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

Martis tells me that the owner of "The Converting Person (Reverse Face)" has been contacted and is heading to the negotiations.

Next to me as an escort is Citrie, who didn't have one unpleasant face on his offer of debt, which was also carried by the roots of his tongue without dryness.

"It's okay. Research will be delayed only a little, but if you turn spare materials and inventory potions into cash, you can do so to some extent."

"I'm sorry?

"Mr. Klee doesn't have to worry about anything. I really don't like it, but I borrow money from the bank when I have to. Alchemists are very good for getting loans..."

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"Your sister will work with you... it's an absolutely necessary treasure, isn't it? I'll use any means I can to collect them."

".................. yeah, right......"

"We'll... we'll be fine later. I really don't like it, but we can do it later."

I hold my fist with the look on Citrine's face that makes me even feel sad. I don't have the courage to say what the sweet spot looks like right now.

Apparently, at a bad time, the Citries also had something they wanted.

Even just me, I can't let Citrie put up with me for herself. I dropped the offer, but it was too late. Not just today, Citrine had a hard time prioritizing me over myself.

Nico laughs in a good mood and Citrine continues.

"But first, we need to finalise the amount we need... what should we do with the hunter of the owner when we have to? I'm good at negotiating."

The smile was horrible. I don't have a day where I resented the lack of sight I see on my current schedule for what the emotions I have hidden within are.

But what are you going to do about it... I just want it to be easier if possible.

Liz went out of her way to the treasure house for my golden measures. Apparently, they're going to ladder a less challenging treasure house. I've never heard of the treasure house ladder or anything, but I didn't even have time to stop it.

I made a huge debt. Am I a hippo? Is it a hippo?

But there is still hope.

We were able to set up a good negotiating forum. Depending on the outcome, you shouldn't have to force Citrie to.

Direct negotiation is the sword of the blades. It has the advantage of getting the treasure gear you want first, but there is a chance that they will see you at your feet.

It was awarded a high amount of money in the negotiations and was broken down, but there were no other competitors in the actual auction, and in the end it remains true that they were able to win bids at a much lower price than the amount offered in the negotiations.

This time the target's treasure set doesn't look good. Ordinary hunters should be able to see that they don't bring it back - they should want to get rid of it.

It would be very inexpensive and available if it went well.

It would have been a little easier if I'd known you, but this time the treasure was taken at a distant treasure house, and it would be less hopeful because it seems that it was also a hunter from another country who brought it in.

"If the owner is warmer, you don't have to imitate it rough..."

What Citrine said is all the more noisy.

She is an alchemist vulnerable to fleshbullet warfare. Perhaps that statement is also a joke, but there is an awesomeness in Citrine that doesn't make a joke just a joke.

The sky was clear with no clouds, but my heart was full of anxiety.

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The designation of a negotiating venue was the Tavern next to the Explorers Association Teito Branch - "The Challenger's Learning Ground".

It is said to be the most famous tavern in the Empire City, bustling with hunters returning to the Treasure Palace 24 hours, 365 days, and if you want to learn the rumors around the fresh Empire City, don't come here.

The quality of the liquor and food is not good, but the prices are low, and we often see new American hunters who tend to be poor gather to do it busily. It's the perfect place to discuss because of the large number of seats and bookings.

I've been here many times too, but my legs have been far away since Liz and Luke ate the ban.

From what time I am there, I will draw the hunters who have drunk for me without even having to hold me during the day and head to the meeting table.

Confirm your seat at a distance. I unwittingly stopped the hunters surrounding the table.

Citrie also rarely opens her eyes and puts her finger on her lips as surprised.

"Uh... this is..."

This is it...

Check around with a glimmer of hope, but it's not like the meeting table is wrong - it was Arnold Hale and his crew that Liz hit at the Golden Pavilion during this time.

There's definitely not that many hunters partying for the eight of us.

What a rotten hunter to come in from the outside at this time of year, why am I such a bad pull...

Citrine is the only one who has the strength. If the opponent has avant-garde level 7, there's nothing you can do about it when a rub occurs.

Let's go home now......

For a moment that idea passes in the back of my brain, but this negotiation involves Mr Martis. While I was busy, you bothered to set me up for this occasion, because I'm a suspected Loricon grandfather delving into Tino, and I can't smash his face.

In the first place, it was Liz who came forward, maybe she doesn't remember me... there must be.

Yes, you must not remember. My face is plain to say for myself, and I was sitting in the deepest part. At least, if I were in Arnold's shoes - before I forget, I wouldn't even remember.

As I stood still and managed to arouse myself, Citry approached the table without having to stop worrying about me like that.

He has great guts even though he is the person who caused trouble the other day. I wasn't ready yet, but I couldn't let him go alone, and rush after that little back.

Arnold looks up at the approaching shadow. Still looking grumpy.

Please, forget it. My death wish didn't go through, and the expression was severely distorted.

The surrounding A next door looks at me and Citrie and gives them a tall voice.

"Oh, my goodness."

"Thank you so much for agreeing to negotiate today. Mr. Arnold!"

Without even being frightened by the look on his face, Citrie gave a bright voice in the lead.

My eyes were not acting, they were glittering.

Speaking of which, Citrie preferred guys like Arnold, or... The surrounding A's voice disappears as it sinks into its glowing smile.

Arnold tongues this lookout and points to the opposite seat with his jaw.

I lowered my back while keeping my stomach tight and sore. [M]

And negotiations began.

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Arnold Hale couldn't decide what to do with the unexpected negotiator.

He was beaten down in a liquor store on the first day. But Arnold is not stupid enough to beat him right away.

Reduce boiling anger emotions. Most importantly, there is no woman on this scene who has laid her hands directly on Arnold right now. This doesn't clear my mind, even if I just slapped everyone on this scene.

As Arnold remained silent, other members who spoke up also spoke.

Everyone seems to think it's time to get laid.

As always, The Thousand Changes was a man who didn't get the hang of it.

In front of Arnold, a flat look. The flesh is skinny for a hunter and doesn't have much muscle on it. Doesn't look very strong, he's a good guy. I don't even have a weapon, but I have earrings on my necklace, and a ring attached to each finger in my hand...

Isn't that a melee position? No matter how much I looked into what style The Thousand Changes would fight, it didn't come out at all.

Whatever it is, you're placing a Level 7 man in front of you who just took hostilities the other day, it won't be the only one.

Conversely, the woman next door who took her was full of quiet energy. The color of the hair, the color of the eyes, and the face resemble the Shadows that beat Arnold and the others before, but if that's "moving," this one is "quiet."

The appearance is neat and there is no scratch on white skin that is not burned in the day. Every single one of those actions was moist, but at the same time there were no gaps there.

It is simulated, but if you look closely, you can see that the energy held in it is not significantly different from the Shadow Out.

I guess Arnold saw the pseudonym because this woman's pseudonym is below that of The Thousand Changes.

Member of The Mourning Ghost. Definitely one of the strong ones.

Lick your lips.

But Arnold is on top of us now.

There are those who say they want to buy out the treasure that they kept in the bargain.

I thought it was something I liked a lot when I was contacted like that, but I didn't know it was that "Mourning Ghost".

Originally, I thought it would be a good idea to pay for alcohol. Except if there are those who want it.

Except for some scumbags, useful treasures are expensive. In some cases, it may be traded for more than 100 million dollars.

After I finished introducing myself, the woman who named Citrie said with a smile.

"Klee has a hobby for collecting unusual treasure gear. And Mr. Arnold's treasure trove stopped in his eyes."

"It's a rare item I brought on purpose from Nebulanubes. It's a lot of work. I can't sell it at such a low price. Even if you don't have the strength, you can sell it to a favorite. Isn't that right, Mr. Arnold?

Ei smiles slightly at Citrie's words and looks at Arnold's expression.

Sell as high as possible. If the opponent is a higher level hunter than the Arnolds, he must have the money too.

Ai's words are bluff. At least, that mask didn't have a pickup in Nebulanubes. Even rare loving aristocrats choose things. There's no way anyone wants a mask of meat that just looks cursed.

Citrie suppresses her mouth and gives her a troubled look.

"I see... I see what's going on. But unfortunately - no one in this imperial capital would want that creepy mask either. Klee doesn't really want it either."

Negotiations were still in the jab phase.

Hearing that voice, the frown of "Thousands of Changes" moved in a pinch.

The expression distorts for a moment. Look at that, Ai puzzles me.

It was a change of expression that was too easy to understand. It's a pre-poker face problem.

So far so obvious, I can't tell if I'm really upset or if I'm just making it look that way.

Are you still talking about someone who won't be alarmed?

"I'm not saying we don't want to sell either."

"Perhaps it would be more expensive to buy it here than to sell it at an auction. I don't think there's anyone competing for that product. Isn't that what Mr. Arnold, who is accredited at a high level, thinks?

It was a picture star. Arnold and the others had been told such stories beforehand when they requested an appraisal.

Hunters and nobles alike are cautious in purchasing treasure.

There are not so many items in the treasure that pose a risk to the owner. And all those treasure pieces look 'like that'.

Bad looks can be a major disadvantage in treasure.

It's not fair.

So Arnold put his arms together and swooped back on the chair. I stare at The Thousand Changes, not Citries, and say it with all my strength.

"That's what we found so hard. But we still don't know how it works. They bought a powerful treasure item in a bundle of three sentences. Better throw it away."

That mask was said to have the potential not to be appraised.

There are two main types of treasure tool appraisal methods. An investigation based on accumulated information and a trial to try and activate.

If judgment cannot be made in the former, it is brought into the latter, but the appraiser is also human. Obviously dangerous treasure items may be returned as non-appraisable items. In fact, that mask is being remanded in Nebulanubes.

The appraiser that Arnold and the others brought in is a man famous for his decades as an expert in this empire. If the man were to return it, there would be no one in this city who could appraise it.

That way, that's why that mask can only be sold for about collection purposes.

"I can see that you have an imagination of the effect. I can't keep putting a price on it. Do you want me to tell you what kind of power you have?

That was just a shake.

Information produces money. There's no way anyone can honestly teach you to tell me. But that should be one of the ingredients that raises the price.

My neighbor, Citrine, is frowning.

And "Thousands of Changes" next door opened his mouth with a serious face.

"It's... I can't tell you"

"Hmm......"

That's the answer I expected. At the time Arnold roughed up his voice and tried to complain, "Thousands of Changes" had a troubled grin and said something unexpected.

"But if there's one thing I can say - if my predictions are correct, that's a little dangerous. This national law also restricts its use. You should just let it go."