Living as an Unemployed in Another World

11 – 1. Mule’s Footsteps (11)

11.

I doubted my ears. So, the adventurers who came back alive from the dungeon suffered amnesia as a group? Besides, some are not coming back?

“Do you know what that means?”

I asked back as if it was absurd. Simply put, it is correct to think that all adventurers who do not return from the dungeon are dead, but it is a completely different story for adventurers who return alive to lose their memories.

Complete loss of memory is more like a disease that is classified as an advanced disease among magic sequelae. You need a skilled priest or wizard to fix it. It’s not something that can be dismissed simply as that. Even if you get better, you don’t know what kind of aftereffects will occur. There’s no way a mere monster could do such a thing, so in the end, is it the power of an artifact? But why are artifacts dormant in mines? No, more than that.

“If that is true, the guild should step in and stop it right away. Why are you still?”

“… ….”

Frederick did not answer right away. He’s probably choosing what to say. I looked at the shape and let out a sigh.

“No way, taking everything into account?”

“There is a reason for that.”

I looked at him with slight contempt. All of a sudden, I realize that this man sitting in front of me is in the position of head of a group.

As long as the dungeon containing unprecedented treasures called artifacts appeared in the East Side, no, Louver Mansion, a large number of outside talents are coming in, such as visiting this guild from other territories as well as within the territory and changing their affiliation. . For the guild, it is a good opportunity to secure financial resources and increase performance. It must be that there is no reason to strike a candle first and make them turn away.

“Anyway, the returning adventurers didn’t spread rumors? They say they lose their memories after going to the dungeon.”

“I said that I lost my memory, but that doesn’t mean that I will become an idiot. Jin.”

“Then?”

“To be precise, it means that I have no memory from entering the dungeon to escaping it. I gathered the victims and investigated separately, but there was no income. Memories still haven’t returned.”

I frowned again. So, even if the adventurers who failed to clear the dungeon suffered from such aftereffects, they didn’t think it was a particularly serious penalty. It doesn’t come out crippled anywhere. It’s a really crazy idea.

In the first place, if there is a treasure there, even if the dragon is asleep, it is the adventurers who risk their lives to crawl in. As much as that, their lives are never expensive. Rather, the equipment and potions they carry are more valuable.

“Still, you know what will happen later and you mass-produce victims like this? In the first place, did you finish investigating what the artifact was and whether it was true that there was an artifact?”

“… ….”

“Why are you so nervous? Have you found any weaknesses?”

When I asked, Frederick let out a deep sigh and glanced at Emily. She was very nervous in the middle of a serious conversation, and as soon as she received that look, she opened her door and ran outside. As soon as the door closed, he murmured softly.

“From here on, it’s my own talk. Just listen.”

“What are you talking about?”

Frederick looked at me with a face covered in deep dark circles. And he opened his mouth.

“Your lord wants it. That artifact.”

“…… Really?”

There is only one person in this city who can be called a lord. I am talking about Count Francis, von, Louver, who reigns like a king in the periphery. No matter how much the adventurer’s guild is an autonomous organization, it will not be free from the influence of the nobility as long as it follows the laws of the kingdom in the end. Especially if it’s an order from the Marquis. I’ve never met him, but he’s a dignified middle-aged man.

“It’s a situation where countless adventurers try dungeons and fail day by day. As you said, victims are popping up all the time. I know I can’t leave it like this. But what can I do, since I have been instructed to retrieve the artifact, I have no choice but to wait until the adventurers who have succeeded in capturing the artifact come out and then secretly buy the artifact from them…….”

As a joke, people often compare the value of an artifact to a castle. And the ones who can actually buy that castle are the nobles. Especially for the count who reigns like a king in this periphery, the price of a castle is the amount he can actually pay. Of course, I don’t think the adventurer will be charged the full price for it. You can just take it by force and press it with power. It’s a vicious idea, but rather, this possibility is higher.

Anyway, the reason why the guild can’t control the dungeon is understandable. If there is pressure from the lord, what can they do? But the question is still not resolved.

“That’s it, are you going to leave it like this? There are also adventurers who never returned. Artifacts aren’t easy, and of course there must be strong monsters. Are you leaving me to die like this?”

“…… I heard that the lord will call a separate adventurer’s party in the capital soon. It is difficult to seal the dungeon until they arrive.”

“I am.”

I don’t know how the lord sees through the identity of the artifact and covets it so much, but it’s a thrilling story. To have to watch as adventurers go to die for the sake of just one person’s desire.

“Anyway, this is all I can tell you. What I know is no different. Is the business over?”

“…… If.”

“Hmm?”

“My name is Gerald, the guy who uses a bastard sword. Is he also on the list?”

I have experienced countless adventurers going to dungeons on fictitious days and not being able to return. When I looked at the items left in the empty room where the owner had disappeared, emotions I couldn’t even understand would sink in my heart.

“A party of 4 consisting of Hilda, Zenith, a thief, a wizard, and a monk. Are you on the missing persons list you mentioned?”

I didn’t even know what kind of expression I was making. I just followed Frederick’s eyebrows narrowing with my eyes.

In the first place, I have narrow relationships with people, and I have very few people I can call friends. So, I hope that no one will take away those who are few in number. At one point I was staring at him.

Tell me. Answer me No. I don’t know. …… To deny

“…… It would be better to go out and hear the story yourself.”

“What?”

“Get out now. Apparently I’ve done enough.”

Bewildered, Frederick pointed at the door that Emily had closed and left without a word. I had no choice but to leave the office with a bewildered expression.

A bustling guild lobby. It’s full of people like this, so who do you want to hear the story directly from? As I was standing in the back blankly, Emily suddenly came up to me and asked insinuatingly.

“Huh? Mr. Jin! Hey, Mr. Gerald. Are you two friends?”

I listened to her and turned her head in the direction she pointed. Suddenly, I heard voices very familiar to my ears.

──Gerald, are you really going to stay here? I heard there’s not a lot of business there these days. Shouldn’t we go too?

──Who wants to sit down at all? Let’s taste the seasonal fish until the dungeon closes. Could it be that we’ll easily perish if we don’t go? And, this is a secret, with one of the maids working there sooner or later… ….

A very familiar, familiar voice. Emily asked cautiously, examining her complexion.

“Uh, can I call you here?”

“…… No.”

There was no need for that. I declined his favor, walked around the desk, and walked towards them. I didn’t even know what face I was making. Maybe he was laughing a little?

“Huh? Wait, who’s coming?”

“Huh? …… Ah.”

Gerald and Hilda recognized me and their faces turned pale. Before long, Janice and Mr. Monk also turned their heads. He muttered things like “Why are you here” And tried hard to make excuses he didn’t ask for.

“Oh, that, it’s been a while. Jin.”

“… ….”

“Well, it’s been a while since I came back from the dungeon. Since I was in the city, I thought I would do some sightseeing. I don’t like how Hilda or Janice are so neat.”

“When will I!”

Hilda jumped up and down in my eyes, and I felt something jump in her chest. Whether he knew my mood or not, Gerald kept making fun of me.

“No, we know that your inn business is not working. But, there is a reason for all this. Besides, I haven’t given up on dungeons yet…….”

“Jin! Don’t believe him! Just to peek at the breasts of the employees——ugh!”

I laughed out loud as I watched Gerald block Hilda’s mouth. Okay. I guess so. Then you are

Finally, to prevent his shin from being broken by the bastard sword, he raised his foot high and kicked Gerald’s butt. Wow!

Oops! Gerald’s scream resounded in the guild lobby. It was a pleasant sound that made me realize that he was alive today.