Why can't you do it when I came all the way here to ask you to do it?

"As I have told you many times before, I'm not saying you can't. I'm just saying that I don't know if adventurers will accept this price. I'm just saying that I don't know if adventurers will accept my offer at this price.



　Misael and Ricca were arguing over the counter in the Adventurers' Guild.

　This guy again. Is it his hobby to cause trouble?



　I couldn't just stand by and watch the women arguing, so I thought it was none of my business, but I called out to them.



"Mr. Ricca, what's wrong?

"What's ...... it's not the demonologist from earlier? Don't let outsiders get in the way!　It's none of your business....... No, wait! A lowly demon tamer doesn't have much time on his hands.　You should be thankful. I'll pay you for your work and you can take this job.



　Misael gave me a written request, saying that I should clean up the sewers in King's Landing and investigate if there were any other traces of the waste rock found in the sewers after the combustible rock was used up.



　The amount of the reward was ....... What the heck!

　It was almost a volunteer job.

　No one, not even kids, would accept this amount of money to clean out the sewers.



　Apparently, they really don't have any common sense.

　It takes a certain amount of money to put one person to work.



　With this kind of money, it would be strange if the guild did not point it out.

　Misael could have asked them to investigate, but if there was no one willing to take the job, the guild would have had to explain that there might not be any adventurers willing to take the job.



"This is impossible."

　When I turned the request form back to him, he looked at me as if he really didn't understand why I had turned it back to him.



"What's wrong with it? If you work for me, a nobleman of the Order, you might be able to get something out of me in the future. Don't you know the saying, "You get what you lose."



　How can he be so self-centered?

　He must be naive to think that just because he is an aristocrat, everyone listens to him.

　He must have had only yes-men around him.



"There are many people here who are able to make a living even without the aristocrats' favor. You'd better take this request to the people who are grateful and flattering to the aristocrats.



"Hmm?　Why are you being so cocky? The guild is just a scullery maid for the knights. I know what it is!　That's what I heard. That's why I came all the way out here and offered to use them.



　Misael's loud voice brought Mr. Titus from the back of the guild.

　His face is always ...... smiling, but he must be very irritated today.

　His eyes were not smiling though he kept his smiling face.



"This is Titus, the guild leader. I'm sorry, but I don't care if you are a nobleman or a knight. The Adventurers' Guild is a completely independent organization. I don't know who told you that the guild is a scavenger hunt, but you need to stop making a scene. It's a nuisance to all of us."



"Guild leader?　I'm not making a scene. You're the one who made the accusation. If you don't like what you're being told, why don't you just back this ugly b*tc* off and let her use your power to get the job done?"



"ugly?　Who did she call ugly?　This is a challenge to me. No, it's not,

I'd take it as a declaration of war against the guild. ...... then do it ...... like this ...... and then... ...hmmm."

　Ricca looks down and mumbles a mumbled curse that may or may not be heard, but Titus is quick to make a decision.



"Oh, okay. Just post it, Ricca, but don't be too sure the adventurers will take it. Learn from practice."



"Yes, sir."

　Ricca looked up, smiled, received the documents, and processed them without hesitation.

　She is a professional. She switched quickly.　



"Well, just do as you're told from the beginning. You're making me work so hard!"



　Misael left the guild, probably satisfied that his request had been accepted.

　Probably no one would accept such a request.



　What is he really?



　I look at the request form again.

　I don't want to help the Knights, but if ...... there are any clues, I'll check them out.



　Shannon and I decide to go down to the sewers.

　The sewers were located under the city and the entrance was covered by an iron fence.

　The fence was a little larger than a fist, and was made of a grid. Combustible stones could pass through it, but no one could pass through such a place.



"They say the combustible stone scraps came down the stream. ......"

When the Clean's magic momentarily cleans the water of the ditch, there are indeed scraps of combustible stone that have been used up.

　But that's not enough to tell us anything.



"Lucky."

　Lucky comes out of his bracelet, and is the first to speak,

--This smell is strong. My nose curves. What's the matter with you? ----



"Can't you smell anything else?"

------I can't even get in here. The smell of ditch is too strong.

"I see."

--Sorry for not being more helpful----