236. Tempting Fate

236. Tempting Fate

“From now on don’t ask me to do something like that again,” Adam said. “That was utterly disgusting.”

Adam sat opposite the Vice Master, in a brand new set of clothing he had the Guild acquire for him, after spending an entire hour washing himself using far too much soap, and after brushing his teeth five times.

“I didn’t realise you couldn’t stomach it,” Paul admitted, half teasing the Half Elf.

“Of course I can’t!” Adam was unable to contain his voice. “Think of my British sensibilities, Paul. You cover me in shit, of course I’m going to get mad.” Adam shuddered.

“I always thought Adam was stupid,” Lucy said, also wearing a new set of clothes. “I take it back. I understand why you took that tower, and why you keep a second change of clothes.” Lucy nodded her head slowly. “I won’t ever make fun of you for taking a bath every day.”

Jurot, who was also freshly bathed, nodded his head.

“You made fun of me for taking a bath every day,” Adam asked. He didn’t realise it was weird, considering that Jurot bathed every day too, even out of the Iyr.

Lucy remained silent for a long moment. “I didn’t?” she replied, avoiding his gaze.

“I didn’t expect you to betray me, Lucy,” Adam said. “You can find your own tower whenever we’re out in the wild.”

Lucy grabbed his hands, pouting up towards him. “Aren’t we friends? I’ll let it slide that you killed that adorable little Oyarth.”

“Adorable little Oyarth?” Adam asked, pulling away from her. “Lucy, you need to get your eyes checked.”

“My eyes? What about your brain?”

Paul cleared his throat. “Enough with your marital quarrels.”ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

The pair glared at him.

“Thank you for your assistance in this matter. I’ve given the go ahead to stamp your Adventurer Tags twice, and for Lucy to promote to Bronze too.”

“Oh?” Adam asked. “Isn’t that really quick?”

“It’s a good idea to keep people at the right rank,” Paul said. “She’s done so much already, and considering how strong she is, I doubt anyone will complain. Some Adventurers might take notice that you’ve ranked up too quickly, but ignore them. If they do bother you, you can put in a formal complaint through the Guild.”

“I’ll just beat them up,” Lucy said, dismissively. “So, wasn’t there a big fat reward? Gold. Gold. So lovely. So beautiful.” She hummed her tune quietly.

“I’m sure Braun has processed the quest, and has paid the Porters according to your wish, and has split the gold appropriately into your bank.”

“A bank? How do I use one of those?” Lucy asked.

“Just speak to the Guild and show them your Adventurer’s Tag,” Adam said. “They’ll let you take out your stuff from your bank.”

Lucy hummed again. “I think Dragons are on to something. Sleeping on a big pile of gold, although uncomfortable, is pretty fun.”

“Isn’t it more fun to swim on a pile of meat?” Adam asked.

“Meat is for eating, Adam,” Lucy stated as though it was a fact.

‘Are they going to get married soon?’ Paul thought.

‘Is gold for sleeping?’ Jurot thought.

“By the way, I want you to pay our gate fee today,” Adam said. “I still feel dirty after meeting with the Oyarth.”

“The gate fee? Seven copper?”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “Seven copper.”

“You said goodbye to your mom and dad properly?”

“Yes.”

“Your little sister too?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Adam finished some minor business, including sending the gifts to the Iyr through the Guild. He had to make sure to pack everything properly, before he remembered something extremely important.

“The Iyr?” Filliam asked. “No, I’ve never been, why?”

“We’re heading back to the Iyr, and I thought you might want to come with us?”

Filliam stared at Adam. “You’re inviting me to the Iyr?”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “I thought you might want to since it’s a pretty cool place, great for you to tinker about.”

“I’ll come!” Filliam shouted, happily. “Let me pack my bag!”

Adam stared at Filliam, who greeted the others with a great eagerness, shaking all their hands. ‘What the hell.’

He was now wearing a bag which was easily as big as him, full of all kinds of materials and trinkets, no doubt.

Nobby exchanged a nod with Filliam, who knew the ways of a Porter quite well, including all the ways to distribute weight to allow one to carry great weights.

“Damn,” Adam said. “Porters really are built different.”

“You’re leaving already?” Paul asked.

“Yes,” Adam said. “I miss the Iyr so much so we’re returning.”

Paul sighed. “You’re quite lucky, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t forgotten about what you owe me, have you?” Paul asked.

“Me? Forget things?” Adam scoffed, before narrowing his eyes. ‘What do I owe him?’ “Oh,” Adam said. “You mean that thing.”

“Are you just saying that?” Paul asked. “Or do you remember.”

“I owe you, your missus, and your brother in law, no, cousin in law, right?” Adam asked.

Paul nodded his head slowly. “I’ll send Aizaban the specifics.”

“Sure, sure,” Adam said, clasping his forearm. “I’ll try not to die before I repay you.”

“Don’t tempt Fate,” Paul warned him.

“Fate tempts me, for she is a sweet but harsh mistress,” Adam replied.

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