"Kelp..."

　Lenora manages to hide her surprise at Ray's words.
　The name Kerberos shocked Lenora.
　Even on the frontier, Rank B monsters are not easy to see.
　especially in the forest of Trent, where high-ranked monsters have never appeared before
　...there are exceptions like the Gigant Turtle, but such high-ranking monsters have never appeared since at least the forest of Trento today.
　There are, however, some huge slime that has come out of the lake's transition.

"Oh, so I've been dismantling it, so I'd like to sell materials... what should I do?"
"It's very noticeable here. Can you go to the warehouse? I'll send a specialist right away."

　Many guild officials have some eye for material.
　But it's only to some extent, far short of experts.
　In that sense, it would have been more certain to have a dedicated material for Kerberos that Ray brought this time.
　Even for Ray, it would be no better if he could have a person with specialized knowledge appraised the material.

"If you will do so, I shall be of great help to you, too, and with regard to the forest of Trent."

　Without saying it all, Lenora probably understood what Ray meant.

"Yes, I will make sure that those who work in the forest of Trent are informed of it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　As he says so, Lenora muddles his words.
　A skilled adventurer has a lot of work to do.
　There were many problems with sending such adventurers to guard a woodcutter working in the forest of Trent.
　And when you ask a high-ranking adventurer to do a job, you're naturally paid more.

"I can't say anything about it, so I'll leave it to the guild. Then I'll go to the warehouse with the Kerberos material for now, so please send the person in charge."
"All right. ... I'm glad Kenny isn't here."

　Lenora tells him deeply, but Ray nods at the words.
　I know Kenny likes me, but I still can't believe I went out of my way to name myself here...

"Is there anything different with Kenny?"
"Well... I don't really like dog monsters."
"... I see,"

　I didn't wonder if Kenny hated dog monsters because he was a cat beast, but Ray left the guild, deciding that it would be better for him not to dig further into the matter for now.





"Oh! This is amazing. The materials of Kerberos so far are rarely available."

　Guild staff specializing in the sale of materials speak out when they see various Kerberos materials taken out by Ray.
　There was probably some compliment on Ray, but it was not a mistake to say that.
　That said, he doesn't praise all of Ray's materials.
　Look at the hairy skin from Kerberos and look at it as if it's disappointing.

"My neck... I don't think so."
"Oh, yes. When I killed Kerberos, I cut three heads together."
"Well, I could have bought it for quite a price if it had remained on my neck."

　The guild staff's honesty is that they wanted it to be the best possible material.
　After seeing such guild officials, Ray somehow understands why.

"Did you peel it off with your neck still on?"
"Oh, Kerberos is something that most aristocrats, if they are not rich, would want. It's unusual, because it's a stuffed Rank B monster."
"... I see,"

　It was more accurate to show off your authority because you had something that no one else had.
　From Ray's point of view, it seems ridiculous, but when aristocrats communicate with each other, it is also a great help.
　That's probably why they wanted an intact Kerberos as a guild that could sell at a high price.

"If I had known it beforehand, I could have knocked it down like that."

　That's how... the first way Ray comes to mind is to break his neck as a way of not cutting off his head.
　Or you could destroy the heart, but in that case, if you didn't do well, you could damage the magical stone.
　Ray, who needs magical stones, doesn't want to do that if possible.
　Then there was still a need to break the neck.

"I'll be glad if you knock me down like that from now on."
"From now on... though I don't know when I'll see Kerberos again."
"Well, that's right. ... What's wrong with the meat? I'll buy it dearly because it tastes good."
"Oh, I'm sorry. We'll eat meat here."

　A Guild official wondered if he would eat meat the size of Kerberos, but he recalls that as long as Ray has an item box, he doesn't have to worry about rotting the meat.
　Ray also considers Seto the Gryphon subservient and, given the size of Seto's body, he thinks that even without an item box he could easily eat monster meat of this monster.

"Well, I see. ... Unfortunately, this is all the material."

　There were no magic stones in Ray's material, but most guilds know that Ray enjoys collecting magic stones.
　It's a rare hobby, and it's not something that would normally be established, but if you're as strong as Ray, it's a different story.
　That's why guild officials didn't say anything about it.
　Thus Ray would sell the material of Kerberos to the guild.





"Come in here. Don't worry, I think you'll serve a decent meal."
"I'm sorry to trouble you,"

　One of the adventurers in the dungeon bowed to the knight.
　Normally, the man who put him in the dungeon would not thank him, so the knight would reply to him without hesitation and leave the dungeon.
　Seeing off such a knight, adventurers look around.

"This is a dungeon, isn't it?"
"Well, we've done nothing wrong, but we've been put in a dungeon for having seen something that we shouldn't have seen, so isn't that a place where we don't feel any discomfort?"
"I don't think there's anything I can do when I'm in a dungeon."

　The men here are adventurers who came to the lake and the tower of their birth, chased by Cobold.
　As the knight had said, he came to Gillum in a carriage with food and other supplies, and the treatment which his superior, who understood the situation, had decided to keep him in dungeon for a while.
　Do you still think it's bad? As the men say, dungeons are dungeons where important figures like aristocrats are locked up.

"Anyway, they said they'd serve me food, and depending on how you think, it's not that bad, is it? You just need to sleep like this."
"You'll lose your body,"

　As they talk, the men look around the dungeon.
　Even though it was a dungeon for important people and five people were put together, it felt a little small, but it was only that small."Yes, it's pretty solid... or better than our inn, here. Honestly, I'm a little scared that I won't be able to leave later if I stay here."
"The bed is pretty fancy, too. Yeah, I know how it feels. There are no mice."
"Isn't there any? Really? This is a dungeon, so it's as good as a mouse."
"Oh... well, I can't say we're never there. We're not that sharp after all."

　As adventurers engage in conversation like that, they hear the door suddenly open.
　The sound was not the opening of the dungeon door where the men were, but the opening of the stairway leading to the dungeon.
　Generally speaking, the knights who brought them all this way have just disappeared, so there won't be any food.
　Then who on earth came?
　I'm a little worried that some of the men may have come to see the lake or the tower of their birth and disappear.
　But I was relieved to discover that it was a blanketed servant who came down the stairs.
　They probably brought me blankets because they thought it would be cold in this cellar at night.
　It's spring now and it can be sweaty during the day, but it's still cold at night.
　It's even colder here, especially since it's a dungeon.
　There are blankets on the bed, but they are basically for one person, as long as they are for one person.
　Given the circumstances around it, I thought he had brought me a blanket like this.
　They actually brought me a blanket.
　The men were glad to wait for the dungeon door to open... but the man stood before the dungeon, and there was no sign of opening it.

"What? Hey, hey. What's the matter? You brought the blanket to us, didn't you?"

　One of the adventurers calls out to his servant.
　But the man who was approached said something completely different without answering the words.

"Silver rings, gold rings, misrils rings. Who has those rings?"
"What!"

　All adventurers are breathtaking at the words of the servant man.
　I had been told beforehand that I had come into contact here.
　But I didn't expect such a person to come in contact with me.
　At any rate, I'm surprised but forcefully talking that I have to answer now.

"The Spirit of the Tree, Trent, has a circle."
"...I've checked the password. Well, I don't have much time to be like this either. I'll be quick to ask, but what is Dusker hiding?"

　The adventurer takes a deep breath to calm himself down before he opens his mouth.

"Lakes and towers, especially the lakes, are pretty... no, they're incredibly big. The towers were like Lizzardman's residence. And I don't know how to judge this, but there was a huge mass of flame on the lake side. Whatever it was, burning slime, or something like that."
"Slime?"
"Oh, what we've heard is, yes. It's just a huge... that's about the size of a small pile. Do you think there's a slime like that?"

　The adventurer gradually becomes violent, perhaps excited as he talks.
　One of my fellow men is pulling his clothes to watch out for, but the excited-looking man doesn't notice it.

"I haven't heard what you think. Just tell me what you've seen, not what you'

　The servant tells the excited man short.
　The words contained obvious irritation.
　The man sensitively aware of it is half reflexively silent.
　for he had half instinctively realized that he was undeniably strong in front of him.
　From there, the man talks to his servants one after another about the information he was able to find in the lake.
　After listening to the contents, the servant opens his mouth.

"I'll give Mr. Veen the information, I'm sure you'll live in this dungeon for a while, but I'll pay you well when I get out of here. Stay here now."
"All right. I'm looking forward to the reward."

　After a brief conversation, the servant unlocks the prison, throws in the blanket and leaves.
　The adventurous men, looking behind them, exhale loudly when their servants are finally out of sight.

"Well... our work is over anyway."
"Oh, if I get paid well, that'll be a long way off... I wonder what will happen.

　Though employed by a person named Veen, I have never actually met him.
　But to make money, I had to cross some dangerous bridges, and that's why I accepted this job.
　The task is to find out what Dusker is hiding.

"But now... if he's in a place like this, can't he get information from that side?"
"Don't go too far. If you go too far here, you'll be stuck."

　The men consciously changed the subject, feeling a chill in their spine.