The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Add back the tea and put it in front of each one.

I look softly at Mr. Ginal, and he sighs small.

Hi. You look depressed.

When I saw your father, he laughed bitterly.

I can't tell you anything. What am I supposed to do with this air?

"But does Ginal look perverse if he looks objective"

Mr. Garritt nods at Mr. Fische's words.

These two are Mr. Ginal's people, right?

What are you gonna do with stabbing a stop?

"You guys."

Mr. Ginal's voice is getting horribly low.

"No, because. Don't you?"

Mr. Fische, please don't look at me there.

Grab some tea and drink slowly.

Delicious, horrible, isn't it?

Yeah, let's stop looking forward now.

Enjoy your tea by just looking at it.

"Speaking of which, what were you talking about?

I look over at everyone while Mr. Garritt eats sweets.

With that said, what is it?

"Is that it?"

Mr. Fische is also tilting his neck.

Mr. Ginal, who was watching it, sighed loudly.

"I guess I was looking into why the Druid hasn't become the top adventurer,"

Yes, it was.

Until just now it was a space of great tension.

"Ah, that was the story. So, is it a skill issue?

Mr. Fische is light everywhere.

Feels like brightening the air?

No, you're not.

Looking at what I've been doing, I feel like I'm making it worse.

"I said I didn't become a top adventurer because of my skills."

"Well, if you sign up as an adventurer, your skills can be broken, right?

Your father nods at Mr. Garritt's words.

"But unless you're a top adventurer, you'll just have a local record."

"Oh, I see. If you're a top adventurer, you'll be reported to the villages, towns, and countries around you."

Mr. Ginal nods with a convincing look.

"Yeah, that's all I didn't like. Sometimes local Gilmouth was my friend, and I didn't have to be a top adventurer."

"I see. If I'd asked you from the beginning, you wouldn't have to be a pervert."

Mr. Ginal floats blue on Mr. Fische's words.

And I laugh, Mr. Fische.

Mr. Garritt is stunned by the exchange between the two.

"Eh."

Worried about whether I should stop, Mr. Garritt looks at me and shakes his neck sideways.

"You don't have to worry. These two are always like this"

"Really? I thought Mr. Ginal might be calmer. It's not what it looks like."

"... snatched and poisoned, vomited"

"What?"

Poison?

When I looked at Mr. Garritt strangely, he laughed bitterly.

Could there have been a problem with what I said?

Oh, the look and... Nicole laughed when I saw Mr. Ginal.

Let me give you back your grin.

The tea was getting cold.

Speaking of which, I'd like to ask you something.

Watch your father sit in front of you three.

Mr. Garritt signals his hand as he eats his last treat.

"Are you 'wind' investigators?

Investigators?

When I tilt my neck, Mr. Ginal and the others look at each other.

"How did you find out?

"I was going to learn more about the top adventurers, so it's kind of different from the other top adventurers."

The top adventurers I know are Mr. Ratlua, but is it a different vibe?

I don't get it.

"Druid. You're getting over that kind of training ground. I don't think you'd normally notice."

Mr. Ginal leans between his eyebrows and looks at his father.

A training ground?

When I saw your father, he had a foul look on his face.

Having had a throwing way of life, your father does seem to be going through a lot of training ground.

"Well, back in the day. So?"

"Oh, right. We're investigating the top adventurers."

Investigation of top adventurers?

Mr. Ginal told me when I leaned my neck.

Be respected by people just because you are a top adventurer.

But not everyone deserves it.

Some people do bad things in the position of top adventurers.

Looking into them seems to be Mr. Ginal's job.

It was roughly explained, but does that mean I'm going to check out the crowd?

Pretty tough job, huh?

"Are you glad they found out?

Mr. Ginal scratches the back of his neck at your father's words.

Apparently, it's a secret thing.

"I won't tell anyone. Hey, Dad."

"Ah."

"Still, you're doing a tough job"

It seems so hard to find out who the people are.

"Really? It's fun finding people's coarseness, isn't it?

Mr. Ginal and Mr. Fische nodding at Mr. Garritt's words.

Is that it?

Not just Mr. Ginal, but Mr. Garritt has a good personality, too?

Could it all be, a black stomach?

When I looked at your father, he nodded slowly.

I see, 'wind' is scary.

"Hmm? What's wrong?

Mr. Ginal asks strangely, but he shakes his neck to the side.

You can't guess the first impression.

With that said, you're all talking shattered at some point.

A vigilant father, too.

Are you good at bringing out your original personality?

Maybe that's why I'm an investigator.

Ivy's sharp.

Oh, I stopped snuggling.

And Mr. Ginal is sharp, too, isn't he?

I didn't say anything.

"How come, this time, that didn't show up?

"Normally, you can tell."

Mr. Garritt and Mr. Fische look at Mr. Ginal and tilt their necks.

"Was it because Ivy was cute? So you lost your judgment?

"I knew it when I did."

"Come on! There's about a failure."

Both Mr. Garritt and Mr. Fische messing with Mr. Ginal seem to enjoy themselves.

Mr. Ginal doesn't seem to be seriously angry either.

Kind of relaxed air.

Not at all like when I came to this room.

"So, what else?

When your father asks, Mr. Ginal and the others tilt their heads.

Is that it?

You did say you wanted to check and talk to me, didn't you?

I think the confirmation is about your father, so we'll talk later, right?

"Didn't you tell me you had a consultation?

"Ah! I was. I just wanted your opinion."

Opinion, not consultation, what is it?

Mr. Ginal, cough up and keep an eye on us.

"I've heard rumors about the village and the Gilmouths, and I have a few things to worry about. The Druids are likely to have experience and knowledge, so I'd like to count on your cooperation."

Your father looked at the three of them in turn and nodded several times.

"Okay. Collaborate as much as you can."

"Thanks. Uh, Ivy is"

"It's conditional on us listening together and Ivy joining us."

To your father's words, I think a little bit about it, Mr. Ginal.

Mr. Fische seems kind of complicated, too.

"Ivy is 9 years old, but she's been through a lot. So no problem."

Well, you've been through it.

Is it abundant at this age?

I'm not happy, though!

"" "Huh?

"Well, there's a lot going on"

"Right."

Mr. Garritt nods if you felt anything in the atmosphere between your father and me.

It's just an indescribable look.

"Uh, for now, it's about rumors. It's rumors of the amount of trash in the dump and rumors of adventurers carrying bodies out in the middle of the night. What's bothering you so far?

Mr. Ginal looks at your father still.

I know rumors about the amount of trash, but an adventurer carrying a corpse?

"What we heard was haunted, not adventurers"

"Oh, right. And we've heard rumors about the amount of garbage."

Where did haunt become an adventurer?

The rumors I heard should have been spoken by someone who actually saw them.

So haunted is the opinion of the people who saw it, right?

Sure it was a black haunt?

"Did you know"

"We looked into the rumors, too."

"That's great."

Mr. Garritt and Mr. Fische give an impressive look.

With that said, what does haunting look like?

Black...... no.

Wearing white clothes, no legs... is that it?