Thomas wasn't convinced, though, and he even suggested. "I know. I'll treat you to als tomorrow."
I think that he wasn't going to let this go until he made it up to . So it was best that I would calm his mind first.
"Its fine, Thomas. I have gil with , so I won't be getting any hungry anyti soon." I just hope that he wouldn't ask how much.
". . . You sure?" Thomas asked on the verge of crying.
"Yes. Trust . I'm not that stupid to deplete all my CR without a backup plan."
Though I was an idiot to forget about the price of that boar, and attracted all this unwanted attention.
What a great first day in here. Mind the sarcasm.
This was not my idea of being an invisible player during my stay here.
Co to think of it, most of the players here were eating vegetables and roots. The portion wasn't big, but it was enough to sate their hunger.
Based on the players' grimaced and skewed lips, I would say that the food wasn't that tasty or that they were sick of the sa al every day. Or probably both.
So I could probably understand were the curiosity, hatred, and envy coming from.
And when our Roasted Boar at was delivered to our table, I felt like all eyes were on us. Haven't they seen at before? Or more like they haven't tasted it ever since they ca here.
I didn't know what was worse. Finding that the 500 CR Boar at was only a platter small or that I wouldn't be able to enjoy the al because of all the stares directed my way.
"W-why are they looking at us like we have killed their pets or sothing?" asked Thomas with a ek voice.
"It's because you ordered at that only a few could afford." a jolly voice beckoned.
We looked over and saw a guy with glasses. He had gold hair, lanky but short height, and his two front teeth buckled out from his lips. Freckles adored his pale face, and a quilt revolved around his fingers.
"The na's Jorge, and I'm a self-proclaid journalist," he said and sat at our table.
I wonder if it was a thing in here to just sit at another's table even without being invited. It seed to happen to often in just a single day.
"You guys are newbies? This is the first ti that I have seen you here. Did you just enroll here?" he asked imdiately while his eyes were on the food on our table, never settling in one place.
Thomas and I looked at each other first before Thomas said, "Yeah. How about you mister?"
Thomas was probably conversing with him out of politeness.
"Newbies, I see." Jorge wrote in his notebook with glee while picking a piece of at and throwing it to his mouth. "? I already arrived a year here, so I know much about this place."
"You're going to pay for that, right?" I said, looking at the at he was about to eat again.
I was nice, yes. But I didn't want to be taken advantage of anymore. I wasn't stingy, but if I let them push around, the others might get the wrong idea and start to think that I was a pushover.
And that's where the bullying would start.
Killing him in front of these many people was never an option.
". . ." Could we just stop with all these murderous solutions.
"You sure?" Jorge wasn't offended one bit. The thickness of his skin was on a whole new level that not even blunt words could pierce him.
"Since you're newbies here, you might want to know about the players here. Players that you should lick boots and rubbed shoulders with and players that you should avoid so your one week stay here is peaceful or at least . . . less painful," he said, full of aning accompanied by wiggling of his brows.
"So you're like a . . ." Thomas thought for a mont. ". . . an . . . an information broker?"
"Of a sort." Jorge shrugged. "I'm not good in combat, neither with my brains, and no town or kingdom is willing to take in, so this guy had to be resourceful and use his special skills to survive here."
I didn't know if being a gossiper was sothing to be proud of, but I had to admit that it was indeed a skill. I knew because my gossiping neighbors was faster than a bullet about rumors. They were there whenever sothing happened even when they were sick.
But if it was ti for the monthly rent, they disappeared without a trace, and not even their shadows were seen.
And their greatest skill was creating amazing stories. They love to talk about a topic that didn't and won't even happen.
"I see that you're skeptical about what I do," Jorge told us, licking the sauce from his lips.
"Haha. Not really," I answered dryly. I actually am, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Alright, if you're not convinced, then here's a little sothing to you as my paynt for those two slices of at." Jorge leaned a little, and his voice turned lower as he spoke.
"Do you know that girl over there?" Jorge pointed at a distance, and that was only when I noticed that Amara was there!
She was only a few tables from ours. Maybe I was too busy looking at the floor that I didn't notice her. She was together with a group of won and n, and their table was so full of food that they occupied four long tables.
"That's Amara Goldstein. The current popular player in this school. Do you know why she is so popular?"
Thomas gave a aningful stare and teased, "Because she's beautiful?"
"More than that!" Jorge exclaid. "She's a White Mage and a newbie, but her INT is already in the seventy. What's more, she had a special spell on her that she only had. She's one of those BUG players."
( . . . continuation on NOTES)
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