The wings of the Rank B party Red Lotus led by Ray came to the slums.
　It is immediately communicated among those in the slums.
　Basically, I only give information to my friends, but the information still got through... the slums themselves were astonished.
　In the midst of that... of course, you'll hear about Precious and his business partner Slain.

"...Don't be in trouble, Precious." He brought in a troublesome person."

　The room is so organized that you wouldn't think it was a slum.
　The sofas and tables in the room are all luxury items, and everyone would shake their heads when asked if they were suitable for the slums.

"What are you talking about?"

　Does Precious not know what Slane is saying or whether he knows?
　As he stroked his catfish beard, Plessus asked.
　Slane snorts uninterestingly at the pressure that deserves to be called impudent.

"You came here because you knew you were being targeted, didn't you? This request is over. And you know what it means to involve us...?"

　Slain's words are quiet.
　However, the power there was strong because it was quiet.
　At the very least, Giffnan, who is here to guard Precious, can barely stand there.
　And it's not just Slane, Precious and Giffnan in this room.
　Some men have brought in information that the Rays have come to the slums, and others... stand by as guards for Slain.
　Precious and Giffnan. And there are other guards besides Giffnan, who are sure to be in Slain's hands.
　When asked if they could defend their prestige against a slain that was obviously stronger than themselves... it was a little, no, pretty difficult.

"Calm down, please. In the first place, I want to have a long-term relationship with Mr. Slain, do you think I'll do something that fits him?"

　If it comes to battle, there is no doubt that there will be no chance of winning and that there will be no doubt of dying.
　Despite the situation, Precious continues to speak without showing any signs of movement.

"What do you think? There's no point in doing that to me. If I dare to give you a reason... to sell Mr. Slain off to Mr. and Mrs. Ray?"

　At the moment, the concentration of the deadly energy floating in the room rises further.
　They said they would sell out their leaders, so it's only natural.
　However, the murderous Pleas seem calm and unconcerned.
　I was not used to rough things, but if I were to be so motivated, I wouldn't have felt it.
　Giffnan and the rest of the bodyguards are ready to move immediately if something happens to Precious... and Slain's companions who see it are ready to move at any time.
　But Slane and Precious, facing each other, did not seem to react to the movements of their guards and men.
　Seeing such a state of presumption, the murder that comes from Slain gradually dissipates.

"Well, let me hear it for you said. Why did you go out of your way... and come to this place just now? Didn't you think that, given your current situation, if you showed up in the slum, you would call for Ray?"
"But I think it was Mr. Slain who called me in the first place."
"Oh, yes," But I should have sent you this message. They told me to keep a low profile. But why did you take five guards with you? And you went through the slums without disguising yourself. The information that you are here is completely spreading."

　Yes, that's Slain's biggest miscalculation.
　Given his position, I wouldn't tell him not to have a bodyguard.
　Still, I didn't expect him to act so proudly and conspicuously.

"I don't mind if you say so," As you know, I'm being targeted at the moment. You really have to be careful."
"Well, how about disguising yourself? If you walk around showing your face proudly, you'll know that you're stylish. Don't you think you should have at least covered your face with a hood?"
"I can't do that from my standpoint. I'm sorry."

　He apologized with a bowing and apologetic tone, but he didn't feel any apology in his eyes.
　Slain could understand that this incident was clearly not a form of carelessness but a goal.
　To be honest, it's not fun for Slain...it was a very boring situation, but I also understood that it's not good to do anything about the prestige here right now.

"Well, that's all right. I owe you a loan in this matter. I'll be sure to get it back later."
"Yes, of course."

　Slane has some doubts about the way Precious has admitted to being a loan.
　I've done business with many merchants.
　From that experience, I understood that merchants hated lending very much.
　If this is a clear deal ... in the form of a payment of money as a token of apology, or a transfer of food or other supplies, it is often easy to accept.
　Of course, there is a limit to it.
　However, it is very alarming for merchants to lend money without concrete formality.
　in that one doesn't know what to ask for because of the lack of form
　...however, it's because he's in the underworld like Slain, and he wouldn't be so wary if it were a normal transaction.
　More questions here won't upset Pless.
　When Slain decides so, he breathes out a little, and then based on his story... he says what he originally called for Precious.

"Well, all right. So what happened to the appointment? Now that you've crossed a dangerous bridge in response to your request, I'll ask you to keep your promise."
"It's all right. We've got a proper crossing, and if you go to the other party, they'll hire you without anyhow." And the contract..."

　Cut the words and take a piece of paper out of a leather bag.
　The paper is clearly bigger than a leather bag, and I don't think it would normally have been in it.

"You have a very good magic item. Is the interior expanded by spatial magic? Come to think of it, there seems to be a degraded version of Ray's item box... is that so?"
"Yes, it costs a lot of money, but it's still useful at times like this. But this leather bag is one of the worst performing items of its kind."
"Oh. Can I ask you exactly how much you can hold?"

　Precious shakes his head at Slaine, who glances at him with interestingly.

"I'm sorry, but this is one of the trump cards for me. You can't teach others so easily. Even if it's Mr. Slain."

　Slain snort softly at Precious's words.
　I didn't really want to hear about Slain, either.
　I was a little interested in it, so I just heard it.
　That's why I don't say anything more and get to the point."And, Mr. Slain," How many of you can use it now?"
"There are about thirty people in the sense that they can be used. --but that's not the kind of guy you need this time, is it?"
"Yes, they seem to be doing a lot of research on this. If I could..."
"Wait,"

　Slein says, interrupting Precious.

"What? What's the matter?"
"…there seems to be a difference in perception. I thought you had told me to prepare my troops for them?"

　In fact, Ray is now in the slums.
　It's not hard to get around 30 people together, as Slain said, if you're just going to get them together without thinking about their abilities.
　If you rely on a messenger, you'll be able to attract more people.
　However, in the words of Precious, he feels as if he is aiming at Ray.
　Of course I've heard a lot about the situation from Pressure.
　Precious also says that Tris and Ray are using their hands to examine themselves.
　But... in the words of Precious now, it only sounds like he wants Tris to be targeted instead of course, instead of Ray.
　Then Prescious nods back as if it were natural.

"Yes, it's not Ray, it's Tris who's aiming for it this time. I've taken a lot of measures to block it, but it's pretty strong."
"...is Ray all right?"
"Yes, they're looking for me, but I can't touch it directly until they find evidence in an arrangement with Mr. Tris. In that sense, Mr. Tris is more troublesome than Mr. Ray."

　The words seemed to me to say that Ray was not going to deal with... even that's what he was saying.

"Didn't you underestimate Ray? You know what he's been up to?"
"Yes, of course, but fortunately... they are unable to use their best means." Is there nothing to be so afraid of?"
"…say it again. Don't underestimate it. Ray has the character to attack the nobles mercilessly when he becomes an enemy."

　Slain's serious... that's why, if you don't understand it, he looks at you as if it's inevitable to cut your hands, but he nods and opens his mouth.

"Trust me about that. At the very least, there is little chance of encountering them in this slum, and if they do, they will not use force."

　Slain glances silently at Precious's words.
　I don't like to underestimate Ray. I don't like it, but... it's a definite fact that you need the power of pressure to get out of the guillem and get the right person out of the right person.
　If you leave the guillem, you can do nothing wrong.
　However, while many of Gilm's current adventurers find reasonable value, he has not been commissioned for years.
　I've already thrown away my guild card, and there's nothing I can prove to be an adventurer.
　No, if you reissue your card in the guild, it will cost you some money, but you can go back to being an adventurer. I can go back... but a little research in the guild will soon reveal that Slane has not been asked for a few years.
　Then, even if you are an adventurer of Gillum, you will soon find out that you are not an active adventurer.
　If you were working in a slum in Guilm, you wouldn't be able to hire me.
　There may be places to hire if you look for it, but in such cases it would be a good and disposable.
　In fact, there was a good chance that the treatment would be worse than the current situation.
　In order to prevent this from happening, we needed the right backing... and in that sense, the pressure that came into contact with us was the best.
　Spiel is not that famous in Gilm.
　At least it won't be comparable to the Azot deal that he tried to bump into Ray this time around.
　But... still, if you look up, there's no end to it.
　Generally speaking, the merchants of the Speel trade are rich and powerful enough.
　In any case, the existence of the prestige was absolutely necessary to end the life of hiding in the slums, and I couldn't afford to miss it here.

"All right, I'll trust you for now. But when Ray comes out, I'll either withdraw or surrender... at least I don't have the option of fighting."
"It can't be helped," I don't have any plans to fight Ray, so that's fine. Instead, Mr. Tris's countermeasures are..."
"I know. Reages can move, so I'll leave it to you."
"Mr. Reageth? Wasn't it the one who set up Ray last time?"
"Yes, he's the best fit for this job I can do now."
"But..."

　I was confused because I heard that Seto had a very keen sense of smell when collecting information about Ray.
　If so, as long as Ray is involved in this case, I don't think it's a good idea to use that person.
　That's what Precious thinks.
　Precious collected Ray's information, but he hasn't fully understood.
　...that's probably why he didn't understand what happened the next moment.

"Pouleshire-kun, oh, my God!"

　I heard a voice like that from outside the window of the room where the presidents were.