I remember the gatekeeper saying he was well-known on the outside.
"So you are famous."
Hm? Oh, ......, well, okay. Let's just go to the counter. The purchase is over there."
He said he was well-known, but he seemed embarrassed when he was being encouraged, which made me think that he was very Awen-like in this short relationship.
"Welcome. Are you sure you want to buy?"
"Yes. Yes, please."
The lady over the counter ...... was no aunt.
It is an illusion that the receptionist is beautiful.
According to the instructions, all I had to do was line them up on the counter. .......
"But you, the material is not so big that you can put it in your bag. ......
"Excuse me. It's a bit much. Can I put it in that space?
"What? Huh. ......"
The lady at the reception desk gave me permission, albeit tentatively, with a dubious look on her face.
I'll show you.
I took the first piece of material ...... out of the leather bag, or rather, a flared lizard that I had just bled, and rolled it on the space by the counter.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"Flare Lizard is a B-rated demon, isn't it!"
The guild was in an uproar because the demon seemed to be better than expected.