Val had taken on another day job today.
　This time he was hired to carry the adventurers' luggage.
　It was common for adventurers to hire someone other than party members to carry their luggage, as they would not be able to fight if their hands were occupied by large luggage.
　They were confronted with a humanoid monster with a head like a pig, the Orc.
　Orcs have strong arms and the dexterity to handle weapons, but their behavior patterns are simple.
　There is no need to fear them that much, as long as they are well coordinated and creative.
　The three of them are accompanied by Val, and the archers are able to draw the attention of the orcs, while the two vanguards close in on them.
　The Orcs return fire with their strong arms, and the young men must desperately avoid them.
　If they fail to escape, the power of the Orcs could blow their upper bodies off.
　The archer prevents them from doing so, and the arrows he shoots always delay the orcs' actions.

(The bowman is the lifeblood of this party.)

　Val assessed.
　When the orc managed to finish him off, he was hobbled off as a scullery maid.

'Hey, Bal, I'll take care of this too,'

　They have to be told to drain the blood, dismember the flesh and do the work that people don't like to do.
　If the orc's corpse is left intact, it will decompose and attract a large number of other demons.
　Draining the blood and dismantling the corpse would greatly reduce that.

(If it's just the smell of blood, then surprisingly no demons will come to you.)

　Val also wonders.
　While he is working, the adventurers are resting while being aware of their surroundings.
　The adventurers' reasoning was that since they were protecting the luggage carriers from the battle for their lives for free, they could let them do the unpleasant work ...... for it.
　For that, the wages paid for carrying luggage are quite cheap, a few copper coins at most.
　That's why it was rare to find someone over thirty years of age who could still carry the luggage.

"Aren't you ashamed of being worked over by us teenagers, old man?

　Today's party of adventurers were still young but reasonably active and were said to have a promising future.
　It was a party where all of them were only Human males.

''Oh no, you are all accomplished men who were promoted to the seventh level in your teens.

　Val gives a sneaky and disgusting affectionate smile.

'If I could make it to eighth grade at twenty years old, I'd be excellent, but you guys are even faster.

　The blue-haired young man who had gotten involved in his deceitfulness smiled in a good way.

'You're right. I don't mean to brag, but it's not very often that someone is better than us.

'You're not going to be able to beat a general or a knight-errant, though.

　The bowman, a slender boy, shrugged his shoulders.
　In Val's view, this bowman was the most polite and humble of all.

'Only now. That's only for now. We're still teenagers and inexperienced, you know. He said as long as we gain experience, we can become first class adventurers and look back on those guys from the Order.

　He was a muscular young man with flaming red hair.
　He was jovial and treated Val normally, but he was somewhat optimistic and a bit overconfident.

'You're going to look back at the Order?'

　When Val pretends to be stupid and asks a question, the blue-haired young man glares at him.

'Hey, old man. You're an outsider, don't come in here!

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

　Val hurriedly heaved.
　The gesture was so good that none of the young people thought that this man was actually the strongest.

'Let's leave it at that. Yes, Mr. Val.

　The bowman restrains his companions and serves Val tea.

'Hey, hey, it's that old man's job to prepare the tea!

　The blue hair shouted even more angrily.
　His anger was not directed at his companions, but at Val.

''You are a useless old man!　That's why I'm so old and still in the ninth grade!

'Oh, Mr. Val, you're still in the ninth grade?'

　The big red-haired man sounded surprised.
　The ninth grade is a class that anyone can reach if they work diligently and persistently.
　The fact that it stops there means that people think that you are lacking in the makings of an adventurer.
　It's a different situation in Val's case, but there's no way for the youngsters to know that.

It's ...... better to have a little more ambition.

　Even the bowman pointed out with reservation.
　The other two turned blatantly disdainful glances at Val.

''Oh no, I don't know,''

　Val, who has no intention of revealing the truth, pretends to be a useless old man who tries to cover it up with a really good affectionate smile.
　The scene can only be considered a joke if someone from Yagami Teru (Levatain) sees it.

"d*mn, we shouldn't have used this old man. I asked for an experienced veteran, but to have someone who has no skills other than being uselessly old and useless.

　The blue hair is poisoned by one person, as if his anger has not yet subsided.

''It can't be helped. I heard that a large number of demons appeared in various places and were exterminated by the people of Yagami Akira (Levatain).

Yeah, the Adventurer's Guild is busy trying to figure out what's going on and see if there's anything else wrong.

　The blue-haired man responded with a click of his tongue.
　He had calculated that doing a blistering job at a time like this would bring him closer to the higher ranks.

''I heard that there were two hundred gargoyles in the imperial capital as well. It seems the Light War God ended it in an instant, though.''

　The bowman says, and the red-haired man questions him.

'Is that true?　A large army of gargoyles in an instant, that's an unusual amount of strength, no matter how much it takes.

''Since it was the imperial capital that was attacked, there were a large number of witnesses, and it seems that it's impossible to explain other than that the Light War God was too strong.

　The bowman shrugged.

'Keh, crap.'

　The blue-haired young man spits out in an uninteresting manner.
　As Bal wondered if something was wrong, the bowman noticed it and told him.

''Oh, don't worry about it. I'm just jealous that my lovely sister is a big fan of the God of Light's God of War.'

Isn't this a little shameful, huh?

　When the red-haired man laughs at him, the blue-haired young man turns away uncomfortably.