Adventurer’s Guild

Without saying a word, the two of them arrived at the Bluestone City Adventurer's Guild entrance.

John turned around and looked at Parr, still immersed in grief and resentment. He helplessly reached out and patted his head.

"Hey, come back to your senses. Isn't it just a little girl who bathed you? You little brat, you have issues! Others want that kind of experience, but none managed to get it! You should be happy!"

"Hmph!"

Parr's pure and innocent looks expressed that he did not want to talk to John anymore. He snorted lightly and turned his head away. Then, he realized that he had unknowingly left the quiet and deserted street, and they had arrived at a rather lively street.

It was late at night, and shops still had their doors open. They sold weapons, leather armor, miscellaneous goods, and clothes. There was also a small tavern. Its main door was open, and the inside was brightly lit. All kinds of people were drinking and chatting inside. They would howl from time to time, and the waiters in revealing clothes would carry a tray and bring them drinks. Occasionally, the people inside would curse at the drunkards who took advantage of the beautiful waiters. It was very lively.

"What is this place?"

It was the first time that Parr had seen such a lively scene. He could not help but think of his previous life.

Before Parr could think further, John pointed at the lively tavern and said, "This is the most vibrant place in Bluestone City. There are adventurers and drunkards all around. The surrounding shops are all for adventurers. The two-story building behind us is the Bluestone City Adventurer's Guild.

As he spoke, John turned around and pointed to a two-story building with faint lights and voices coming from the crack of the door.

"The Adventurer's Guild?"

Parr withdrew his gaze from the lively scene in the small tavern and turned around to look at the Bluestone City Adventurer's Guild. He had long heard of its great name, but this was the first time he had seen it!

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Creak.

John directly went forward and pushed it open without knocking on the door. When he walked in, he paused his footsteps and reminded in a weak voice, "Little boy, don't talk too much later."

"Okay."

Parr nodded indiscernibly. The feeling of being watched appeared again. He was sure that John had also noticed it, and he already had a way to deal with it.

The two of them walked into the Adventurer's Guild. Parr saw a glowing crystal hanging on the four walls, illuminating the hall to perfection. He secretly called it a light bulb from another world, and then his gaze shifted. He looked at other places.

As Parr looked around the hall, he saw a row of counters facing the door, a few wooden stools in front, a staircase to the right, a small door to the left, and a few tables. There were people with special weapons sleeping on the tables. Their belongings were placed at their feet as if they were not afraid of being stolen.

A sound came from behind the counter. The sleepy staff were chatting with each other to avoid falling asleep. Seeing John and Parr walk in, the staff were shocked. After confirming that the man dressed like a beggar was an adventurer through John's weapon, a female staff member yawned and sat behind the counter. She tidied up her appearance a little and asked softly with a smile, "Can I help you?"

This scene reminded Parr of the front desk receptionists in his previous life. Then, he saw John casually take out a piece of white paper that seemed to be emitting a faint light and slap it on the counter.

"I want my money!"

John simply howled. His loud voice directly woke up the other adventurers who were sleeping soundly on the table in the hall. The angry adventurers all turned their murderous gazes toward John, some of them even held their weapons, but when they thought about where they were, they reluctantly put down their weapon. 

One of the iron rules of the continent was no fighting, no killing, and no stealing within the Adventurer's Guild. Those who violated this rule would be chased to the ends of the earth by the guild that spanned all over the continent. They would not rest until the violators were dead.

Many people did not trust others. Therefore, they would always come to sleep at the Adventurer's Guild because they felt very safe and at ease over here.

John's howl rudely shocked the adventurers who were sleeping soundly. However, they could not fight here. What could they do?

There was indeed a method to resolve this! Having a verbal confrontation was not a fight! Therefore, most of the adventurers had rude mouths.

"You!"

A sharp-tongued adventurer raised his hand and pointed at John. Just as he was about to say something, he swallowed his words. John was holding up a badge with a pattern of sword and shield for everyone to see!

The badge was bronze in color, round in shape. The sword and shield pattern took up a large portion, while three silver shining pentagrams occupied the remaining small portion.

All adventurers recognized this badge. The Adventurer's Guild 3-star Adventurer Badge symbolized high Bronze-level strength. The person who had this badge could completely crush others who were not even Bronze-level Knights.

Therefore, all the other adventurers went silent. They could not fight here, but John could be waiting for them at the door. No matter how sharp their tongues were, they could never harm a person stronger than them. This world was a world where the strong were respected. Verbal arguments only existed among hypocritical nobles. When it comes to adventurers, the strongest would be king.

"Hmph!"

John pinned the three-star adventurer badge on his chest with a proud snort. Then, he turned to the female staff whose eyes were beginning to shine and shouted, "I want my money. This is the reward certificate from the Church. I've been lucky. On the way here from Viscount Mist territory, I met three cultists of the Death Cult. They were worth a lot of money, enough for me to have two meals."

The extremely arrogant words coming out of John's mouth did not seem out of place at all. He looked like a madman.

'His acting ability is amazing!'

Parr praised. He knew that John was not such a person, so why did John do this?

"Sir Knight, here is your reward. Please guard it well."

After a short while, the female staff confirmed the authenticity of the Church's reward certificate. She walked back with nine Wind Wolf gold coins and respectfully handed them to John. Then, she raised her delicate face and looked directly into John's eyes. The smile on her face became even brighter.

"Sir Knight, do you have any other needs? I can satisfy you."

It was obvious! The experienced John immediately understood the meaning of this female staff member. Then, he sized her up. She looked pretty good! So, he nodded slightly and handed her one Wind Wolf gold coin.

"See you in the tavern later."

"Thank you, sir."

The staff members of the Adventurer Guild were all locals. The pay was okay, but some people always wanted more, so they targeted generous adventurers, especially men like John, who had obviously just gone through a long journey. Adventurers who were physically and mentally exhausted were bound to be lustful. Hence the beautiful staff were more than willing to provide special services.

…

After collecting the bounty, John didn't leave immediately. Instead, he picked up Parr, who had been rolling his eyes behind him, and directly put him on the counter.

"Register this boy."

"Ah?"

The female staff member was stunned. She had been working here for so long, but this was the first time she had received such a request. How old was this child? Seven or eight years old? That was not an old enough age to register for an Adventurer's identity. 

Thinking of this, the female staff member asked tentatively, "Sir, how old is this child?"

"Ten years old, just enough to register."

John immediately replied. The Adventurers Association had an age limit for registering adventurers. Ten years old was the minimum age.

"Okay, please follow me."

Nodding, the female staff member took out a white paper and wrote something. Then, she walked out of the counter and led Parr to a small door on the left side.

Creak.

She pushed the door open and entered. There was a dark corridor inside and several rooms on both sides. The staff led Parr into the right side, which was the innermost room.

The room was not big. There was only a recliner, and a sleeping white-haired old man lay on it.

"President, wake up. Someone is here to register."

The staff carefully nudged the white-haired old man. From her words, this old man was actually the Bluestone City Adventurer's Guild President.

"Oh?"

The old man opened his eyes and then turned to look at Parr's only outsider in the room.

"A little boy? Is he old enough?"

"President, earlier..."

The staff member briefly explained Parr's situation. She didn't believe that Parr was ten years old, but she couldn't refuse because of John's rank. She could only bring Parr to meet the President.

 "Okay, I understand. I'll handle it. You can go back to your duties!"

The old man stood up. He was surprisingly tall, at least two meters in height. He wore a dark blue silk robe with silver patterns. After waving the staff member away, he walked to Parr and looked down at him.

Parr also raised his head and looked at the old man without showing weakness. In the end, the old man smiled.

"Hahaha, interesting kid."

The old man squatted down, stretched out his thick palm, and said amiably, "Come, boy, give me your hand. I'll test you."

Parr was stunned, and then he stretched out his hand in confusion. Just as he put his hand against the old man's, a magical scene happened.

An illusory magic circle appeared in the old man's hand. It rose up and slowly rotated to wrap around Parr's wrist.