Wolf Barrel 5.56

Bandit Crusade at Single. And rescue of hostages.

Having been recognized by the Alliance for his accomplishments, I can now be treated as a full member in the sunshine. I mean, you're not on a precious road like the previous bad nobility persuasion, you can now take requests for proper escorts, demonic crusades, etc!

And I just got a job.

Contents include escort of carriage. Escort Salla to the town known as "Number".

The schedule is two days each way.

There are seven of them, including me.

The reward is fifteen thousand luv.

Sounds pretty low as an forehead, but I can't help it either. Because it's a job you don't have to be a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The job of this hand seems to be something that beginners take out of profitability to gain experience after all.

But even so, I was happy to get a decent job.... If this was a stray dog search or something, I would have turned into a rough ghy ghie and tore apart my guild registration card.

By the way, this request was brought to me by Mr. Lucca.

And Mr. Lucca is supposed to accompany him.

Stella had previously told me the rule that nominees would accompany them, but even if they were officially recognized by the Alliance, they would have to be together for the time being. I feel sorry for Mr. Lucca about that. 'Cause you're only capable of getting expensive requests, but you're putting me on a job with a small forehead because of me.

It was painful. I said, "Are you sure you want to take this?" I asked.

"Huh? What? Wake up also complaining about my brought request? In the minutes of the Heppoco Wizard with a Magic Power of less than 50! Don't be ridiculous, you idiot! You have to shut up and do what I say! Okay? You got it!

And they pissed me off.

Words are allergic... but I think he's a good guy.

We leave the day after tomorrow.

We need to have everything we need by then.

Today, the guild will lend you the minimum daily necessities, so you can certainly participate with your bare hands. But the goods that are lent are used around with others, so the quality is not quite good.

Mr. Lucca, come on.

"I don't know who used it for when or what. I don't care if you die of a towel, a pan that eats but creeps, a water bottle that spins and drinks with an unclean guy, or a weird smelly blanket! That's not what humans use!!

and.

I agree with that.

I mean, there are a few things that I need to have personally for comfort at work. But as a beginner, I don't know what I need.

So.

Today, I am going to ask Lucca, a senior, to accompany me in shopping.

Meet me at 10: 00 a.m. In front of the fountain.

"It's kind of like a date appointment,"

I joked about that yesterday and it made my face bright red and angry.

Still someone who doesn't get through to Chalet.

"Yeah!

Having finished my workout, showered and refreshed, I was tongue-in-cheek at the breakfast the owner had brought me.

Today's menu is a trout cheese omelet with thick bacon and sautéed spinach. Tomato potage soup to make other hot air. And it's freshly baked round white bread.

It feels particularly delicious because it's after you move your body.

Break the bread in two, pinch the omelet, bacon and spinach, Gabe! Happy!

Flatten the volume for two servings with pepper and take a breather in the after-dinner coffee.

As I quietly enjoyed the smell of coffee, the bustle of the morning poured in through the window.

Even though people are rushing outside, here, separated by one wall, they enjoy relaxing time gracefully. Something like this reminds me of that gainless sense of superiority when I was in elementary school, when I heard a voice from outside when I was sleeping with a cold.

But for one of my extravagant moments,

"You're lying!?

The moment I saw the clock, I collapsed with Gashan.

If I had relaxed, I would have approached the rendezvous point at some point.

Yah bye!!

Ask me from over here. I can't believe I'm late. That's not gonna make me look good!

I panicked, stirred up my coffee, threw my bag over my shoulder, threw my laundry into a dedicated basket in the hallway, threw the tray back to the cooking area, and I hung up with the people in the "It was delicious today" and "Oh no" cooking area, greeted the owner of the front desk again, and then jumped out of the hotel.

I managed to make it to the rendezvous.

That was good, but something else ruined Mr. Lucca's mood.

That's why I'm here... apparently because of what I usually wear.

"Why haven't you come in style!" and Mr. Lucca, who is mucked.

I don't know why, but even when I ask, he doesn't answer me clearly.

I said something yesterday, but I can't remember. [M]

Besides, I noticed that Mr. Lucca was changing his hair and said, "Oh, you're curling on the inner roll today. The atmosphere changed and it looks great on you," I praised, and I got angry again.

... really, what the hell is this guy?

I have no idea where the anger point is.

Is this what all girls are like at this age?

Or is Mr. Lucca the only one special?

I somehow figured out why a romance guide or some other magazine for men could sell.