"Oh, my!"
"Oh, my sister," This meat skewer is delicious. Ten more bottles!"
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Why, shut up that fellow! If you're making noise, you'll never going to!"
"Here's ale, give me ale!"

　Evening... in the bar a lot of people were clamoring to relieve their fatigue from work.
　Due to the increased number of people due to the extension work, the number of visitors is considerably higher than usual.
　It's getting warmer...The banquet gets even more lively because it's the season to be described as early summer.

"You see, my stonework is amazing! How many years do you think it took to master that skill?"
`Oh, then I won't lose my carving!'

　The artisans are proud of their skills...

"I had that wood by myself!"
"... well, even though it's cut off, I honestly think it's amazing to have that wood by yourself, but I think there are quite a few people who are more powerful than you."
"Oops! ... and yet my pride is this power!"

　Those entrusted with transporting materials such as wood bragged about their power...

"See? Did you see the adventurer? He was really cool, wasn't he? I'd like to get to know him if possible."
"Oh, you're still a beauty lover. But you'd better be careful because such a man is a bad woman."
"Yes, that Laguna had a lover after all, didn't she?"
"Ugh, oh, that's..."

　Women -- adventurers, craftsmen, merchants -- gather to have a conversation.
　It was a very lively bar, but at the end of it... a few guests were different, not very noticeable.

"How was it?"
"I can't do it. I'm on high alert."
"That's natural, isn't it?" There's no way the city could be extended. That's why quite a few people think...."
"But the orders from above..."
"Fool, who ever talks about it in such a place?"

　Some of those around him panickedly stop a man trying to say something.
　It is absolutely unsavory that our secrets should be known.
　That's why I acted...

"Don't worry. How many of us do you think are here?"

　A man with a slip of his tongue tells the others to make room for themselves.
　In fact, many customers were drinking, eating, and making a fuss in this bar now.
　It was quite unlikely that people would hear the kind of chat we were talking about in the corner of the bar.

"Stupid, don't underestimate me. Gillum's ability in intelligence has been remarkably high since a few years ago."

　Gillum's intelligence skills have largely increased because Ray's secret activities have brought the so-called wolf of the grass under Dusker's control.
　However, such a thing could not have been made public, and as a result, it was known that Gillum's intelligence skills had suddenly increased.
　Not a few people, especially these men, are now coming to Gilm for some purpose.
　Originally, Gillum was under the control of Dusker, who organized the neutral faction, and attracted attention from the aristocracy and the royal faction.
　In recent years, an adventurer named Ray, who appeared out of nowhere, quickly became a notorious figure in the war against the Bestian Empire.
　The Gryphon that Ray is carrying has also been confirmed to be a rare species and a monster worth Rank S.
　Ray is an individual, but it is a threat to other factions that he already has a person of that ability, and it is a remarkable situation.
　What's more, Ray has a variety of magic items...especially item boxes.
　You can store as much luggage as you want, and the time is running out inside, so the food doesn't rot.
　Such an item box could be called a magic item with strategic meaning.
　With such a person in Gilm and cooperative with Dusker, it's only natural that the attention should be drawn.
　Moreover, many people are gathered in the guillem now due to the construction of the guillem, so it is easy for people with dark spots to get lost in.

"The extension work hasn't started yet, right? Why are you so cautious?"
"Well, that's what I was wondering about. Of course we are going to start full‐scale extension work. I understand you're going to make sure the materials aren't stolen... but you're still too vigilant."

　In a frustrated tone, he threw away the ale in the glass.
　To be honest, men don't understand why security is so tight as materials.

"That forest... Was it Trent's forest? Wasn't it something to do with it?"
"That's what I can think of," If so, shall we go to that forest and fetch the tree.
"The Knights keep it, don't they?"
"It's a forest of that size. You can hardly keep an eye on everything in the forest, can you? Then we can manage to do it with our hands..."
"Don't be silly, you've gotta be silly." We've been trained in combat, but that doesn't mean we're on duty."
"That's why I'm not saying I'm going to fight properly, is it?"

　He told me that he wanted to get a tree in the forest of Trent, but he couldn't come up with any good ideas.
　As long as they were in the bar, they would naturally be suspicious if they didn't drink, so the men drank a little.
　However, the amount cannot be underestimated over time.
　Also, above all, their progress in their work was not good, and they were very dissatisfied.
　Drinking, complaining... I noticed that all but one of the men at the table were dead drunk.

"Slip... What? What's wrong with you? I can't believe I'm going to get drunk with this much alcohol."

　A man gazes at his companions while drunk.
　Seeing everyone lying down on the table, he carries a glass of ale to his mouth, looking displeased.
　If the man had not been drunk at this time, he would have noticed the anomaly.
　If we were to be ourselves, we wouldn't get drunk after drinking this much.
　But... there was nothing he could do about it.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? You're drinking so well, aren't you?"
"What?"

　A drunk-headed man who was wondering what to do with his companions was suddenly called out to him.
　Looking at the voice, it was a woman working in this bar.
　She's not so beautiful as to wake up because she works in a bar like this, but she still has a winsome smile on her face.
　The woman smiles anxiously, yet soothingly, and asks.
　A man exaggerates his reach and opens his mouth to such a woman."That's right! I never thought I was so weak at drinking..."
"Oh, well," What shall we do, then? There is a room in this bar for resting drunk people, and shall we carry them there.
"Oh... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh That's what you do it for me.

　The man must be quite drunk.
　The woman's clerk nods to the ending of the sentence.

"All right, then I'll call for someone, so please wait for me."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"

　The man screamed... that the cry was a decisive blow, and he fell straight to the table like the others.

"...Mr. Customer? Oh, that's a big deal. I'll have to get someone right away."

　Finally, he gently swings the man at the table, glances at the man who doesn't notice it, and heads straight to the kitchen to call.
　There are quite a few people who are drunk because it is a bar where many people are having a lively party.
　It was no wonder, therefore, that all the people who ate and drank at one table were drunk.
　She heads to the kitchen and opens her mouth to the owner.

"The customer is drunk. I'd like to rent a room for sobering myself."
"Oh, I'm ready," The wolves of the meadow must be ready, so carry them to once."
"Yes,"

　The shopkeeper says so in the woman's words, stir-frying meat.
　As soon as a woman nods to the owner's words, she leaves the kitchen to get ready.
　And when the owner was transferring the finished food to the plate...

"It's been a long time,"

　A man who was making salad nearby told me so.

"No, thanks to all of you, there is no problem with security around here."

　A little while ago... a few years ago, adventurous people were making a big difference around here.
　They don't pay for their meals even if they drink, and on the contrary, they ask for money to pay for the guards because they are protecting themselves.
　It's not once or twice that a clerk has been brutally abused without meaning.
　The woman clerk who came to report has had a lot of bad experiences as a woman.
　If you want to inform the guards, they'll quickly escape by any means.
　Then, when the guards are gone, they come back and act even more violently.
　The one who solved the situation was the owner's salad maker... to be exact, the wolf in the grass.
　I make salad, but this man doesn't work in this bar.
　However, it is true that it took time for him to get drunk to arrest the people who were trying to get into Gilm, and that he was somehow helping them with too much time.
　I even used medicine to make my sickness worse, but it still took longer to get drunk than I expected.

"Well, let me know if you have any more information. I'll take care of it at once. Of course, even when there's someone who's going on a rampant. Especially now, many people are coming to Gilmoo. ...what do you think?"

　Responding to the shopkeeper, the man shows the salad he's served.

"Thank you, I'll count on you." ...and yet, it's wonderful. Why don't you work at home?"
"Don't be silly. Even if you don't flatter me, I'll look around here."
"No, it's nothing but flattery."

　The owner, looking at the salad plate, declares with a serious look on his face.
　Serving a salad on a plate is not so difficult.
　That's a job anyone can do.
　...because it was a job that anyone could do, in the first place, that the Wolves of the Grass were helping.
　But because it was a job that anyone could do, I found that the way the man arranged the salad was much better than the people around him.
　Arrange vegetables for a good look rather than mixing them roughly into a plate.
　Of course, this bar is not a luxury restaurant, but a place where the less wealthy gather.
　But... that's why I found the salad even more beautiful.
　The man must have found out that the shopkeeper was serious.
　Soon he opens his mouth as if it were not all late.

"Well, if you have to leave this job... if you still want me, I'll be glad to have you." "Then shall I do my duty first?"

　He was a man of many dark perceptions, but still in his current situation... I have no complaints about his life of following Egg's orders and protecting Gillum.
　Not at all... I'm not perfectly satisfied, but I still like the present situation.
　That's why when I clean up after helping with my work in the kitchen, a bar clerk heads to the room where the drunken men were transported.
　The owner sees him off regretfully and soon returns to a new dish.
　I'm very busy now, which is the peak of my day.
　That being the case, I had to keep cooking.
　No matter how many people come to the restaurant, the food is bad, the alcohol is bad, the service attitude is bad... such bars have lower sales than other bars.
　To avoid that happening, the owner keeps cooking.
　...with a little thought in my mind that the men who had drunk me a while ago should be able to release the information as soon as possible.