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"...it's getting noisy as expected."
"Oh, come on! If I woke up in bed, I never thought the largest Azot business in the city would be half-done."

 Fluorocarbons respond with a wry smile, dipping hard-baked bread into a stew full of meat and vegetables.

"Those who knew about the disturbance that happened in this inn yesterday might have expected some disturbance, but the food at this inn is so delicious that some of the guests come to see it."

 Brasso mutters, drinking down a glass of sake in spite of the fact that it's morning.

"Drinking from the morning... Well, I'm sure I'm going to take a complete rest today, so I don't mind."

 Fluorocarbons exhale with a sigh as they watch the sunlight pouring out of the dining room window -- it was already halfway through the morning.

"It's almost noon," Don't be so crisp. Besides, this is one of the lowest [lowest] Yale players. It's more like water than wine."
"...that's enough.

 He breathes out once and turns to Ray again, feeling that it's no use dealing with him.

"And here's the first one,"

 Ray to pick up the little cloth bag that Fluorocarbons handed him. It contains six white gold coins.

"...what about this?"
"You promised Gala pigeon, didn't you? You said you wouldn't kill the adventurers employed by the Azot Trading Company." That's the price."
"There must have been two white gold coins about it, but why six?"
"Oh... I got the difference of four tickets, both me and Brasso. from the Knights and the Knights."
"Do you want to keep quiet?"
"Well, after all, I told you what was going on last night, didn't I?" So a knight came to this inn early this morning and left the money behind. It was too late yesterday, so we stayed here too. I was just awake at that time, and I kept it together."

 Even for Dusker, it would have been unexpected to say that the Azot trade, one of the largest cities he ruled, was being eroded by the Westian Empire. When Ray listens to the rumors in the dining room, most of them say that the Azotian president has replaced them, and the words "bestian empire" and "alchemist" do not appear."Well, I suppose he has some dignity as a nobleman, but not in the case of Larkus. This is probably an opportunity to gather and clean up the spies of the Westian Empire hiding in the streets."
"…I see. Well, this is just a frontier, not a royal capital."

 a ray nodding with a stew in one's mouth
 If it is a royal capital, there is no doubt that spies from the Westian Empire will be sent back to get information even if they are caught all at once. However, this town of Gilm is a remote area, and it should not be of such high importance to the Westian Empire.
 Of course, there is no doubt that spies will be sent in again in due course, but there will still be some time left. And in the meantime, there is no problem if we take measures against spying.

"...and have you heard what will happen to the Azot Chamber?"

 Putting a cloth bag containing six pieces of white gold in a mistling, Fluorocarbons ask.
 Fluoron nods, frowning slightly at Ray's question.

"Oh, it hasn't been officially decided yet, but for the most part,"
"...Dissolved?"

 The head of the business association was connected to an alchemist in the Westian Empire. He probably didn't know that the other person belonged to the Westian Empire, but the crime would still be serious. That's what Ray asks, but surprisingly, Fluorocarbons shakes his head.

"The Azot Chamber itself seems to have been left to exist. but I hear that Larkus's men will be sent under the guise of counsellor."
"The so-called observer. -- to be a little softer, as an inspector."

 As Brasso points out, pouring ale out of the barrel, Ray is slightly surprised by their words.

"What a surprise! What a blunder that has caused so much trouble! I thought that the Azot trade would at least be under the direct control of the lord, but even if a watcher had been sent, he would not keep it alive."
"Ray has something to do with the matter,"
"...me?"
"Oh, whatever it may be, it was Ray, in the form of Galahat's employment, who eventually captured the Alchemists of the Vestian Empire and their clueless children? That is to say, it was settled within the Azot Chamber of Commerce. It seems that Gara pigeon made a direct appeal to the lord that the Azot merchant's self-cleansing operation was still functioning properly."And, I suppose, the aim is not to distract the Azot trade in arms in the city of Gilm. If it were to be an organization under the direct control of a feudal lord, of course there would be a lot of changes. A safe city would be fine, but this is a frontier. The more disruptive the arms dealer's business becomes, the more likely the adventurer will be. It's the same as the decrease in the fighting power against monsters in the city of Gilm's."
"I see. I see about it. As for Gala pigeons, by the way, you are the representative of the Azot trade, aren't you?"
"Oh, it seems so," ...and a message from the knight. so that the lord may come to the lord's house once."
"Oh, I see. Well, there was something I wanted to tell you, and if it's just right, it's just right."
"What do you want to say?"
"Don't worry. You'd better not know."

 Say so, carry the last mouthful of the stew to your mouth and drink it down with bread.

"Well, then, I'll go to the lord's house at once, but what shall you do?"
"I'm going to drink some more wine here,"
"I'll go back to the inn and enjoy sleeping again."
"Well, then, as for the dismantling of the harpy, shall we do it tomorrow morning?"
"Yes. Let's have them here."

 The matter was settled, and Ray immediately made his way to the lord's house.





"This is Ray, a Rank D adventurer. The lord called me."

 About half an hour after leaving the inn, Ray was in front of the lord's house.  
 In addition, today I am alone in Ray, and there is no appearance of Seto. I had actually picked him up in the stable, and he was sleeping very strangely today.I woke him up, but when I asked him if he would come, he shook his head and left Ray alone.
 And Ray wouldn't stand out so much without the huge mark of Seto. Or maybe it would have been a different story if you had a death size, but the scythe is now housed in a mistling.

"Yes, wait a minute,"

 The gatekeeper, who can already be called acquaintance, nods and immediately runs to the residence. Within a few minutes a guide came and was led to the lord's office, which he had entered several times before.

"You had a hard time yesterday, didn't you? Come on, sit down, too."

 As he sat down on the sofa, Dusker told him so, he bowed his head slightly, and Ray also sat on the sofa.

"Excuse me,"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. ...no, wait a minute. Hey, bring me something to drink and a snack. It might be a little too long."
"Very well,"

 The butler nodded to Dusker's words and left the room.
 Seeing it off, Dasker opens his mouth, looking over the papers he had.

"I'll tell you more about it after the drink arrives. Until then, be a little slow. I must look over the papers there, too."

 As he spoke, there were about 10cm of papers piled up on his desk.
 Ray mutters involuntarily when he sees the amount of the document.

"...what a load of papers,"
"Huh? Oh, I'm sure. I don't usually have half of this, but yesterday's incident has a lot to do with it. It's more congenial for me to be physically active than paperwork."

 The Dusker, with his sigh, was certainly a man of the civil or military side, with his trained body, strong face, sharp eyes, and apparently on the military side. Still, it is obvious from the fact that he is safely governing the city of Gilm and his reputation as a neutral figure."It was much easier when I was still working as a knight in the centre. It's good to see your father retired and succeeded to the position of Count Larx, but... the aristocrats are all too cramped. It goes without saying that it is the head of the count. What do you think? Are you willing to become a nobleman?"

 Whilst muttering jokingly, Dusker looks at Ray with a serious look on his face.
 If you want Ray, the most powerful force, it's the easiest way to make a nobleman a subordinate. With the influence of Dusker, who holds the position of a frontier count and is a leading figure in the neutrality, it is not difficult to lay the groundwork in the royal capital and ordain one or two barons and viscounts.

"But you can't do the land, so you'll treat me like a subordinate."
"No, I have no intention of becoming a nobleman. and I don't think that a man as rude as I am can get along in the aristocracy."
"Courtesy? You don't have to worry about it. Look at me. I'm not proud to say that I was born in a family called the "Border Count." and he spoke ill of me behind my back in the royal capital."
"...I'm sorry. as an adventurer myself And I want to learn my way as a magician."

 Dasker breathes a little sigh at Ray, who politely but resolutely refuses to become a nobleman.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. I can't force him to have a peerage when he says he doesn't like it."

 Nevertheless, Dusker was reasonably content to understand that Ray himself had no intention of becoming a nobleman.

(If you are not willing to become a nobleman at least, you will not be at risk of being pulled out by other factions. And continuing to be an adventurer means that this town of Gillum will be the base. I can't say for sure, but I think it's a great military force in times of need. We should not force ourselves to attack here, but rather be satisfied with the maintenance of the status quo.)

"Excuse me. Here's your tea and refreshment."

 When Dusker is satisfied inside, the door knocks in and the butler comes in. Carry the cart to the side of the table and place a cup of tea on the table."Do you have anything else to do, Mr. Dusker?"
"Well, good. You've had a hard time. Step back."
"Yes, excuse me,"

 the butler leaving the room with a respectful bow
 Seeing it off, Dusker throws the material he was reading on his desk and sits on the sofa facing Ray.
 drink a cup of tea before opening one's mouth with a serious expression

"… Well, first of all, you've had a lot of trouble with the matter. Ray succeeded in capturing the Alchemists of the Westian Empire and their secret weapons. That's why it's a secret weapon. There was a report that there seemed to be something you knew?"
"Yes, it was convenient that I was summoned today because I needed to talk about it. As Mr. Dusker knows, I went into the dungeon a little while ago. You already know that the altar of succession was headed for that time."

 Dasker nods to Ray's words and urges him to continue.

"I know this story from Mr. Elena, but what is the matter?"
The ceremony of succession held at the altar of succession. I heard that the Westian Empire had developed a simplified version of it."
"Wait. That's all."

 a dusker interrupting Ray The image of a cordo with a shell-wrapped silhouette carried to the lord's residence last night and a scaly Minas from all over his body passed.

"Yes. They call themselves the Mystery."
"Magician? That figure certainly wasn't human, but... and yet, even though it's a simple model, Elena's appearance has not changed at all, it's quite different."
"Well, that's probably the limit of simplicity. Minas and Cordo, however, are quite different in appearance, so there may still be some problems with the simplicity of the succession ceremony.""We shall be able to look into that in the royal capital. with alchemists like Postgera."
"...isn't it here to investigate?"
"It's a little too big a case to investigate in my territory." Besides, monopolizing information is an attractive event, but it would not be fashionable if a country perishes with a struggle for power as its top priority. The interrogation and analysis of the Mystery will be conducted by royalists and aristocrats. ...however, it has been confirmed that our neutrality will increase in this case. I owe it to you for this matter. That's a relief."

 Dasker carries the sandwich to his mouth with a grin on his face.
 Seeing it, Ray also reaches for a sandwich.

"No, I live in this town of Gillum. I'm in trouble for this kingdom of Milliana to be occupied by the Vestian Empire. I heard that the Azot Chamber of Commerce ended up keeping it as it is."
"Oh, there are a lot of things to think about, but if we continue to break up or take over, there will be chaos in the city. It was decided that we should send people here because there was nothing we could do about it."
"Well, it seems that Bornter has done a lot of nasty things, and I think that's enough."

 After that, they provided information about the capabilities of the demagogues Minas and Corde, as well as information about the magic items that Postgera had for transition, and in about an hour, Ray and Dusker's meeting ended.