52 - Episode 50 The Adventurer's Guild

I entered the Adventurer's Guild and was shocked by the beautiful receptionist, which made me a little upset, but I'm okay now. I'm cool.

But what can I say? She has the look of a predator. A sensual body. Slightly upturned strong-willed eyes. Red lips. More of a panther than a dominatrix. She's beautiful and cool. I think I see fangs and pectoral fins, even though she's not a beast.

Can I help you?

I was delusional.

No. It's nothing.

I see. Then let's begin the process.

Please.

Are you familiar with the rules for adventurers?

Yes. Adventurer rank. How to accept requests. I think I understand the bare minimum of what is required, such as penalties.

Preparation is important. Adventurer ranks are F.E.D.C.B.A.S., F.E.D.C.B.A.S., F.E.D.C.B.A.S., F.E.D.C.B.A.S. SSS, and you can accept requests from the board up to one rank higher than your own. Punishment is basically the same as long as you don't commit crimes and don't cause trouble to civilians. Simple as that.

I understand. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Now, can you tell us your name, your age, and your fighting style?"

The receptionist came with a piece of paper ready to ask questions. Is this the way they fill in the form? I guess many people can't read. I'm fine with my skills.

"My name is Yuta. I'm 25 and I'm a genie."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha. Twenty-five year old newbie adventurer. And a useless spiritist scam artist. Get the hell out of the labyrinth city.

He laughed at me out of the blue and called me a fraud. Useless necromancer?　What do you mean?　I look at Sylphy, who is also puzzled. If you have a contract with a middle class spirit, the government will come for you with their heads down, right?　What's going on?

I'm also pissed off at the men who came to get me. They disrespected me to the hilt. The event of getting involved in a guild of temples happened just as it was supposed to. The reason was a little unexpected. I turn to the receptionist and ask her a question.

"What's the problem with being a genie magician?"

"Of course there's a problem. Get the hell out of here.

The guys in the back are making a lot of noise. I'm talking to the receptionist.

"How can I help you?"

Don't ignore me. You're a piece of trash.

That's a terrible thing to say. You're really starting to piss me off. Calm down. Just listen to me and I'll make sure these disgusting men regret what they've done. The guys in the bar are laughing their asses off.

"Mr. Karl. Please don't do that. This man is still a civilian. If you touch him, we'll take him into custody."

The receptionist stops Carl and the others. Carl clicks his tongue and backs away. He takes up a position by the door. He's ready to get involved when registration is over.

"Thank you. Now, can you tell me why you're being so rude to me?"

The receptionist tells me with a puzzled look on her face. She told me that most of the spiritists are regarded as useless because their magic is not stable and often fails to work. However, the good ones are treated with respect.

That's it. I guess most of them don't communicate well. Sylphy is listening with an "Oh, really" look on his face. They're convinced I'm not a proper genie. Looks?　I'm getting more and more uncomfortable.

"Okay. Thank you. So I'm not allowed to register as a spiritualist?"

"No. The Adventurers' Guild will not refuse registration unless you are a criminal. However, we do not recommend you to become an adventurer as a necromancer. You will be treated badly wherever you go.

...... Do people really hate psychics that much? Too unplanned. Well, if not a necromancer, then a hammer user or something would be fine, but I don't think it's right to change it because of some innuendo.

Besides, there is a strong possibility that he would have died if he hadn't met Belle and Sylphy, but there is no way he would stop calling himself a genie magician, is there? We should start a clan of necromancers. I think I could make a great clan.

I'm glad you can sign up. I'm glad if you can sign up.

Don't you understand me when I say all this?　He looked at me like that. It was a great opportunity to meet a beautiful woman, but he obviously gave me a disappointing assessment. It's sad.

"Excuse me. If you register now, you will surely get into trouble. It would be wiser to cancel your registration as a spiritualist or postpone the date.

Still, I was stopped by a concerned and carnivorous receptionist. I'm sure she's a nice person, but she must think I'm a bad spiritualist too.

I feel like I could be a masked hero. Yuta is usually a lowly genie. But his true identity is ....... Yeah. Impossible. I'm sure I'd snap if someone like Carl made fun of me on a regular basis.

"Well, I guess you're right. I'm not going to make it as an adventurer if I'm taken advantage of by people like that.

Carl and the others are buzzing when they hear my words. Because that's what Deanne said. You don't get fooled, you lose. Everyone who gets in my way and everyone who laughs at me will regret it.

The receptionist is going through the formalities with some reluctance. She asks me what level I'm at, and I tell her quietly so she doesn't hear me. Surprisingly, the level is high, and she seems a little satisfied.

According to Sylphy's information, level forty-five is the C class level for adventurers. He is a promising newcomer. I hear people don't like spiritists...

"This completes the procedure. I'm sure you will be asked to fight a duel, but if you accept, the Adventurers' Guild will have no choice but to give you permission to do so.

"Ah. What about life and death in the case of a duel?"

Taking a life is frowned upon, but since it is a duel, there is no punishment. Are you willing to accept?　There are five of them. Mr. Carl is in Class C."

It's not one-on-one. Dueling is usually one-on-one. Are you saying that a party of adventurers is one against the other?　...... Well, okay. Sylphy should have done it too. If we can get him down here, we'll have a lot less to worry about.

"No problem.

He smiles and replies. Now, maybe I was a little cool. I pay the registration fee with a magic stone, receive my card, and leave the room. Carl and his friends come up to me, grinning. They are totally trying to get involved with me.

Sylphy says I'm pretty strong, but don't I have an aura of strength?　Or are you just assuming from the top of your head that necromancers are no good, and you're looking down on them?

"Hey, d*mn necromancer. It's a duel. If you lose, quit being an adventurer. Of course you won't run away, will you?　Well, I'm a nice guy, so if you get down on your knees and return my guild card, I'll let you off the hook."

I guess there's a place for getting down on one's knees in this world too. ...... is grinning so much it's pissing me off. The adventurers in the tavern are also stirring things up. It's depressing.

"If you guys quit the guild if you lose, I'll take it. What do you say?　If you get down on your knees and apologize, I'll forgive you, okay?"

I told him. I said it. Karl's veins are rising in his face. His face is red and he is completely furious.

Huh?　Carl went to the counter without saying a word. He's talking about something. Yeah?　He yells at me to come over here. What do you want?

When I go to the counter, I am handed a piece of paper and a pen. It says ...... it's a dueling pledge. It says the loser quits the guild. They want me to sign it. I was surprised that they are so particular about their paperwork. I signed it smoothly. The receptionist is holding my head in her hands. I'm sorry for making you worry.

"Okay. We're going to the training ground. Get your ass up here."

"Please wait. I'll get a witness. Do not start the duel without permission.

The receptionist said all she had to say and ran off. There are witnesses. A real duel. We move to the training grounds, and the guys from the bar are following in droves.

Karl's eyes are bloodshot and he's gonna kill them. I thought he'd forgive me if I got down on my knees.　You've got a temper, don't you hate necromancers that much?　He moves away, wondering, and does preparatory exercises.　

"Hey, Sylphy. You won't let them beat us, will you?

"Yes, it's easy enough to take his head off without letting him do anything. But you're not going to kill me, are you?"

Sylphy says something horrifying. If I did that, people would be all over me.

"Just the wind wall at first. Blow it up quick if I ask you to. And try not to kill me."

I'd rather not get murdered on my first day in the Adventurers' Guild.

"Okay. If Yuta asks you to do something, just attack him.

"Yeah. What's that?　What's going on with those guys, what's all the fuss?"

"Wait a minute. I'm making a .................. bet, but it doesn't seem to be going through because no one is betting on Yuta."

"I guess being a genie magician is so underrated."

"Sorry Yuta. I was only checking out the more popular spiritists."

I guess all the well treated spiritualists are just a handful of people who are treated as top-notch.

"Well, don't worry. If we show our power here, we won't have to deal with any unnecessary pressure from now on. Anyway, I'm going to go now."

Approaching the betting booth. It's almost impossible for me to lose this game. I should get some money from these guys for laughing at me. Let's turn our ridicule into money and have a good life.

"Hey! How's the bet going?"

"Ah. You're too unpopular to make a bet."

A red-faced adventurer who looks like the owner complains to me. That's a terrible thing to say. I didn't ask him to make the bet. They've been drinking too much.

"Take the bet. I'll bet on me."

That's a lot of money for a rookie adventurer.

"Don't worry. I'll pay you double if I lose, no matter what happens."

The adventurers around me were all in an uproar. I'm so cool.

"But if you're going to bet, you should all bet on them. They made fun of me, no problem, right?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"What?　You made a laughingstock of me, and now you want to ride on my ass and make money?　Adventurers in the labyrinth city are quite, well, shameless, aren't they?"

"Don't be too cocky, rookie."

He was a little ticked off. His mouth is tight.

"You're the ones who made fun of the newcomer, and you're the ones who made a fight out of him. It's a shameful thing to bet on this newcomer, isn't it?　What I'll take is if I win, I get all the money. If I lose, you pay double. That's it. If you're afraid to bet, just sit in the corner and watch me shiver."

He snickers and returns to his original position. The drunken adventurers seem to have been encouraged, and are surprisingly loaded with wagers. I'll take their little money for my comfortable life in the other world. I return to Sylphy in a good mood.

Yuta. Did you have to make him go crazy like that?"

"I was just trying to get back at him for getting in my face. Besides, I'm broke. I need to make money."

We are planning to accumulate a small amount of money by cashing in the magic stone, but it doesn't matter how much money we have.

"Yuta has a surprisingly bold personality, doesn't he?"

He's kind of aghast. Oh... A predatory receptionist enters the training hall with an uncle. It's about to start.