19 17 I Lose Suspicion

Randell taught me to walk down the road to the Adventurer Guild.

Hmm, that's a beautiful town. It's a medieval European town. Nice, I don't have half the fantasy.

Besides, I've never seen so many people in this world before. That alone makes me tense.

What excites me even more was the appearance of the fae, walking mixed in humans. The old beast man who gave birth to Chemomi Chemosippo, or the kyonu Elov who smashes up the image - the elder sister of Toto Elf. A wide variety of races walk down the street, including the bearded dwarf.

Dispersed by those people, I could also see the adventurous men in a chill.

Check your status, there's just no one weaker than Fran. There are quite a few of them.

Besides, we're overwhelmed with skill levels and quantities. Even the most skilled adventurer I've ever seen had the best swordsmanship LV5. You know exactly how abnormal my swordsmanship LV7 is.

If you use your skills, you can beat your opponents in stats. It's a battle on the plains, I understand.

Rather, it can be said to be pointless in front of differences in skills, such as slight status differences. So if you think about it, what Fran's going to do as an adventurer doesn't seem to be a problem.

I just couldn't help but be depressed because I was different.

That's because I saw the performance of the weapon, held by the adventurer.

Name: Long Sword of Fine Steel

Attack: 398 Magic Power Held: 5 Endurance: 600

Magic conductivity · F

Skills: None

Same long sword as me. Well, the offense was beating me. Saying you're winning otherwise wouldn't be any consolation. As a sword, I feel lost.

It's the material that makes the chase even worse. Fine quality steel. I mean, the fact that I said Mithrill or Orihalcon, that I lost to mere steel, not legendary metal. That's what was beating me.

Even then, all these highly aggressive weapons pop into my eyes, about one in five of them with such weapons.

And the extremes were hanging on the hips of a man walking in front of him.

Name: Dagger in Mithrill Alloy

Attack: 423 Magic Power Held: 20 Endurance: 700

Magic conductivity · D +

Skills: None

'Ha, ha...'

I just have to laugh now. Yeah, I was dull. I was delighted to defeat the Warcraft. It was nothing more than an over-decorated sword that I could read and talk to.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, Fran. I can't do this anymore."

I explained it to Fran. If you don't have the skills, you're no better than a weapon there. It must be a gold sword made by the rich.

Nadenade

Fran will nadenade me after I finish explaining.

"Fran......"

"Mmm."

"Are you comforting me or something?

"Master has skills"

Yes, my daughter! Right, even if the offensive power is less than the sword of a commercial product, it can be supported by skill. Rather, that's all it's worth. I've made up my mind, Skill King, I'll be!

I just want to buy you a decent sword, not a blunt one like me. Now you'll have to use me, but one day I'll buy you a strong sword.

To do so, sign up for the Adventurer Alliance and earn your Bali Money!

'Okay, I'm sorry to worry about you. It's all right now. Let's go to the Adventurers Guild.'

"Mmm."

On the road, you ate extra time because of me, but you finally made it, Adventurer Guild.

"Big."

The building, even compared to the surrounding facilities, was quite large. I guess that means so many adventurers.

"Though!

Get in the mood. Ma, nobody can hear me.

Inside was cleaner than I thought. More like this, I was hoping for an intimidating interior, like a pub at the end of the day. Looks like a little expensive hotel reception.

Well, if it was too bad, it would put the reputation of the guild on hold.

However, it was one 12-year-old girl who came in, which attracted a lot of attention. Even as we head to the counter, the gaze of the adventurers around us follows.

"I want to register"

"Ah, yes. Are you alone?

"1 person"

"This is an Adventurer's Guild..."

"I know."

No matter how much in this world, it seems unusual for a 12-year-old girl to come to the Adventurer Register alone. This is the weapon, the protective gear, the 12 year old, but I've been working out since I was a little girl. There's a targeted vibe, I'm making you say buoy as a hunter, but what? If I were a targeted child, I would still have been.

Fran doesn't even wear protective gear. Instead, he would look like only a fugitive slave, no matter how he looked, in a worn out outfit.

It was too out of place.

The lady at the reception who got back on her feet will give you an explanation.

"Registration is not something anyone can do, there are tests"

"Mmm."

"This will be a test in action format, are you sure?

"Good."

"Are you sure? You may get hurt."

"Fine."

"No matter what happens, our guild is not responsible"

"It's okay."

"Really... Okay, hold on a second."

I guess it turns out Fran gets tested. The adventurers are shining.

There was no one involved, but it was not a very welcoming atmosphere. I can't believe a kid like this is going to be an adventurer. That's a licked atmosphere.

Naturally. If I was in their shoes, I would have felt the same way.

"Are you all right? Fran '

"No, if you don't understand."

After waiting a while, the receptionist came back.

"Thank you for waiting. This way, please."

"Mmm."

Guided was a wide ground surrounded by walls on all sides, behind the guild. Sounds like the guild's training ground.

A tough man stands in that training ground, there will be two meters. Besides, he's dressed in black, together-body armor, like a late century champion. A huge battle axe standing aside was further multiplying its intimidation. I think I'm going to hear a sound effect called goggle from behind.

If I were a normal child, I would cry out just eye-to-eye. I'm a little surprised even I'm supposed to be used to the Warcraft intimidation.

"Are you the one who wants to register?

Wow. Just stared at me, awesome intimidation.

"Mmm."

But he doesn't look frightened of Fran. It was the usual attitude. My daughter's a big shot!

I'm the examiner, Donald Rondo.

You have too many dots. Hard to say. Donald's fine.

"The exam is simple. Have them fight me. You don't seem to defeat too easily, you can't pass!

"Okay."

"I'll tell you what, I'm not a good handyman. I'm serious. If you don't want to get hurt, walk away now!

The moment Donald Rondo screamed, tremendous pressure was on us. You're obviously using intimidating skills, aren't you? So you're saying the fight's already started?

"All right, which way?"

"Mmm!"