The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 76

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟔: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝

Led by Leif, or rather, guided by Leif who seems to have been to this city before, we came to the adventurer’s guild.

Our immediate goal is to gather information here, or to observe the progress of the situation.

In line with this, I want to have some influence in case of emergencies.

Specifically, I want to have enough influence so that it won’t feel strange if I follow along with the upcoming war.

If I do so, I might even be able to enjoy the battlefield.

With that in mind, I intend to seriously engage in adventurer activities for a while.

Of course, I plan to maneuver behind the scenes.

To start, I’ll have the zombie-sensei escorted tonight, and head to the capital of this country by carriage.

There’s no loss in being able to teleport there.

I also need to prepare a carriage horse.

After that, I’ll probably dispatch the zombie-sensei to neighboring villages and towns, based on the map I bought earlier.

While I was thinking about such things, the Automata arrived at a building very similar to the adventurer’s guild in the city of Bordeaux.

“We have arrived, master. This is the adventurer’s guild of this city.”

“Uh-huh.”

The building in front of me was much larger than the adventurer’s guild in the city of Bordeaux.

I guess this is what you’d expect from a thriving city.

It was different from Bordeaux, which had a somewhat rural feel to it.

I stepped into such an adventurer’s guild with Automata.

Immediately, I was met with the gazes of rough-looking men.

I had nothing but unpleasant memories of adventurers, and just now, my opinion of them dropped even lower.

I’ll kill you, seriously.

“Master, this way.”

While swearing to kill them all when the time comes, I follow Leif to the bulletin board where the request forms are posted.

The work of an adventurer, basically, seems to be taking the request forms posted on this bulletin board to the reception desk to be accepted.

It’s pretty much the same as the adventurer’s guild that appears in light novels.

Easy to understand.

I think that’s the only good point.

So, I examine the requests posted on the bulletin board.

These requests also have ranks from F to S, just like adventurer ranks, and adventurers can only take on requests below their own rank.

This is another system that’s common in light novels.

Well, if you entrust dangerous requests to someone without skills, they’ll just die, so I guess it’s a reasonable system.

My goal is to gather information by blending into the adventurer’s guild, so I don’t really care about the request.

I casually rip off a C-ranked request from the bulletin board.

It’s a request to exterminate a group of orc demons, a kind of pig monster.

This looks easy enough, and it should add to my DP and experience points a bit.

By the way, I plan to use a C-ranked adventurer card here to stay under the radar, so I have no intention of instantly taking on a difficult request and drawing attention to myself like a template protagonist.

And then, when I was about to bring the request form to the reception desk, an incident occurred.

“Oh, ladies. It might be better if you didn’t take on that request with just the two of you?”

A long-haired, somewhat flashy man started talking to us, flicking his hair back.

Naturally, I ignored him.

I ignore him and walk to the reception desk.

“Hey, wait. Can’t you at least listen to me?”

When I lined up at the reception desk, the flashy guy followed me.

He’s like a pickup artist, and he’s really annoying.

If it weren’t for the public eye and my objective, I would kill him immediately.

But causing a fuss just as I’m about to blend in isn’t a good strategy.

But I find it repugnant to talk to guys like him.

So, there’s only one option left.

Automata lightly tapped Leif’s shoulder.

“I leave it to you.”

“Eh?!”

I passed the buck to Leif.

I’m counting on you, all-purpose pet.

I’m counting on you.

“Erm, why do you think we should drop this request?”

“Why, it’s simple. You girls, you’re at most C-rank, right? 

As you know, the request rank is supposed to be taken on by a party. 

Just the two of you taking that request is reckless.”

I know that.

I heard it from Leif.

That’s why I know it’s not as reckless as you say.

Just because you say C-rank, the difficulty of the request, and the ability of the adventurers can vary.

A newly promoted C-rank from D-rank and a C-rank about to be promoted to B-rank are totally different.

And there are those who have more power than their rank suggests.

That’s why we can’t just decide that taking this request is reckless.

Even so, the reason why this flashy guy deliberately called out to us.

It’s obviously a pick-up.

No need to engage.

“So, with me, a reliable B-rank adventurer, together. . .”

“Next, please.”

“Yes.”

“Hey! Listen to me!”

We moved forward as we were called by the receptionist in the middle of the conversation.

But then, he made an unforgivable move.

He reached out to Automata’s shoulder and tried to stop her by force!

Even if she is a remotely controlled puppet, touching “me” without permission is worth a thousand deaths!

Of course, I immediately crushed and twisted the hand he reached out.

“Argh?! It hurts?!”

“Don’t touch me casually, you wretch.”

I’ll break it right here.

His status is at most the same as or slightly less than a middle-aged zombie when it was alive.

He can’t win against Automata with twice that status.

It would be good if he broke his bones and urinated in an unsightly manner.

“Master! No more!”

At that point, I heard Leif’s voice and regained a bit of my composure.

Looking around with Automata’s eyes, the adventurers were looking at us with curious eyes.

. . .Did I overdo it?

If I break it here and now, I might be deemed dangerous.

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I let go of the flashy guy’s hand.

“If you’ve learned your lesson, don’t ever talk to me again.”

“Damn. . .! You bitch! Remember this!”

A third-rate guy.

Leaving such a comeback, the flashy guy left.

Seriously.

Getting messed with by a bad adventurer at the Adventurers’ Guild, what kind of template main character is this?

Sigh. . .

Anyway, I messed up from the start.

I don’t regret it, but I am aware of my mistake.

I’m worried about the future.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh, yes!”

🔹aw𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖 ― 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘n 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 “𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜🔹

With such a gloomy mood, Automata and Leif headed towards the reception counter again.


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  1. Burn the guild using your lightning power. But well… The automata didn’t have MP right..? Hahhh… What a pain…

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