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

The venue was still enthusiastic at the unexpectedly incandescent auction.

Even when it's a break, few people leave the venue.

Tino and the others approached us on a small run as we went outside the building with them on our asses.

Coming up to me (and Liz and Citrine), I bow my head deep with my hands in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I did. I can't believe this happened..."

"Huh...? Oh, no. I don't mind..."

I originally asked Tino to represent me. [M] I was certainly surprised that Master Greg was supposed to have dropped it, but it's not like he was hungry.

Master Greg's appearance was hauntingly pale some time after the doll auction was over. The cold sweat is terrific. I'm looking around in suspicion of behavior for a moment, and I'm very sympathetic to its trinket appearance.

He is the hero who dropped the highest price in the first half. I'm still not surrounded by people because I'm removing the number bills I would have put on during the auction and I haven't found out my face, but perhaps that name will soon spread.

Because of the security of fairness at Zebuldia Auctions, the names of the successful bidders can be easily examined. Those who use deputies come out for that, but it could have been a little heavy on middle hunter Greg.

excuse Tino as she looks at Liz with an anxious look. Liz was smiling silently.

"Um... really, I tried to be in charge. But... the moment I checked the signal, I realized I wasn't ready. He said he didn't know how to sign a hand to compete."

Tino is so out of it...

But there are certainly so many types of hand signs that it may not be impossible to tell if you are new to the auction.

Then there are ways to participate in the competition by shouting prices, writing and posting prices on bills, but those who participate in the auction generally use hand signs.

"So... Greg said he knew, so I left it to him. I didn't think this was going to happen because I wanted to see the signal and participate in the auction. The first time I left it to Greg, so I learned how to do it. In my destiny, I was going to take charge. That's..."

"Yeah, right..."

That's what I ran out of funds in the Golem before my fate, he said.

But I didn't imagine this state, either, and I can't help it.

Liz slaps me on the shoulder and tilts my neck with a decapitated hand gesture. I won't hang up...

Speak to Tino, who is terrified of war, to reassure him.

"You don't have to be scared like that. You're good, you're good. Yeah. That's what I assumed."

"Klee. That... seems to be over budget... are you okay?

Is that why Master Greg was blue?

This bid exceeds the amount I was telling you about beforehand by 100 million geels. If you can't pay for it, it could spill sin on Master Greg, so the look on his face would be inevitable. The original proxy is only formed between deep relationships of trust.

Of course, I'm not going to bother Master Greg.

"Oh, don't worry about that either. I have money."

Not mine, though.

I cut Lucia a check for 110 million on the spot while I sat down in my heart and gave it to Citrine.

By the way, the drawer originated from Lucia's bank account, but the procedure is in place, so it's fine with my signature. I'm used to it.

You might want to figure out a way to get in the mood with your means of repayment by the time you get back.

Citrine carefully put the checks she received in her lower back bag. That's a billion and sixty million guitars combined with cash.

Tino tends to look down and confirm.

"Yes, so... the... example treasure..."

"Oh, that's enough. The aim was achieved. I'm a little tired, and I'm leaving now."

"... Huh!?

The auction has just begun. The vicinity of the auction venue is crowded and tedious.

More and more rare treasures will continue to emerge. I'm interested, but it's very tough to be shown that even though I don't have any money left. I hope it's just tough, but I'd rather not be on the spot considering the possibility of spending the rest of Lucia's savings.

Most importantly, you can't get that mask anymore. My auction is already over.

The lady will be burning her wars by now, but sometimes she doesn't get along with it. You've already won. Yeah, I thought you already won.

Let's go home and get some sleep.

"Okay, Mr. Klee. I'm going to pick up an example with Mr. Greg as soon as I can!

Citrine lifted a trunk case full of white coins with a full smile. Let's just say I'm glad I was able to protect this smile.

But it's because I'm going to pick up that giant golem right away...... I guess I really wanted it.

"Your sister was competing with the seller. Will you go over the information on the twenty-fifth? He may be gone by now, but he must have some material at the auctioneer's disposal."

"Oh, hey, it's against the rules to look up competitor information - hey, no, nothing"

Well, it's against the rules, but it's easy to find out if you want to. I've been eating up so much, I can't help but wonder.

I don't think you can show me the material. It's against the rules.

"Then Master Greg, thank you for your help today. See you sooner or later, Citrie."

"Yes! Thank you, Mr. Klee! I'll see you later!

Eva, I wonder if I'll be angry. You'll be angry...... But I can't help it.

We're going to be taking around Tino for a while when we want ice cream.

When I did a big stretch, I left the auction venue in a good mood.

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"Time is up. An unidentified 'Meat Mask'. This is a bid for 200 million geels by the famous Eclair Gladys!

The applause of 10,000 lightning from the downstairs seats arrives to the VIP seats. Eclair sighed loudly as he lay shallow on that seat.

Its eyes are moisturized and its always suspended eyes are only now loose.

What was there was no exhilaration or joy for winning the battle, but a deep relief.

The battle ended lighter than Eclair thought. I guess all Montor's prior recommendations were also worrying.

A successful bid could be achieved without a foot out of Eclair's aligned 200 million gels.

Unlike the prior reputation, the battle was one-sided.

Perhaps it was good that Sir Gladys spread the word that he meant it. In this empire, noble power is quite strong. No one, whether a Chamber of Commerce or a Hunter, wants to stand up for it and be hostile to it. There's no way he's here.

Convinced of it again, he looks up proudly to his father - Van Gladys - who sits next to him.

Tidy dark tea hair, sharp eyes.

His father stared down at the stage only to answer a word or two of the praises of the nobles around him.

What the floating expression showed was not my daughter's delight in victory, but something as surprising as if she had found it even suspicious.

Van Gladys frowns as he notices Eclair's peeping gaze. The words that came out of that mouth were unexpected by Ecclair.

"Did they give you the win?"

"... Huh!?

Montor, who had refrained behind him, agrees with that opinion in a low voice.

"Sounds like it. Thousands of Changes has already left the venue. None of those who took part in the masked auction took their breath away."

"Hmm... level eight hunter... if you think you're a man who doesn't know how to thank you like any other hunter, isn't it just a rumor though that you're a schemer? Horizontal spears were placed in the treasure gear I was about to get, and I didn't expect this to retreat lightly - a seriously calm and deposited response in a facial valued hunter. Ark's right, he's an interesting guy."

"What do you mean?!? Father! I, right here, won and showed!

Ecclair, as his father strictly put it, even though he borrowed Montor's hand, let him try to win what he wanted to raise funds safely.

Achievement is what wins for Gladys, a martial family. He followed his training, and thus let that level eight and the famous hunter defeat the man who made fun of the Gladys.

To Eclair screaming in a high voice, Van Gladys turns a sharp glance, unlike anything that could be directed at his family.

"Eclair, you did win the treasure. But this victory is not a worthy victory. Whether you win or lose. I was static that it would be a good experience - but you're not even standing on the same mound. Did you look too sweet? And I didn't know you didn't even notice that fact."

"Huh!?

"Ma'am. Thousands of Changes did collect well over 200 million Gears. We are getting information that Citrie Smart has sold off equipment and potions. Hunters positioned nearby for surveillance have been driven back - but that, on the way out. Before the auction begins,"

Montor explains in a sober voice to Eclair, who solidifies in shock.

"Hey, why!? Why didn't you even take part in the fight?

I didn't understand. The first thing I ever wanted for that treasure was "Thousands of Changes". Ecclair just went in there from side to side like he was half-assed.

Then why give up on the way? That, too, Eclair said he was focused on the competition and didn't even notice, but the guy wasn't even in it.

"They gave me the win, ma'am. If the lady hadn't collected more than 200 million geels, she might have joined us as promised, but this battle has already changed from one with Miss Eclair personally to one with the Count Gladys family. It won't be a very battle, and if you tear Lady Eclair - pull her tail."

…………

Montor's words, just that Ecclair received them in silence.

It's all sorts of emotions swirling in the back of your brain. Confusion. Relief. Confusion, anger.

Object with a squeezing voice.

"I told you it was a square ride... I told you"

"We negotiated beforehand with the Chamber of Commerce, which would be competitive. Ma'am, I owe you more than I was born in Gladys to win. Hunters and nobles are a little alike, at least we can be insulted because of this here and now. And today, the lady beat a level eight hunter."

"If you are at all eye-catching, it is clear that you have been given the win. Damn, it's hard. The only thing we know by spending 200 million dollars is the measure of" Thousands of Changes. "

Eclair squeaks in a trembling voice at the expression of his father, who distorts his face in a grumpy manner.

"Am I… this I, who was pitied,? Did they insult you?

"I wasn't insulted, but late, I guess. It depends on how the lady feels if she can call it a win."

No. This stuff - it's not a victory.

Undefeated? No. There's no way I can convince Ecclair of his emotions with those words or anything.

I was still more convinced to compete from the front and lose. Bite your teeth to the point of stirring.

Lost. I won the game and lost the battle. This prevents me from delivering the treasure with my chest up to the venerable Ark.

"Did you make a debt?"

"... as promised, I admitted not less than a lady who talked to the house and collected 200 million geels, too. I don't think that the leader of that infamous" Mourning Ghost "is going away just because he's a noble nobleman."

"... Either way, I owe you one. Whatever your surroundings may think, you must pay back what you owe Zebuldia as a nobleman.... What if this is not the true purpose of the man's desire for a treasure he can't stand?

The rugged look of Count Gladys clouds Montor's face, which rarely breaks his expression.

"… saw no interference of the will of others in the diffusion of information. It is also the will of the lady that she visited the cranhouse about Lord Ark. That would be a coincidence."

Hearing words from his own right arm did not loosen Count Gladys's expression.

Order Eclair, who is still frozen and solidified.

"Eclair, do whatever you want about the treasure gear you win. But I forbid you to intervene in that man any more. It's not in your hands."

…………

Regrettably. I meant to set up a battle, I was just dancing on my palm.

Too miserable, too far from ideal.

But then, what do I do? What am I supposed to do?

I was always mindful of the fortitude that the nobility deserved. But all that's in Ecclair's chest right now was irresistible anxiety.

"You got it? Answer me!

"Huh... Yes... Father"

In response to reprimands from his father, Eclair bit his lips, whimpered and replied.