Expected Result and Preperations
I ended up eating five plates of food, and by the end, I was stuffed, sad, but also simultaneously happy since my stomach wasn't trying to eat itself.
"You're still as hungry as ever," Arthur muttered as he sat down at the opposite end of the table and watched all of us pat our bloated stomachs.
"*sigh*... Okay, can you give us advice on how to start being mercenaries? Also, who would we be mercenaries for? It's not like we can even leave the city. Every exit has been cut off," I asked, and Arthur just smiled at me.
What's up with him?
"You've never asked me for so much advice like this? I feel kind of proud, like a father," He smirked arrogantly, and his low cackle made me clench my jaw.
"Can you just answer my question? I have other things to do as well besides becoming a mercenary or whatever,"
"It's pretty simple. Just go online and put up a request,"
"That's it? Nothing else besides that?"