and the Hunter Guild.

The skyscraper that separates the North and South Districts is the tall, splendid building that soars in the heart of Altana. Garan Vedoy, a frontier uncle also known as the Lords of Altana and Frontier King, lives here.

In front of the observation tower is a square, and the market is near it.

On the eastern edge is fun, such as a quiet luxury residential neighborhood, dubbed East Town. The Wizard Guild is in this East Town.

On the other side, to the west, is a cluttered and dirty ghetto. West Town has a Bandit Alliance and a Dark Knight Alliance.

Surrounded all the way by the walls, Altana is never a big city.

Or narrow.

Except for East Town, we all live in the same neighborhood, but it won't be that big of a deal.

Because it's hard to get out and secure a place to live.

Why, thank you. We humans seem to be somewhat weak.

Outside the walls, creatures like non-human races, like monsters, seem to favor their breadth.

We humans seem to be just like this alterna and all that's left to do is snap into some forts, yo-yo bugs.

Well, to the south of Altana, there's a very high and steep Tianlong Mountains, and beyond that, there's the kingdom of the humans.

The name of the kingdom is Alabakia.

They treat Altana like that outpost, that's what they do.

So for humans, beyond the Tenryu Mountains is the "mainland" and this side is the "periphery".

The task of the Altana-based Border Army is to extend human control on the border, so the positioning of the Yoshiyoshi Corps Red Moon seems to be in places like its separate task force or the Independent Fools.

I'm one of those apprentices. In the meantime, so far.

"Alliance, guild, or..."

My foot, whining, was headed towards nature and the sky.

The sun is already beginning to set, and the sky Yokocho, arguably the only platter in Altana, is showing quite a bit of buzz.

I laid eyes on a liquor store.

It was an openly luxurious, seemingly expensive store behind Yokocho Sky.

In gold letters, Barnes Club, there is.

I walked into the store.

"Welcome"

And a man with a black jacket, a red scarf around his neck, pants like white tights, looking classy, or a classy moustache, greeted me.

Waiter or something.

The moustache man sits back slightly, smiles and gently hands down.

What the fuck?

I don't know, but I smiled and slapped the moustache man in the palm with my own hand, Pong.

"... what?

The moustache guy, I don't know why, but he seems flashy.

Whatever, I went inside the store.

"Customer!

the moustache man coming after me,

"From, from, from. Never mind."

And appropriately, I look around the store.

On the wall, what's a painting? On the ceiling, vibrant decorative lamps. On the floor, carpet.

It's a couch with embroidery. It's a heavy table lined up, and the dressed ladies, the men, they drink, they eat something, they talk.

Wherever you look at it, it's a fancy store.

I sat back on the sofa I was on, and to the moustache man I followed without punishment,

"In the meantime, yeah, booze, bring it. Good one."

"No, so, sir."

"Bring it to me quickly."

"But"

"Whoa."

And, with a liquor cup in his hand, a man wearing tufted fabric clothes walked over. I'm hanging a sword on my hips. Good physique.

Are you a prostitute?

No, you're not.

"Since when does this store get into prostitute service?"

The man looks down at me with a mocking look on his face. It's like a mockery, or an attitude of complete mockery.

Uncomfortable.

but even if you stick around, it would be counterproductive for these guys.

"From now on."

I loosely put my legs together and turned my arms around the back of the couch.

"By the way, what about you?

The man closed his eyes softly.

"You don't seem to know how to speak."

"Sort of. Let me know if you like."

"What is that? You're selling fights?

"Absolutely."

I shrug my shoulders.

"I'm serious. No way, it's not the fashion here to slap a kid you don't even know right or left, is it? You don't look like that kind of savage."

"Naturally."

With that said, the guy looks a little confused.

My reaction is against a man's expectations and I'm not sure what to do.

Is that the place?

"This isn't the kind of shop where prostitutes come, is it?"

I'll look around the store again.

The women are customer service clerks, and the men are customers?

Most of them are eager to hear me interact with a man.

But the ladies in this store look amazing. My chest isn't just wide open, I have a slit in my skirt and I can even see it at the base of my leg. Besides, it's just beautiful.

"Nice view."

"You went in without knowing, you."

"Oh. I looked around and went into the store that seemed like the best"

"I'm kidding."

The man laughs, ha. It's a bitter laugh, but I don't feel hostile.

"Um, Antony..."

And, the moustache man tries to pinch his mouth.

The man called Antony,

"Not today. Take him with me."

I said and lowered the moustache man and sat next to me.

"I'm Antony. This is Antony Justin. He belongs to the First Brigade Warriors Regiment of the Border Army. You're not prostitutes, you're regular soldiers."

"I'm Kisaragi. Greetings, Antony."

"You're a busy lad."

"Not really. I just don't know how to be polite."

"You can tell me what you want."

"One of these days, please, Antony"

"You…"

Antony has a tour.

I'm angry, but it would be weirder to make a man with a greater amount of room than to butch him, and he'd be hot on a woman, too, or something like that.

This guy's not really a big vessel person. It's a trinket that wants to hit the big guy.

You can let him hit the big guy at best.

The liquor was brought in.

A glass close to colorless and clear is filled with brown liquid. The quantity is small.

I just tried to puff it in my mouth for a little bit, and I almost coughed up.

I can handle it and drink it little by little so it melts.

"What's up?"

Antony says with a mean look in his eyes.

"That's not a bad distiller. Wouldn't that be good?

"Fair enough."

I made him laugh.

This is good, huh?

Shit, that's not good.

Or something like this, good or bad, it's a problem before that. One more sip and you'll fall for sure.

I asked for it in the atmosphere, but I don't drink alcohol. Mostly, have you ever had a drink, me?

I don't think so.

I can't tell you for sure because I can't think of it.

"Well, taste it well. This might be the last time you can have such a good drink in this shop."

When Antony gave him a laugh, some of the guests and customer service women around him also laughed to hang on.

When I pretended to be calm and shut up, Antony put a glass on the table,

"Look, Xaragi. You don't seem to know anything, so I'll tell you. Prostitutes are nothing but pieces, disposable pawns. Some of the prostitutes are well-known. They make us a good pillar for the Regular Army at best."

"But this is the border, isn't it? For the mainland, the border troops are disposable pawns, right?"

"Don't slap your mouth like you found out, you brave prostitute. The rotten weak of the mainland have no courage, no ambition, no pride. We are the best of the humans. All you mainland fools have to do is work as a carriage horse to send us supplies. That's all they can do, you inert incompetents! Hey, you bet!

When Antony spoke, many responded loudly.

I don't know, does the Tenryu Mountains, also visible from Altana, not completely separate the border from the mainland?

Well, it's a natural story.

If we had been separated, we wouldn't have been able to break into the border from the mainland.

I'm sure there's something about it, other than crossing the mountain.

"Drink, Xaragi"

Antony grabbed my shoulder.

"At any rate, a prostitute like you, will die soon. You were lucky today. If I don't show my membership, I'm not supposed to be in this store. And you can't be a member of this store, you brave prostitute. With all the memories I've had in this store, you die. But before you die, kill about one of the orcs. You could do that kind of work, too. Looks like he's got a lot of nerve."

"Oak."

I grabbed a glass and put my mouth on it and pretended to drink.

"I'll try, Antony."

"Right, right. Hang in there, prostitute. Hey, guys!

Antony raised the glass.

"You'll die tomorrow too, here's to this young prostitute!

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!" "Cheers!

"Cheers!" "Cheers! Cheers!

"Cheers!" "Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!

"Cheers...!

The soldiers drink and hold the women.

There are those who speak up.

Some pull on the dress, polorize the chest of the woman who was originally about to spill, and get their hands clasped.

Some came all the way to me and spoke up.

"Die now, prostitute."

"When you die, have it burned properly. If you don't, the curse of the Immortal King will make you a zombie."

"Let me teach you how to die easy, prostitute. Whatever, I hope you're laughing when you die. I've never heard of a dead one, so I don't know if it's true."

"Come back if you screw me, prostitute. I'll buy you a drink. Can't you do that?"

"You can only die, brave men."

"Die because you can't do it, so you mean you can't do it, prostitute."

"Die tomorrow."

"Die today."

"You can die here now. Nobody cares if the prostitutes screw up."

"Cheers!"

"To the unusual and worthless death of a prostitute!

"Cheers!

"Cheers!"

You geez bastards.

I hammered appropriately and Antony was gone, so I headed straight for the exit.

Then came the moustache man, with a picturesque attitude of disrespect.

"Please bill me, prostitute which"

"... how much is it?"

"In conjunction with your seat, you will receive five silvers"

"Five..."

Nine silver coins, nine silver coins, and eighty copper coins, eighty capers, are included in the leather bags that Bri received. Twenty capers were used for eating at the market or something.

Five silver, because...?

Altana has a lot of things called guilds.

At last, it's like a trade union, and other than the guild subscribers, no blacksmiths, no tanneries, no carpenters can do the job heterogeneously.

I don't think it would be a problem to trade things in a little outdoor shop or stall, but when it's a bread hobby with new weapons, they have a guild.

When you don't get into the guild and work, they say the guild folks are coming after you or crushing you in the exercise of your strength.

So, the guild, but there are also guilds of "professions" such as being wizards of warriors.

A warrior's guild teaches subscribers how to handle swords and things, and a wizard's guild, how to use magic.

And he decides to go out the door, and he has a monopoly on technology.

So prostitutes are supposed to join some kind of guild and wear the fighting spreader is the norm, or else things will be useless.

In fact, strawberries entered the cleric guild and Momohina the wizard guild. I mean, I made up my mind about the guild they're going in.

I didn't mean to belong to some guild myself.

If all guilds weren't in botched shape demanding eight silvers from those wishing to join, they would already be in.

'Cause you're too expensive. I don't know about eight silver. You were too kidding about getting ten silvers and eight of them flying at the cost of guild membership.

How expensive is eight silver to get into the guild, but about the seats, I just ordered a glass of booze, five silver?

"Wait a minute, you..."

I tried to protest, but I realized that behind the moustache guy, there were two guys with daggers that were so gay and stripped.

The outfit is a carefree thing that's not so different from a moustache guy, but obviously they have different roles.

I'm not a waiter. It's a stick of caution.

My eyes, they suck.

It's cold, cloudy, and I've killed ten or twenty people, like, viciously inhospitable, with a dull glow.

I sighed. Five pieces of silver coins out of the leather bag are released onto the floor, and in a great hurry, they leave the store without looking back. Shit.

Shit.

Damn.

Fuck off.

Humiliation.

What's the Barnes Club?

Membership.

What is the Regular Army?

A soldier.

Lick it. They're trying to make me feel better.

Absolutely, I'll pay you back. I'll look down on you.

Look at it now. I'm going to be a prostitute. Light and far beyond the realm of a prostitute. I'm going to be a hero, like I'm going to be a storyteller. I'm going to be a big hero. I'll laugh at those guys with my nose. Finally, I'll make a mess of money and buy you that store. Those moustache men, caution sticks, women, I'll use them with my chin. Look at that, motherfuckers.

I stopped right through the sky.

Take the leather bag out of your pocket.

I didn't feel like checking inside.

"... but I don't have enough money to get into the guild. What shall we do?"