"A snake tattoo on your left arm? Well, yes. I've never heard of it before. Even when I was a guildmaster, tattoos would not have been enough for me if there were a lot of substandard beings like Ray."

　Marina replies to Ray as she heads to the building extension.
　Ray sighs regretfully at the remark.
　When Ilze came back to the Wheat House at dusk yesterday, he was waiting for Ray, and when he heard in Vichela's room, he heard that the Guild was wearing the same tattoo as the one who killed Ilze's family five years ago, so he asked Marina, the former guildmaster.
　But he says he doesn't remember coming back.

(Then should I ask the receptionist?)

　Unlike the guildmaster, who has no immediate access to information about adventurers, the receptionist is one who interacts directly with adventurers.
　Then you'll naturally have access to many adventurers and remember their distinctive partners.
　And Ray has two close receptionists, Lenora in charge and Kenny's friend.
　That being the case, there was no reason not to reach there.

"I wonder if it was Ilze who was looking into the other person. Have you decided to cooperate in her revenge?"
"I haven't decided exactly yet. But if the person Ilze saw in the guild was the one that was really explained, wouldn't it taste bad?"
"That's... I suppose,"

　It's like killing a family member who was a peddler.
　I've heard that Ilze survived because other family members desperately let him escape, but it's almost completely destroyed.
　No, Ilze had only a simple job in the family that was a peddler.
　In that sense, it's safe to say that the peddler has been wiped out.
　In fact, the peddling that Ilze's family used to do has not been done since then.
　Anyway, if such a person really came to Gilm, it was likely that he was up to something.
　Once you know that, Ray, who is attached to Gilm, can't pretend to miss it.
　At first, I didn't wonder if it would be quicker for her to move behind closed doors and get rid of it, but now she's getting a lot of attention.
　At the very least, it was not good enough to move openly.
　What's more, Ray plays a significant role in the current Gilm.
　There was no doubt that we didn't have enough time to move on in earnest, let alone a little.

"The security guard..."
"I'll talk to Dusker just in case,"

　It's probably because we're old friends that we can easily talk to the lords of this area.
　The guards still manage to get around with the help of the adventurers... no, there's still a lot of trouble going on because they're short‐handed.
　He probably decided that it would be unsatisfactory to disseminate information that was not certain, and to have guards investigate it.

"Do you want eggs to move?"

　Egg, who leads the former bandit wolves in the meadow, is now in command of Gillum's intelligence forces.
　It's an extraordinary advancement in life, if you look at it in general.
　...however, it's a different story if you're happy that you're busy with all sorts of things.
　At any rate, there was no doubt that the eggs could be relied on to gather information.
　However, in the present guillem, there are many... people from various places.
　There is no doubt that some of them are organizing something, and that they must be emphasized as intelligence forces.

(Well, the eggs may be busier now than the guards. You can't hire an adventurer or anything like that.)

　Ray thinks so, but agrees with Marina's words that rice cakes are just a rice cake shop, and that the eggs are responsible for collecting information about the other party.

"Well, let's leave it to our regular occupation,"
"Dear Ray! Dear Ray! Dear Ray!"

　Ray and Marina's voice comes into his ear as if they've seen a break in their conversation.
　I guess she wasn't timing it because she was actually walking talking to Marina.
　Maybe it was just a coincidence... but for Ray, it seemed as if he had timed it.
　He looks so energetic that he doesn't think he's an old man, and that's who runs toward him as fast as the young man... Ray sighs, looking at Martz.
　It's not that he doesn't like Martz, but Martz, who has a personality that can't leave his doubts as they are, talks to Ray in many ways.
　I don't mean to hurt him, but it's clear how often he does, as people around him look at him with compassion.

"Huh, good luck,"
"Oh, hey! Marina!"

　It's true that most of Martz's interests are directed at Ray, but it's not that he's not interested in Marina, who uses spirit magic on an incredible scale and precision, which is not usually the case.
　Marina probably ran away quickly because she knew it.
　Looking at Marina's back... a dark green party dress with her brown, smooth back exposed, Ray tries to express his dissatisfaction.
　But before that, when Martz comes before Ray, he opens his mouth happily.

"Ray, Lord Ray, about the kind of magic that he uses."
"Ah... I'm going to work now."

　Ray's use of topographical manipulation to sink the ground has already ended.
　In that sense, you don't have to come all the way to the place where Ray was building the exterior walls... but there wasn't anything else that you had to do.

"Is that so? All right. But wouldn't it be too much use to carry the bodies of fallen monsters and construction materials just because you have an item box?"

　Maltz mutters discontent at Ray's words.
　No, I don't think they're dissatisfied, but they're actually dissatisfied.
　From the point of view of Martz, you can manipulate incredible magic and use magic items that seem as valuable as item boxes.
　I didn't expect Ray to do a job that made me think he was doing odd jobs.
　But he doesn't care about that at all.
　In the first place, Ray is cooperating with the construction of the guillem in the form of a nomination request.
　That being the case, it seemed that using the item box was not a problem.
　If this had acquired the item box after all the hardships, the story might have been a little different.
　However, Ray got the item box he had prepared as soon as he arrived at Elgin, so even though he understood its scarcity, he didn't hesitate to use it.
　What's more, it's not a magic item with a limited number of times.

"Oh, it's Mr. Ray. Here comes Ray!"

　Adventurers in charge of night escort cheer at Ray's appearance.
　It's glad Ray is here... but more precisely, he's calling for the mistling he has.
　Adventurers each mark the bodies of monsters they've knocked down so they won't be taken away by other adventurers.
　Ray keeps the monster's corpse in the mistling.
　However, most of the corpses are goblin, so if you secure the magical stone and the right ear of the site of proof of subjugation, the rest will be disposed of by the guild.
　However, there were some monsters of some value, including oak, and the adventurers who knocked them down looked happy, perhaps because of the joy of finishing their work.
　Martz looks a little dissatisfied at Ray's appearance.
　For Martz, who has a strong respect for Ray, the other people's attitude toward him may not be interesting.
　But he soon quits his expression and turns to Ray.

"May I help you, Mr. Ray?"
"Oh... no, I don't have anything particular to ask for your help today." I'll have to head to the forest of Trent when this is over. You can't take me to the forest of Trent, can you?"
"That's..."

　Maltz nods regretfully to Ray's words.
　I'm quite young, but I can't help my physical weakness.
　It would be impossible, if you think about it normally, to move around holding on to Seto's front legs like the Vihelas.
　If you do so, you'll definitely fall to the ground along the way.

(Huh? Oh, but from Gilm to the forest of Trent, Set's speed is a few minutes. Isn't it impossible to hold onto Seto...?)Even if you look at Martz and think about it, you'll reject it right away.
　Martz's arms don't seem strong enough to support his weight.
　Maybe a few minutes might be enough, but it might not be enough.
　It was only natural that I wouldn't want to behave like that in this empty situation, let alone in a real one or two circumstances.

"Well, that's the case. And you come to Gilmoo as a wizard, don't you? Then you'd better put more importance on that."
"…is that so?" I understand. Now, unfortunately, let's concentrate on our work."
"Oh,"

　Unfortunately, Ray thought for a moment, "How about the expression of concentrating on his work?" But he thought it would be troublesome to say so, so I just let it go.
　And when he sees Martz back to do his job, he stores monsters one after another.
　After that, Ray moved on to the guild.
　Adventurers who have been contracted to guard the night return to their beds, including the inn, to be different from those who have been contracted to guard the day.
　Even though the monsters that come out were not so powerful, it's still very difficult to guard them all night.
　Moreover, there hasn't been such a powerful monster this time, either by accident or by luck.
　Because this is the frontier of Gilm.
　It's no wonder that Rank C monsters and Rank B monsters appear without any context.
　Of course, more powerful adventurers would have rushed to cheer for the adventurers who were escorting them.
　It was fortunate for the adventurers that such a battle did not take place.
　Those returning to bed knew full well about the good fortune and wanted to give themselves up to sleep soundly in bed.
　Some of them were thinking of going to the brothel when it was only morning.
　The adventurers who came to replace them, some of whom looked sleepy in the morning, were full of energy.
　However, it's still morning that they're doing well.
　Day is coming, and as the afternoon draws on, the sun is getting stronger, and the heat lasts for a long time.
　Whether it's the heat of the day or the drowsiness of the night... there's no doubt that the adventurers of the escort will not be able to work in a comfortable working environment.

(Well, let's just leave the eggs to Marina for now... I think I'd better be normal.)

　As long as he is attracting attention in many ways, he thinks it's better to keep the marinas moving as usual... Ray finds out that all the adventurers he's in charge of guarding the night have disappeared, and then walks toward the guild.
　Looking at many people working along the way, it seems to me that the construction of the guillem has begun in earnest again.

"Oh, that sounds delicious. Give me one."
"Yes. Is Ray working again today? Cheer up."

　Buy a skewer from a familiar stall owner and walk around eating it.
　It's a bit salty because it's aimed at adventurers and artisans working in construction sites, but it's a good accent for Ray.
　If you're thirsty, you can buy fruit water, or you can take a running dagger out of the mistling.
　He walked on thinking like that... and then Ray arrived at the guild.