My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

It was a little early in the evening that I returned to the Wang capital.

The red bear fur and meat that the two of us brought home were transported to the warehouse that the Adventurer Alliance was using to dismantle and redeem the large beast.

There are fewer people than the guild, so I also decide to go inside and just unload and leave.

It takes a while to redeem, so Lyla should bring it to my inn later.

He said, "If it doesn't help, let it be this much".

He doesn't want to make a unilateral debt as an adventurer. I honestly wish, so I left it to you.

Lyla and I broke up at the warehouse, and then we put our faces on the hunting guild. "I want you to report it if you can when you hunt the big guy," so I'll report it.

"I see. He said he had the strength to hunt red bears."

Still an idle little hunting gilt, an unmotivated receptionist says so unmotivated,

"My adventurer, not me, did his best. I was a cop."

That's what I gave back immediately. It's true that Lyla did her best, and it's not a lie that I played the part of a cop.

Lyla also says, "If you ask me, let me do that," so I can match my mouth.

I'm not an adventurer.

I don't have a name to sell.

Besides...

"Thanks for the report. Because it will be bought as information for ecological distribution. It's a coin reward."

Really get paid about change, after the hunting guild.

- Besides, that receptionist doesn't seem like he's the only one.

If I looked consciously, the word "3" appeared over her head.

Even though he has eyes that are sloppy and unwilling to follow his cheek cane, and he's roughly on guard and doing nothing.

Yet "glasses" show that I will never be the one to win.

Yes, just the numbers would mean she's stronger than Rolobell.

I thought it was thin "full of gaps but something's different" but she's the hell...... no, okay.

Whoever she is, I'm not willing to go into the situation around here.

I just don't want her to know much about me. Because I feel like if they decide it's "usable," they're going to make me do a lot of things.

I want to go home to the village of Albato without getting to know each other deeply, if possible.

... From the moment I think about it, I have a bad feeling about it. Let's hope I don't get a hunch.

The day after the Red Bear hunt.

I didn't go hunting, I took a tour of the King's Capital in the morning. There's a place I haven't seen yet.

Some of the money came in pretty well, but most importantly, to avoid any more "glasses hunters" becoming famous.

I had never been more willing to stand out, but I tried to be more cautious in my actions and decided not to go out on the hunting grounds.

On an order from the castle, I cannot leave the King's Capital until I have twenty "glasses" ready.

Plus there's my sister, Horn, who hasn't returned yet.

You can't stand out evil more than you can leave anyway.

"- Oh, Mr. Glasses. You're here again? Josephy, let's go, let's go.

Joseph's shop, which specializes in bows and flying gear, still has no customers.

Joseph, the old man with the thick makeup, is just scraping trees and making arrows that look boring.

Well, I made a face and it made me look so happy.

"I'd like to rent a practice area."

There are only a few things that can be done discreetly.

In the meantime, I decided to do some sightseeing and bow training.

"Fine. Oh, keep shooting. Then you can also shoot out the eagle heart. Oh, actually, I've already been shot, haven't I? Oh, my God."

Muscle Mukimuki's middle-aged man Joseph - the dark old man with makeup who has forced me to call him by his nickname "Josephine and Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew." is basically twisted when talking to me.

There's really a lot of people in the city, right?

I don't know how to handle it, so I decided not to care. If I care, I don't think I'll be able to come again.

However, Joseph is alley, but the makeup is intense, but the product he is handling is of fine quality.

Especially since I got a special look at this store's best bow, but that one is amazing.

I still don't know a lot about the type of bow yet, but I still found out at a glance that it wasn't all right.

It's a beautiful white bow made of a different material than white wood.

Anything, a bow made of dragonbone, you think it has a special magical effect?

At the price, they say it's expensive enough to see if I can make money in my life. You didn't tell me the details, but maybe it's more expensive than I imagined.

"Honey, I don't think you're such a disciple of that murky, painful vector. Wow. I want to eat it."

It should be noted that Joseph knew his master because of his relationship with dealing with bows on both sides. We don't seem to get along very well though.

However, with the thick makeup. Now I'm sure of my arms and knowledge of bows.

I didn't tell you about my master. Joseph looked at the bow and saw it was made by his master.

I don't know, but they say the bow has something like a maker's habit.

Maybe if you touch a lot more bows, you'll understand.

- It should be noted that Joseph's number is "41", even though it is so twisted.

That means this old man is pretty strong, too.

In the case of plain vegetables, I would have an advantageous number of "accidental strikes," so I don't think the strikes themselves will succeed unless they are 90.

And I think if unintentional hitting fails, we'll lose for sure.

I don't think the average person around here is wrong in that judgment because most of the 90 cars are.

"Oh, money's fine! It's all right! Just going to dinner with you for a little while. I don't mind the price at all, I'd rather give you a penny. Ooh! You're an adult now, aren't you? I'll take you where you can drink. Whoa!" I pay Joseph, who is dark in makeup, not to resolutely borrow it, and go to the practice area behind him.

For some reason, Joseph also comes with me.

As usual.

I want you to go back to the store. I don't want you to put on makeup.

In an elongated space on the road, a target kakashi stands on the other side.

I can practice here until mid-range.

The tree arrows are now flying the way you want, so we're practicing with iron arrows from today on.

It simply weighs more than wood, so the track drops quickly. If we're going for a long shot, we need to aim up a little bit. I just have to remember this area physically.

Whatever the animal, the demon can't go through the damage properly unless it's from an iron arrow.

As a hunter, I want to be sure that I can guess the medium range.

"Young kids these days, they don't use bows. Thanks to you, the store is lonely."

I think the reason I miss the store is because of the problem of thick makeup before not using the bow.

Blurring beside him, Joseph continues his training without worrying. As usual.