Thirdly, I have no clue as to how much alcohol I could drink without getting shitfaced. I know that I am still technically a minor so I absolutely shouldnt drink even a drop of it but that was before I was transported here. As far as I know, this world does not have any limits on how old you should be before youre allowed to drink, so one of these days I might as well give it a go to see why everybody is so gung-ho about it. Besides, getting information at the bars is always much easier when the other party you want to extract information from gets drunk sooner than you, so learning my limits will be to my benefit. I just have to wait with it until I wont have so much money on me. And theres no telling how much of a blabbermouth I might become when the good stuff starts getting into my head. Just imagine, a young lad screaming some drunken nonsense about Earth, Japan and all the things the denizens of this world havent even heard off while swinging his beer mug around with a beet-red face. Yeah, Im sure that a spectacle like that would guarantee me a nice round of questioning at the guardhouse at the very least.
On the other hand, all those alcohol-related musings of mine are based on the assumption that I am the same as I was back in Japan, while that might not be the case at all! Who knows, maybe after I was brought here my physicality and metabolism have been altered to adapt to my new reality, so maybe I could actually drink a small waterfall without its side effects kicking in? Or maybe the alcohol in here is pretty weak in comparison to the one served on earth? Be that as it may, as long as I dont have any way to turn all those question marks into solid evidence, the wisest course of action would be to avoid any and all alcohol altogether.
Fourthly, all I need for now is the information on how I can make money quickly and effortlessly. Every other information, such as what is considered common sense in this world and the general laws that govern it I can ask Roxanne about once I will finally make her mine.
If I went to a random bar right now, I wonder if Id have been able to hear some nice, juicy stories? If not, I could just sit around and try listening to the conversations of others. That way, maybe I could pick a thing or two in the art of weaving ridiculous stories and honey traps meant to trick others? Then again, that would probably require me to have one hell of a silver tongue and a deep understanding of how this world works. Without those two, someone like me, an outsider without an ounce of common sense on him would just make a perfect sitting duck of myself.
Ehh, in the end, information gathering looks like its going to be more butthurting trouble than its worth. Maybe I should just quietly go back to sleep again?
It was just a precaution, but last night I slept with a Scimitar under my pillow in case someone tried to break in and rob me of my belongings. Maybe its just me being overly paranoid again, but I also have to admit that doing so made me feel like one of those samurais from old historical dramas who even took their katanas to bed with them because they needed to be combat-ready at all times.
Now that I was completely awake, there was no way Id be able to fall asleep again, so I might as well get up, even if the outside is still pitch black. Unfortunately for me, the rooms in this inn didnt come equipped with their own toilets, so in order to use one, I had no choice but to go out of my room. After finishing my business there, I decided to go down to the lobby. The corridors and the stairs were all lit with candles placed at regular intervals, making the inside of the inn lit just enough to avoid tripping over your own feet.
You headin off to the Labyrinth?
When I got down to the inns ground floor, I heard a voice talking to me from behind.
Uwah!
That scared the living hell out of me! I legitimately thought I was going to have a heart attack there for a second! Taking a look behind me, the one to call out to me so suddenly was the Lv. 28 Innkeeper.
If you do want to head out there now, just mark my words and be careful, ya hear me?
*Glance~~~~*
Nope, he has a pair of two perfectly normal-looking legs.
Im glad to hear that.
And that is why Im going to do you a solid and willingly talk about some things, so be sure to listen carefully because Im only going to say this once. Emaro people hate settling and being tied down in one place for too long, and thats why most of us will choose to become Innkeepers and work in the establishments run properly by the Guilds. I guess you can call it our race-specific Job. Since we can always be ordered to transfer to another place if need be, this is a perfect Job for us.
It would really seem so.
Maybe his race really did evolve from some seabound species if the very concept of settlement appears unattractive to them. Anyways, I left the key to my room at the reception desk after I briefly went back upstairs to get my backpack and prepared myself for another round of money-hunting in the Labyrinth. If I am to just sit around doing nothing, then I might use that time to do something productive.
Hey kid, maybe you should consider taking a lantern with you, huh?!
Its okay, I think Ill manage without one just fine!
I left the Inn, shouting that to the Innkeeper. I mean really, whats a little darkness going to do? Ill be fine.
Except I wasnt.
It was so dark that to say that I wasnt able to see shit was an understatement of the century!
Oh fuck me!