Gorsuch was a place in Ray's eyes that looked like an oasis city, a desert city.
　Even though it's a desert city... or maybe it's because it's a desert, there's a wall surrounding the Gorsuch.
　The walls are not so different from guillem in appearance alone, but what is very different from guillem is that they exist deep underground.
　As long as this is a desert, there are quite a few monsters moving underground, including sandworms and sand serpents.
　In order to prevent monsters from appearing in the city through the underground, it was necessary to build a wall that stopped them from entering deep underground.
　...and as a result, the finances of Sollein, which was originally a small country, have temporarily deteriorated, but it has taken a long time to make a profit and is now in the black.
　At any rate, when entering the city, he was surprised to hear that he was already familiar with the conversation, but thanks to August, he managed to deal with the bandits and finished the procedures for selling them to slave traders, and now Ray was watching Gorsuch with him.
　Next to Ray, Augusto explains Gorsuch.

"Well, we've got all the construction costs back, but over time we'll still have a lot of problems ... especially the problem these days is the aging."
"Ah... I know that."

　Given that this is a desert, the wall is naturally more depleted than in a location like Gilm.
　The walls deteriorate day by day due to sandstorms, intense sunlight and intense cold at night.
　When the degradation reaches its limit, the wall naturally breaks down and becomes useless.

"But these days, Gorsuch doesn't have much budget, either... look, there."

　Auguste showed a section of the wall.
　However, there were traces of repairs that were visible to Ray.

"It's a very poor job,"
"Yes, as a person living in Gorsuch, I would like you to make a better repair, if possible, but not one or two." Of course you need the right materials to make a full-scale repair."
"But isn't it a little too harsh?"
"...I used to employ more skilled craftsmen in the Erema Chamber."

　The words alone make Ray understand the situation somehow. But... what appeared on Ray's face was a look of amazement.

"Are you insane? You live here, don't you? If you cut corners, you'll lose your life before you mention it?"

　On the frontier... it was absolutely unthinkable in Gilm.
　It's only natural that they risk their lives... and all the lives of the residents.

(No, was there a case about Azot? But the Azot trade didn't do anything like this. perhaps because of Mr. Dusker's presence.)

　The face of a person who has come to remember Ray's mind for some reason these days passes by.
　He was so greedy that he made himself angry...Ultimately, the person who will be watching hell every time he goes to bed.

"I know it's life‐threatening. I know that the Erema business has a deep connection with the above."

　It was when August muttered to that extent. Zarroost, who was next to August, glares sharply at a point.

"Mr. Augusto,"

　Auguste followed his gaze at Zarroost's words, and there was a familiar figure there.
　The man who was there was not here by chance... but by chance he was waiting for Augusto to come here.
　Still, the reason why he stopped on the spot without trying to come close to Augusto is because of his son, who is by Ray's side.

"Daridra... Why are you here?" No, you don't have to think about it."
"Who is it?"

　Looking at the face of a nervous-looking man in his 40s, Ray asks Zaroust next door.
　He has tanned skin like the people of the desert, but for some reason he doesn't look very precise.
　His nervous features and eyes combined with a very somber impression of Ray.

"He is the present chairman of the Erema Chamber of Commerce,"
"…I see. He's...

　It was Erema's business that gave the bandits a sandboat... it was not yet confirmed, but it was quite likely.
　If that's the case, why did Augusto's business team return safely when Elema even handed over the sandboat? It's only natural that you should be concerned about it.
　Zarroost glares impatiently at Dallidra.
　But Dallidra... and the guards around her never seem to notice Zarroost's murderous gaze.
　That's how dumb he must be to see Sett for the first time.

"Let's go."

　Auguste tries to walk away, saying he doesn't want to see Dallidra's face for even a second.
　But such Augusto's behavior may have finally brought Dari Dora back to life. He began to walk towards August in a flurry.
　Just as they follow Dharidra, those who seem to be guards and associates start to move.

"Well, Mr. Auguste," I understand that you have had a hard time of it?"

　Dari-dora asks, with the appropriate expression to describe it as snake-like.
　However, the reason why I keep Seto out of sight as much as possible is probably because I'm afraid.
　Nevertheless, I spoke to Augusto in large part because he had a devil's necklace around his neck.
　The master is essentially responsible for the uproar caused by the monster wearing the demon necklace.
　In this case it's Ray.
　Given his position as president of the Elema Chamber of Commerce, Dallidra predicted that he would never do it...
　It's not by any means wrong. But only for the inhabitants of Gorsuch.
　Still, Ray says nothing in particular to Dallidra, who approaches him.
　I'm just looking silently at August and Dallidra's interaction.

"Oh, your ears are quite quick. We've just come back. It sounds as if you knew we were going to be attacked."

　He's usually a good August, but when he does, he's as sharp as he can say he's going to do it.

(I think it's amazing to get attacked and clean up just because of the bad taste.)

　Ray glances at Dallidra, his bodyguards and his entourage, saying he can't do anything like this.
　However, Augusto and Dallidra have different sizes.
　Daridra, the president of Elema's business, and Augusto, who has only one shop.
　The difference in influence was so great that it appeared as a sheer difference in power.
　For a few minutes, we talk to each other accusingly... and Dalidra finally gets to the point.

"Come to think of it, Mr. Auguste," It is said that the bandits who were attacked by everything had a sandboat. What is the matter with the sandboat?"

　Auguste is convinced that it was the real subject.
　Of course, you might be worried about the Augusts who came back unharmed, despite the bandits attacking them.
　But it was clear that he was more concerned about the whereabouts of the sandboat.

(It's no wonder.) The sandboat is not something you can buy easily. ... well, if you lent it to a bandit without any guarantee, that would not be the norm. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　I thought that the Augusts might have brought a sandboat, so I hurried to the main gate after hearing the report of my return, but there was no sandboat there.
　That doesn't mean they're going to dump expensive magic items like sandboats in the desert, and they're wondering what happened to sandboats.
　I anticipate Darydra's behavior in that way and take it for granted.
　In the first place, it's impossible to assume that you have an item box.

"Oh, your ears are very quick,"an Augusto speaking exactly the same language as before
　You must have understood the color of the ridicule contained in it. Daridra wiggles nervously.
　Still, he doesn't show any exasperation, but continues to speak, suppressing his irritation.

"Unlike any merchant, I have a large network of information. and what the hell is wrong with the sandboat?"

　Augusto smiles and opens his mouth to Dallidra, who thinks she can never retreat here, given the value of a sandboat.

"What's the matter?" Why does Mr. Dallidra care about it? The item owned by the bandit is taken by the one who overthrew the bandit's possession. That's only natural, isn't it? It's not something you should be concerned about."

　gain ownership
　The moment I hear the words, Dari Dora's expression is shaken.
　And I turned to Ray.
　It was based on the expectation that anyone who was subservient to Rank A monsters like Gryphon could easily defeat them, whether they were sandbagglers or sandbagglers.
　The reason Zarroost and his party members looked at Ray, not at him, who seemed to be the strongest here, was because they all knew each other.
　As president of Elema's business, I naturally remembered the faces of Augusto and his bodyguards against me.
　That's probably why Ray, who has never seen him before, assumed that he was a demon of Sett.

(I still don't think he could make a Gryphon a subject of such a small person... but he could make monsters subservient by any means other than arm-arm.)

　To Dallidra, Ray didn't seem like a good adventurer.
　But that's probably because Dari Dora is a merchant.
　The men, the bodyguards, instinctively understand that only skilled adventurers have the power to compare Ray with them. ...and put it away.
　The impression that adventurers saw Ray was that he was a wolf in sheep's skin... no, a dragon.
　That's why they didn't want their guard, Dallidra, to behave strangely toward Ray.

"...that sandboat was actually stolen from us." I'd like it back if possible."
"Did you steal it said. ...the Elima Chamber of Commerce, of all nations, has never intentionally made a thief steal a magic item?"
"Mr. Augusto, isn't it a little too much to say that it was our fault to steal the sandboat, but I'm still disappointed to hear that it was done intentionally?"

　Daridra told me that he was particularly uncomfortable, but he doesn't think Augusto would believe what he said.
　But it's a farce that Dallidra is aware of course.
　No matter how many Augusts say Dallidra is suspicious, there is no evidence to prove it.
　No, there's evidence. But the evidence to prove it... that there was no evidence, as the bandits of the witnesses were reduced to silence to-m.

"Really? I'm sorry. But don't worry. We'll deal with the sandboats properly.

　Daridra looks irritated at the word Augusto says.
　The guards around him are frightened to death by the sight of Dharidra.
　If possible, I would like you to end this place without causing any trouble.
　I don't want to fight Ray because I'm quitting my escort today, but I can't show it on my face.

"Process, sir. What exactly are you going to do?"
"Well, if you say so, I can't answer you, for I'm not the one who owns the sandboat."
"...who, then?"
"It's Ray,"

　Augusto's eyes are turned to Ray with the words.
　Just as August's gaze followed Ray's.

"...what about you?"

　Ray caresses Sett's body and opens his mouth to Dallidra, who asks reluctantly.

"It's Ray. I'm an adventurer in Guilm, the Kingdom of Milliana. I've only stopped by Gorsuch for a moment."

　I am right to say that I have been evacuated until the disturbance subsided over the incident of the twilight spear, but I do not intend to tell the person in front of me.
　It was because I knew it would probably be troublesome if I said it.

"Gillum... Ray... Gryphon!"

　The name Ray must have been familiar to him because he boasts the greatest power in Gorsuch.
　Daridra opens her eyes in amazement... after a few seconds she opens her mouth in a flurry.

"I'm sorry, but I remembered the urgent business. I'm going to leave now.

　He told them that he had been dumbfounded at the sudden change of attitude, and left them alone in a hurry.