Chapter 11: Crisis, Opportunity, Crisis (2)
Silver Cry Silver Cry Ah! Found it!
As I entered the place, I first found the inn recommended by the guard captain. As he said, finding this inn wasnt too difficult. From the castle gates to the Lords castle, all I had to do was follow the flat stones and find the loudest building.
Woahh!
Thud!
Ackk!
Ahhh!
Jess just passed!
Fucking dirty-headed horse! I bet everything on you!
Thud!
I understand if you dont want to come. This is an inn run by the mercenary guild.
The voices of the drunkards could be heard from early evening. The sound of things being shamed, thick voices, and slurred pronunciation.
[Silver Cry Inn]
Its a sound you generally hear when mercenaries gather. Its a group of individuals who have common interests. It is a group that acts in many ways for the convenience and interests of mercenaries, from simple tasks to large-scale fights between Lords and subjugation requests. There are several situations when bigger and more prominent mercenaries get missions directly, not via their guild. However, most of them usually accept requests through the mercenary guild since this is more convenient and safe.
I cautiously pushed the swing door open and went inside.
Kuak! That bastard said something, I..
Ugh, Tolnar
Why? It only feels good for a while.
There. That..
hehehe.
As I went inside, the atmosphere of the inn, which was very heated up seconds ago, subsided.
Step. Step. Step.
As I walked from the entrance to the bar counter and sat, the noisy atmosphere had gone, and only whispers could be heard.
What? Even if I am a foreigner, do they have to be this weird? Arent they all already famous ones?
-takealook: I think that much is enough
-professor: what?
-takealook: look at your ponytail.
ah!
Professor looked at his condition.
Height taller than others, a body cramped between the battle and the land as they were too long and the trousers were covered in blood and dirt. On the way to Turan, the wounds that were swept and touched began to bleed out again, and the bandages were all red. And to this was the sullen face which looked more like an expression of annoyance.
Whoever saw him would think he was a serial killer.
- Jokass : they werent overreacting in the least. Even if it was me, if I looked at someone like you, I would immediately put you in a prison cell
- Speedwagon : somehow, you crawled into their place with a goal
- Heungandumpling : yayah, they have swords? Arent they bounty hunters?
Shit! This is it! I knew I would die with the attention theyre giving me.
In real life, Professor boasted a very meticulous life. That was because if he wandered around blankly in the wasteland and left traces, he knew someone would come running after seeing the traces and eat him raw.
Anticipating every worst-case scenario and preparing for the best. It was the first look of wasteland survivors.
But the Professor at GG has a mental problem that hurts his head due to thinking, so if he had a goal, he would think of one thing and move right then.
Even while coming here to Silver Cry Inn, he repeatedly mumbled his goal like a crazy man.
So right now, theres a criminal-looking man in a mercenary inn.
Swish~
Hey, there. You seem like a friend who knows his fair share of knives. What did you come to our Silver Cry for?
What broke the chilly silence was a fair man who appeared to be the owner, slicing a large steak on the bar counter.
Do not panic. He isnt even threatening. And you, do not be careless either.
I answered in a low voice, I wanted a job as a mercenary.
Slash!
Tak!
Ah! Mercenary! Right! I was so stupid! There is no way a person who came to the inn run by the mercenary guild would come here for something else. You have a face I dont remember seeing Did you come from another city?
Around Gideon.
Slash!
Gideon? Ah, the old name of Molludic Castle! Man, I miss it. It has been over 20 years since the name changed after the uproar. Now, no one is confused by the name. Well, I dont know if you are a person who has been locked up for so long or you simply didnt get the memo.
F**k!
Wrong answer! He is more suspicious now!
I gulped nervously.
The inns atmosphere wasnt quiet, but the knife the man held looked colder.
So I just said that time is running out, and you are here to receive a quest, so you need to show me something can you show me your mercenary card? I need to know what level you are.
I was here to register a new one. Was there a chance I would be here if I had a card?
I lost it.
You lost it you should have said it.
Shhh!
Amy!
Yes. Yes, Master!
Kuah it was a hard day for me. I was too sick of this and wanted a drink more than treating the wounds or going to a merchant. That is all.
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Clack!
Silence filled the place, and the sound of an empty glass being dropped could be heard.
Puah!
Hahaha!
Someone, unable to hold back, laughed.
Puahahaha!!!
Kuak! Alcohol! He was here for the drink!
Woahhh! He is a true mercenary!
Right! A hard day needs to be ended with a drink!
Soon, laughter broke out, agreeing with my words. There was only one person who didnt laugh, the master.
Ahem! I-I am sorry!
Kuah! You should be sorry!
We trusted the masters sign and moved! We almost ended up killing one of our own!
Sign? Somehow, I suddenly wanted to leave here.
It seemed like he misunderstood my identity and sent a signal.
The death event was about to come up without even giving me time to breathe.
A troll at the start, then the castle guards who dragged me, and now, a small mistake in speaking and I would have died.
Being alive until now, itself, is shocking.
I sighed and looked around. The inn was buzzing again, and the master looked a bit embarrassed. This was clearly his own fault. It wasnt just a mistake; it was an act that almost took the life of another.
Maybe that is why the confident man now looked like a sad puppy. Being a member of a mercenary guild means that breaking the rules of the Guild will be difficult to accept, and he would have to give up his life for taking another for a wrong cause.
If I can do this well, I might get a huge compensation, but that is the last thing on my mind.
I will stay in Turan for a while to improve my body condition so I cannot make the local mercenary master angry at me. That wouldnt help me.
Master, two of the most expensive ones here.
Ah? Hm, yes.
Gulp gulp
It is red, and the part reflected by the light has a burning gold, and a strong scent rises as soon as it is poured into the glass. Dragon Blood.. quite a skilled one.
Seeing the expensive Dragon Blood being poured into the glasses, I bit my lip.
For a moment, I looked at the two glasses of Dragon Blood, smiled, and handed one to the master.
This
It is said that if one gets drunk right after a bad thing, they forget what happened. Dragon Blood is enough to get drunk, but alcohol cannot be drunk without a buddy. I told him.
Huh!
Cheers!
Heheh! Cheers! Fine! Nice! Amazing! This Waldrof Topric managed to meet a nice one today! Hahaha!!
At the heartfelt laughter of their master, the others, too, began to drink.
You bastards! Raise the cups! We have a new one here!
M-master! I dont drink, though?
Everyone sitting will have one drink!
Ohhh!
What is this? We might run out of alcohol today!
Please, we will still be able to get the compensation and more. Shut up and drink!
Hehehe! There is no need to decline then!
Hey! Amy! A glass of ale here.
Amy isnt here. You go and get it yourself!
After the brief commotion, the master raised his glass.
You all worked hard to handle me! In exchange for your drinks, clean the place when you are done!
Woah!
Sir! You are Professor, right? Uh I am sorry.!
Woahhhh!
Euhahaha!
Topric of Heavens is scared!
So when did you drink?
Puahaha, right! He should be drunk! A new friend! For Professor!
Cheers!
Cheersss!
Tak!
Still, this isnt too bad. Being favored by the Guild Master, who can oversee the regional quest at the time of crisis. It isnt too bad.
It seemed like today passed safely.