The explanation that Murt was giving in Ray's room.Ray, who was listening to the explanation, opens his mouth.

"And what are you going to do now? I understand that the men who have been on the loose end of their jobs are going to support Gala pigeons, but how are you going to get them from there?"
"Well, to put it simply, I suppose we're going to get rid of them by force.Originally, it would be best to spread the power of Mr. Galajato gradually by laying the groundwork for the people who work for Azot Trading Company.Most of the men who have been laid down for a long time are familiar with the affairs of the Azot trade, and there are fewer who do not know the relationship between Bornter and Mr. Gallahato."
"But then,"As far as you can tell, the Gala pigeon has always been an adventurer."

　asked Brasso, taking his mouth off the glass.
　Murto nods to the question.

"Oh, yes.Otherwise, it's almost impossible to rise to a higher rank."
"And if the Gara pigeon were to become the president of the Azot Chamber of Commerce... would he be able to manage the Chamber of Commerce?"
"...I see, now that you say so, so be it.If Gara pigeon, who has not been involved in the management of the business all his life, were to be asked whether he would be able to manage the business properly even if he rose against Bornter and took over the Azot business."

　Fluorocarbons nod to Brasso's words: Bornter, who has managed the Azot trade, but Gala pigeon, who is about to replace him, is an adventurer, not a merchant.Of course, he had no experience of running one of the most prominent businesses in the town of Gilm, such as Azot.
　Is it safe to say that such a man manages the arms trade in the remote city of Gilm where there are many adventurers?Fluorocarbons raised such questions, but Multo nodded as if there was no problem.

"Mr. Gala pigeon is certainly not a merchant.But since I had been employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce ever since I became an adventurer, I knew more about the Azot Chamber of Commerce than any other merchant.Besides, Mr. Galajato is definitely the representative of the Azot Chamber of Commerce and is different from the current president, Bornter.It seems that it is the council system of merchants who support them that effectively drives the business."

(It's a kind of democracy...I hope it doesn't end up as a form of mob politics.)

　When he heard Mult's words, Ray was reminded of the Japanese politicians he once lived in.Rather, it is right to describe them as politicians rather than politicians.These traitors, not only politicians but also politicians, can't help but wonder about the fact that they lean against other countries that benefit themselves more than their own.
　I immediately shake off those thoughts that have passed through my mind.He said that this was not Japan where he was already.

"Well, you don't think Gala pigeon's takeover of the Azot trade will confuse the streets of Gillum?"

　Ray shakes his head slightly as if to shake off his inner thoughts and asks Murt.

"Yes, of course there will be no confusion, but it is still supposed to be minimal.What the bastard of Bornter did was a disobedient employee.and most of their employees remonstrated with Azot, believing that the Azot trade would eventually be ruined if the situation remained the same.It should be sufficient in terms of ability."
"Then we'd better get to the hiding place where the Gara pigeons are."

　The eyes of the people in the room focused on the muttered Ray.
　Among them, Fluorocarbons speak for themselves.

"Why? Well, I understand you should hurry, but now it's night.Wouldn't it be okay if it was tomorrow? No, they would be better at night activities, even though they were hiring robbers."
"They don't care what it looks like.for instance, if it were a group of people who came to this inn, they would have been assembled by the Azot Chamber in an attempt to make up their numbers.Even now, if I say it's nothing of the kind, I still employ those people.If this were to take action tomorrow, the ratio of power between Bornter and Galla pigeon would be even greater, even if most of the power they have was small fish like the one before.When you think about that, you had better move quickly....Murt, Gala pigeons are going to pull down Bornter by force, but how strong are you?"
"If you think of any adventurer employed by the Azot Trading Company who has been helped by Gala pigeon or who adores Gala pigeon's personality... you can be optimistic about 30%.If you're not good at it, it's about 10 percent."
"That is to say, ten percent of them will certainly be a military force.How many?"
"About five,"

　Ray looks surprised at Murt's words.For ten percent to five, the Azot Chamber of Commerce employs nearly fifty adventurers.

"I knew that the Azot Chamber was very large, but that it had such a large number of adventurers in its possession -- certainly not as I expected."

　Blaso also looks surprised, just like Ray.

"Can we think that the 20% added when optimistic is a kind of neutral feeling?"
"Well, yes.There are many other circumstances that I have no choice but to cooperate with Mr. Galajato, but I think he is on his side."
"Well, if you can't be counted as a military force for sure, you'd better think it's out of force.Rather, if there is such a difference in military strength, it might be better to move as soon as possible.If you lose in numbers and you lose in speed of action, you won't win.The thing I'm winning is..."

　Fluorocarbons' eyes glint at Ray.
　His ability, as seen in Harpy's request for subjugation, was far from being as good as rank D.Considering that they are accompanied by the Gryphon set of Rank A monsters, their overall abilities are no less than those of Rank A adventurers.
　and, above all, Ray was the origin of the disturbance.Considering this, there is no way to avoid using non-standard forces.

"In any case, Ray is certain to be involved in this uproar... or is he already involved in this uproar considering the stories that have come to Pamidor?Then it would be better for anyone to quickly incorporate them into the arms and change the Azot trade generation.Of course it's for me and for Brasso."

　After all, we had a party with Ray and were asked to do so, so even if we didn't like it, it was decided that we would get involved.and he hopes to improve the airiness of the town of Guillum a little by doing something about the unpopular Azot trade.

"So I'll go to the place where the Gala pigeon is hiding.From here on out, it's a game against time.for the faster we move, the less we will have on the part of the Azot Chamberlain's side."

　Fluorocarbons stand up talking and pull Murto's arm on the bed.

"Oh, oh, I see..."

　Impressed by the power of the ring, Murt nods in a desperate manner, and Ray takes out Harbard and Leather Armour, which had been stored in the mystery ring.

"Well, if you're going to go, you've got to be at least equipped.I think it's all right now, but after joining the Gara pigeons, it's almost certain that there'll be a battle."
"This is mine...Oh, I see. I think Ray had an item box."
"He's a happy fellow, did you forget that this was the cause of his greed?"

　Ray looks a little dumbfounded.As if to escape Ray's gaze, Murt wears the leather armor he was given.
　Looking at them, Brasso, who was drinking the last glass of sake, stood up.The reason why he drank a barrel of sake and was not drunk at all is because he was a strong drinker or because he was a brasso.

"And after all, where is the hiding place where the Gara pigeons live?"
"It's a hut on the back street.I don't think you'll ever find anyone close to you because they're so old."

　Murt answers Fluorocarbons' questions with leather armor on, but when he hears the answer, he looks at Ray frowns slightly and bends his head.

"What's the matter?"
"No, the Gara pigeon's hiding is an old hut that is too close to people, isn't it?"
"Yes, at least not apparently. As for the contents, we hide preserved foods so that they can live for a few days, and we spend a lot of money on them."
"... oh, I see,"

　Fluorocarbons nod to Multo's words as if they were convinced.

"I mean, Ray's concern is whether people really don't come close to the hut."
"Yes, it's old... or rather, it's hard for people to approach if they're worn out.But that's why orphans and slums may come in.and there is a possibility that the information will flow to the Azot Chamber of Commerce."In this town of Gillum, Dusker rules as if it were a good government, but there is still a slum.No, because it is a remote town of Gilm, we have to spend money on defense, and that is why we have to put off.

"... I see.I can't say that there is no possibility of it."
"Oh, I think I'll be all right about that.Mr. Gala pigeon helps and works for the slums.I have a lot of trust from you."
　After wearing leather armour, Murt said while checking on Harbard, but he shrugged his shoulders at his words.

"Whether you're an orphan or a slum, you'll do your best to live that day.The more important these people are, money or righteous... Well, of course, there are people who value righteousness, but I think there are still more people who turn to money."
"...you'd better hurry up a little."

　muttered Ray, opening the door.Fluorocarbons and Brasso followed, followed by Murto, who was ready.
　Then, as the four of them went down the stairs, a lively voice was heard from the dining room.

`She wanted to drink a little more,'

　Brasso looked enviously towards the dining-room, but after that he was swung down with a long sword in its sheath.

"I opened a barrel in Ray's room, and it's not enough yet! Well, this is why the dwarves..."
"Ouch! Fluorocarbons, you're the only one who can do it.Every time I hit him comfortably on the head. At least hit him with my hand. Who hits him with a sword even though he is still in the sheath?"

　Brasso complains with his head held back, but Fluorocarbons laugh with his nose.

"If you hit your stone head with your bare hands, my delicate hands will get hurt."
"Oh, what a delicate hand it is.A man with delicate hands is a warrior."

　It was already a familiar conversation for Ray, but when I saw it for the first time, I didn't feel like it.

"Hey, Ray. I'm sure they're going to plunge into a whirlpool of trouble, but are they allowed to remain in a fight?"

　Murt gently asks Ray, but Ray, wearing a dragon robe and wearing a hood, nods that there is no problem without changing his expression.

"I don't know them very well, but it's the usual thing for them.It's better than being nervous and slow down."
"No, but if we were to split up at times..."
"So, as I have said, it's not a quarrel, it's a regular joke.I'll lose as much as I care."
"...I hope Ray says so, but are you sure you're all right?"
"They look like that and they're both rank C adventurers.I have the right arm."

　"While having a conversation like that, I went down the stairs to the first floor of the inn and headed to the outside exit."

"Oh, are you going out?"

　Lana comes out of the dining room and asks if she has found the four people leaving the inn.
　Each of them was armed, and it was obvious that it was a dangerous business, but their tone was the same as usual.

"Yes, just a little bit to the guy who sent them."
"Well, then, have a good trip."The four of them leave the inn after being sent off by Lana, who bowed her head flat.
　From the dining-room, I heard a lively laugh at a banquet about Ray's hospitality, and he left the Wheat-tei at dusk with the cheer behind him.
　Only Blaso glanced enviously at the dining-room.