"...is this all right?"

　Put all the weapons and money that the leader of the gang had on the floor and tell them so.
　No one had the spear Ray wanted, but most had knives, and some had one hand axe or long sword.Selling weapons alone will cost a considerable amount of money.If only it would sell, and...

"Oh, you had it unexpectedly,"

　Ray mutters unintentionally after checking the contents of the cloth bag that the leader took out of his pocket.for there were several gold coins in the bag.It's not the kind of money you can afford to enjoy the city's chimpy atmosphere.Realizing where he came from, Ray talks to the leader with a faint smile.

"That's what I've paid you this time, but it's a pity.From now on, you should consider the difference in ability between you and the other person before you accept it."
「……」

　The gangsters remain silent at Ray's words.
　He watched the situation and pointed his chin toward the door.

"Go, and the next time you see something similar... well, let's pretend you're having fun."

　When Ray says so with a smile on his lips, the gangsters say nothing in particular... no, they just leave the inn.
　It was because Ray had expected a certain amount of money still hidden in his pocket, but now he has decided that it is more important than to take it up and cause more trouble for the tinklers to disappear in front of him.
　and, as the chindlers disappeared, he gathered the coins on the floor into a bag containing them, and then turned his eyes to Lana and the merchants.

"I'm sorry to trouble you,"
"No, that's not true.It's my guest since I'm staying here."
"Yes, the landlady of Wheat-tei at dusk! She's our mother!"

　Lana turned her head slightly red to the voices of the armed merchants.

"Don't do anything dangerous, either! If you injure your guests, the name of Wheat-tei will be damaged at dusk!"
"Ah, I'm sorry, but this inn is an important place for us... If you come into such a place without hesitation, you'll definitely be able to it."
"Oh, my God. As a punishment, I'll have you eat Fangboa stew for breakfast tomorrow."

　"However, I don't feel bad about being told that my inn is an important place."Lana says so with a smile on her lips.
　Merchants cheer at the word "fangboa stew."Ray calls out to these merchants.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted the banquet,"
"Don't worry, boy.for I have done it on my own."

　Yura, a man called by his companions, banged Ray on the shoulder with a hearty laugh.
　With a wry smile on his face, he threw a cloth bag containing gold, silver and copper coins he had taken from the gangsters into Lana.

"Mr. Ray?"
"I will pay for today's meal and sake as an apology for putting a damper on the banquet.For now, it's just a deposit.Tell me later if you don't have enough."
`Oh, oh, oh,The armed merchants and adventurers in the dining-room cheered at Ray's words of luxury.

"You are short, but you have a big bowl!"

　Yusla also laughed loudly at the word "husuri."He didn't mean any harm, but Ray still looked a little dissatisfied.
　Meanwhile, one of the armed merchants approaches Ray.
　At first glance, he was in his 40s and 170cm tall, not much different from Ray.He has a friendly smile on his face.
　However, his eyes were different.Ray could imagine who the man was just by looking at the deep, yet compelling, eyes that the people in the neighborhood would not let go.who is leading these armed merchants.

"You will treat me to-day.Let me thank you on behalf of these people."

　He bowed his head and held out his hand.

"I'm sorry.My name is Vetman, and I lead a caravan that travels from frontier to frontier."

　Ray also replies, holding back his hand.

"It's Ray. He's an adventurer.Don't worry about the treat.for I have been involved in my disturbance, and have put a damper on my particularly pleasant mood.It's like making up for it."

　Vetman's hand, which Ray held back, was hardly the merchant's.Clearly, the hand was made of octopus trained with arms, and it would be more convincing to be called an adventurer or mercenary than a merchant carrying things from town to town.
　Ray looks at Vetman with admiration, but Vetman looks at him with a somewhat bewildered look.
　for he was a man wielding a huge game like death-size that had disappeared, but he had no octopus in his hand that he had trained with weapons.for the blow which had been struck before the gangsters was similar to the sound of the sword being struck by a first-class warrior.
　Since Ray's body was created by Zepyle, his ability to recover and heal exceeds that of ordinary people.Therefore, no matter how much Ray uses the death size, he can't do anything like an octopus, which can be said to be proof of his training.Therefore, Ray has maintained such a softness that it would not seem like a fighting hand, but it would be impossible to tell Vetman to realize it.

"What's the matter?"

　Realizing Vetman's condition, Ray asks, but immediately shakes his head as if nothing had happened.There was no doubt about Ray in this area, as he was leading the armed merchants.

"Nothing.By the way, I'd like to ask you about the big sickle that I had just mentioned."
"Oh, well, I think you can expect it, but you have an item box."
"Oh my gosh... I didn't think so, but I mean, it was my first time to see a real item box.I've heard that some people use very small pseudo-item boxes, but I can't believe I can see real item boxes."

　muttered Vetman admiringly, looking towards the dining-room.
　While watching Vetman like that, Ray hears that it is a pseudo item box and remembers what Elena was using in the dungeon.

"If you don't mind, why don't you join us? It's Ray's treat. Please join us."
"Oh, no, I'm sorry.Some people are waiting in the room.And..."

　He glanced at the inn door.
　That alone made Vetman understand what Ray meant.nod a little

"I see. Come to think of it, those people were Ray's guests.Please wait a moment."

　muttered, and in less than a minute he came back to the dining-room.There was a small barrel containing sake in its hands.

"I would like to thank you very much, but please give me this.It's my favorite drink, and I don't know if it will suit my taste."
"...I see. Then I'll be glad to receive it."Ray doesn't like alcohol so much, but when he returns to his room, there is a brasso who boasted that his blood was made of alcohol.Ray gratefully accepted that wine was not enough.

"We are going to stay at this inn for about a month, so let's drink again if we have a chance."

　and bowed, leading the armed merchants back to the dining-room.
　Those armed merchants, adventurers, mercenaries, and others followed Vetman back to the dining-room, thanking him casually for having all the money for tonight.
　And only Ray and Lana, the landlady of this inn, remained at the end.

"I'm sorry to have caused trouble,"
"No, don't worry.We are used to doing business with adventurers and mercenaries.I'll go back to the restaurant.Mr. Ray behaved in a big way, so I'm going to cook something with my husband that I can't normally cook."

　Lana walks back towards the dining room with a smile as if she were here.
　and seeing him back, he kept the knives, dagger, and one-handed axe that had fallen on the floor in the mistling, before Ray returned to his room.





"Well, how was it on the ground floor? I think it was a bit troublesome for you."

　When Ray enters the room, Fluorocarbons talk to him.There was nothing unusual about the room, and he shook his head from side to side with a smile, saying that he was too suspicious that the disturbance on the ground floor was a positive movement.

"The people on the ground floor were the street tinkers.Wasn't it more of a positive or something like that?"
"Yes. Nothing particular happened here, but... what is that barrel?"
"I got it from a coordinator of the merchants staying at this inn."
"...what can it be that way?"

　The CFC murmured, but Brasso sniffed the contents of the barrel with a keen eye.

"It's liquor in that barrel, isn't it?It's a pretty fine thing, too, given its rich aroma.Ray, I'm sure you weren't very good at drinking, were you? Then even if you had the best wine, you'd think you'd run out of treasure."

　Seeing the cask glued to his eyes, he exhaled a little and placed the cask on the floor.

"You don't have to look so covetous.I got it from you to do it."
"Well, it's Ray, as I expected.you know that unlike any other female adventurer, you respect your elders."
"...oh, who is that woman adventurer?"

　Regardless of the chlorofluorocarbons that look at you with your eyes, you can immediately open the barrel and pour sake into the glass, and the room will have a rich smell of mature sake.

"It's certainly quite a fine thing,"A few silver coins... well, if you're not good enough, you'll need some gold."

　Blasso mutters while enjoying the smell.
　Multo opens his mouth while looking envious at such a blasso.

"And may I continue to talk about Mr. Gala pigeon?"
"Oh, now that you mention it,"Isn't it dangerous for the Gara pigeon that you were being targeted by the Azot men?"
"Of course, that's why they're resting in a hideout known only to me and Mr. Galahato.It's easy to fight back if it's your real ability, but my injury hasn't healed yet.I can't imitate a rash act.""...wouldn't it have been better for you to hide and rest for a while?"

　Ray asks Murto's words without thinking.I thought it would not have been as much trouble as it had been if I had just been hiding in a little by little.

"Then it's too late,"

　Multo replies with vexation.

"Is it too late?"
"Yes, I told you a little at Pamidor's workshop, but what Mr. Gallahat gave instructions was, in short, to overthrow the country and to take over the Azot trade.Even if we put it together with the Azot Chamber of Commerce, it is natural that there are various factions within."

(It's all a measure to protect Bornter from you.)

　muttered Murt, inwardly.Of course, I don't want to mention it.

"Well, I suppose so.Three people would form a faction."
"Well, it's the faction... of course it's not the current mainstream faction.for the mainstream are the ones who stick to the Bornters and drink sweet juice.There are people who don't like such dirty tricks, and they want to work for the city of Gilm."
"...are you there?"

　Fluorocarbons ask Multo's words, seemingly unconsciously.
　Murt, who is well aware of the reputation of the Azot trade, nods with a wry smile.

"I'm here, just in case.Of course, the number is overwhelmingly small compared to the mainstream."
"But I don't remember hearing of them, though I've lived in the town of Gilm for quite a long time.There are many bad rumors."

　Brasso muttered, savoring the sake he had received from Ray.
　Murt envied him for a few seconds as he drank deliciously, but then he shook his head slightly and continued to talk.

"That's true, isn't it?Think carefully.They're trying to stop themselves from drinking sweet juice. It's a little too much to say, but basically they're treated coldly like they're put on a quiet job."
"...however, then, can't you imitate Gara pigeon to take over the Azot trade?"
"It's true that Ray is right in the ordinary sense, but... not all the people who belong to the Azot Chamber of Commerce are Bornter's breath.No, rather, there are many of them close to Bornter, or something like that.The businessmen at the bottom of the organization are ordinary good businessmen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."

　That backfired on Murt, who continues that it was his affair with Ray.

"Then there must be some one who has been made to cry by the tyranny of Bornter."
"I can't deny it.Indeed, I have seen them several times since I was employed by the Azot Chamber."

　Murt said so and let out a sigh.