Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Starting the next day, John and Elmer, a skinny pair, were put to work as liaisons (messengers) at the company (of which), while the cooperation of the Sword Tooth Corps was also to be investigated as to what kind of merchant the nucleus of Slime was on.

"Well, you'll soon find out who it is."

"Really?

Because of the variety of businesses that started to cross, I've also been working more and more separately with Sarah lately, but in the case of the rushing adventurer, Sarah sticks with me perfectly.

I really want to settle this matter myself.

"If you look at the Adventurer Guild buyout form, you'll know the name right away. Problem is, I don't know the address as soon as I know the name."

I only call myself the name of an adventurer registration or something, and few adventurers have registered a boarding house.

Nevertheless, if there are adventurers who are making odd money, it is something that will become a reputation within their peers.

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After having the Adventurer Guild contact person look it up on the buyout form, the name Martin was quickly found out.

It is gratifying that there is no concept of the protection of personal information.

"So, what kind of look is it?

"It doesn't look very good. It's unclean, and the outfit is dirty. That's a typical adventurer collapse. We call slime hunting. I was wondering how you're hunting that many nuclei of slime with one leg..."

"One leg?"

"Yeah, anything. Something about the injury I got during the request getting worse. I'm dragging one leg. I just thought you retired as an adventurer, but you found it in a good hunt, too?

The contact person was wondering, but unfortunately, what he found was not a good way to hunt, but a way to run out and feed his children.

A distressed former adventurer plunders coins from a runaway adventurer.

It was an insurmountable diagram.

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If you know the name and appearance traits, no one in this city can escape the exploration of the Swordtooth Corps.

That evening, he discovered an adventurer named Martin and suppressed himself in the office of the Swordtooth Corps.

"Well, Sarah..."

"I'm coming, too."

He was a stubborn voice who wouldn't let me say yes or no.

"You might see something you don't like."

"I know."

Nevertheless, what is the matter?

If you're worried, you'll see a pair of people waiting as liaisons near the entrance to the workshop.

"I'm taking those two to check their faces, too. Will you take care of him?"

"Let it be!

If you let them take care of the pair, they'll evacuate with you in situations you don't want your kids to see.

It may be a selfish and petty calculation, but I still don't want to show Sarah that kind of scene.

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The man brought to the office of Kenfang had the perfect look for the phrase, adventurer creep.

Hair and mustaches can be stretched all you want, the body that would have worked out in the past is thin and thin, with unique sitting eyes on those who used violence as a business.

They brought him where he had been drinking since daylight, and his exhaling breath stinks of alcohol.

Most importantly, drunkenness will be completely awake at the stage of being brought to the office.

You didn't resist much, you don't look particularly beaten up, you're surrounded by members and you're sitting in a chair for the most part.

"You're Martin."

Speaking up, the man turned his cloudy red eyes to this one.