Helping with Adventurer Party Management

At night, a little bit of information came together.

First of all, to say the crest officer I know in Zilboa, parchment and seal seem to be real.

However, it is likely that the handwriting does not belong to him.

Nevertheless, it is also possible that someone else wrote the document because the grace pen I usually write is absent for some reason.

Doubtful, but that alone makes it legally difficult to immediately invalidate a document.

It would be a huge political problem if fake documents were issued even on the Count's side, so asking from the front could give you the ink that rejection is real.

Swiberry's stepfather's big merchant told me that there are many merchants hostile to him, but he doesn't know who he's going to attack at this time of year.

In the first place, I don't want to antagonize with the Swordtooth Corps as the merchants' general intent. Besides, there's no reason to target a business that only earns coins like the shoe business.

Coins. You tell me.

Would that then mean someone from the Count's men?

Sarah and her escort Kirik, who went to pick up the tools, said they didn't immediately take over the workshop business.

He said he didn't see any personnel, especially like that.

The workshop is in the back of Leather Street, so with suspicious personnel in and out, we'll know soon enough.

Surprisingly, are there people who have no staff or mobility?

Or are you really willing to make a consideration and buy it out in peace?

We didn't know noble power or how to behave, and we just got swept up in the situation.

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It's been a few days.

Since the documents of the self-proclaimed Count Lund were sent, nothing has moved from the other side.

But the workshop's shut down, and I can't go back to the office.

The business has completely stalled.

Is this what the enemy is after?

They know the rules, and they don't know the rules here.

The opponent can attack you whenever he wants and cannot attack you from here.

This way of fighting, it's not good.

We must change the rules of the way we fight.

The next day, I decided to call three shareholders, Jilboa, Ghoulzin and Gorgogo, to the office of the Swordtooth Corps to discuss it.

Because it's an important story that involves moving on and off the business.

"I think I'll go to the Count"

I cut it out.

"Ugh," Jilboa said.

"What the fuck!," said Goulzin.

"Whew!" said Gorgogo.

The three showed surprise in their three-pronged attitude, but it was still Jilboa who got back on his feet as soon as possible.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Yes, yes! What are you gonna do, get in to the Count!

"If you go somewhere noble, you won't come back!

I laughed and answered.

"If you want to sell me a business, I'll sell you one. At a very high price."

I can't open my outlook just to protect it.

Attack, throw yourself away. That's the only thing that floats.

When I told the three of them the plan on the spot, they agreed reluctantly.

Even I don't want to make a dangerous bet like this, but I can't help it.

Until my visit to the Count's house was fulfilled by arranging for Jilboa and Swivelry's father-in-law, then I needed a few days, so I could get this one ready.