After walking for about thirty minutes, passing by countless wooden buildings... we have reached an area in the outer district where stone buildings replace wooden ones.
Right now, my eyes are wide open— staring at the rcenary guild building. "Whoa." I exclaim, my voice low, but tinged with excitent that I barely contain.
Jennette lets out her signature chuckle beside as she watches .
The building is large— it’s like a towered fortress made of stones. And there are heads of slain beasts hung on its outer walls.
Shit, they all sll rotten.
"Co on in. You won’t beco a rcenary by standing there and admiring the building." Jennette says as she walks in, past the wide courtyard, and toward the front entrance.
Yeah, she’s right.
I told Jennette that I didn’t want the both of us to go together. If we’re together, what would be the use of my mask?
They’ll know. I an, she showed up in the city with a seven-year-old child who looks like he’s sixteen or so. And now, she’s with a masked individual that coincidentally has the sa na as that kid ’Ed’ and the sa body stature, trying to beco a rcenary?
But this woman is so stubborn... She refused to let go alone, and she keeps insisting that she must assist , even if she has to do it from afar.
I let out a resigned sigh, "Well, no problem."
In the wide courtyard, there are dozens of warriors milled about. So are sharpening blades, so laughing, and discussing, while the others keep glaring at like I’m a major world threat.
I’m sure if I stick around long enough, soone would approach to murder right here. I’ll keep moving.
My pace quickens imdiately, and I reach the front entrance where Jennette had already passed through.
It’s a large wooden door. Probably about eight feet tall.
The door creaks gently as I push it open slowly and walk inside.
It’s a wide hall filled with various people that I assu are rcenaries. The number of people here should easily surpass four hundred.
It slls like sweat, Ugh, is this what I’m gonna be suffering?
The hall is bright— there are bright candlelights hung on the stone ceiling with a chandelier-like structure.
The place is noisy, and the voices of people never dwindles as they keep chatting here and there.
I wonder if they’re used to it or they’re just ignoring it— the sll of this place. It slls like sweat mixed with body odor, and I’m pretty sure that so of these people have mouth odors too.
This is why I hate the fact that there’s no perfu in this world. Most people don’t even care about buying scented herbs to use as deodorant.
My eyes flicker— and scan the area where there are about a hundred people, standing near a particular area where a board is hung on the wall. And they’re viewing this board.
And the rest of the people here, they’re either walking left and right— in and out, or just sitting down on wooden chairs.
"But where’s Jennette? She just ca in." I ask as I turn my glance left and right, in a bid to locate the position of Jennette, but I can’t.
She ditched or what? Oh, I did say she shouldn’t follow , but this isn’t what I ant.
A soft sigh slips out.
"Whatever," I mutter to myself and I gently head toward the direction of a wooden counter where I see a young woman standing— she should be the receptionist or sothing.
The glares of the rcenaries pierce through my skull from all angles.
Haha. It’s to be expected though, seeing a masked kid walk into a rcenary guild like he owns the place.
At the wooden counter where the receptionist is seated, I’m about to speak when—
"Are you lost kid?" A deep and hoarse masculine voice filled with pseudo-masked spite rings out.
Ah, here we go.
I turn my neck back to gaze at the ’responsible adult’ who’s concerned about a kid who walked into rcenary territory.
Just behind , a towering figure stands— staring down at with disdain deeply ingrained in his eyes, but a fake wide smile is stretching on his lips.
Pfft, he’s trying so hard to make his smile look genuine.
He’s burly— has a large and heavy sword hanging on the sheath at his back. His arms are crossed. His hair is brown, and long, cascading over his back, and— like all the non-mages I’ve seen in this guild today; there are two revolving elentless ping pong balls, revolving around him like the moon.
Oh, I’m just gonna ignore him.
After assessing him— I’ve figured he’s so kind of brute tank that fights with a great sword.
He probably relies on strength instead of speed, and judging by his size— it looks like it’ll be hard— no matter how fast he is, for him to keep up with if I decide to run.
So, if things escalate; I can run away without being caught.
Solid plan. I can’t defeat soone with a mana system that I don’t know about yet. That would just be plain madness.
I turn my neck back to face the receptionist— ignoring him.
"Good day, Miss. Do you know how I can sign up to beco—"
A heavy palm falls on my shoulder.
"Hey, kid. Didn’t you hear ask you a question? Or are you ignoring ?"
What’s this now?
A soft sigh leaves my nose, and I turn back to lock eyes with him.
And I throw his hands off my shoulder aggressively. "Don’t touch again." I declare coldly, my voice layered with hostility.
I’m crazy. This guy.. I think he can kill .. those balls or orbs or cores or whatever are around him, does it not make him equivalent to a second circle mage? No. It doesn’t matter. I won’t lose. Not now, not after all those training with Klaus. At the very least, I’m confident in running away.
He rests his palm back on my shoulder, and tightens his grip.
His fake smile shatters imdiately as he let out a deep sigh.
"Haa, even a kid... Look kid, today’s been a bad day for kid. I barely got a decent commission, and I’ve got kids at ho to feed. A couple of bronze coins won’t solve that. Now I’d give you two choices; you either walk out of this building quietly, or I use you as a punching bag, and emotional relief, and also destroy that little black mask of yours."
His words are... Stupid.
I do admit that a kid walking up to a workplace where adults are gathered is bad, but... threatening ?
A smirk plays on my lips, and my grin grows wider and wider.
He’s talking about stress? Do you have Eldritch horrors appearing in your dreams while manipulating your wife?
I place my hand on his— tightening my grip, and showcasing my strength. His face contort, brows furrowing as he grimaces.
Have you been reincarnated into a world you know nothing about, and your only way back is to beco sothing nigh impossible?
The jeers of the people, and so loud Snickers are ambient and faded, but they still flood into my ears. My eyes and focus is completely on him.
The receptionist behind even whistles in entertainnt.
I coat my grip with fire— my heart pumping aggressively with a burning anger that I don’t even know the cause of.
But one thing is certain, I’m about to snap at a man that can probably flatten with his sword. But to hell with that.
"Do you know the feeling of death?"
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