The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Wait! Let's exchange contracts before then. Sounds like an important story."

If that's the case, Mr. Garritt stopped me.

Seems like I want to get my contract ahead of me, but I'm concerned about this last condition.

"The last condition is that if we want to, we'll do everything we can to help. You don't have to turn it off."

Mr. Fische tells me while I give him the pen.

Then I guess it's okay to sign a contract.

You had a worrying look on your face, and your father stroked my head with a pong.

"Ivy, it's okay"

"Okay."

Check the contract again from the top.

Again, apart from the last condition, there is a line of documents that are no different than usual.

Is this also a determined form?

Write your name on the two documents in doubt.

One will be managed by Mr. Garritt and the others by your father and I.

"Now you're relieved. Or it's weird that we're more nervous on the listening side."

Mr. Fische sees us with a slightly frightened look, but I have trouble being told that.

"So, what's hidden in Ivy?

There's something else to talk about, so we should talk about it briefly, right?

"You talk briefly. I'm on it as a meritorious man for destroying an organization of human trafficking involving nobility in the town of Otrewa. Get to know the meritorious and aristocrats in that relationship. He's still friends with me."

"" "Huh?

Oh, Mr. Ginal is back.

Was it that surprising?

Well, would you be surprised if a meritorious man who was devastated that organization had a child like me?

"That was a brilliant, futile explanation."

Your father impressed me for some reason.

No, if I tell you the truth, this fits, doesn't it?

I'll try to remember...... yeah, I'm fine.

"Are you the one who crushed that organization that was spreading to the royalty? Could it be the lord of Foronda?

"Yes, Lord Foronda."

Oh, I guess I should have given it to you.

That's what Mr. Ratlua and the others called you before you met Lord Foronda, and because you were the village chief when it came to nobility in me, it seemed like you had something to think about, and you unconsciously abandoned it.

In the beginning, I didn't realize anything about it.

He didn't pay attention around me either... No, I'm sorry.

When the problem of criminal organization was cleared up and I realized about it and I panicked to say it again, Lord Foronda looked so sad and said, "Did you hate me?" or "I miss you like the distance is open," so I put it back.

Besides, now that I think about it, you don't know if the village chief was noble.

Is it noble because it's the greatest in that village? I just thought so.

"Do you know that one? Wow."

Mr. Ginal's eyes are a little sparkly.

I don't know, a gaze I think I saw somewhere.

"Ivy, could you help me if I were you? We'll figure out how to get in touch."

"Then I don't think that's a problem. Because Ivy and Lord Foronda are friends who interact with each other in" Fluffy. "Most of the other meritorious people involved still interact."

"Really?"

Mr. Fische looks surprised.

Is that so unusual?

They all send me a fax easily though.

"Puffy ~"

"" "" "Ah!

I forgot.

Mr. Ginal hurries to see how Mr. Nargas is doing.

It looks the same as it did earlier.

"Sora, is Mr. Nargas okay?

"Puffy ~"

"Oh well. Good day, thank you."

"Puffy ~"

If Sora says she's okay, she'll wake up.

Sounds like a deep wound to me, though.

It took longer than Ciel or your father did.

"Huh."

The room quiets back to Mr. Nargas's voice.

As I watched how it was, I could see my eyelids opening up snugly.

but I quickly lost sight of it.

Mr. Ginal hugged Mr. Nargas.

"What? What... that?

After being confused, Mr. Nargas noticed Mr. Ginal and turned into an angry look, but soon a bewildered look.

Slightly from Mr. Ginal, I can hear him crying.

Mr. Nargas doesn't seem to know what to do.

"Nargas, you were obsolete for magic. Remember?"

"Magic Formation? Abandoned?"

To Mr. Garritt's words, Mr. Nargas, who shakes his neck beside him.

"Do you know what's going on with this village now?

Show Mr. Fische a little thought in his question.

And after a stiff look, he looked pale.

"Oh, I know. Pretty dangerous situation. How come I didn't do anything?

"That's because it was embedded in the surgery. The feeling of crisis is contained."

When Mr. Nargas tried to get up with Mr. Ginal on his back, Mr. Ginal gave him a quick hand.

He gave a slightly bewildered look, but Mr. Nargas got up with Mr. Ginal's hand.

"Are you all right? Anywhere you feel weird?

Mr. Ginal stares at Mr. Nargas's face.

Mr. Nargas, who gave a puzzled look, managed to shake his neck to the side.

"Looks fine. Well, thank you."

"No. I'm glad you're okay. Ivy, thank you so much."

Mr. Ginal bows his head deeply.

"Mr. Ginal, I received your thank you, so please raise your face. I've had enough."

Mr. Ginal's eyes, which raised his face to my words, are a little red.

I notice it when I see it.

I've always been anxious.

Even if you believed in us, your anxiety wouldn't go away.

Nevertheless, Mr. Ginal hid his emotions too much.

See how it goes today, who would think you're anxious.

Maybe Mr. Garritt and the others knew.

"Mr. Nargas, can you sit in the chair? I'll tell you what was going on."

With that said, do you remember when I was embedded in the surgery?

"Yes. Uh, you guys... Oh, no. You were Mr. Druid and your daughter, Mr. Ivy. I remember."

Do you have memories, even if you have been invaded by the art long enough to be an abolitionist?

"Nargas, answer honestly. That's good."

"Yes."

Mr Garrit sits in the front of Mr Nargas and begins his question.

"Do you see for yourself that it was embedded in the art by the magic team?

"No, I'm not sure. I just remember feeling uncomfortable all the time."

"How far do you remember seeing the magic formation?

".................. no"

"Right. How long have you felt uncomfortable?"

"... about a year and a half ago, I think. Sure, I felt Gilmouth went crazy somehow..."

You mean Mr. Gilmouth has been embedded in surgery for a year and a half?

"What do you know about the captain?

"Captain? Sure, Gilmouth went crazy, so talk to the Captain. I heard you fell ill after a while."

Are you sure you're sick?

It's all suspicious when this happens.

"Well, there's something I'd like to ask you, too."

Kind of doesn't Mr. Nargas have a rounded personality?

Could the surgery have changed your personality a little bit?

Or look at Mr. Ginal's tears?

Mm-hmm. I hope we can make up like this.

"I hear that long periods of time that are embedded in surgery by magic formations, you lose yourself. Earlier, I was abandoned. How did you get it back?

"Oh, that's"

"Wait!

Mr. Garritt stopped me again!

"Nargas, what we're talking about from here is top secret. And we need to get a contract. What do we do?"

"Contract. Of course we'll trade any contract. I'm the benefactor of my life. Whatever you want."

No, no, what?

"I'll do whatever you want," what the hell does that mean?

Am I the only one who feels a little scared to think about it?

"Why are the documents already available!

"I have prepared my son's share and that of my son's companions. I prepared it for a short time in the morning, so it became a stereotype."

I knew I had a mould!

"I mean, why are you carrying paper from the contract?

"Oh, I need it at work."

"It is. It's tough."

I mean, if you don't tie it up with a contract while you're at work, something bad happens, right?

Mr. Ginal's work is hard after all.

"Yes, I wrote"

Ah, Mr. Nargas wrote his name.

I wonder how many contracts you will write your name on before this problem is solved.