"Is it Ray?"

　As soon as two men appear in front of Ray and Sett, who are leaving the inn and heading for the guild as usual, they ask.
　In a tone of confirmation, there was a light of conviction in the men's eyes that Ray was the man of their end.
　for he was an adventurer with a Gryphon, and he could not have mistaken it.
　A set of Gryphons eating skewers, comfortably acclimating the back of their throat.Ray nods to the two people who look away from her.

"Oh,"

　When Ray nods, the two have some kind of conversation with each other and reopen their mouths.

"Mr. Bornter of the Azot Chamber calls for you.Follow me."

　A warrior in his thirties tells me that he is a leader...

"No,"

　Ray says so without hesitation.

"What!"

　"As expected, the response was unexpected, and the men were disappointed."
　That's probably the case.The men are employed by some of the most prominent merchants in the town of Gilmoo and in the general manager of arms stores.Regardless of whether this is an ordinary town or not, the remote town of Gilm naturally has a large number of adventurers.and that is why there are so many arms dealers for their adventurers to use.I didn't think I would refuse a call from such a person without asking.

"That's all I have to do, then I'll let you go."

　When Ray saw the men's movements stopped at the unexpected answer, he passed by with Seto...

"Wait! Do you know who Mr. Bornter is?"
"Oh, I mean, you just said you were the Azot-merchandise."
"Yes! Then you know what happens if you turn down a call from such a person!"
"That may be said.I was called out to the barony yesterday, but the gatekeeper turned me back.Why do you have to answer his calls so many times?"
"...what?"

　The men were dumbfounded by Ray's words.half as expected, and gloating inwardly, leaving the men there.But...

"Wait a minute, I am certainly in a bad way about it.I called him out and acted rude.I'm sorry."

　I couldn't ignore him when I saw him bow deeply.

(...it was a little unexpected.I had heard that he was the type to force his demands in the face of his privileged position, whether it be Azot or Bornter.)

　Stop and breathe without thinking.If he had once again been high-handed, he would have ignored him and made his way to the guild.Ray would obviously be the worse man if he had left here a man who was much older than himself, apparently better equipped.

"Why, Mr. Galla pigeon, you don't have to bow to such a hungry man!"

　said one of the men, flusteredly, when he saw the leader of the group -- the Galah dove -- bowing."I called him out, and the gatekeeper drove him away without telling him whether he was there or No.In this case, obviously, it's my fault, so it's only natural to apologize."
"It's not that Mr. Gara pigeon is to blame, but those gatekeepers... oh, you! Do you know what this man is like? It's Mr. Gara pigeon, the Rank B adventurer.Don't make him bow forever!"

　He probably thought it was no use saying anything more.The adventurer, speaking to Gala pigeon, glares at Ray as if he were glaring at him.

"Murt! I'm inviting you, so show me the right attitude!"
"But!"

　Harbard's man -- Murt -- who was reflexively ready to say something to Gala pigeon's reprimand, but then clapped his tongue and looked away.

"I am sorry to bother you so often.If it's convenient for you, could you come with me now?I promise I won't make you feel as uncomfortable as yesterday."
"Grull?"

　"What are you going to do?" he said, caressing Seto's back, and then exhaling.

"All right. Why don't you say no when you've been told that?"

(Only a man called Mult would have refused at once, and not done anything useless... I never thought he had been on the unpopular Azot Chamber.After all, it's not good to judge everything based on rumors.and the bad reputation of a man called Bornter may not be a rumour. In that sense, it would be a good idea to see him properly.)

"Oh, that's a relief.Then, I'll show you right away.Follow me."

　Murt, Ray and Sett follow Gala pigeon, who walks with a smile and leads everyone.

"Well, Mr. Gala pigeon stopped this time, so I'll leave it here.You'll soon be crushed if you're making merry about it because you've become a little famous, for not every adventurer is just a man with a deep pockets like Mr. Galahat."

　While walking, Murt calls out to Ray, who seems to be dissatisfied with the fact that the man he admires bowed to such a child, and he looks at Ray with discontent.

"If the Azot Chamber had handled it properly yesterday, this would not have happened.Isn't it unreasonable for you to blame me?"
"Ah!?"

　Murt glares at me when he hears it...

"Murt!"

　He was immediately reprimanded by Gala pigeons, who were leading the way, and ended his spear.

(I see, this mult doesn't make a man's head for a Gala pigeon.I don't know if it's because of trust or admiration.)

　muttering in private, he followed the Gara pigeons, and then reentered the aristocratic quarter, where he had just arrived yesterday.
　and as I walked through the barony as yesterday, I saw several adventurers walking in front of me. . . .

"What!"

　Rather than a group of Gala pigeons... or rather a group of Gala pigeons, they look at the set and settle for a moment, but they breathe out a sighs of relief.

"Well, Mr. Gara pigeon, that Gryphon is a rumour in town, isn't it? I mean, you know, yesterday's..."The man called out to Gala pigeon, who was walking at the head of the party, and soon noticed a familiar face.for it was the face I saw in this neighborhood yesterday.

"What, priest, do you want to go to the Azot Chamber again to-day?"

　Ray finally remembers who the men were standing in front of him.

"I think I saw you around here yesterday..."
"Oh, no, wait, is the presence of the Gryphon, by any chance, an adventurer who has recently been rumored to be a priest?"
"I can imagine what kind of rumor it is, but that's probably not the case.You seem to be quite different from yesterday?''said he.

　The men I met here yesterday were all dressed in leather armor dyed green.But what is in front of him now is a metal armour or cloak.k.a. cloak.Some men wear leather armor, but no one wears leather armor dyed green yesterday.
　He must have noticed Ray's gaze.The man opened his mouth with a wry smile.

"That equipment was prepared by the man where I was employed.He seemed to have longed for some sort of knighthood, and it was a contract that he would wear a full set of armor while he was employed."
"I don't think so now?"
"Well, my contract ended yesterday, so I can use my own equipment from today."
"Ray, do you know these people?"

　Gala pigeon asks about the couple's casual conversation, but before Ray says anything, the man opens his mouth.

"I'm not particularly close to you.I was only asked where Mr. Bornter's house was when I was on the lookout here yesterday."
"Well... I'm sorry."
"What? Why are you apologizing?"

　A man who suddenly bowed his head to a small pigeon is bewildered.

"No, actually, Ray came to Mr. Bornter's house yesterday, and it seems that the gatekeeper drove him back.This is how it takes time and effort twice.for even though I had you show me the way yesterday, it turned out to be meaningless."
"Oh, that's all right. Don't worry.You've taken care of me a lot.I don't care about this much."

　He nods to the man's voice as if the men behind him were the same.

(The Gara pigeon seems to have some popularity, after all,I don't think Murto is the only one who adores them.)

　Watching these men, Ray raises the reputation of Gala pigeons in his heart.

"Then we'll go to the guild and get paid.Again, Mr. Gara pigeon. Don't let him get too busy, too.
"Oh, be careful of you, too,"
"Come on, go to the guild as soon as you have finished your request, and drink for it."

　While he was complaining in his mouth, there was something familiar about Murt's gaze at the men who were leaving.

"Are you close to them now?"

　Ray suddenly became curious about Murt's appearance and asked Gala pigeon.
　In Ray's eyes, an adventurer named Murt is a typical brain muscle type adventurer.She adores Gala pigeon, who is stronger or more helpful than herself, and at the same time considers Ray to be inferior to her.Because of his personality, he thought he would not be able to look at someone who was not so close to him as before.

"Huh? Oh, well.They are good adventurers in their own way.I think the rank was C, too."He walked down the avenue of aristocracy again to the residence of Bornter, and continued his conversation.

"Oh, what's the name of the party? I only know about the "Rank C" party, which is a scorching wind and a crushing warrior."
"No, they're not having a party.This time, I just happened to have the same request, and each of them was at a different party or solo."
"...is it not unusual to say so?"

　Even though they were having a party, it seemed surprising that they were working as solo instead of a party, so they turned to Gala pigeon with a look of surprise.

"It's certainly unusual.But each adventurer has its own circumstances, and it is naive to worry about them.and now I see it."

　In front of Gala pigeon's eyes was Ray's first golden roof in a day, and the two gatekeepers standing in front of the gate.
　The two gatekeepers glared at the party approaching their employer's house with spears as they did yesterday.

"Oh, Mr. Galla pigeon,"

　and when he knew that the Gala pigeon was at the head of the party, he breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the tip of his spear.

"Huh? That hungry ghost was probably yesterday..."

　Then the gatekeepers find Ray among the group and exclaim in confusion.
　Gara pigeon opens her mouth, looking at them with cold eyes.

"This is Ray.You must have been here yesterday, too?"
"Yes, yes. He said he wanted Azot to hire him."
"No, I don't remember saying such a thing,"

　Ray slashes away Fader's flustered words.

"d*mn, shut up, you starvation! What did you do today?"

　He must have feared that his position would deteriorate.He pointed the tip of his spear at Ray.

"Roll-roll-roll-roll!"

　Appearing in front of Ray, Seto glares at Fader with his keen eyes, leaking a belligerent cry.
　Usually, Seto's eyes are described as round, but now they have changed to look as if they were enemies.

"Hit!"

　Fader, staring at Seto's gaze, immediately retreated and stopped his movement by banging his back against his partner, Saint-Cant.

"Silly, Ray is the man whom Mr. Bornter called directly.You have driven it back at your own discretion -- Mr. Bornter's guests -- and you say you have heard about it, but you didn't remember it?"
"Well... I never thought this dirty starvation was Mr. Bornter's guest..."

　Sankant looks sad at the fader, who desperately tries to gloss over the fatal mistake he made.Galajato opens his mouth at the contrasting sight of the two, but not at Sankant or Fader, but at Multo.

"Look, remember that if you act on your own assumption, you can make irreversible mistakes like these.""Yes,"
"And Ray, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.I will punish these two properly, so I hope they will forgive me."
"Well, if the Gara pigeon says so, that's all right?
"Well, again.Welcome to the Bornter mansion."

　He bowed with an elegant gesture that was not like an adventurer.