68 [59] Julius and Rasun.txt (1/2)

A few days after the Wyrms returned home.

'Hey, Larsen,'

An adventurer's guild in a certain country.

A young man with a hood over his eyes appeared without a sound in Guildmaster Larsen's room.

Normally, he would be the target of capture for sneaking into the guildmaster's room, but Larsen only moved his eyebrows a little because he knew the man.

''You're Julius. How many times do I have to tell you to go through the guild's reception when you come to this room?

Don't be such a tight-ass. I'm doing my job. I'm a bit shy, despite my appearance.

He looks at Julius with a sharp look in his eyes as he replies to the question and answer that he's already forgotten how many times he's done it.

''... He's a joke as usual. Well, that's fine. More than that, I heard that Bailudo is dead, but I suppose you've retrieved A(re)le, right?

The gaze of his intimidating gaze that does not show any decline even though he has passed the age of 40.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

Of course. I'll do the job you ask me to do. Here.

Saying that, he lightly threw over the spirit binding follower ring.

It was the one that Bailudo, who was the first spirit magician of the Humanion Kingdom, was going to use when he tried to subordinate Hinori.

'Indeed. But that Bailudo guy, it's a fool's errand to try to use something that's still in the process of being studied on a spirit beast. And to not even be able to leave that data behind... that's the height of uselessness!

''Just as we reported last time, Beirut seems to be quite obsessed with the spirit animal. If he can't see his surroundings that well, what can he do? After all, they didn't even know who I was until the end of time.

Based on the content of the conversation, it could be inferred that Larsen and Baird were colleagues or bosses and subordinates who were studying the relics of the ancient magic civilization.

In other words, Bailudo was a position of a spy, so to speak, who had connections with the head of an adventurer's guild in another country, despite being a high ranking position in the Humane Kingdom.

Hearing Larsen's words, which made him frown as if he had bitten down on a bitter worm, Julius showed him a shrug of his head to agree with him.

''And Larsen, the spirit that Bailudo contracted with has become my friend. As I've said many times, if you try to mess with my friends, I'll turn against you guys. Thanks for that.

Hmph. At least as long as you're useful, I won't mess with your possessions. It's true that we want to have the power of a higher level spirit, but the current state of affairs is not the best for us to deal with. I'll talk to the top.

Apparently, Larsen and Julius have a cooperative relationship in which their mutual interests are aligned.

However, when Julius doesn't show his true face, that trust seems to be limited.

It's always a great help. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this, but I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. Would you like to hear it?

The information I wanted to know was...? I don't think that's the first time I've ever talked to you about this.

The Foggy Forest.

What?

Larsen tilts his head quizzically at the unworthy phrasing, but then his eyes widen at the words that come out of his mouth and he exclaims.

Do you remember?

I'm not sure if you remember the 'Will-less Magic Sword', one of the parties that went into the Forest of Demon Mist and disappeared.

The person who wondered why we had lost contact with them was none other than Larsen.

And that even with Larsen's position and connections, he could not find even the slightest trace of why the members of the Will-Free Devil's Sword were wiped out.

The information on the Forest of Demon Fog was difficult to obtain, no matter how hard they tried, even to obtain it.

It was already on the verge of giving up, when Larsen was informed that the information was brought back at a timing that was not too much of a surprise, Larsen could not hide his feelings of surprise, and while he was speechless, he appealed with a glaring gaze that demanded that he speak at once.