220 218 A bunch of them.

When Fran left the Adventurer Alliance, the weird guys suddenly came close.

Speaking of how weird it is, all four of them wear the same gray robe softly from their heads and their faces cannot be discerned well. He has a wooden wand in his hand that was a savior, and he is perfectly fit to think only of himself as a mage.

Besides, he's the type of classic magician who comes out of the gaga. Perfect so far, don't make it look like a cosplay even though it's a world of sorcery.

Besides, the control of the movement was abnormal, and that breathtaking movement had increased their frigidity in reverse.

After I appraised him, I found out that he was quite a magician. That said, no one can use the top attributes, and he's the highest-level guy and water magic is level 7.

"What?"

Weird guys to see, but I can't feel any hostility or malice in particular, so I'm lost for a moment on how to handle it.

Then four broke sassy to the left and right, and put their canes up in heaven. And one man came in from the middle.

Unlike the plain four, he has a luxurious cane with a gemstone embedded first in a purple robe with only one gold edge. He's got a face.

Noticeable neat nose. He's a handsome guy with blue hair. It's frigid. No, you're not saying it's frigid or anything because you're handsome, are you? Really?

"I've been waiting for you. Dear Fran!"

"Hmm? Who?

"My name is Gracuma. Ayworth Sorcerer Guild, Director of the Urmut Branch."

Glarkma gracefully graces herself with a playful trick. That's a painting.

But you're a magician's guild. I've heard your name, but you never got involved. You mean the head of the Urmut branch, the head of this country?

Um, not weak, but now you're the branch manager? 'Cause you mean the guild master of this town's sorcerer's guild, right?

When it comes to being the guild master for us, it's a Klimt or Diaz level...

The magician named Glarkma in front of me only has 20 basic LVs, and he only had stats to the extent of a precisely rank D adventurer. Only magic is flame: Lv3, storm: Lv1, thunderbolt: Lv2 and reasonably powerful, but otherwise devastating. I guess I really only went on to practice magic.

But I don't remember these guys calling me Lady Fran or anything......

"We have seen many great matches"

"Yes."

"Numerous great sorceries used in the game! I was so impressed with this glaucoma that I cried unconsciously!

Well, from the magician's point of view, did it look like an advanced game with all the high-end witchcraft? Because I shot Kanna Kamui, it would have looked like I shot him with no chant.

"Dear Grand Mage Fran,"

"? I'm not a magician"

I guess it's like a name. But when I think about it, I haven't changed my profession in a while. I wonder if Fran would have increased considerably now.

Glarkma ignored Fran's whining and took something like a little box out of her nostalgia. Then, when the small box is opened, it is placed on one knee in front of the flan to show the contents of the small box.

In keeping with that movement, he tilted forward the wand that the magicians of the ash robe had put up and moved to surround us.

It also looks like some kind of suspicious ritual. No magic moves, but let's keep an eye out for these guys' moves. If you make any suspicious moves at all, I'll kick your ass with a mind-boggle.

"This way, please"

"What's this?

"My Ayworth Mage Guild will give it to Fran, the Great Mage. First floor chapter."

"Grade?"

What's the rank? I don't know, but Glarkma's going to recommend the box as a snag.

Master?

"Hmm, what do I do?"

Neither the magicians around you nor the glaucomas have any indication of using magic, but are you sure you're okay with receiving something like this medal?

"Sa, please take this one. The Great Mage deserves you."

I don't feel hostile, and I have no lies in my current words... That doesn't make me feel trustworthy.

'But it's suspicious, and let's stop receiving it. All of a sudden, you can find out about the Sorcerer's Guild and all that. "

"Mm. I don't need it."

"Hey, why!

"Something suspicious"

"No, we don't..."

"Yes, that's it"

"Hey, what the fuck!

If I was unsure whether to force a glacquard without pulling, there was a shadow interrupting between Fran and the glacquards.

"It's the same at Ayworth's."

"Fermus?"

"Hey, it's been yesterday"

Yes, it was Fermus, a former Rank A adventurer and yarn man who played a fierce fight with Fran who blocked me from sheltering Fran.

"Do what! Don't be adventurous! We're in the middle of an important ritual right now!

"I'm here to interrupt that stupid ritual."

"What do you mean?

"You know, it's the way these guys always do it."

Oh, my God, what's happening now seems to be the official induction ceremony for the Ayworth Mage Guild. The movements of the surrounding magicians were still ritual objects.

And then the ritual is completed by being awarded a rank stamp by a high-ranking sorcerer, and Fran is made to join the sorcerer's guild, apparently.

"There is no particular magical bondage, but once you receive it, it will definitely be annoying in the future."

I see. You make a fait accompli, and then you stick it to your shield. It's the usual trick of a con artist to keep saying "but you got it" even if you didn't know.

"But are you going to be fooled?

That's true, isn't it? For example, if we piss off high-ranking magicians, they may retaliate, and their reputations will fall.

"That's what they hate about it. I only use these kinds of hands on talented children, etc. Fran is only young on the outside. I don't care what you think."

Plus if you're a normal kid, you wouldn't try to deal with it by force, scared of being hostile to an organization that says magician guild.

In other words, the pressure of the organization on a fait accompli that says it has finished the ritual. Are you telling me that you are subordinating your child to tissue by adding three inches to your tongue? Sorry about the guys.

"Of the multiple mage guilds, only the Ayworth Mage Guild does such a radical imitation, though. Because they are an organization close to underground organizations that speak of world domination by powerful magicians. You've been looking at Fran's powers, trying to get him into the organization."

"I see."

"Mr. Fran. You are the focus of attention from all sides. Please feel a little more critical."

"Mm-hmm. Thanks"

"Now, what shall we do with these idiots"

"Then you mean us being stupid! There's a savage adventurer flair that I can only think of to sue for immediate violence!

I'm sure a lot of people say that to adventurers, but they're totally colored glasses. At least if you only saw how Fermus looked and spoke, you wouldn't think he was barbaric. You're just making fun of me for saying you're an adventurer.

"What's wrong with calling dumb people stupid who can't even imagine their end of the line and wield their own logic?

"Huh? What? Fuck!

Mr. Fermus, you understand. You're a savage adventurer who complains of violence immediately. You don't condone someone who tries to fool you.

Fran's front kick blows up the glaucoma and rolls him to sleep on the ground.

"Ugh..."

Fran doesn't mean it at all. Blah blah, it was a kick I let go with restraint to get out of shape......

Gracuma is holding her kicked belly down, rolling in a gobble and scattering all sorts of things from the top and bottom.

"Weak!"

"Mmm."

I was gonna show you hell from now on, but you seem to have clapped it out because you were able to knock it down lightly. It's been a while since I've seen Fran's face surprised like this.

"Hey, what's up, Fran?

"Why such a barbaric imitation!

'Cause I got annoyed about something.

"Oh, for that reason!

Fran likes to run adventurers, and many people are as close to adventurers as Amanda and Elsa. Even if Fermus' words were lies, there's no way he could just do something about these guys who made fun of adventurers.

"Damn, run - what?

"I can't move my body!

"Shit!"

"You will not escape my threads."

It's convenient, Fermus. They sealed the sorcerers' movements at some point with yarn. The men wrapped in thread are unable to move.

"When?"

"It's a weapon of great secrecy, isn't it? It's better suited to an ambushing situation than fighting from the front."

"I see."

You mean a weapon not suitable for combat in a place like a martial arts competition in the first place? Indeed, there can also be a future in which, once we have fought Fermus in dungeons, forests, etc., we will be wound up and chopped up at some point. If they develop guerrilla warfare in thread traps and junctions, it would be quite a hassle.

"Well, I still don't think you can beat Mr. Fran."

"Why?"

"If you're indiscriminately attacked with a super-powerful attack like the last one you've been shot, there's no way to prevent it."

However, there may be times when such tactics of war cannot be used depending on the location. I can't be honest with you. I still want to be strong enough to win the right way.

"Well, a little off the record, what do you do with them?

"What do we do?

"As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a good idea to leave it to the Adventurer Guild?

"Really?"

"Yeah. They're an organization, too. The Alliance will spare no effort for an adventurer of your own strength."

If that's what Fermus says, can I leave it to you? I'm going to drag these guys into my sorcerer's guild and give the other sorcerers painful eyes, and from there - no matter what I'm doing, I don't have enough time.

"Well, I'll take care of it"

"So, do you want to take me"

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?

"Mm-hmm. You need to punish me"

So he stuffs them with a piece of cake in the bellies of the magicians before handing them over to the Adventurer's Guild.

I thought it wouldn't look bad if I asked Diaz and Elsa, but Diaz was thrilled to hear about Fran and Fermus.

"With this in mind, you can crush that creepy magician guild by waving a giant! I'll make the Adventurer Guild get paid for selling fights from the front!

So he handed over the magicians to his men with the leaping Diaz on his ass.