Chapter 271: Roserraccoon’s Guildmaster

Chapter 271: Roserraccoon’s Guildmaster

After handing off the assassin to the guards, I returned to Fran. Together, we made our way to the Adventurers’ Guild. We entered and found the inside to be unusually quiet.

Well a whole load of adventurers just left with the princess so I guess it makes sense for it to be empty.

“Ey! ‘Elcome!”

A loud voice called out to us from the counter. The receptionist was a hearty, middle aged man with a rolled up headband around his forehead, one that would not look out of place at a fisherman’s market by the wharf. We approached the counter.

“Interestin’. You the Black Lightning Princess, lassie?” he asked.

“Nn. Me.”

“I knew it! Good to have you ’ere!”

He nodded as he examined Fran’s guild card.

Godd*mn, this dude is way too lively!

“So what can I help ya with today?” he asked.

“Want to know how to get to capital,” said Fran.

“The capital? Oh, ya wanna go to Vestia? Normally, ya wanna find yourself a horned carriage.”

“Normally?”

“Yeah.” He scratched his head. “They’ve all been rented out for the time being.”

“Princess?”

“Yeah. I told the guildmaster he was spendin’ way too much on the adventurers and the horned carriages, but he didn’t listen to me. Our guildmaster’s the type that really likes to please his higher ups, ya see.”

The guildmaster employed all the adventurers and horned carriages available just to ingratiate himself to the royals.

“But honestly, I can’t really say anythin’ too negative ‘bout it. I can get why he’s goin’ all out for our royals, y’see.”

“Why?” asked Fran.

“O’course. The country’s been doin’ real well since the current Beast Lord took over. He ‘imself used to be an adventurer, so he’s been givin’ the guild a good cut of benefits too.”

At first, I’d thought that the guildmaster was just a tool, but it turned out there was a bit more to it. He and many other adventurers simply adored the Beast Lord and the adventurer-benefiting policies he stood behind.

But will Roserraccoon be okay with so many adventurers and horned carriages missing? What if there is an emergency?

“Guild empty, okay?” asked Fran.

“Haha don’t ya worry! We can deal with it lassie” he replied. “This city’s a hotspot as far as adventurers go. They gather here from all over the country, ‘specially if they’re planning on makin’ use of The Shortcut. Give it 10 days or so, and we’ll be just as full as we were this mornin’.”

“Got it,” Fran nodded.

“We’ll ask for reinforcements from the guild in the capital,” he said. “Couple o’ strong guys would come and keep us covered for a bit. Our guildmaster’s pretty capable too.”

“Guildmaster, strong?” asked Fran.

“Yeah. He’s gotta be to be a guildmaster,” he said. “Plus we’re in this situation cuz of his selfishness, so we’re gonna work ‘im to the bone haha!”

Seems like my worries about the lack of manpower were needless.

“So,” he said. “A normal horse carriage takes ‘round five to six days to reach Vestia, ya see.”

“Route complicated?” asked Fran.

We’re being directly asked by the guildmaster himself so why not? We’re going to the capital anyway and doing this will put the guildmaster in our debt.

“We should accept,” I said.

“Got it,” said Fran. “Will accept quest.”

“Thank you so much!” said the guildmaster. “You’re doing me such a huge favor. Inside this letter is a request for more escorts for the princess so the faster the better okay?”

“But guarded by lots of adventurers already?” asked Fran.

“Hmm...well I guess it’s okay to tell you since I want this letter delivered for sure. But no telling other people, okay? An oath of silence will be included in this quest.”

“No problem” said Fran. “Will swear on tail.”

“The truth is that the princess that just left town is a fake. The real princess is elsewhere.”

Booyah! I foocking called it!

Sending thirty adventurers and all those horned carriages with the fake princess seemed kind of questionable. It turned out it really was all a ploy to make the fake princess seem more real. The assassin I captured had some doubts. There was a chance that other assassins may have started catching on as well.

“Delivering the letter is also for the safety of the real princess,” said the guildmaster.

“Got it.”

“That aside, would you care to join me for a meal before departing?”

“Not hurried?”

“That is that and this is this. It would not do for you to travel on an empty stomach. Above all else I get to have a meal with a lovely lady!”

But Fran is a still a child, you pedophile!

“Hmph.” Fran landed a beautiful jab right into his abdomen.

The guildmaster groaned. “But why...?” he asked.

“Receptionist said: ‘If our guildmaster says somethin’ stupid just smack ‘im’.”

“Damn him...ugh that hurt.”

“Hurry up. Tell way to get to capital.”

“Fine...”

And so we got the letter and managed to extract detailed directions to the capital from the guildmaster. It was pretty much just a straight line down the highway with only one branch somewhere in the middle. We had to turn right there then just follow the road. Information in hand, we exited the guild and made our way out of town to a place suitable for departure.

“Alright let’s do this!”

“Urushi, do best.”

“Woof!”

Fran mounted Urushi.

“Fly, Urushi! Fly!” I commanded.

“Woof woof!”

Urushi accelerated into a full run. His top speed was so fast we might even reach the capital in a single day.

“Aww hell yeah! YAHOOOOOOOOOO~!”

“Yahoo!”

“Woof woof!”

Urushi’s clearly having fun since it’s his first time running without hindrances in quite some time. Wait. Holy sheet, he’s still accelerating. We might arrive even earlier than I anticipated.