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So don't do it for him.

She glanced at her smiling sister and saw the cowherd girl smiling sweetly.

Of course she liked Goblin Slayer, but the boy was so pitiful, what was wrong with taking a little more care of him?

Moreover, she and her sister are good friends, so I believe she can understand me, right?

Adventurer's Guild.

The chestnut-haired receptionist was arguing with Goblin Slayer, her face flushed with anger.

"No! Absolutely not! That child is clearly underage! How can he be an adventurer?"

"That's right! Mr. Goblin Slayer, you are being irresponsible towards that child!"

On the side, the equally angry female supervisor was also expressing her condemnation.

Look at him! Isn't it a waste for such a cute child to follow a bunch of rough adventurers like you?!

It would be better to stay in the Adventurer's Guild and work as a clerk every day!

I believe that with this young man around, the guild will be able to add a lot of female adventurers every year.

Goblin Slayer was silent for a while.

He knew the boy's strength. Judging from his performance in saving him and his sister, even now as a silver-level adventurer, he had to admit defeat.

There was an argument going on at the counter, and the guild hall was quite lively.

The spearmen, heavy warriors, young scouts, novice warriors and other male adventurers all looked at the center of the hall in silence.

The witch poked the boy's face with her fingers, and the witch's own fragrance immediately hit him.

It smelled like the fragrance of flowers and sachets, mixed with the scent of some magic potion, and was quite tempting.

Moreover, the witch was very unaware, and the snow-white ravine was completely unconcealed.

"So, young man, he is your benefactor?"

"That's right!"

The female boxer was so excited that she held the boy's arm excitedly. Seeing this, the apprentice female magician also held the boy's other hand.

The priestess was left clutching her staff with tears in her eyes.

She felt that girls needed to be reserved after all.

Especially as a priestess.

But she really didn't expect her two companions to be so... so...

The priestess was a good girl and couldn't say any bad words. She could only blush and feel very uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey, are you really that strong? You're not an adventurer yet, are you?"

The female witch was a petite pink-haired loli, looking at the boy with sparkling eyes.

According to the female boxer's introduction, they found the crystal coffin in the goblin's nest and had no time to escape, so the boy happened to pass by and saved them.

Although this story is illogical and a bit fake.

But as an adventurer, no matter how outrageous the things are, they are nothing.

The apprentice saint's heart moved.

Isn't he an adventurer yet?

That being said...

"If you become an adventurer too, wouldn't that make you a newcomer like us?"

In a word, the speaker has a good intention, and the listener... also has a good intention.

After a brief moment of silence, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and then suddenly there was a burst of enthusiasm.

"Hey! Come join our team! We're all new adventurers, so we can take care of each other!"

"Come join our team! We have adventurers who are saints~"

"Nonsense! They should be in our team! We have a Priestess!"

Not far away, the spearman shook his head in astonishment.

Seeing the witch teasing the boy from time to time as if she had found a new pet, the spearman felt a little headache.

Are you still going to do this task?

Beside him, the heavy warrior pinched his chin as he looked at the female knight over there, carefully examining the young man, and he also felt a headache.

Fortunately, the two of them were not as reckless as those newcomers, thinking of letting that young man join their little...

"Hey, young man, why don't you join my team?"

Spearman: "???"

A charming voice suddenly made the spearman's thinking a little rigid.

Turning around, he saw the heavy soldier trying to hold back his laughter, and he immediately grimaced for his embarrassing teammate.

The heavy soldier patted the spearman's shoulder, feeling proud.

"My team members won't be as careless as the witch..."

"Hmm? I heard that the boy saved these children through a miracle. He's a priest or something like that, right? Wouldn't that be perfect for my team?"

The heavy soldier's smug smile froze.

He doesn't want to bring a burden with him...

At the counter, the Goblin Slayer had given the young man the qualification to be an adventurer only after repeated assurances and even using his own silver-level certificate as collateral.

Looking at the boring male adventurers on one side and the female adventurers arguing enthusiastically about the new members on the other side, it feels like the style of the painting has suddenly changed, and there is a weird sense of disconnection.

Chapter 147: The Most Beautiful Woman on the Border

The bard is a very common wandering profession in the world of Goblin Slayer.

Their main responsibility is to write biographies of legendary figures from around the world and sing the stories of those legends in the cities they roam.

This also makes the bard a very popular profession.

No one doesn't like his or her fame to spread throughout the city kingdom.

Of course, that is a generous treatment that can only be enjoyed by bards with profound bardic skills.

Generally speaking, bards are a sewer profession, and it is normal for middle and lower-level bards to not have enough to eat.

Among them, there was a thin middle-aged man wearing a gentleman's hat.

He has traveled all over the world and is used to having one meal full and one meal hungry.

Who made him not have any best-selling works?

But it's different now!

Holding the "perfect" work in his hands with trembling excitement, he recalled the stunning glimpse he got when he first arrived in the border town.

That extraordinary young man, truly...

Looking at his crazy colleague, a fat bard immediately showed a look of disgust.

His colleagues were his enemies, and the audience was so limited that he didn't even have enough for himself, so how could he let this peasant take it all away from him?

That’s right, a mud-legged fellow. You can tell at first glance that this guy is an unsuccessful bard.

It's far worse than him.

At least he can have a nice piece of clothing!

So, he raised his head and gave the order in a haughty manner.

"Hey! Move away! I was here first!"

The fat poet's warning suddenly woke up the thin poet, who nodded awkwardly and moved away, even though he was the one who arrived first.

However, the thin poet was still reluctant to stay away from that public place which was very suitable for singing.

The bard's tiers are fairly distinct.

Whoever dresses better is the boss, whoever eats better, whoever is in a higher position, whoever is richer, and whoever has the right to speak.

He touched the coarse cloth clothes on his body which could only be considered clean, and the gentleman's hat on his head which he had bought with great care for a long time just to show off.

The thin poet looked at the perfect singing position with envy and let out a deep breath.

Holding his treasure, the thin poet's confidence suddenly swelled.

He snorted coldly.

Before, it was believed that if you took a step back, you would have a broader view. Now, if you take a step back, you get angrier.

He simply stayed on the high platform not far away, looking at the fat poet's ashen face. The thin poet shrank his neck and exhaled a puff of cold frosty mist.

He knew that if his baby failed to succeed, he would probably be severely beaten.

Such is the style and class of the bard.

In his hands, he played the lute.

The sound of the lute, which was not perfect but was passable, slowly began to rise, making the fat poet almost explode with anger. He could only put down the lute with deep resentment.

This is the rule.

Once the bard starts playing the harp, no other bard can disturb him.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the city streets, and many residents gathered around with great interest.

In this world, the singing of bards is a rare and interesting thing for ordinary residents.

Among them, a hooded elf girl stopped.

travelling poet?

Bards always have a lot of information, let's take a look at the situation first...

Looking at the few spectators below, and the ferocious expression of the fat poet not far away who was already rubbing his hands together, the thin poet took a few deep breaths again.

He believed in his precious work, and also believed in that beautiful young man!

Closing his eyes, he decided to fight to the death!

[Ah~~~~Where does that handsome boy come from?

Where did that holy figure come from?

No one knows, no one understands~

Some people say that he was created by the Supreme God because he is so handsome.

Some say that he should be the darling of heaven and earth, because he is more charming than the legendary elves.

As the bard sings.

The young man, who looked like a poem or painting, seemed to jump off the page, which was a miracle unique to the bard.

he……

[Like a fairy leaping in the forest, no one can catch it~]

he……

[Like a fairy reflected in water, no one can imagine~]

he……

[The sacredness that seems to have descended from heaven, no one can touch it~]

The figure walking in the light gradually became clearer, more beautiful and flawless.

The audience below held their breath and their hearts beat faster without them realizing it.

The elf girl's pupils were all shocked.