Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a

Good evening.

Talking to the Massetts at the Black Cat Pavilion, another adventurer arrived.

It's a foursome.

That. You're adventurers I've seen.

Who is it?

"I've come to thank you today"

"Uh, you're the one who made the forecast, right?"

"Forgot? These are the class D adventurers who were predicted to fail all class D requests."

"Oh, I remember!

I've been forecasting adventurers lately, so I don't know, but those are the people who banished party members.

It's supposed to be the leader we're talking about right now.

There were certainly three of us then, but four today.

And that is.

"This is Ron. I'm coming back."

"Thank you for this time"

"You scored 52 thank you points. Thank you for 782 points until your next Rank Up."

Whoa, we got tons of thank-you points in here.

Pretty good, I guess.

Speaking of which, the forecaster got popular and predicted a lot of people, but you barely got a thank you point in there.

Looks like this thank-you point is more than dozens of people predicted.

After all, being polite in forecasting is the trick to be appreciated.

"This guy is. I was a gladiator, not an adventurer. Ever since I left the party."

"'Cause you don't want to go to any other party. There's only so much solo I can do. That's why I don't want to work without a sword."

"After all, he was a gladiator and became quite famous."

A gladiator is the job of showing a sword fight in a show. Fighting between gladiators and between gladiators and demons has become a popular show among the city's people.

But I don't think it's a big deal if it's a D-level adventurer level.

"Can a gladiator be famous even in the D class?

"Oh, in my case, I was a villain. They do flashy performances and they end up doing it."

"You mean losing is your job?

"Yeah. But it just doesn't mean we should lose. Leave your opponent behind with a nasty attack and lose the reverse at the end. It's hard around here."

I have a job like that. You didn't know.

"But gladiators only work about once a week, so I'm free on other days. Now that we're back at the party, we're gonna make double work."

"I told you to stop working like that. But he seems to like the villain gladiator, and he keeps going for the time being. Of course, we're going to work together as adventurers."

"If you're a gladiator, do you know Mr. Kensho Alphonse?

From the side, Cecil came out of his mouth.

Amazing momentum.

"Do we know each other or are we enemies? I'll fight next week. I plan on losing it magnificently."

"Wow. It's too nice to fight Mr. Alphonse."

Hi, Alphonse sounds like a popular gladiator.

Unbeaten so far, it seems to be the most popular.

"But isn't a gladiator game more or less determined to win or lose?

Looks like we're gonna win next week's game. Until now, I think so.

"It's okay, that's not true. Because Mr. Alphonse is handsome."

I don't know, but that seems to be the case.

"That's right. Why don't Jute join the game, too?

Cecil looks like she "came up with a good thing".

"No, I can't. I've never used a sword."

"No, I'm not. Forecast. I want you to beat that hateful chicken forecaster to Cotempan in the game."

"What does that mean?

Ron, the villain gladiator, has been interested in asking questions.

With his face that Cecil hates him, he talks about the Inch Forecaster.

"Sounds interesting, that. Is this a forecaster game?"

Ron and Cecil are having a weird buzz.

Two forecasters make a forecast and make some teams fight.

But when the forecast has something to do with the outcome, you think it's just a boring game?

The two of us come up with an idea, and, uh, they're not doing it, either.

"Well, I'm going to try to find someone who's going to host me on that line."

"Please."

Something seems to be going on, ignoring me.

"No, I can't believe we're forecasting where everyone's looking like that. I'm not gonna make it up."

"That's not true, I'm sure. Even in front of a lot of people, can you predict it properly?

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"You'll be able to do it without a problem."

"See, that's what the forecast says."

"Not really. He says I'm ashamed."

"Well, when it comes to actually playing games, it's not going to be that easy because there are so many people involved. I wish I could, just wait."

"Good luck, Ron"

I hear Cecil likes gladiator games and goes to watch them for a long time.

So when I thought I might get involved in the game, I started rambling.

But if you think about it, it can't be that good, can it?

Well, I can't say no if Ron wants to talk to someone who's opening a game about that.

Even I've been imitated by a forecaster and come to mind by that old man in the informant.

"Well, good luck with that"

"Okay."

After all, Ron seems happy.

Maybe that's all right.

"Well. So did Mr. Cecil and the others, didn't Ron and the others, come to hear this week's forecast?

"" It was!

I was consulted on this week's request for one half minute silver coin.

Each one of us has only one plan to convince.

This day ended with just two pairs of forecasts: C and D adventurers.

Only two silver coins were sold by the forecaster.