I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 116 First Solo Mission

Like the 7-Eleven convenience store in my previous life, the Adventurers' Guild is open 24 hours a day.

Firstly, it facilitates the issuance of emergency missions and allows for the rapid resolution of problems occurring in border forests.

Secondly, some mission teams would be returning to Ironweave Town at this time, and it wouldn't be right to leave them with monster carcasses overnight. The association should provide delivery services.

From this perspective, the association does have some human touch.

However, there are always fewer people in the association's lobby at midnight.

Although adventurers may die suddenly in various ways every day, they are usually not short of money while they are alive.

At one o'clock in the morning, all was quiet—

At this time, they would rather stay in a tavern to drown their sorrows, or embrace their beloved girl on a creaky wooden bed and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

Wilder pushed open the association's door and felt a sense of quiet in the hall for the first time.

There were only two or three drunk men under the notice board, who looked like they had just finished drinking and were just wandering around.

A four-man squad handed over their mission at the counter. The priest at the back was so tired that he collapsed onto the warrior in front of him, only to be rudely pushed away by the warrior.

This isn't fashionable among hormone-fueled adventurers.

The other tellers who had no business were either slumped over the counter or dozing off in their chairs.

Every dozen or so bricks on the brick wall, there is a groove, inside which a kerosene lamp has been lit at some point.

In addition, a bonfire hangs in the center of the hall, its overflowing light illuminating the roof and casting dappled, swaying shadows on the ground.

This scene reminded Wilder of the old midnight train station from his past life.

He walked around the hall. The task list on the bulletin board hadn't been updated yet; most of it had already been removed by adventurers during the day.

At this moment, it seems as if all is peaceful in the border forest.

There wasn't much to see on the first floor, so Wilder walked up the stairs in the corner, intending to take a peek at the second floor without much expectation.

Surprisingly, light was indeed shining through the crack in the door of the room at the end.

Wilder was taken aback.

Is Fina working this hard?

Still studying ancient texts at this hour?

Could it be that they're studying those ancient characters from the last monk's event, the one that said "let's have a good time"?

As he walked to the door, he raised his hand to knock when a powerful surge of magical energy suddenly emanated from the room, instantly spreading to his feet.

Wilder's eyes widened.

"This is----"

[Vigilance Technique]

"Bang!"

The wooden door seemed to be blown open by a strong gust of wind, instantly opening to its limit.

"Well----"

Wilder didn't move.

He neither drew his staff nor adopted any defensive stance.

His intuition told him that continuing to knock on the door was the best option at this moment.

"Who's outside?!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wilder breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Professor Hollen, it's me, Wilder. Sorry to bother you."

As he spoke, he looked inside and, sure enough, saw Hollen sitting in the chair by the window.

A kerosene lamp was lit in front of him, its light illuminating his slightly tired face.

Beside him, a face that was unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar, half hidden in darkness and half illuminated by the light.

"Wild?"

Hollen paused for a moment, his tone clearly more relaxed, but he still didn't let him in.

"Why did you come at this time?" he asked.

"Oh, I see."

Wilde replied calmly, "I practiced magic all night last night and didn't get up until evening. I couldn't sleep at night, so I went for a walk around the association."

"I happened to see some light on the second floor and wondered if it was you or Miss Fina, so I thought I'd come up and say hello."

He knew in his heart that Hollen and the other person in the room were definitely talking about something private.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to keep casting [Vigilance] continuously.

In situations like this, the more detailed the explanation of why you came here, the better, so that others will believe you didn't come specifically for this purpose.

and many more.

He wasn't eavesdropping in the first place!

Besides, he really didn't hear anything.

"I see."

Fortunately, Hollen did not suspect him.

He responded and then, as if explaining to the people inside, said, "This is a rather talented novice mage from town. He and I have some connection, so he's just saying hello."

The person in the shadows didn't speak, but nodded in the light.

"Kid! I have some things to take care of here."

Hollen said to Wilder from inside the house, "Come back during the day, we can talk then!"

"Okay! Sorry to bother you!"

Wilder immediately said, "Then I'll be going now, goodbye Instructor Hollen!"

"Okay, go ahead!"

As soon as Cyrion's voice came over, another wave of magical energy rippled out from the room.

This time, the wind was blowing from the outside in.

"Bang!"

The door closed again.

The light from the kerosene lamp quickly turned back into a thin sliver of light seeping through the crack in the door.

"call"

Wilder breathed a sigh of relief.

In movies or novels, the person who accidentally overhears someone's plot usually doesn't have a good ending.

Unless he is the main character.

Wilder mentally scoffed and decisively turned and went downstairs.

But as he was about to step down the last step back to the first floor, he suddenly froze in place.

I remembered.

He suddenly remembered who the person with half their face hidden in the darkness was.

It was one of the ten members of the association's headquarters investigation team—a mage!

Can't go wrong.

He might not have a deep impression of the other ten people, but because they shared the same profession, he subconsciously glanced at the two mages a few more times.

But what did Hollen talk about with him in the middle of the night?

Surely it's not some research on casting spells?

Or perhaps that guy Hollen wanted to use connections to get himself transferred from Ironweave Town to Danube City?

This kind of thing was quite common in my past life.

Wilder walked back to the lobby on the first floor while thinking about it, not taking the matter to heart.

Whatever they talked about, it certainly had nothing to do with him, the little mage.

The important thing now is that he is still not sleepy.

Where to go now?

One option is to go back to the Maju Hotel and try to fall asleep, but that will most likely fail; it would be good if I could fall asleep by early morning.

Secondly, we could try the fireball spell near Tiewen Town, but creating several fireballs in the middle of the night might get us reported to the association by nearby farmers.

Wilder thought for a while, unable to suppress the restlessness of the night, and came up with a rather bold idea.

He walked straight to the registration counter and woke up a staff member who was fast asleep.

"Hmm? What's up?"

The staff member was a short-haired woman in her early twenties. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked in a daze.

"Hello, please help me register for the free-for-all kobold hunting quest."

Wilder said politely.

"Oh, how many people?"

The short-haired woman took out a notebook from the drawer, ready to take notes.

"Myself."

Wilder replied with a smile.