Plus, the next day.

My father took me and I came to register for the Alliance.

Adventurers, sounds good to some if you call them, but the reality is that they are staffing agents.

Does the job description vary and there are classes depending on the job?

They really range from chores to top-secret requests from public authorities.

Incidentally, [Adventurer Guild] seems to have a better request than the designation [Personnel Dispatch 00].

If it was about Gonske's food bill, he'd go in the back of the sewer where help to farmers or vendors can't get in because of the degree of sophistication, extermination of demons building nests (coolly put, crusades), and then there'd still be the collection of herbs, etc. in the woods, mountains, etc. where there are powerful demons.

"Ho, here's a copy of our family registry. I'd like to sign up for this at the reception desk."

Too cluttered an explanation.

"Okay."

My father just walks to the back of the building.

It was a computer room divided by thin plates like a necafe.

Apparently, they're searching for a job over there.

I went to the reception and, like my father told me,

"Excuse me. I'd like to register."

And, somehow, I told my broad sister beside the receptionist, and gave her a copy of the family register.

A little tight, or a strong woman.

Then,

"Registration?"

I was stunned for some reason.

And look at Girosilo and from the tip of his head to his toenails.

"I don't have a job where I can have a leopard like you."

They push back a copy of the family registry book and make it sissy with their hands, as if to get rid of even the dirty ones.

"Yeah, but"

"Don't make me say it again and again. This isn't a children's playground."

"Can't you register?

"You're persistent. You can't do anything you can't!

What are you crunching about?

"Uh, can you tell me why?

"Well, I'm suspicious of people who don't show their status. Because I don't trust you. Besides, people who hide things like that are poor criminals."

It's settled.

"I left when I found out. I left."

…………

No, we're certainly not wealthy, but this kind of discrimination should have only been illegal.

Well, okay.

Let's look for another part-time job.

"What, if you have something to say, make it clear"

"No, nothing."

As soon as I changed my mind to find my father.

A loud noise rang.

And out of nowhere, the guards came out and quickly held me to the floor.

"Grow up!

I don't know why, I see the guards.

The guards are hearing from that woman at the reception.

By the way, the fucking noise just now sounded like an alarm.

"Yeah, it is.

When I found out I couldn't register, I suddenly got angry and tried to go to the search room.

I don't see any status, and it's up to thieves!!

Hysterical tells me, but I tell the truth calmly.

"............... no, my father I came with is over there, so I thought I'd look"

"It's an absolute lie! I'm determined to be a person who wasn't even supposed to be such a criminal's father or busy!!

Knock it out quickly!!

The guards are going to force me to stand and force me into the back room (probably an office or security room).

And that's where my father came back.

"Um, excuse me. Did our boy do something?

The guards look at my father with a sharp eye.

And the receptionist.

But look at my father. No, the air has changed.

Somehow, the stirring caused by confusion grew.

"What a fuss."

And now Osama showed up, like a bear.

"Ah, Mr. Carriel. Long time no see."

My father bows his head to Osama like a bear.

"Oh, you, no way!?

Osama looked at my father and was obviously surprised.

What, do you know your father?

"Is that Wolk the Demon Killer??!!

The bother grew even bigger.

Dad, it's normal now, but were you yanking around as a student?

By the way, Urk is my father's name.

"Haha, that's a nostalgic name ~. But it's embarrassing to be called at this age"

My father gave it back like he was in trouble, scratching his cheeks polypoly.

The guards said, 'That hero's?' or 'Wow, I'm a fan' or 'Let's get a signature, sign' or something meeher.

I'm still being held back.

When my father noticed me like that, he asked everyone on the spot.

"So, what's our hunch?

Is that it?

Dad, your face is laughing, but your eyes aren't laughing.

It's unusual, you're angry.

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