The Man Picked up by the Gods

Next day

Eight men and women had been gathered in the Adventurers Guild conference room since morning.

"Whoa, WellAnna, you guys are here for the party too"

"Jeff, were you here too... what do you think they called you today?

"I don't know, the others, too. Rank, age, race, nothing in common. I was just talking because I didn't know what the criteria were. Don't you have any idea? It's just you guys, huh? They're calling me at a party."

"Even Atai doesn't know. If Atai and the others have something in common about the party, it means they're all beasts. But that doesn't matter, does it?

"Well. I'm a man, I'm a human being. Two other humans, Dwarf and Dragoneworth. You have nothing to do with race or gender."

and there comes another beastly woman into the room.

"Good morning ~ su. Nha? Wellian. Nha, Miseria, and Syria were they calling too?

"Meeya, did they call you too?

"Well, they told me to come here today at the reception yesterday evening when I got home from work. I didn't think three of them were coming."

"Atai too...... hmm? You smell a lot better, don't you? You finally moved out of that garbage mansion?

"That house, I kept moving and I didn't ask you again and again"

"Is the limit of patience here?

"No, I still live in that house. Even at the Amnya house, I paid for it and bought it. It's a waste of time living there."

"Then why is the smell fading?

"As a matter of fact, I had a kid yesterday who asked me to clean the house I put out on the guild a long time ago. That kid cleaned it up pretty good."

"Clean the hell out of that stench? Nice cleaning, huh?

"Atashi was surprised then, too. He cleaned up that basement in less than two hours and even blocked the hole in the wall. They magically cleaned it, and it was all shiny in the room."

"That's amazing, what kind of guy?

"Looks like he was a newbie. Maybe under the age of 13, carrying a big cage knitted with trees and crawl."

A man called Jeff reacts to that characteristic.

"Am I? A big cage under 13? Is it possible that he's a rheumatism?

"That's right! I did call him that."

"What, you know what?

"My old man called me home from work yesterday, and he looked like he didn't know what to call me, so I taught him to bake his old man crazy. You were such a polite talking kid, that guy."

"He was definitely a polite kid."

There was one more person coming into the room there. It's a dragon horse. Look at that. Meeya screams.

"Excuse me. Ko......"

"Ah! That's her!

"Mr. Meyer? Mia and Jeff were there, too."

"Whoa, that's the first time you've done that yesterday. Did they call you too? I was just talking about you."

"Mine?

A woman who was called WellAnna here leaves in front of a dragon horse.

"Nice to meet you. You're the rheumatism, aren't you? Atai is WellAnna of the Dog Nation. I've known Meyer for a long time, and she's a former party member. I was surprised to hear you cleaned Mia's house. You used to clean that house, didn't you?

"I'm glad I bought a house, but the wall broke down and you're just as miserable as you've seen, aren't you? The smell is tight on the nosy Beast Clan, and I've recommended moving many times, but you don't have to listen to Meya...... Ah, I'm Miseria the Tiger Clan. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Syria, a rabbit. Best regards,"

"I'm Lyoma Takebayashi. Nice to meet you."

"These three are members of a party where Atashi used to be. The smell of that house started to stain my body, and I knew it was tight, especially for Wellian the Dog People, but I really got given up on the house and I got out of the party. I've caused a lot of other trouble."

"Meerya is stubborn sometimes..."

"I don't care what anyone says, don't ask me to live there more than I bought..."

"Really, I used to live in a place like that for five years."

"Five years over there, that was... that was tough"

The dragon horse looked indescribable. That's where Jeff asks the dragon horse.

"By the way, that cage you're carrying, you had it yesterday, didn't you? What's in there?

"There's my obedience in here. I'm a magician for once."

"Heh, I'm a submissive magician. What do you keep?

"It's a few different slimes. I'm still an apprentice. Slime has slow feet, so it's really quicker to put it in a cage and run on your back when you're in a hurry. It's not good to scare the people in the city."

I see.

Here comes the Alliance Master into the room.

"Oh, looks like we're all here. Sit down, please."

Everyone takes their seats with those words.

"Now, I'm going to explain to you why I called you guys today... but before I do, I need you to pledge not to divulge the information you got on this occasion to the outside world. Get out of the conference room if you say you can't make a pledge. I'll tell you what, if I hear what you're about to say, it doesn't mean I have to take the job. If you don't divulge your story here to the outside world, you can listen to it and then say no. There's no punishment."

When I heard that, everyone nodded without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll tell you what... First of all, I chose you guys. The first one is that you have some trust and you have a hard mouth. Second, you possess disease resistance skills. You have it, don't you?

"Disease tolerance skills? I do have one. The old man will know, but I'm a former slum resident. If you live there, anyone can take 1 or 2 of your disease tolerance. I'm five, though."

"Atai and the others suffered a plague once upon a time in the city they went to ask for it."

"Fortunately, the plague was a light thing, so we all made it home alive, and we got skills."

"They were all level three, weren't they?

"Atashi is up to 4. I hate to say it myself, but I lived in a garbage mansion."

Then a skilled adventurer-like Dwarf man deduces the content of the story, and a still young adventurer rushes out when he hears the man's words.

"Is disease tolerance a plague?

"Did it happen?!?

"Relax, Shale. We're talking about the plague, as Gordon predicted, but the plague hasn't spread yet"

"Did one or two people get sick yet?

"No, we just stumbled upon a place where the plague spreads. The discoverer of the place is there, Lyoma, and the patient can't be found so far."

The words simultaneously directed everyone's gaze toward the dragon horse, but an explanation of the nature and circumstances of the scavenger slime was given by Wogan, the guild master, and the rationale for determining it to be a plague.

"... is why. With the disease resistance level of the scavenger slime rising from 5 to 7, it is expected that the plague, which cannot be completely countered even at level 6, is spreading to the city's common toilet suction tank.

It is my request to stop this plague before it spreads. It should be noted that if this fact is leaked, the city is expected to fall into havoc. Therefore, the activities are carried out in secret "

"Our job is to deal with the plague... is it to clean the extraction tank?

"No, I won't let you nine do the work. Lyoma is the only one who actually goes into the extraction tank and does the processing."

"Wait a minute! Are you gonna let one of those kids handle this? Whatever it is, it's impotent. Children are susceptible to illness and too dangerous."

"You can't clean all over the city by yourself."

"I thought about that too, but this is the best. First, the dragon horse has already used slime to clean one suction tank in one day yesterday.

And your nine disease tolerance levels are at best Jeff's 5. Risks are high in places where plagues that cannot be completely countered even by level 6 disease resistance are endemic.

Lyoma has a health level of 7 in that regard. Among these, Lyoma has the lowest risk of suffering from the plague, and has the skills of Life Enhancement Lv3, Super Resilience Lv3, and Endurance Enhancement Lv6. Lyoma is the most likely to survive the plague. "

Nine people who saw the dragon horse in amazement at the word, in which Syria asks Wogan.

"... I understand that he is the right man. But what are we supposed to do if we leave all the processing to him?

"While Lyoma is processing, take turns keeping an eye on the entrance, and make sure no one gets inside. The entrance will remain unlocked during work.

I called you sick and tolerant people in full swing. Then whoever can use the unattributed magic "appraisal" should make sure that Lyoma doesn't bring out the plague with the "appraisal" when he comes out after cleaning. "

"Need nine men on watch?

"... Lyoma says you can work day and night without sleeping for 2,3 days. Lyoma's“ health ”is a skill that combines disease, sleep, and poison tolerance. This has also been confirmed on the status board."

"The journey. So take turns, huh? Are you sure you're okay with doing this with Lyoma?

"No problem, because it was routine for me to work through it for the first time in a couple of days. It's easy for me to work of my own free will."

"Right."

"Well, if you're going to take a request, be careful if Lyoma isn't really pushing it.... then take the next 10 minutes. This request is, in a way, more life-threatening than a demon crusade. There will be no coercion and no punishment. Just think about it and decide if you want to take it."

That being said, Jeff spoke after each thought as Wogan and the dragon horse, whose participation was being decided, left the room.

"Ha... what are we gonna do?

The Dwarf adventurer, who was called Gordon, replied to the word.

"I'm in. This is where I was born and raised. I know a lot of people. You can't run away."

Following that, the adventurers of Dragoneworth also express their participation, and those who follow continue to leave.

"Let's also beg the awkward. The plague is a threat, I've never been able to prevent it before."

"It's not a plague in this city... it sure sucks, but that's why you're not going to just push that kid"

"Right, number one, our job is just to keep an eye on the outside. He'll do the most dangerous work on his own. You're not even going to run away here."

The time of 10 minutes before the decision seemed too long, and after Wargan and the Dragon Horse returned, everyone announced their participation. From there, the knowledge of the planet's plague, conveyed by the excuse that the dragon horse had learned from his grandmother, was conveyed by Wogan, and a squad of watchmen was quickly carried out.