You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Yar, he walked out of the Adventurers' Guild. The bleak autumn wind made him tighten his clothes.

Stepping on the red maple leaves covering the street, Lotte soon heard a lively sound.

[Three thousand gold coins]

The warm yellow light pierced the night sky and fell on the ground, forming a soft, slanted carpet.

Several burly men, each two meters tall, stood in the open space by the entrance. Lotte recognized one of them as the warrior Seger.

"Sigler," said his companion. "Sigler, stop fiddling with your tattered hat. Hurry up and go inside, I'm starving."

"Stop talking nonsense. What's wrong with me wearing a hat? Don't you know what a gentleman is?"

"You should wear a hat; you're balding. You're 40 years old, why are you still pretending to be a gentleman?"

Fuck you.

With the sound of wind chimes, the door was pushed open. Light, as if falling from heaven, shone on Stigler's face, making him appear much kinder.

He took off his hat, bent down, and greeted one of the people inside.

Good evening, Miss Chloris!

"Good evening, Mr. Sgel."

"What a lovely day! Our adventure team will try Bald's cooking today..."

Lotte was curious about what kind of person Chloris was, since even someone like Seger didn't swear anymore.

He walked to the door and pushed it open, only to be met with a cacophony of noise from inside.

The room was filled with adventurers, their faces flushed from drinking. They ate delicious food that cost a few silver coins while chatting about the interesting things that had happened to them recently.

Welcome!

Amidst the sweltering heat, a clear and steady voice came from the side.

Lotte turned to look at the counter beside him and spotted the famous Miss Chloris.

Her light golden hair was tied into an exquisite braid on the left side, while the other side hung naturally over her shoulder, partially obscuring her dark green earrings.

His amber eyes were calm yet incredibly clear, revealing the texture of honey under the afternoon sun.

Chloris wore a plain white shirt and a simple dark green butterfly headband, but just by her face and demeanor, guests would unconsciously lower their voices a few octaves when speaking to her.

“Are you Mr. Lott?” Chloris recognized Lott and tilted her head slightly, letting the soft light fall on her face. “Uncle Baldr mentioned you. Please come with me to the back.”

Lotte followed behind Chloris, watching her dignified steps, and thought she looked like a rich heiress.

She turned to look at Lotte, "I used to be a maid in a large family, not some rich heiress."

"Huh? Oh, oh."

Chlorie led Lott into the lounge, spread a tablecloth on the table, and then brought out a boneless steak from the kitchen and placed it in front of Lott.

“Mr. Lotte, please don’t be so polite. Uncle Bald seems to have caused you trouble. He’s busy right now, but he’ll come to see you when he’s done.”

"Okay. But before that..."

Lotte took a silver coin out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

Chloris frowned slightly. "Mr. Lott, you want to buy me?"

"Why would you have such an idea?" Lott couldn't help but frown. "Miss Yar said you know some information about mages, and I just want to use this money to exchange for that information."

"I see." Chloris put the silver coin into her pocket, a slight smile playing on her lips. "What would Mr. Lott want to ask?"

"How can one become a mage?"

"Give up."

"Ok?"

Chloris maintained her composed smile and repeated, "Mr. Lott, it would be better to give up. Becoming a warrior or a ranger would be more realistic. That's my answer."

Lotte held out her hand to Chloris. "Give me back my silver coins."

fraud!

“I’m sorry, this service is non-refundable.” Chloris stood up and poured two cups of black tea. “Mr. Lott values ​​a silver coin so much, but he can’t become a mage with that alone.”

Should I thank you?

Perhaps sensing Lott's distress, Chloris covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, saying, "Mr. Lott, there's a condition for becoming a mage, which is that you must master the [Meditation] skill. This skill is a basic skill, but it still costs about 3 gold coins to learn, and you also need a letter of introduction from the Mage's Guild."

"Three gold coins?!"

One gold coin is equal to 100 silver coins, which is roughly equivalent to the tongues of 200 Greyhounds.

Chloris leaned back in her chair, her two slender, fair legs crossed beneath her skirt. "I can help, but there will be a 50-silver-coin fee. Surely the mage won't mind such a small amount?"

hateful!

Lotte vented her anger on the steak, picking up a fork and stuffing it into her mouth.

good to eat!

The juicy meat melted in his mouth almost instantly, satisfying Lotte's most primal urges.

This was, in fact, the most luxurious meat Lotte had eaten in the past three months. Before that, all his money had been invested in his adventurer career, and he could only afford to eat bread every day, occasionally with a slice of salted meat and a pickle.

He asked between chewing teeth, "So, after I become a mage, where do I learn magic? Are there any magic academies or anything like that?"

"Of course. But they only accept children under 10 years old, and they also require a letter of introduction."

"So many requirements?"

Chloris nodded. "The reason why mages are so rare is that humans cannot create magic on their own; they can only learn it through magic scrolls. Currently, all magic was created by the Primal Elves, who used their infinite lifespan to draw complex magic formulas, something humans cannot do."

"Therefore, humans can only purchase magic scrolls from the Primal Elves, which makes training mages extremely expensive and inaccessible to the average person. Powerful magic is held by academies or large families and is never circulated among outsiders."

Lotte was a little annoyed, and even ate his steak more slowly.

I wonder if [Original Deduction] can solve this problem. If [Original Deduction] can be used to directly analyze magic, then there would be no need for magic scrolls, and magic could even be modified.

“Mr. Lotte, many passionate adventurers dream of becoming mages. But they die on their missions before they can acquire powerful magic. It’s good to have dreams, but only the living have the right to dream. Why don’t you choose to become a warrior? Uncle Bald says you also have a very powerful skill.”

Lott knew Chloris was right. Becoming a mage was almost exclusively a privilege reserved for the upper class, something a small-town adventurer like him could never hope to attain.

"Thanks for the reminder." Lott stopped thinking about it, finished his steak, leaned back in his chair and sighed comfortably. "Speaking of which, Miss Chloris knows a lot about the mage profession."

Chloris tucked a stray hair stuck to the corner of her mouth behind her ear with her little finger, shifting her gaze from Lotte's face: "I sat in on magic classes when I was at my master's house, so I know a little about it."

Lott casually asked, "Are there any families that are very skilled with swords? The most skilled ones?"

"If we're talking about swords..." Chloris thought for a moment, "the most powerful should be the Valgard family. They are responsible for protecting humanity from dragons, titans, and sirens, so they are very strong and hold a high position."

"Are there any orphans in this family? Or people who are ostracized and disliked?"

Lotte and Chloris weren't very familiar with each other, and if Isolde was some important person, asking her name directly would only cause trouble.

According to the usual tropes in novels, those with such a powerful talent as [world deduction] are usually orphans, right?

“An orphan?” Chloris raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never heard of that. Does Mr. Lott know anyone from the Valgard family?”

"Hmm, I've met their young lady a few times."

Chloris joked, "Then next time you meet, please ask Lord Lotte to put in a good word for me with them."

She took it as a joke from Lott and didn't take it to heart.

Is it possible for an unemployed adventurer in a small town to have met the renowned young lady of the Valgard family?

“Okay.” Lorte nodded, then held out his hand to Chloris: “Two silver coins.”

"Mr. Lott really knows how to do business."

The door to the lounge opened, and Baldr walked in with a smile. "Mr. Lotte, why is your face all red? Are you shy after seeing Chloris?"

"I simply admire Miss Chloris's extensive knowledge, nothing more."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Baldr, Lott got up to take his leave. After all, it was a busy time at the restaurant, and staying too long wouldn't be appropriate.

Bald watched Lot's departing figure, took a couple of puffs on his pipe, and said to Chloris, "How about the teammates Uncle chose for you? Mr. Lot is quite impressive; he managed to escape from Sophie and even challenged the Blackthorn King single-handedly."

“I won’t team up with him.” Chloris shook her head. “The look in his eyes clearly shows he wants to continue being a mage. That’s impossible.”

“A mage? That’s not something a human can learn.” Bald sighed. “I’ll try to team up with him and try to persuade him, otherwise his future will be wasted. I’ll also find out what kind of person he is.”

"Then our adventure..."

"Can we stop for a while? I'm really worried about you being alone."

"Humph."

Chloris gave a soft snort, her cheeks gradually puffing out. She turned to face the wall, attempting to command her shadow to attack it, thus venting her inner dissatisfaction.

"Uncle Baldr, don't get so caught up in your adventures with Mr. Lotte that you forget about me."

"How could that be? I'm choosing teammates for you, not for me. I'm too old for risky situations."

......

The maple leaves on the trees gradually fell, but they added countless shades of red to the streets.

As the autumn wind grew colder, a week passed.

Lotte, who had just returned from the forest, walked towards the inn while counting the coins in his pocket.