"What are you thinking about?"

　Such angry voices echo in the guild.
　As the sun has already set completely and night has come, there are very few people in the guild.
　...however, in the bar attached to it, many adventurers are clamouring to celebrate the success of today's work, and drinking desperately to grieve over their mistakes.
　With all that noise in the bar, you can see how loud the rant was.
　In fact, some of the people drinking in the bar turned to the guild... more precisely, to the woodcutters who gathered there.

"Well, I'm still working, so I'd appreciate it if you could speak a little lower or move to another place if you could..."

　A receptionist, whom Ray had seen several times, called out to the angry man... to the man in charge of Guillum's woodcutter.
　The man who shouted at the words must have recovered. He bowed impatiently to the receptionist and then to Ray.

"I'm sorry. I'll move my place. ... Ray, I've caused you a lot of trouble. I'm sorry."

　The sight of a woodcutter-like, stern-faced, middle-aged man bowing deeply was not unusual...not at all.
　In the first place, this is the guild of guillem.
　Naturally, the people here are adventurers, and the most common of the adventurers are warriors.
　Some warriors use speed and skill to fight, but it requires talent as a matter of course.
　Of course, when it comes to fighting in the power industry, the answer is, of course, negative, but... there is a slight difference that muscles are easy to build and difficult to build, but if you train your body, you'll be sure to build.
　In that sense, there are many warriors who fight with force that requires less talent.
　...though it is difficult for that type of person to become a high-ranking adventurer.
　Elk, a Rank A adventurer, is of the type, but this one has a high sense of combat and a magic item called the Thunder God's Axe.
　At any rate, it was not uncommon in guilds to see such muscular men.
　If this is downtown, apart from the story.
　This was one of the reasons why Ray didn't come to the guild early in the morning.
　Adventurers who gather in front of their boards looking for their own requests…there are certainly quite a few of them who have hot muscles.

"No, don't worry. However, if the same kind of thing is repeated, I will be in trouble. Just keep that in mind. and I'll give them to the guild later, for they've brought me the wood they cut."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Can't Ray get the tree for this nuisance?"
"... no, let's not do that." To tell you the truth, I have no use in receiving such a tree."

　Ray is actually cutting down some trees and selling them to guilds, so it's not like he's completely useless.
　That's the way to cut it into small pieces and turn it into firewood in case of emergency.
　Still, I refused because I thought of the effects.
　There were no fatalities, but many were slightly injured.
　It is also a tree that has been felled in a generally very dangerous place, the frontier of the night.
　Ray was reluctant to snatch it from the side.

"You don't have to hold back from the Faces, do you?

　Ray nods back to the woodcutter who comes back to him.

"Oh, don't worry about that,"
"...well, if Ray says so, I don't mind this one."
"Besides, this request for nomination is not just a free worker. You don't have to worry about it because you're supposed to get paid well."

　When Ray repeatedly said so, they must have finally come to terms with it.
　Look at Fectu's face and breathe deeply.

"Anyway, rest today. I have work tomorrow, too. but you'll be paid less for a while, so be prepared."
"Master?"

　I guess they didn't think it would be tolerated at this much.
　Fectz said to the woodcutter in front of him... in wonder at the boss who was in charge of them.
　What we did was a very dangerous act.
　Knowing that, I don't think they'd ever expect little blame -- less pay.

"Come on! Anyway, go home and go to bed! Go to bed early tomorrow!"

　To the shouting stable master, they bow their heads before leaving.
　The stable master sees it off, but suddenly sees Ray and Vichela staring at him and opens his mouth.

"Do you think it's sweet?"
"Well, I think it's a lot sweeter than what I've done."

　Vichela muttered, not Ray.
　A short distance away from Vichela, I talked to the receptionist... Marina, who had been talking about the reward for this request, and after a brief glance at her, she goes back to the negotiations.
　The receptionist and stable master were the only ones who could understand what Marina meant by such behavior.

"This request originally requires a lot of woodcutters. If you get out of the way of the fakes at such a time, you'll be short on your hands. There aren't so many woodcutters in this guillem."

　What the boss said was true.
　You have to go to the forest to cut down trees, and as long as this is a remote area, there can be powerful monsters in the forest.
　Moreover, unlike the trees in the Trent forest, ordinary forests require some time after cutting down trees.
　And while a tree is left unattended, it is not uncommon for other monsters, including the goblin, to use it at will.
　Of course the salary is good for the small number of people.
　This may be influenced by the preferential treatment given by the lord Dusker to prevent fewer woodcutters and the disappearance of woodcutters in Gilm.

"But I'll never let you do this again,"Well... that's all I promise you."

　Ray and Vihela look at each other before nodding back to the stable master's voice.

"Well, it wasn't that hard for me,"
"If there were any stronger monsters, I could have enjoyed them too... only Trent."

　Unlike Ray, Vihela's words exceeded his stable master's imagination.
　Stable master looked surprised, but Ray, who knew Vihela's character, didn't seem particularly concerned.

"Well, then, we'll be there." You're going to the forest of Trent again to-morrow?"
"... of course, but Trent is out, isn't he?"

　From Vihela's words, the stable master asks, but Ray nods that way.

"Oh, but I didn't come out this afternoon, and I think any adventurer employed by the bodyguard could do anything about Trent."
"I see,"

　The stable master also forces him to accept that, although he doesn't fully believe Ray's words, the notorious high-ranking adventurers.
　And even if it was an out-of-control opponent for the bodyguard adventurers, Ray's arrival would make no difference.

"Well, we're going to break up now." I'll tell you, but I don't want you to do such a foolish thing over and over again."
"I know, Fectus is usually a serious woodcutter, too. It's just... a little bit."

　The words made Ray understand that there was some reason for Fectz.
　But I won't listen any further.Ray and Fectz are not originally that friendly.
　I was only involved in this request.
　I'm done talking to the master of the woodcutter, and only the Ray's remain in the guild.
　The reason is that Ray and his team still had work to do in the guild.
　Ray looked around him, but Kenny was, after all right.
　When I came into the guild, I noticed, but I was wondering if it might be possible.
　Ray is not always good at socializing.
　Still, he managed to be an adventurer because he had two receptionists, Lenora and Kenny, who were friendly to Ray.
　That's why I wanted to talk to either of them if possible, but unfortunately the working hours are already over.
　Kenny's last job was probably Kenny's.

"Ray, if you're talking about it, this Rouche will listen."

　I wonder what Ray's attitude meant.
　Marina calls out the name of the receptionist who was talking about compensation.

"Well, Kenny has taken over, and I'll hear from him."
"…I see. This time I went to the forest of Trent to save the Fectus, and as the name suggests, it was a battle with Trent."
"Yes, sir," Monsters appear at night, after all."
"Oh... I guess that's a little different."

　Ray recalls information he heard from one of the woodcutters as he was traveling.

"One of the woodcutters confirmed that there was a man in Trent with a mark he had made."
"And you didn't notice that he was Trent?"
"... do you think people in their profession would touch a tree and mistake it for an ordinary tree for a Trent? No, of course, unless it was a superior or rare species of Trent, but the Trent we fought against was an ordinary Trent."
"And what does that mean?"
"Perhaps Trent, whom we fought, was Trent, not Trent. I have brought some of Trent's dead bodies, not evidence of it."
"No, and what evidence do you have?"

　What are you going to do just by bringing a corpse?
　Ray opens his mouth with a small smile to the receptionist, who asks her so.

"If there is no magic stone in the monster's body?"
"...what?"

　a stupid receptionist
　That's only natural. Because they are monsters, they must have magical stones in their bodies.
　But what does it mean to have no magic stone?
　Such a questionable stare is directed at Ray.
　Ray shakes his head silently at the receptionist's gaze.
　Ray doesn't understand the obvious reason why he doesn't have a magical stone.
　Nevertheless, as long as it is certain that there is no magic stone, it is impossible to pretend that it was not there.

"I've brought a corpse without that magic stone, just in case. I want to give it to you. "Well, there's a matter of materials, and I suppose you'll actually buy them."

　Trent's body can be used for many things.
　I wonder if the most famous thing is a cane.
　I don't know if it can actually be used as a walking stick, since there's no magic stone...that is, it's possible that it's not a monster.
　To investigate it, the guild buys Trent's corpse that Ray brought.

"All right. If there is a monster without a magic stone, it is a very important event. I will report this matter to the guildmaster."

　From Ray's demeanor, he probably understood that this was dangerous, not a joke.
　The receptionist nods to Ray's words with a serious expression and says so.

"Oh, I want you to," ...and, to be honest, I might have underestimated that forest of Trent. Of course, the monsters that come out aren't that strong... but there's a different kind of fear."

　If you're purely a monster, you won't be an enemy at all.
　At least an adventurer employed as a lay or bodyguard would have done so.
　However, a strange and mysterious fear haunts Ray.
　No, in this case, is it true that we are scared because we don't know?
　What kind of monsters appear in the forest of Trent and how exactly.
　Once you know that, you don't feel so threatened.

(Forest of Trent, eh? It seems that Slasha was named because she first encountered him...Many of the enemies we fought today were Trent. Of course, as long as there is no magic stone, it is right to describe it as a Trent-like monster.)

　With that in mind, Ray leaves the guild with Marina and Vihela after leaving Trent's body in a warehouse.
　Bune is still waiting in the inn, so I'm going to go home as soon as I can and reassure you.
　...though Bune, whose facial expression is basically the same, is unable to comprehend it well except for Vihela.