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"But if you connect the information together, you can guess. Maybe a hundred people won't drop it."

"How do you know?

"That's..."

Apparently, the Bandit Guild has confirmed some mercenary regiments that have been hired by the Marquis Ashtoner family over the past few years and are to have been wiped out.

"There's no way a mercenary squad could be wiped out that often. This country hasn't had a massive war in the last few years. So where did the exterminated mercenary regiment go?

Until now, rituals, etc. that sacrificed humans were suspected. But today's noise in the aristocratic city brightened up about a soldier manipulated by a pseudo-fanatical sword. Moreover, it appears that some of the brainwashing soldiers who attacked the soldier's jar and self-destructed were mixed with members of a mercenary regiment who were treated as exterminated.

I'm sure of this already. They say there are over 80 bandit guilds just grasping it. Add missing adventurers and more to that and we can predict a 100-strong workforce.

"Be careful. It's pretty hard to rescue Master Garth, isn't it?

"How could you give me such information?

The Bandit Guild isn't on the side of justice, and I don't know why you bothered to put it on the shoulders of Fran or Count Baileys. What do you mean, you have a choice to work with Marquis Ashtoner and smoke sweet juice?

"Well, even for us, this king's capital is a place we can't lose. Just as the Adventurer's Guild protects and effectively uses dungeons as a hunting ground, the Bandit's Guild has protected and nurtured the back of this king's capital."

I guess we have spent a long time laying down rules for banditry, entering the gap between nobility and the general public, and creating a place to be.

As Pink said earlier, dungeons and enchantments for the Adventurer Alliance. Workshops and mines for blacksmith guilds. That's the king's capital for the bandit guild, he said.

"Losing this place doesn't make it easier to move to other cities now. Because there's already a first person there, hey. No, it doesn't matter if it's just the superiors. But who's down there? Suri or empty nest. Male whore to whore. Many of these people have no other way than to turn themselves into debt slaves."

I don't know how many constituents there are in Wang Capital, but I know that it's impossible for everyone to get a new position.

"I've been a little suspicious for a long time, but the Marquis Ashtoner family is totally weird here these days. I don't even think I can negotiate. That's no good."

"No?"

"Originally, I'm pretty sure I'm an ambitious... I just think the last few years have gone crazy already. There is a danger that it could turn the king's capital into a sea of fire."

I mean, it's not going to be a business opponent for them either. Yeah, I guess I want the Marquis Ashtoner family, who looks like they're on a rampage, to leave early, before the important King's Capital becomes a battlefield.

"No, we won't have to fight some more. But now the aristocratic city alone might fit in."

That's the Bandit Guild. Strong.

Apparently, the Bandit Guild was following Fran's movements to teach him about Garth. He said he was going to make contact somewhere. I mean, even if you didn't hear from Faith, you'd have spoken to Fran early. I am also aware of the anomaly of the Marquis Ashtoner family in the process.

"As far as we're concerned, we can't stand out and move soldiers, but in other respects, let us support them. What, I'm not thinking about raising the reward. Let's call it a joint front. What do you say?"

'Fran, these guys aren't lying. Not entirely credible, but I think we can cooperate'

"Mm. Tell the Count"

"You don't have time, do you? I'm going to go with one of you, so why don't you bring him in to the Count?

"Okay."

They kept him waiting away, and what came in about five minutes was a tight-headed little old man. Both eyebrows and chin moustache are white and long.

I guess I'm a magician when I see you wearing a cane and dressed in a robe. But his hips are crooked and he doesn't look very capable of fighting. Well, only the appearance, though.

I felt the magic hidden in it before I appraised it, and both Fran and I were in a state of war. Respond to this old man's attack at any time to retain time to be able to fight back.

It's not just the strength of magic. From the old man, it felt like something unique to the strong man. To be clear, he may be the strongest human being I've ever met in the King's Capital. Don't insult me, bandit guild.

"Hmm? Did you understand just from a glance at Non's prowess? That's what you mean by having an alias? It's not like those basin darkers there."

Hit the floor with a cane in your hand and squeal with a bump. You seem like a tough old man. Sometimes the glance from under the white eyebrows is sharp, and the atmosphere is not very good, but I can't say it is favorable.

"He's the strongest man in the Bandit Guild."

"It's Ayworth."

Age is 73. Because of this, my arm strength and agility stats are low, but storm magic is level 3, ocean magic level 2, ice and snow magic level 6, death magic level 5, and I'm a pretty high ranking magician. I even use earthwork and auxiliary magic. No, wait. Ayworth? That sounds familiar. He also remembered Fran.

"Diaz's people?

"What if you know Diaz?

"Mmm. I know both Fermus and Gumd"

"Right. Non is a dragon-bound Ayworth. I did have a party with them once."

Listening to your past companions, it's not even a nickel. Are you unfriendly, or is this your personality in the first place? Anyway, it's been on top of the Buddha ever since he showed up.

"And then there's the secret society."

"The secret society? Oh, what if you mean the magic guild?

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm sorry about that. But he also said that it was made by Nong, and he has already left. I guess the executives like it now. Well, I'm not interested anymore."

"Fran. It's true"

Apparently, he's the type of person who doesn't care except for what he's interested in. I want to tell you to get this over with!

"Former Rank A Adventurer, why bandits?

"The old man used to hunt bandits."

Oh, my God, he showed up in King's Capital a few years ago, attacked a member of the Bandit Guild, and he was taking them away. And that's why it's for human experiments.

"I used to buy felony slaves, but that doesn't mean I can always buy them while they're expensive. But there's no reason to use innocent people as experimental benches. That's where it flashed. Yeah, let's hunt bandits."

It's the worst disaster for a burglar. But it is a thankful story for the general public. Yet there is no respect at all, I guess, because Ayworth is acting only to fully satisfy his desires.

"I've been hunting pirates around here for a while."

But gradually the number of burglars began to decrease. With Ayworth hunting too much, he said it was dangerous to work in the Kranzel kingdom, as a result of information coming out of the bandits.

Afterwards, Ayworth came to the conclusion that there were not bandits or pirates, but also bandits in the city. And they started targeting members of the Bandit Guild. But as a bandit guild, it won't be a hoard.

As a result, they successfully negotiated with Ayworth to hire him instead of a bandit guild baton instead of offering felony slaves and traitors.

"Sometimes you just defeat your enemies and you get as many experimental benches as you like. That's an easy job."

Fran is staring at his face. You must have been uncomfortable with Ayworth. No, I'd rather not have a crush on this guy.

"Oh, I'm telling you, you didn't kill the experimental bench, did you? He has given me a little peek into the contents and has since recovered exactly before releasing them. Well, felony slaves are selling off again. You want to know what kind of experiment?

"... nothing good"

I'm in a hurry now. Besides, I hear Fran's not really interested. Ayworth, confused by Fran, frowns in dissatisfaction.

"Hmm."

"Huh. It's hard to handle, Grandpa, but it's impeccable fighting"

"... the enemy has the ability to destroy magic and seal magic"

"What? Is that true?

"Mmm."

"Kuku. Interesting."

"No, Ayworth. Wouldn't it suck if you were sealed up with magic?

That's what Pink asks, but Ayworth doesn't stop laughing. The advice also only fuelled Grandpa's curiosity.

"Kuku. I don't mind. That if he died, he would have been weak. More than that, I've been interested in the sword and the doings since I got the report. It might help with the research."

I'm worried that this grandfather will help me with the enchantment, but his motivation seems to be Max.

"Ayworth. Isn't that too much?

"Let's do good. Well, it depends on the other guy. Kukukuku"

That's how he laughs. Ayworth's face is distorted by desire and is a totally evil man's expression. I couldn't possibly trust more than a bandit guild.