The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

I look around at the former merchant's house while the group guides me.

The captain is acting differently, and I can't confirm his appearance by looking around.

Neither is the Deputy Commander, who has been somewhere with Mr. Margajra and is nowhere near him.

"And it's huge."

Mr. Ratlua looks around as he slaps the wall.

"Right. Looks like there's two of them."

"Really?

"I saw it through the window"

"If there's a hidden room, is it that way?

What do you think?

Where did you build the hidden room, you wouldn't find it the most?

Zuo somehow has an image of the stash, so he's going to be able to focus on it.

Aah!

"Where is the place Mr. Margajra looked up?

"Hmm? Oh, you're saying that."

"Yes, because he's here on orders from the organization to do backwork."

Report the problem room as no problem.

It is Mr. Margajra who has the role.

I mean, there's got to be something connected to the hidden room in the room he checked.

Maybe the captain went to check it out by himself.

I hope they find it.

Because there must be something driving the organization.

When I finished looking at the ground floor, I heard a door opening at the entrance to the building.

Just when I turned my gaze because I was nearby, there was a man with a nice, mild atmosphere and a man with a seemingly difficult atmosphere who had been guided by two members.

The moment I saw him, I heard Mr. Ratlua take his breath.

Apparently, you don't want me here.

I wonder who.

"Count Faltria, Lord Foronda. What have you done?

Mr. Borolda immediately speaks to a man.

That name sounds familiar.

Count Faltria is a suspicious man.

Lord Foronda is someone Mr. Borolda would like to believe.

"It just so happens that you take a walk through the vicinity. I wanted to see what was happening now."

"Really?"

"I was with Count Faltria, so I just followed him"

As it seems, Count Faltria has a very calm way of speaking, with the impression that it has nothing to do with bad things.

Lord Foronda has a quiet vibe, but I have the impression that it's hard to get close.

"Oh? What about you?

Count Faltria's gaze turned to me, chuckling fluffily.

There was nothing offensive about that laugh, and the thought aroused me to ask if I could really suspect this guy.

Is that why I'm a little backwards?

"Ivy."

Mr. Borolda invited me, so I'll line up next door.

There was no change in his expression, but I noticed a slightly stronger hand on my shoulder.

And as I get caught in it, I get into my body, too.

"This kid says Ivy. We're escorting them because they're being targeted by an organization. Because they overlapped with other jobs, they were asked to act together."

"You're a cute girl. Faltria. Nice to meet you."

A slight back bent so as to gaze at me, to a calm voice, a soft smile.

There is no element of anxiety anywhere.

The bag just doesn't even work with Pickle.

I mean, Sora seems to have decided Count Faltria is in trouble.

"That's tough. The Boroldas are excellent. Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Lord Foronda never looked down at me and smiled.

I don't have any kindness in my voice either, but I felt kind of warm only when I said Mr. Borolda was excellent.

I can honestly say that you look scared.

But I felt a swing of pull and sola on my thigh.

Grab a little of Mr. Borolda's clothes.

"Best wishes, Count Faltria"

Speak up and at the same time pull the clothes you grab once.

"Lord Foronda, thank you."

Gently take your hands off your clothes.

From Mr. Borolda's hand, which was placed on his shoulder, he lost a lot of strength.

I'm sure he was relieved.

I'm glad that someone Mr. Borolda believes is on his side.

I was able to draw strength from my body, too.

You noticed that, pompous and lightly patted on the shoulder.

"Where is the captain?

Count Faltria looks around and asks.

Is that it?

Sounds like you know there's a captain here.

But how do you know?

Earlier the captain said, "I've been busy and it's been since the day of the controls".

Did someone tell you that?

... Could there be someone outside the building who is also a watchman?

I hate that you seem to be lurking around a lot.

"I'm here, can I help you?

The captain showed himself from the back of the ground floor.

Oh, Mr. Deputy Commander and Mr. Margajra are with us.

"No, I'm just here to check on you."

"Was I? Do you want to go up and look inside and go?

Follow the words.

I don't know what to do, I haven't yet informed the captain that Count Faltria has a problem.

Turn your gaze to Mr. Borolda, who is right next door.

You noticed my gaze, and then he changes his expression.

Hmm? You've never seen such a look.

Should I call it a face like you're up to something...... something.

"No, no, because it's bad to get in the way of your work. I just wanted to see you look good."

"Really? Thank you for taking the time"

Count Faltria walks out of the building, smiling and also speaking to the members around him.

Lord Foronda turns his foot out so that he can follow after it.

Lord Foronda, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.

"What?

"It's a little hard to say here, so I'd like you to make some time."

Mr. Borolda, bow your head.

Lord Foronda showed me a glimpse of thinking about something for a moment, but promised to show his face to the guild later.

When I couldn't see the two of them completely, I got more tired.

It was the first time I was in front of a nobleman and my heart kept pounding.

Besides, one is an enemy of the organization.

The gentle look and tender smile scared me from the middle of nowhere.

If they talked to me a little longer, I might have trembled.

The deputy commander has instructed Mr. Margajra to gather the team members because he will investigate Zao again.

After all, it looks like we haven't found a hidden room yet.

... is different.

The fact that you are giving instructions to Margajra in question….

Could it be a camouflage?

Maybe they found a hidden room!

Ms Margajra immediately went to summon two members and with the deputy commander went to the cave.

Dropping off that hindsight, there was the voice of the Captain giving instructions to the two members who had guided the Counts and those who had guided us so far to return.

The only ones near the entrance are Mr Commander, Mr Borolda, Mr Seiserc, Mr Ratlua and myself.

The captain looks at me for a moment and looks a little creative.

Tilt your neck.

"Captain, Ivy's fine"

"I know that. I don't think so."

"Oh, you usually do"

"What?

"Ivy is probably anticipating what the head of the regiment has been up to now and the consequences as well"

"What?"

Oh, when someone with a scary face has a slightly missing look, he makes an interesting face.

Even so, why would the captain be so surprised?

If you think about it in an orderly fashion, you're likely to know the answer.

"I can imagine what Ivy's thinking, but I'm not thinking about a normal nine."

Twist your neck on Mr. Ratlua's words.

Wouldn't you?

That's normal, even though I'm a normal 9, too.

"You don't even look 9 years old."

Mr. Seiselk disparaged me!