145 143 Identity of Gilmouth (2/2)
”I know, don't stare at me like that. I apologize for the inconvenience while I was in town.”
This guy seemed like a gentleman out of town, but did he wear a cat? Hands together and head down is totally the prank boy himself. Fran seems frustrated, too, but he didn't have any direct damage, and he owes me help. They've decided to forgive me here.
”... next time I do it, I'll be angry”
Even so, for a moment, it's like messing with a memory. Do you use your nasty skills there for the first time? I don't think it would be strange if people noticed the activation of a skill when it was considered hostile.
”Gilmouth, did you do it again? This guy is like a hobby to prank a competent rookie.”
Apparently he was a habitual offender. Is this the guild master and good?
”Fran, if you're upset, you can fuck Gatsun, too, okay?
”Okay.”
”I'm here for you. Gilmouth just needs to see it hurt someday.”
Elsa, that's terrible.
”You deserve it, don't you? Mostly, I don't get exonerated, so I overdo what I want!
”Why aren't you exonerated?
That bothered me, too. I'm pretty sure you're a power man because you're an Alliance Master, but I feel a little weak to say that's not the only way you're going to be exonerated.
”There's a lot going on. First of all, be strong. I'll be in five fingers in the Kranzel Kingdom. I also have the top rank B powers, but I can't get my hands or feet out.”
Is he that strong? It doesn't seem to make as much of a difference in status as I would say. I guess I still use my skills better. Elsa is power-based, and she seems weak in her hands and stuff.
”As a master of a town with a dungeon, I can tell you that's all you deserve.”
Well, there are places where adventurers are so strong.
”And only Gilmouth can negotiate with the Dungeon Master.”
Negotiate with the Dungeon Master? What the hell is this all about?
”Negotiate?”
”Oh well. Fran just arrived. Wolmut is famous for the fact that there are unattached, live dungeons in town where the Dungeon Master exists.”
”Dangerous”
”Right. Normally, it's dangerous. But in Urmut's case, it's okay.”
”Why?”
”In a nutshell, because I have a contract with the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master does not fortify the dungeon more than necessary and does not let the Warcraft out of the dungeon. And acquiesce to the adventurer working in the dungeon. Instead, this one doesn't give a hand to Dungeon Master and Core. If you need anything from outside supplies, procure it. Sounds like it.”
I see. If the Dungeon Master was an intelligent species, would there be such a bargain? Well, even a dungeon master would have been far more coexistent than destroyed by a high-ranking adventurer.
”It was Gilmouth on a young day who put together the negotiations.”
”No, it was a series of difficulties.”
”I don't know what you trust in this jizzy, but the Dungeon Masters have nominated our Gilmouth as your point of contact. If Gilmouth quit here, you didn't even know what the relationship would be with the dungeon, did you? Wolmut is a town made up of dungeons, so you can't fire Gilmouth no matter what.”
”Huh. Thanks to that, I can do whatever I want with my power.”
”You don't sound great!
Even though you're a jizzy and a gutty octopus, you look like a diagram of a prank kid and his scolding of it. Is that it? My eyes. Are you okay?
”Phew. I should probably get going.”
”Good Luck”
”Whose fault do you think I'm tired!
Maybe we'll get along with this.
”Fran, I'll see you later. I like you so much. Call me if anything happens. Because it helps. Ugh.”
”Mmm.”
”Bhaha yes. Chuh.”
The last time I threw you, you kissed me! I almost avoided it. Diaz almost saw me.
(Master, what's wrong? freaked out)
'Yes, I'm fine. Nothing.'
It seems to have been passed on to Fran.