It was a battle that took place near the stable behind the Wheat-tei at dusk.It was Vetman, who was leading the armed tradesmen who were now staying at the Wheat-tei at dusk, who appeared before the Reyes, who were worried about what to do with the four supposed Azot adventurers who had fainted.

"You said it was noisy, but I don't mean to make it so loud."

　I don't have the death size that I was holding, but Ray looks at me as if I'm still wary.

"Well, we have people of various abilities.It's a little bit more than that, but they told me.If you don't mind, can I help you? But of course it doesn't mean we're going to give Ray and his team the strength to fight."
"...what is the purpose?"
"I have no particular purpose, but this is how I have come to know a very talented adventurer.I'd love to make a connection here... in short, it's an upfront investment."
"Awesome,"

　Ray glances at Brasso and Fluorocarbons.
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"No, sir, neither of you, but you are the very adventurer I am referring to.You two are certainly experienced adventurers.But as far as I can see, it is you, Mr. Ray."

　Vetman, smiling and looking sharply, shrugs his shoulders as he takes his gaze head-on.

"I'm still a Rank D adventurer.It hasn't been a year since I was promoted."
"Ranks are certainly a measure of an adventurer's ability, but it's not an absolute evaluation.Well, I realize I'm in the minority in the world.It's funny that people with monsters called Gryphon are not good enough to start with."

　Vetman glances at Sett, who is standing quietly beside Ray.It is quite natural that the presence of the Gryphon should remain calm.for those who appeared with Vetman were looking at the Gryphon with great strength.
　Fluorocarbons and Blaso watch the conversation unfold quietly and look at each other and have a silent conversation.
　It's about whether you can trust the person in front of you.
　Then Brasso opened his mouth, perhaps to a conclusion.

"Ray, why don't you join us in the battle, and why don't you join us here? Vetman is the man who brings together the best tradesmen that you know.You don't go out of your way to deceive them."

　They were composed of highly skilled armed merchants who traveled from frontier to frontier rather than from relatively safe places like the royal capital.who, as they call themselves armed merchants, employed few bodyguards, and who had lived for more than ten years.Naturally among adventurers, Vetman's name was known to some extent.In particular, if you are an adventurer or a merchant but don't know his name, you can call him Moguri....or someone like Ray who lacks the common sense of the day.
　At any rate, he turns his eyes to the four adventurers who fall to the ground while listening to Blaso's words.

"Well then, will you keep an eye on these four? They can't be killed for any number of reasons, but if we let them go, they'll soon be enemies again."
「……」

　He closed his eyes thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then opened his eyes and nodded small.

"All right.If that's the case, it's cheap.Well, they will keep watch in our room.Until when exactly?"
"Well... I think it will be until tomorrow, but if it's going to be late, I'll get someone in touch.Is that all right?"
"Oh, yes. I think it should be all right by tomorrow, no matter how long it takes."

　Vetman nods with a friendly smile when he sees Murt respond in a somewhat flustered manner when he is suddenly spoken to.

"Well, that's what I'm going to say.We are happy to be able to connect with the Azot Trading Company, which manages the arms trade in the city of Gilm.for for some time now we have had some inconvenient transactions... no, it's no use telling you."Ray understood why he helped Vetman with a wry smile.
　In view of Bornter's character, there was little fair trade.It was easy to predict that he was pressing for a hard bargain, as if he had seen the other party's footsteps.I would like to make a deal that benefits both parties, not just one of themselves.I wonder if that's what you think.

"Well, I understand why you cooperate.But if you help us here, you can't promise to give us a convenience in the transaction, but do you mind?"
"Yes, yes. Of course.I won't go so far as to ask for any particular convenience.What I expect is a fair deal."
"... yes, sir.

　asked Ray, turning to Murt.

"...what? Why me there?"
"No, you are the only one of them who is officially employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce, and who can be said to be Gala pigeon's men.I'm only in the position of being targeted by Bornter in the first place, and Brasso and Fluorocarbons are completely involved."

　Murt was dumbfounded, but Ray's words brought him back to life.

"Now that you mention it, I see.I'm sure I'll be in that position in this world.Oh, Mr. Vetman.I've heard a lot about you.including the fact that Bornter was not pleased with his generous policy on behalf of those living in the frontier.It is true that if Mr. Galahato became the representative of Azot Trading Company, he would not be as forceful as before, but I cannot promise that.Mr. Garahato has no knowledge of how to run the business, so basically, the members of the business association who are cooperating with him will discuss and decide on the management of the business association.So if I could do it, I would only have to report to Mr. Galahato that you had helped me... would that be all right?"
"Yes, of course, but to force you to sell your kindness here is to force you to sell your kindness.Such a business is out of line with business."
"Well... please,"

　Murt, who bowed to Vetman with an unexpected expression on his face, clapped his shoulder with a small smile.

"I have been entrusted with it.Then, please go on a rampage to yourselves....but please don't lose by any means.I've helped you all a little bit.If they win, we will have to do more business than ever before."
"...so why don't you do your best to help us, not just to keep watch on them? As far as they are concerned, their names are well-selling, and I think they'll give us preferential treatment in future transactions?"

　Vetman shakes his head with a wry smile at Ray's question.

"I'm afraid I can't do that.We are peddlers, not mercenaries.Even though they say they are armed merchants, they are not mercenaries who use military force as commodities, for self-defense.You may think it's heartless, but this is an absolute commitment in our trading force.Or maybe it's a rule.Whether we are attacked or not, the captain of the merchant force cannot defeat it himself."

　The man in front of him now is a man who never gets out of his way.When Ray decides so, he makes a small bow.

"Well, I'm sorry.I'm afraid I've forced you to do so, even though I didn't know your way of doing it."
"No, don't worry.It looks like a fool to others.Some of them are actually half merchants and half mercenaries.It just happened that our rules were like that.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I'll carry them."

　The Vetmans, who were standing behind them with their last words, nodded small and went back to the inn with four fallen men.After seeing her back off, three of them and Seto's eyes turn to Multo.

"... well, let's go."

　Murt's voice nodded, and the party left the Wheat-tei at dusk.





"As expected, it's dark.

　Fluorocarbons muttered as they hurriedly walked near the slum.
　Murt guided me to the house where the Gala pigeons were hiding, and this is close to a slum, not to mention the main street, where there are so-called night-time resorts such as shops, bars and brothels.Naturally, the people who lived there were not rich, so the only lights were moonlight that lit up the autumn night sky.

(...the moon doesn't change even in a different world.)

　Ray looked up at the moon and muttered inward.It's a different world, so even if there are two or three moons... or purple or green, there's nothing different about the moon Ray is looking up at.No, there may be many differences from the experts' point of view, but Ray, who was a high school student in the countryside, could not understand the difference."d*mn it, I'd like to run if I could."

　muttered Murt, clapping his tongue.

"It's no use talking.Is it only your master who knows where he is hiding, and that he will run alone before you? If he is attacked by an adventurer on the part of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, he will not be able to fight."
"Slip..."

　Multo is speechless when he is hit by a blasso.
　Of course, Murt is also a full-fledged Rank D adventurer.I'm good at it in my own way, and above all, I don't feel like I'm going to lose to a Rank D adventurer there, as long as I'm trained by a Gala pigeon.

(If you're a general Rank D adventurer, then)

　Ray, who is probably following behind him, passes through his mind.
　He's a Rank D adventurer like himself.He is also the fastest person since the beginning of the town of Gilmoo.I don't think its ability is already in the rank of D.for when Ray intended to kill Bornter, he could only sit back and watch him silently.

(Wait, then, I was so stiff that I couldn't speak directly, and yet Bornter was the one who received the murder head on... but didn't he have the courage to speak more than I did?)

　I thought about it like that inside, so I shook my head in a hurry.

"It's true that Galahato is the only Rank B adventurer employed by the Azot Trading Company, but there are some numbers of Rank C and Rank D.If you think about it, it's certainly suicidal for me to go alone."

　muttered Murt as if to shake off the thought which had come to mind that he might be inferior to Bornter in terms of courage.
　Brasso nods as he walks after Multo in the dark.

"I wish I could see... that the adventurers employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce had already knocked down nearly ten, and the rest were just over thirty.Do you know what kind of military strength they have left?"
"I don't know exactly, but for the most part.There are very few rank C's and not many D's.The main ones are E and F.Considering the possibility of a battle, it is safe to say that there are no G or H."

　Multo explains while walking down the moonlight-only street.While listening to the explanation, Fluorocarbons tilt their heads slightly.

"What do you mean by that? Do you mean that the men who were knocked down by you or Sett near the workshop of Pamidor, or who attacked Sett at the Wheat-tei at dusk, were of considerable importance to them?"
"Oh, don't be so.There must be at least a small absolute number of thieves and so on."
"Grull?"

　He must have been curious because his name came out.Seto tilts his head and sings in his throat as he walks along the street at night.
　It was a night-eyed Gryphon, and there was no confusion in his steps that he was walking in the darkness of the night.

"Anything.You've done a good job."

　Fluorocarbons pat the back of Seto.

"Glu".

　While watching Seto singing in a good mood at the back of his throat, Multo also feels his excessive tension release.
　The party walked along the street at night, and soon saw a hut that had been familiar to them.At first glance, it looks quite old, and no one lives in it."However, the contents of the building have been repaired in a reasonable way, so it is not as bad as it looks."

"...that's it,"which was the hut in which the Gara pigeons hid themselves.