Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter's Hero Dream

Money. I want money.

I am a man of pure poverty. [M] clothing and living, all of which should be minimal.

I spend very little money on a daily basis, and even if I did, I would go to the coffee shop for sweetness, and I wouldn't say luxury. Lend me your money.

Best of all, Ark said with a full smile when he heard my words.

"I don't know what's going on, but you can't lend it to me."

In the case of Hunter's party, or in the case of a relationship, the borrowing of money is the cause of the dispute.

Even members of the same party don't have time to cite stories of financial troubles resulting in the dissolution of the party. Hunters make money, but that's all they spend.

Ark isn't as good as The Mourning Ghost either, but he should be making money. The house is famous, and we may have top notch financial resources in our clan.

How did you convince me? If we don't hurry up and collect the money and get into the negotiations, other hunters might take it. I'll definitely return it later!

Ark flaunts his shoulder. The same behavior as mine was very similar when a man with brilliant eyebrows did it.

"You found some new treasure anyway, didn't you? Speaking of which, it's time for the auction to start."

Everything had been found out. By the way, this may not be the first time I've had gold heartless on Ark.

Ark and I were never bad friends, but he was a decent person.

"No, no, no, no, not this time. It's a shitty piece of treasure. I definitely want to get it."

"Nothing's different, is it?... By the way, how much do you want me to lend you?

Negotiate with other hunters. Treasures are difficult to market. I don't know how much I'm going to need.

I answered with a serious look. [M]

"If there is, there is only"

"... what is the reason and effect of asking for that treasure and do it?

Changing your face will give you freedom. You can go to the sweet spot by yourself.

I answered with all my heart and sincerity. [M]

"I can't tell you that"

Of course it's illegal, and I can't tell you.... Stuffed?

"Ha... I know it's secrecy, but then we won't talk about it"

Well, it's the ultimate answer. I gave up Ark and turned my gaze to the other party members of him who were leaning against the wall.

Ark's party, Son of the Holy Spirit (Ark Brave), is a Level 7 certified party of the Seekers Association.

The criteria are different for level certification of parties and level certification of hunters. Often the average of the hunters he belongs to is taken, but even though all members except Ark are below level 6, his party's level 7 certification demonstrates the excellence of those members.

But most importantly, it would be where all of his party members are women that his party releases a different colour than the others.

Besides, it has everything beautiful. That's why Ark's party can be known for its excellence, as well as the Harlem party.

The one who stood in the deepest part, the priest of the arc party (Saint), Yu shrinks and tries to scare him.

"Oh... I won't lend it to you"

The other members, Isabella the Maguire and Almel the Swordsman, were not going to lend me, and they stared at me with a grim eye.

"If you're a Level 8 hunter too, don't rely on Mr. Ark for as much money as you can get yourself right!

"Oh man...... I'm still a weak man when it comes to rivalry. I have trouble understanding how that party can be directed by a man like you."

If the positions are different, there is also a wide variety of weaknesses, tungtungs, samurai and personalities. Mm-hmm.

I don't have a sense of rivalry with them, but they seem to have a sense of rivalry with us, the Mourning Ghost, and the wind is often strong.

Is the arc the easiest to stick with because it still takes vessels to lead Harlem?

Isabella, the most talkative, comes packing the distance.

She's a well-groomed daughter, just like Ark. Light purple hair and eyes, white skin as snow, are a sign of being from the land of the north, but ruined because they stare at you like intimidation.

She was also a pathetic daughter who had often been stuck in Lucia and not dealt with.

"So, for the most part, I can't believe you're such a strong sarcasm to that Miss Eclair - what would you do if the Gladys made you an eyewitness!?

"Uh... sarcasm...? I just told you the truth..."

I have no idea what you're talking about. Why is it ironic that I don't know how to be polite?

"Ah... maybe it's okay because you guys are different now, but now we're in the same clan!? What will you do if Rodin's name scratches you!?

She's still a strong daughter around. You're supposed to be younger than me, but Liz and the others have different vector troubles.

But unfortunately, no matter how much you curse me, it won't hurt me. Because I understand the fact that I am incompetent more than anyone else. I am even accustomed to being cursed.

And I don't care what they tell me to do. I won't do anything because I'm in trouble. I don't think Rodin's name will scratch that easily...

"You disrespectful man! What a claim to the master - Mi Woo! Mmm! Mmm!

Now go between me and Isabella and block Tino's mouth from biting.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I have to go owe someone else money, so that's enough?

Underground seat. Recirculation. I have a word for the mouthpiece. I am weak against my enemies, but strong against my allies. This is called the Inner Valley Celebration.

Ark's party members are thick in character, but not indiscriminate like my people.

Isabella was pulling a dong on me when I suddenly blocked her mouth.

Tino tears at me - protesting. [M] Yeah, yeah, you are.

"Bye, Ark. See you later!"

I don't have time. To a short greeting, I wave with a smile that I don't know what Ark is thinking as usual.

For now, suppose I check with the members in the lounge before I cry to Citrie to see if I can borrow money?

§ § §

That "Thousand Changes" is running to the gold measure, no matter what.

The information soon became known throughout the clan.

It was the cranhouse entrance that had the exchange. There are also a large number of clan members, but there are also people outside. There is no way that discussing two top clans with fame is inconspicuous.

It is a public secret that The Thousand Changes collects numerous treasures. The hunter inherently hid the M.O., but the ever-changing collection of treasure was beyond the realm of secrecy.

Few people have actually seen the collection with their eyes, but some of its rare, expensive, and some cursed items seem to be too dangerous to handle with a coarse hunter. There are even rumors that the treasure items held by the members of The Mourning Ghost are degraded products separated from them.

Debt for hunters is something to avoid. That could also undermine the most important 'trust' for hunters if they were to borrow it from other parties.

A treasure trove that Level 8 hunter, a treasure trove collector, tries to earn until he makes such a debt.

What power is there to fulfill? The effect is unknown - but it sounds like a shitty treasure.

It will certainly be a rare treasure that rarely appears. It could even be a substitute for a Level 8 hunter's 'trump card'.

Rumors call for rumors. Originally, rumors of the Zebuldia auction, which was to be held nearby, were of interest to many imperial merchants, hunters, and aristocrats.

Powerful treasures are a substitute for everyone to raise their hands. Treasure hunters for their own hunts, nobles for their authority, and merchants as trumpets for commerce.

What kind of treasure do you possess?

What is without gold dreams and anticipates its power, and whoever is with gold wants to acquire its treasures at all costs.

The merchant thinks. The opponent is level eight, but the hunter, there must be limits to the funds that can be collected.

Hunter thinks. Perhaps with that treasure set, you could greatly increase your certification level.

Nobility thinks. If only the treasure was foiled. Wouldn't it greatly improve the power of the hand?

Rumor has it. But that was just a few fascinating rumors to break with.

§

"Mr. Arnold, I hear there's gonna be some shitty treasure gear at the auction."

A painting of the tavern. As excited, Ai with one arm shines his eyes and tells Arnold.

The liquor and enthusiasm inundated the tavern with numerous hunters. "The Foggy Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist)" from the outside is also completely blended into it.

The search went well. Even if it was certified in the country, Arnold is level seven. Top among the hunters overflowing with empires.

It was only at the first tavern that I got the hang of it, but since then, I haven't seen a hunter comparable to the Arnolds.

Beat a drunk ale jock to the table, Arnold asks.

"Hmm...? What kind of substitute?

"You know more about that... but you think a Level 8 hunter is the kind of treasure that golden heartless all over it"

"Level eight, or... ugh"

"Shh, sorry"

Ai hastily apologized to Arnold for scratching his side head.

The wounds I've already received in that tavern are healing. There is no pain. But after that day Arnold had a habit of scratching his head.

The flesh is soothing. But the soul has not forgotten the humiliation it has suffered.

Arnold says nothing against the apology and pounds his tongue out loud.

I can't afford to fund The Misty Thunder Dragon.

Money is different in fog countries and empires. During their long journey from Nebulanubes, Arnold and the others had turned the bulk of their funds into goods. A treasure trove that a high level hunter would try to get until he borrowed it, etc., would be very, but not handy.

Well, even where there was money, other than paying a lot of money for treasure gear you can't specialize in because such other high level hunters want it, etc.

Ei, who is in charge of the party's financial flows, would have the same idea.

"Chip. That's a good story about the economy.... Speaking of which, aye, what's going on with that treasure piece you were asking for an appraisal?

"Heh. Apparently the auction is packed and the appraisal will take a little while"

"... right"

Arnold frowned, recalling a disgusting treasure found in a treasure house near Nebranubes.

It's like a disgusting mask made by twisting raw meat around.

Feeling like raw meat itself, Arnold and the others, hunters used to the feeling of blood and meat, ran scared. It's such a tough piece of treasure that I regretted how I brought it back after I got back to the city.

An appraiser in Nebulanubeth refused to appraise me.

It won't be worth it anyway. There is also the possibility of a treasure tool that, from the looks of it, gives the user a disadvantage.

I had it appraised once and planned to ask for a disposition if it wasn't worth it.

"I hope it's at least about the alcohol bill. It's not just taking it home."

Arnold roared instead of consenting to Aye's realistic words.