Chapter 478 – Traces and Records (9)
Next day.
Arriving in Sargadis, I went to the research institute first without stopping by.
The researchers, who had been making a fuss at the appearance of a madman with a huge ax strapped to his back, heated up when I showed them the troll’s double ax and Dana’s handwritten letter.
“A ruin that has never been discovered?”
“Business trip! This is my first business trip since being appointed!”
“Keeeee!!!”
They, who are self-proclaimed salary lupines, also showed their enthusiasm when performance = increase in next year’s salary = bonus.
Well, if you don’t like business trips, you usually can’t be an archaeologist.
“It will be a long-term outing of at least one month. I will give you time to tell my family. However, we will be leaving tomorrow, so if you are in trouble, now–“
“No one is in trouble! Right?!”
“Can’t we just leave right now?”
“… I also have a schedule. Haha.”
Even if you are not in such a hurry, no one will steal your performance.
Researchers at Dana’s research lab hurriedly organized the things they were researching, how about storing this or preparing for theft, and making a fuss about calling an adventurer team for tomorrow’s journey, and I sneaked out of them.
“You seem to be quite enthusiastic. Are you really lazy scholars?”
Our Goddess, who came as an escort and teleport machine for her partner, Shanks, smiled while waiting boredly.
“Idleness is relative. There are very few people who are lazy about doing what they love.”
It would be hard to laugh at the point of view of academics that what they like is performance, not research.
Isn’t that what all jobs are for fame? I asked, turning my arms around.
“Next time, I’ll stop by the wizard guild.”
“Ugh.”
The target she spoke to was Tirsi, the last member of the party.
In fact, it was me who was talking to him consciously so as not to create an awkward atmosphere this morning. Honestly, isn’t it a fact that a man who received her goddaughter from her beauty can’t say he doesn’t like it?
It can be said that he is appealing to our mage that he does not have to be conscious of me and keep his distance.
“Huh… You can go to the guild a little later…”
Efforts were worthwhile, and there was no awkward atmosphere with Tirsi. Tyrsi began to tremble as if she did not want to go back to the series of truancy. I feel sorry for myself too.
And although this is a nobleman, the attitude of not caring about yesterday is not very good.
Be conscious of each other, but don’t be shy.
What is the difficulty of this subtle distance control? Talking only hurts my mouth.
‘But isn’t it worse to be late with an apology for making a mistake?’
Considering how a soldier who made a report while on vacation was treated as shit in his days as a military barrister, wouldn’t it be best to avoid the evaluation of ‘I came back a long time ago, but I did something else’.
But she said she didn’t like Tirsi and said, ‘Hey! Unexpectedly absent from work, you bastard! Just take a look at the taste of private sex!’ It was too hard for a pure and kind hearted person like me.
So we stopped by Clara’s forge first.
“What the fuck.”
Even though it was well past business hours, I had to stop and open my mouth when I saw the store closed.
“This is my hair… Is it a mess?”
“Hmm. It seems to be temporarily closed.”
For a moment, ‘Shouldn’t the business have gone bankrupt? But then my ring?
Shutdown? The lady who worked even in the middle of winter?
Veronica grabbed her plate and read it with one eye.
“Let’s see… ‘Because of a request for business support from the Blacksmith Guild, I will be away for a few days. For those of you who have business at the blacksmith’s, please come to the guild and we will solve it’, he said.”
“Even private small businesses are mobilized? Did something happen?”
I twisted my head.
Again, our metal master, Clara Ajimae, is a severe iron bug who gets hives when she touches non-metal blacksmith items. And the fact that Clara accepted the job must mean that it was in the metallurgical side.
But here’s a well-known fact.
‘In another world, metals are not treated well except for rare metals that contain mana.’
No matter how great a craftsman, there is nothing worth calling the owner of a shop that sells stamps.
Most likely, the guild will digest it on its own. Did you come to a job that is so urgent and plentiful that you have to scrape together a living without real livelihood? Where did that happen in early spring?
I was beaten thinking about that.
“I don’t know, but if you’re busy enough to leave in the morning, you’ll have to wait if you visit now. Let’s say I’m going to Clara around lunchtime… Hmm. I’m sorry, Tyrsi.”
“Eheh, hehe… You can’t run away, you can’t run away, you can’t run away, you can’t run away… “
Tirshi, who tried to put off taking care of his absenteeism even for a moment, lost his mentality when reality ran directly towards him.
I feel sorry for everyone who sees it and I’m sorry, but there is no paradise where you run away and reach. That’s how I went to the wizard guild with Tyrsi and Veronica, who were being dragged to the execution site.
“Welcome to. The branch manager is waiting for you.”
It’s just that people don’t leave our party alone here, so how can we not say that the world’s public sentiment is so fierce? Anyway, this fucking other world has no affection, Jeongi.
I erased my embarrassed expression and asked.
“Are you talking about the branch manager? Not Mr. Cromwell?”
“Yes.”
“… Did you ask Tyrsi to come too?”
“Yes.”
The guide’s short answer was, “I’m sorry, but don’t ask me.”
Her impression was strong that it was a kind of fear rather than negligence on her part.
In other words, the feeling that it is difficult to get entangled with a boss you have never met and don’t know what kind of personality you have.
Anyway, the branch manager. I was starting to get a little nervous.
The person who conducts external activities as the representative of the wizard guild is Buzzrude Cromwell, a gray-haired wizard with the title of ‘Sorcerer’. I had never even heard of the kind of person the branch manager was.
Wasn’t that the first time I heard Tu’s story, ‘It’s hard to sing separately because I’m busy’ when I was looking for
“Well, what kind of person is the branch manager?”
“I don’t know because I’ve met them from far away.”
I was concerned about what kind of person he was, so I asked him, but this time, that was all the answer to the question.
Well, it was perfectly normal. When I was at Carmine University, if I had asked what the dean of Neg was like, he would have been consistent with Mola Lehu. This was not the guide’s fault.
─It rattles.
And now Tyrsi was wearing only underwear and trembling like a gladiator thrown into a lion’s den.
I feel worried that I will be assigned to a secluded branch like a hole-in-the-wall shop and live my whole life making potions for athlete’s foot with grandparents in the neighborhood. It’s a worthy situation.
“Welcome to. See you last time and see you again.”
When I entered the place I was guided to, Cromwell was dressed up and waiting for me.
From then on, my nervousness skyrocketed, because the nobleman, who had been wearing loosely every day as if he was asking what the fuck was wrong with his life, was wearing a robe that looked like he had spent some money on it.
It’s not even sitting and waiting. Stand behind the chair.
What does this mean? In other words, this is a public place.
I looked sideways at the majestic head of state.
‘2?’
First of all, one chair must belong to the branch manager.
‘Then who’s got the other one?’
I couldn’t believe it was me.
Haven’t you done anything good lately? I also heard that the big incident in Alwyn was that the wives got their medals and whatnot while I passed out. It’s not something they’ll take care of.
‘The crucial thing is that the chair facing Cromwell is relatively frugal.’
In other words, wouldn’t this mean that a distinguished guest with more authority than the branch manager is coming!
It was something the VIP could not have thought of as me.
Regardless of the personal character of the branch manager, there is also the prestige of the wizard guild. By the way, do you have a foreign adventurer seated in the high table? Hmm well? Honestly, isn’t the king ability low?
It doesn’t make sense, but honestly, my social reputation is low compared to my specs.
“Isn’t that on your shoulder a familiar from
Fortunately, it was Cromwell who pointed to my shoulder and asked in a friendly way whether he had summoned me to execute me socially.
For reference, the ‘that’ he was referring to was Veronica who had transformed into a bird.
The problem of not having an ID was continuing the trolling until here. I broke out in a cold sweat with a smile on my face.
‘Oh, what a fucking joke.’
You’re not going to be caught by Cromwell or the branch manager, are you?
Yem disease. Did I really think that I would have a samba-samba with Cromwell or a higher-ranking wizard in the guild who came to see Tirsi off and buy some items? Heart tremble.
“Heh, yes. Something similar He’s like a pet. You have no idea how fresh and cute you are.”
Haha! Looks like it. May I touch you too?”
“Nope.”
“Uh… Heck, yes sorry.”
Where to take advantage of the confusion to sexually harass her other person’s wife. Mr. Pak.
Thankfully, he didn’t notice, so let’s see. If I had known that, I would have unleashed the wild druid’s power and almost buried it without even a mouse or a bird knowing.
“By the way, may I ask what the hell is going on?”
“Since the branch manager is also here, it would be quicker to hear it in person. Today, I am also here as a secretary.”
Give me a fucking tip.
No, isn’t it? If it was a big deal, I would have given you a real tip first. Conversely, it may be a big enough case that you have to think about losing your hand, but I don’t think there’s any chance of getting involved in something like that.
-Smart.
Just as I was thinking of it as an elite cataclysm, someone knocked on the door.
“May I come in?”
“Yes. Mr. Nord is also here.”
At Cromwell’s reply, the door opened and someone entered. I was wringing my hair out at the unfamiliar voice, unable to even sit down, but the person who appeared like that was an elf I knew.
“Mr Hotulusil?”
“Long time no see. I’m sorry I couldn’t go to the wedding.”
The elf who spoke naturally was wearing a silk hat even though he was indoors.
I almost asked him, ‘Did Mr. Ajo also be called in for work?’, But fortunately it didn’t come out. It was because my gaze checked his hidden pigtail and then looked around at the outfit.
‘Det?’
It was a robe decorated with white cloth. It was clothes that could easily get dirty, giving off the feeling of being a wizard to anyone.
In another world, clothes that are easy to get dirty are one of the colors that imply self-authority. There is a subtly tendency to wear it if there is someone to do the laundry for, or someone who can quickly get rid of it with magic.
But what about a classy white robe that makes you feel like you can’t even eat ramen because the soup is going to splash?
It might be a cheap robe like Tirsi, but it doesn’t suit a farmer with a lot of land.
And when he naturally went to the place where Cromwell was standing and sat down, I became convinced that from now on I should be suspicious of people from other worlds I’m seeing for the first time.
It was a strange thing when you think about it.
Hotulusil is an elf.
He looks old, so it’s not strange that he’s a wizard with enough skills to cover the cultivation of that vast farmland by himself.
However, if the world’s farmers solve all agricultural fertilizers and pests with one magic, how can a potion alchemist like Tyrsi sell potions?
I still remember him vividly as he sprinkled magic to restore intelligence on farmland like rain.
And the fact that an elven mage of such skill settled down in an obscure place like Sargadis is a bit awkward for no reason.
If you can afford it, you can spend more money to hire people and cultivate a much bigger farmland. Isn’t it easier for a company with many subordinates to go public than a company that has a one-man show with a proud president alone?
If farming wasn’t really just a hobby, Hotulusil would have a reason to stay in Sargadis.
And probably the answer is both.
As he said when he gave me the
Could it be that the reason why he did not subdue the unicorn warlock was to defend the territory and farmland? He couldn’t even drain all the power out of the city.
“I am Hotulusil Chartejin, the head of the Sargadis branch of the Wizards Guild.”
Hotulusil, who took off her hat to reveal her shining head, spoke chicly but nonchalantly.
“It’s nice to see you again. Are you still not interested in farming?”
Haha… Right what.”
I went and sat down as he roughly pointed out, sorting out the confusion.
Tirshi hesitated, thinking what to do with me, and quickly sat down when Hotulusil raised his eyebrows. The authority of a former nobleman is nowhere to be found. He’s a very cute person
“Um… Can I sit here?”
It was then. As Hotulusil opens and closes the door he came in, he looks weak and paranoid… To put it bluntly, a man who seemed like a musician who was well suited to writing music in the room entered the room.
Dressed in plain clothes, he looked roughly in his 20s or 30s. If you saw him in modern times, you would have thought of him as a part-timer obsessed with art.
That’s why, when he sat down on a chair that was more brazen than the one in Hotulusil and looked at me, I had to be truly grateful for the sudden appearance of that pigtail elf.
If Hotulusil hadn’t appeared a step ahead of me and given me time to tighten my expression muscles, saliva might have flowed from my wide-open mouth by now.
“Ah, I should introduce myself.”
The man, who seemed to fit very well with the smell of paint, lowered his head and said.
“This is George Granada Ernest Britannia. Please call me George.”
Fuck amy You are a prince.
