695 693 Demitris (1/2)

One day the martial arts tournament is approaching in a few days.

We were coming to the Adventurer Alliance. The aim is not to meet Diaz this time. It's not even a corbelt with a strangely tired face, standing beside the couch.

Our purpose was to be one thin old man sitting on the couch in front of us.

”Well done.”

Instead of saying you've done well, you haven't even got a smile shard on that face. Just a sharp glance, watching Jizz Fran.

The appearance is that of a skinny old man who is a little afraid of his face.

I guess it's the original eye. Just narrowed down, it looks like you're staring at this one.

Her hair is white due to her age, but very rich. The hair that seems to be about Bob if it is removed is wrapped up in the back of the head so that it is short. He built up a splendid moustache and jawbeard and looked like a immortal.

Well, signs of emission are so noisy that I can't imagine immortals or anything like that.

I don't know exactly because I'm sitting there, but I think he's just over 170cm tall.

Its skin, which has lost water and even deeper wrinkles because of its age, also looks like the epidermis of a cracked tree.

However, I found that there was a firm muscle underneath that skin. Thin, soft, athlete muscled. I guess I'm still working out.

He wore a loose robe like a black embroidered landing on a purple field, but even from above he could see the clarity and toughness of his flesh.

Corbelt opens his mouth a little further forward.

”Master -”

”I'm not a teacher anymore”

”... Dear Demitris, Miss Hilt. She's Fran. She beat me.”

”Hmm. Right.”

”Hmm.”

Yes, it is. The old man in front of us now was the rank s adventurer, the immovable Demitris.

Just looking at the current exchange, I can understand that it can't be a glimmer.

And one more. Here's another sharply faced woman, opposite Corbelt, across the sofa. Next to Demitris' left, he stood like an escort.

Corberto called me a lady, but what kind of relationship is it? This one would be pretty strong, too. Corbelt. Staring at Fran with a worthy eye.

Well, Demitris is my priority now.

Fran bows her head lightly.

”I'm Fran the Rank B Adventurer,. Best regards,”

Rarely did Fran say a firm greeting. Sometimes it may be that the other person is the person involved in the request, but I guess I just figured out its strength by being relative.