As Zeliel approached, he heard the anger Roderick was clearly struggling to suppress beneath his calm voice.
"Dorothy... you can't go over the same form dozens of times just because you made one mistake this afternoon."
"How are you going to finish the rest of your work at this pace?"
"I have to make sure I don't make a single mistake!"
Dorothy refused to budge.
After checking the quest reward report once, she moved on to checking the types and quantities of the other items.
"I don't mind being a little slow... I can work overtime to finish it!"
"The Adventurers' Association doesn't pay overtime," Roderick said with a sigh.
"That's okay."
Dorothy's eyes shone. "I don't need overtime pay!"
Roderick's eye twitched.
You might not need it, but I do! I'm nowhere near as enthusiastic about work as you are!
He was starting to regret volunteering to show Dorothy the ropes.
Her father's so smart. How did his daughter inherit none of that?
"Good evening."
Zeliel walked in with a smile. "Are you busy? Should I go to another counter?"
"Ah... Mr. Zeliel!"
Dorothy looked up. Her eyes lit up when she saw Zeliel, and she broke into a delighted smile.
"You're back!"
"Oh, you remember my name?" Zeliel sounded surprised.
Judging by how Dorothy had been working earlier, Zeliel had thought she might be forgetful.
"Of course I do!"
Dorothy nodded emphatically and named the party members one by one.
"Mr. Zeliel, Mr. Gray, Mr. Marcus, Mr. Vales, and... Miss Hill!"
"And I remember... oh, right! You went to Redleaf Rift! You planned to be gone for two days, and your target was the Molten-Armor Earth Lizard."
"Impressive."
Zeliel smiled. "You've improved a lot at your job since a few days ago."
"Hehe."
Dorothy gave him a goofy