Big G, Coffee Machine and Goblin

Chapter 30 Adventurers Guild

The group passed through Harvest Square, where statues of gods stood, and arrived at the Adventurers' Guild located in the southeast of the city.

Unlike the elegant and magnificent Alchemist Guild, the Adventurers' Guild has a much more ordinary appearance. It is just a two-story brick and concrete building with whitewashed exterior walls, and from a distance, it does not look much different from an inn or tavern.

However, this is one of the most bustling places in the city.

Similar to the job market Ma Li remembers, it brought together all sorts of clients who brought a wide variety of job opportunities.

From guarding the kingdom and saving the world to finding a cat in the city or retrieving a wedding ring from a gutter, all kinds of jobs can be found on the guild's task wall.

The adventurers waiting to find work are like job seekers. They are numerous, with different professional skills and work experience, and gather in front of the quest wall looking for opportunities to make money.

Typically, commissions that offer high rewards but are not too dangerous are torn down as soon as they are posted. The next best option is commissions that offer high rewards but also involve certain risks.

After all, they've become adventurers, and their work is inherently dangerous. Faced with the opportunity to get rich overnight, many people will still choose to take a gamble. As for whether they will return with a full load or be carried back lying down, that remains to be seen.

After that come some low-paying but moderately dangerous quests. No matter the profession, the number of people working at the bottom is always the largest, and adventurers are no exception. Many novice and low-level adventurers need simple quests to practice and maintain a basic standard of living.

Even during the busy farming season, large nearby estates would hire adventurers to help harvest wheat. Many of them had been farmers before becoming adventurers, so this was a return to their old profession.

Of course, this only applies to low-level adventurers who really can't find work; most adventurers would rather fight monsters or bandits.

Charles walked into the guild hall, curiously looking around. His gaze fell on a group of well-equipped adventurers, and he revealed a hint of envy.

However, she didn't forget her business and quickly shifted her gaze back to the counter.

There were quite a few people here, and the half-elf girl waited in line outside the counter for quite a while before it was her turn.

A halfling greeted her.

He stood on an empty barrel, making sure his upper body was above the oak counter, so that everyone who came here could see his crisp vest and infectious smile.

The thoughtful half-human figures will even adjust their posture according to the height of the guests, so that they are neither too tall nor too short.

"Good afternoon, I'm Percy, a senior receptionist from the Adventurers' Guild. It's a pleasure to serve you. What a wonderful day, my pointy-eared friend! It seems you're ready to embark on a fantastic adventure with your companions!"

“Uh…no, I’m not here to register as an adventurer.” Shardon paused, then added, “At least not now.”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I apologize, but your attire makes you look like a seasoned adventurer."

"really?"

“You can ask other people in the guild; the decent Percy never lies,” the halfling said seriously.

The half-elf girl was secretly delighted and coughed lightly. "Actually, I am a hunter and a militiaman, but my father was an adventurer. He used to... later he settled in Whitewood Village."

“Oh, that’s a pretty good end for an adventurer, I’m not kidding,” the halfling said, glancing around. “Most guys in this line of work end up losing their heads; not many die peacefully.”

"Ah, he also passed away three years ago."

"Please accept my condolences. But compared to dying in the wilderness, dying in a warm bed is a kind of happiness, isn't it?"

The halfling was clearly a good listener and conversationalist; no wonder he was a senior receptionist. "So you're here to post a request? What kind of request is it?"

"type?"

"Is this your first time here? No problem, just tell me what you want to do with the adventurers, and I'll take care of the rest for you."

"Oh, a goblin tribe has appeared near our village. I need to find someone to get rid of those nasty guys as soon as possible."

"A raiding mission, and an urgent one at that." The halfling snapped his fingers. "Could you tell me approximately how many goblins are in that goblin tribe?"

"Uh, let me think. Last time I sneaked into their lair, I saw at least forty or fifty goblins."

"That's a medium-sized tribe. You actually ventured deep into it. You're truly brave. Are there any other monsters nearby?"

"There probably aren't any more, anyway, I haven't encountered any," the half-elf girl thought for a moment and said.

"Finally, where is the location of the commission?" Percy took out a hand-drawn map and spread it out on the counter.

However, Ciel couldn't find Whitewood Village on it, but she still pointed out its approximate location.

The halfling muttered, "The guild's map is older than my grandfather, but it doesn't matter. We'll know where Whitewood Village is from now on. Great, looks like we've got a dessert-level raid quest."

What is dessert-grade?

"Ha, that's a nickname popular among adventurers. According to the guild's classification, it's a two-star danger level quest."

The halfling paused. "How much are you planning to pay? I need to remind you that a paper fee of twenty copper coins must be paid to the guild before posting the commission. You'd better deduct that amount from your payment."

Charles glanced at his purse and tentatively asked, "How about four silver shields?"

The halfling's expression became quite interesting in the next instant, but he still managed to force a smile and then said to the half-elf girl.

"Do you trust my professional skills? This is my fifteenth year in the guild. I strongly suggest you raise the reward to at least sixty silver shields to avoid the embarrassing situation of no one accepting the commission for a long time."

"Do you need that many?" Charles asked hesitantly. "But I only have seven silver shields in total."

The halfling expressed sympathy, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Perhaps you could post a commission first. It's not uncommon for noble knights to choose to live in anonymity and become adventurers in order to hone their martial arts skills. They don't care about the reward when choosing a commission; they just want to gain practical experience and improve their strength."

"Anyway, you still have one more chance to adjust your compensation for free, but let me make it clear first, the 20 copper kroner handling fee will not be refunded."

"Is that so? Then please post the request for me first."

“No problem.” Percy accepted the twenty copper coins for the paperwork, then took out a blank papyrus sheet, quickly wrote a quest request with a quill pen soaked in ink, and handed it to the half-elf girl.

"You can check it once. If there are no problems, you can press your handprint. In addition, the reward of seven silver shields also needs to be paid in advance and temporarily entrusted to the guild for safekeeping. It will be paid to the adventurer after the mission is completed."

"If you are illiterate, you can ask the owner of the inn next door or the scribe of the temple for a few copper krones to help you check. They will be happy to do so."

(End of this chapter)