"Welcome."

　When they enter the inn, they are greeted with such voices.
　"As a matter of course, Seto cannot enter the inn, so he is lying outside the inn as usual."
　However, it is also a duty to keep watch on the Preciouss, who find out that they are here, so they don't run away.

"...there isn't one,"

　Ray glances around the inn, ignoring the clerk's voice.
　The first floor was typical of a dining room and the second and third floors of the inn, but as far as we can see from the inside, there is no one Ray is looking for.
　There's no figure Ray's looking for on the sofa, in the dingy dining room, or on the stairs above.

"If you're not staying, I'd like you to refrain from doing so."

　A clerk calls out to Ray, who looks around the inn.
　Of course you know who you're talking to.
　I'm sure they don't neglect to collect information about Gilmoo, as they are the staff of a high-class inn.
　Of course, even if you look at Ray in the hood of the Dragon Robes, few people recognize him as Ray.
　However, if Ray and I were to wear light clothes like dancers and prostitutes, and become the most beautiful women wearing the insteps and insteps, we could not identify him.
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　Knowing that he was Ray and still not changing his attitude was enough to please him.

"A merchant called Precious is staying, isn't he?" I want you to get in touch with me.

　Ray's words make the clerk wonder for a moment what to do.
　If you had asked me if I was staying, I would have said that I couldn't answer that question as an inn clerk.
　The security of this inn is focused on, and there are many people who can stay at this inn for many reasons.
　That's why the clerk would have said so if he had asked with doubts.
　But Ray is different now.
　They asked me, obviously knowing that there was a presumption here.
　That is to say, he might have asked because he had made an appointment.
　"As the hotel sells security, if someone asks you in advance, it is a rule to tell the hotel so."
　However, as a matter of course, no one is supposed to follow the rules, and it's not unusual for customers to arrive who haven't been told in advance.
　Moreover, it was possible that if it was a celebrity like Ray, he would not let the inn know because he was too lazy to explain it.
　...although, of course, Ray didn't make a promise with Precious.
　It was true, however, that, because Sett had shown us here, he was convinced that there must be someone here... who had given Kenna the white gold.
　Then... the clerk quickly gathered his thoughts in his head and then bowed deeply.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Precious," Would you mind waiting here a little longer?"
"...I'd like you to let me through as soon as possible."

　The clerk bows again at Ray's slightly dissatisfied appearance.

"I'm sorry, it's the rule of this inn."
"It can't be helped, can't it?" Oh, I got it. Do it for me."

　As he muttered, the clerk briefly exchanged words with another nearby clerk and went upstairs.
　After seeing it off, Ray sits on a sofa just off the counter with Vichela and Bune.

"Do you mind? You might run away if you know we're here?"
"What do you think?" I'm sure they don't think we're involved in the attack on Tris' bodyguard. I don't think you need to worry about that, then. And even if I run away..."

　Once Ray stopped talking, his gaze turned to the outside door.
　To be exact, it was Seto who would be ahead.
　For Seto, who has very keen senses, including smell, it's not difficult to find someone trying to sneak away from the inn.
　If that happens, it means that he ran away because of his bad side, which is even fatal.
　I didn't think he'd make such an impression if he knew the Reys had come here.

"There's Seto,"

　Ray says with complete confidence.
　Hearing this, Vichela and Bune can't express their dissent, feeling again how much Ray trusts Seto.
　And the surroundings are enveloped in silence.
　Of course the only ones who are silent are Ray and there are many other voices.
　Perhaps some people are eating in the cafeteria, but you can hear some noise from there, and others from outside the inn are talking to passersby.
　On the side of the counter, there are two bodyguards covering the body with muscles.

(Appearance only, you know)

　That was Ray's impression when he saw the guard.
　So-called muscles that are not acquired in battle, but used to show off to the opponent.
　Ray's impression is that bodybuilder's muscles.
　Compared to ordinary people who live in the streets, they are probably powerful, but they are not enemies to someone who has a certain level of strength.
　On the other hand, it also means that it is effective enough as a deterrent against opponents who have less than a certain level of ability.
　The two guards probably understand that they won't win in the face of the Rays.
　I was very nervous when Ray first said he wanted to see Precious.
　Being a guard, if an employee of your employer's inn tells you to get rid of the laymen, you can't run away first.
　"That's why I was very grateful that the staff of the inn listened to the Ray's words calmly."
　...the two guards who looked at Ray keep silent but unsettled.
　It wasn't pleasant for us to be looked at so carefully by an opponent who had no chance of winning no matter how hard we struggled.
　The tense hours for the two guards continued until the staff of the inn, who had just gone upstairs, came back.
　That's why the two guards, who hear the footsteps coming down the stairs, are relieved from the bottom of their hearts, though they don't express themselves.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Mr. Precious will be with you, so please come this way."

　When the employee says something, Ray seems to be convinced that he still didn't run away.
　Maybe... I really thought I might run away, but I guess I decided that running away here would only be a negative thing for me.

"Oh, then... shall we go?"
"Yes,"
"Yes,"

　Vichela and Bune nod to Ray's words and follow the staff up the stairs.
　"There was only a high-class inn in the guillem, and the interior was quite calm...it was appropriate to describe it as elegant."
　At first, Ray thought he was making senselessly extravagant decorations, but in a good way he was wrong.
　However, the Wheat Pavilion at dusk, where Ray is staying, is also known as a luxury inn in Gilm.
　The Wheat-tei at dusk is not soothing or flashy.
　Of course, not all the luxury inns are like that, and some of them are like that.
　The area is probably tailored to the tastes of the users.
　So upstairs, Ray and others were led to a room some distance from the stairs.

"Excuse me, Mr. Pressure. I've brought you here."
"Oh, come in,"

　The staff of the inn opened the door... and waited in the corridor.
　That's all I've done for myself. I suppose that's the case.
　Ray and his colleagues guess this and go into the room without saying anything more.
　Twice the size of Ray's room at the Wheat House at dusk...no, nearly three times the size.

(But the quality of magic items is not as good as Wheat-tei at dusk.)

　The room is spacious, but not so many magic items.
　It's probably a difference from the evening wheat-tei, where guests want to spend a little more comfortably."You know where I'm staying,"
"There are a lot of tricks on my side by side.

　Ray looks around the room, responding to the pressure.
　Rooms are spacious, but there are beds, wardrobes, and simple kitchens, especially not unlike ordinary inns.
　The only difference between a large desk that could be used as a desk for the office of a prestige and a number of sofas is the evening Wheat-tei where Ray is staying.
　and there were about five bodyguards on the side of the Precious.
　One of them was a man I had seen before in the slums... thought to have hired Kena to attack Tris.

(I can't believe he really didn't run away.)

　I was thinking a lot, but it was a little unexpected that I was here without running away.

"Well, I'd like you to tell me what the messenger is." Well, I don't have that much experience in Gilm… I'm struggling with a lot of trouble. Well, let's say that. What can I do for you today? I was a little surprised that you came without an appointment."

　Ray nods back to the words of Precious, who immediately enters the subject and asks him.

"Well, I'm busy with a lot of things. Shall we get to the point at once, then. Do you know that today's branch of Speel was attacked, and that Tris was targeted by the assassins?"
"Yes, I was worried about it because I looked like this and I was a member of the Speel Company. To be honest, I wonder if I can really leave it to him."
"I see,"

　Rey is convinced by what he says out of his mouth.
　It was probably some form of restraint against Tris that made him attack her bodyguard.
　But the fact that the shop was attacked at the same time was a great deal of damage to Tris... no, for a merchant.
　I guess it was this attack with that in mind.

"What do you think, Ray? If you think about it normally, your shop is attacked by someone. Would you like to continue using the shop?"
"What do you think?" Isn't that because of his own convenience? If there's a product that's only available in that store, you have to use that store."

　Ray knew what Precious meant, but in reality he wouldn't say anything more.
　Vichela next to Ray and Bune behind him probably understand that this is Ray's turn. There is no sign of saying anything in particular.

"Well, you're a high‐ranking adventurer, and Mr. Ray is very resolute. "Well, I can't stand here to tell you, and you can sit on the sofa."
"No, that's all right. There are a lot of difficulties between you and me. If you think about it that way, you can't sit on the sofa and talk slowly."
"No, I don't think there's any difficulty between me and Mr. Ray."
"Oh? If you think so, I'll be glad. and I shall be saved if you will grant my request at that rate."
"I don't think I have anything to satisfy Ray at the moment, to be honest."

　The reason why they say it's a request is because they are also merchants.
　There's something slightly sharp in Ray's eyes.
　The current situation in Precious is not good, if not very good.
　The man behind the scenes soon broke off with Precious when he heard that he was hostile to Ray.
　In other words, there is little free fighting power in the present-day prestige.
　I tried to manipulate information, but I couldn't do anything about it because there weren't many people who could be my hands.
　It's only natural that Ray should have a little hope, given that he's coming and asking for a favor.
　At the same time, there is a judgment that an incident in a slum will definitely antagonize you.
　Although he had mixed feelings, Ray looked away and said that it was irrelevant... he looked at the person guarding him close to him and spoke.

"I'd like you to lend me the escort,"

　I told you so.