I'll go negotiate, and you can go sightseeing in the meantime.
Unh.
I don't understand the language, but you're okay with it. ......?

　Bellamus told him and entered the Merchant's Guild.

　The woman at the Merchant's Guild had a receptionist, so Bellamus spoke to her.

"Hello. Is the master of this guild here?
'What's it like to be a guildmaster?　You're not an elf and you're not human. How did you get here?　Are you sure you don't want to go home?

　He treated me like a child.

Uh, I've got a trade deal to discuss.
Trade?　You?

　Once again, Vellums finds it a pain in the ass to be seen as a child.

"I may look like this, but I'm an adult. I'm cursed and I'm short. I am the mayor of a town named Beresdral, and I would like to establish trade between it and this town. ......
A curse?　Mayor?　Is that true?

　I was skeptical.

"It's true.
Ha. ......

　Isn't it hard to be a kid with a strange, imposing attitude?　And the woman at the reception desk thinks.
　I don't believe it completely, but I've decided not to treat her as a child for now.

I understand. Then I'll take you to the guild master. ......

　The lady at the front desk will take you directly to them. Bellamus will follow.

　You walk up the stairs to the second floor. From there, you'll walk down a hallway and go straight ahead until you come to a large door.

"Inside this room is the guildmaster.

　The woman at reception knocked on the door.
　After a few seconds, a woman's voice comes from inside saying, "Come in!

　The receptionist opens the door and steps inside. Bellamus followed.

"Well, hello there. You're a pretty visitor.

　Inside the room was a female elf with a mature atmosphere.
　The woman at the reception desk tells the she-elf, who appears to be the guild master, what happened.

"Oh my God, she's negotiating with you?

　The guild master, a female elf, looked surprised.

''This is the Master of the Elf Trader's Guild, Master Furren Sharpe.
My name is Vellums. It's nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

　Hullen stood up and shook hands with Vellums.

I'll go back to the receptionist.

　The receptionist walked out of the room.

'Well, I hear you're going to negotiate, can you do it?　I'm not a kid yet.

　Vellums thought it was a pain in the ass, but he explained the same thing .

'Hmmm . . a curse on the child. ...... That's a lie, isn't it?
...... what?
But it's true that I'm an adult inside.
......

　Vellum's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the complete spotlight.

"It's a bit of a skill. It's a big elven country and there are all kinds of elves. There are many men who think they can make money by lying. It's hard to become master of the merchants' guild in the capital if you can't see that.
I see.
So what do you want to do for me?

　Bellamus told me why he came here. He explained that he was from a town called Beresdral and that he wanted to trade with the city.

"Trade. ...... I'm sorry, but I can't make that offer at this time.
Why?
The Merchant's Guild ...... or rather this whole country is in danger from now on. I'm sorry to ask you to come all the way to this country from other countries, but we may not be able to trade properly from now on. We can't build a new trade route under such conditions.
Crisis?
"I can't give out details. Very few people know anything about it. But this information could cause a city-wide panic if it gets out.

　Belamus wanted to know more about the crisis, but Furren wasn't likely to tell him, so he gave up.

'If we can manage that crisis, will you sign the trade?
That depends on what the deal is. What are you going to do about it?


'I don't know what kind of danger we're in, but I'm reasonably confident in my abilities. Trade routes outside of this country are currently difficult to tie up, so I'm hoping to get a good answer and leave.
You're not lying to me. But I can't discuss the crisis with you.
Okay.

　Vellums then left the Merchant's Guild.

''Is it a crisis, ......, let's do a little research.

　Belamus decides to find out more about the looming danger in the land of the elves.