The Perfect Magical Foundation (1)
In the ever-bustling adventurer's guild, there was a new entertainment that the free adventurers had cooked up.
"Oi Longnose, what was your bet?"
"3 days. It's a "D-" Ranked quest this time. Surely he can't do it sooner."
"Hey hey, you're thinking with common sense. Looks like you did not learn from last time, that shit does not work on him! In the first place, he's not even supposed to be able to attempt these quests.
I say that he'll be back any moment now. I can just smell it."
As soon as he said that, a black-clothed boy with a velvet cloak walked in carrying a sack. On his side, a well-made sword hung, its blade weathered with the signs of use.
Just as he walked in, a loud cheer rose up in the whole adventurer's hall. There were both cheers of joy and shouts of curses, some aimed at the boy, and some aimed at their party members.
"Longnose! I fucking told you! Now pay up that damn 50!"