The Warm-Hearted Lord Sherlock

"I understand your issues. Don't worry, the fearless warriors who don't require money are on their way. I guarantee that your problems will be solved within a hundred and eighty years."

"One hundred and eighty years is the upper limit. Normally, it wouldn't be like this as we are professionals with high efficiency."

"What? Contract? Ah, you aren't providing remuneration, so I'm treating it like a good deed for publicity. Because of that, we can't sign a contract."

"What? You have clay products? And a lot of young labor that can help us earn money? Aiya, that's not good. If you work without salary and the Union discovers it, they will say I'm exploiting workers. How can a superior Devil like me do such a thing?"

After a cordial and effective communication session, Sherlock escorted the poor Orcs that were requesting help out of the Guest Hall.

"Ai, I said that without Magic Stones, nobody would be willing to help."