Citizens, Charlie Wood and friends, you have done a wonderful job. In the palace, in the ceremonial room, a middle-aged man dressed like a newspaperman and his friends are receiving the Queen\'s personal words. The man and his companions, dressed as middle-aged newspaper reporters, are being addressed by Her Majesty the Queen. \"Ah, ha-ha-hi.\" Oh, hi. ・・・・・・ It is an honor beyond my capacity, Your Majesty. The only one of them, a middle-aged reporter (a bandit disguised as a reporter), answered with dignity. He does not seem intimidated in front of His Majesty the Beautiful, the aristocrats, the officials, and the city\'s prominent figures. They had taken a stand and fought a few days earlier in pursuit of a large-scale human trafficking ring, helping to expose the ring and free the children. They were so impressed that Her Majesty the Queen personally praised them for their efforts. She said, \"I will let you keep the reward money, but if there is anything else you want, let me know. Apart from the praise and the prize money, would she also give them some kind of reward? The thieves were at a loss for words. The thieves were at a loss for words, but the man said, \"・・・・・・, I would like your permission to set up a small place of worship downtown, if you please.\" Charlie Wood, an elderly bandit, made his request. \"Well, is it true what they say about the birth of a new apostle of the God of Fortune?\" The queen murmured in admiration. Faith is a matter of the individual\'s heart. Very well. I will personally donate the funds to build a place of worship. I have my own feelings about it. Charlie Wood looked up, noticing a slight change in the queen\'s tone. Oh, you must be Celie, ・・・・・・,\" she said. \"Good luck to the people of downtown, and keep the word of God right. Brother Wood.\" The newly born monk looks at the face with a mischievous grin befitting his age, With a rumor that Her Majesty the Queen once lived in the city, He remembered the poor mother and her daughter, whom he had cared for more than a decade ago, as a landman of the Thieves\' Guild. I was surprised to know that Wood was acquainted with Her Majesty. Good deeds are done, you know.\" The Thieves\' Guild Master, who was covering the story under the facade of the newspaper\'s editor-in-chief, chuckled. It was a smug, almost smug look. It is true that the guildmaster was looking out for the people of the downtown area and finding uses for the middle-aged bandits who had nothing to offer. The guild master was looking out for the people in the downtown area, and he found a use for a middle-aged bandit who had no talents. \"A young and pretty priestess and an old brother who chews both sweet and sour, they are a bad pair. Fortune is something you bring in through your own actions and then share it with others. No doubt about it. And we\'re going to get our share, too. ・・・・・・ \"Oh, of course I\'m not going to keep it all to myself. The guildmaster, whether he heard t