Chapter 109.2

Chapter 109.2

Filsach Territory, Keril Village.

Since there’s no inn in Selene Territory, for those who travel between Filsach and Selen, this is both the first and last supply stop.

Perhaps because of that, the village is surrounded by impressive wooden walls and is quite spacious.

It boasts facilities and size that unquestionably qualify as a town.

We halt in front of the barracks attached to the gate.

“We really owe you one.”

“No need for thanks. We’ll get our reward from the client.”

The man leading this patrol—Brent—is one of the ten leaders and holds some authority.

Thanks to him, we breeze through the gate.

“It’s true you saved us, even if it was a request. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Well then, can I ask a favor? I need you to recommend an available inn.”

As I say this, I survey the village.

“It seems quite a few people are being held up. Finding an inn might be tough.”

“I’ll look around. Wait for me at the barracks.”

“No, I have business at the Adventurers Guild. If you find an inn, please contact them. It’d be a big help.”

“Got it. The guild is down the main street. Let’s meet there. Just be careful, they’re quite rowdy. Watch your back.”

Agreeing, I part ways with Brent and his crew.

As I walk down the main street, I take in the village with fresh eyes.

Walking alone in lands other than Selen is a first for me.

As expected of a hub of trade, stalls, and shops line up neatly.

While the stalls offer a variety of goods, the shops seem to specialize in travel gear.

And equally abundant are the taverns.

Peeking into side streets, I also catch sight of what appear to be brothels.

On the eastern side of Selen lies Irsana Village, a rather ordinary village.

But as I approach, I furrow my brows.

There’s shouting even here.

Opening the door, I see multiple adventurers facing off, with one pair on the verge of a physical confrontation.

They’re not fighting yet, but it seems imminent.

The others either seem amused or are minding their own business.

The only one, the receptionist, who’s also frowning like me, doesn’t seem inclined to intervene beyond a verbal dispute.

Do they cause trouble even within the guild?

Despite being hot-headed, our folks at home or Selen’s adventurers were well-behaved.

Or maybe this is just how it is in the countryside.

Oh, right, we’re in the countryside too. No wonder their behavior is bad.

Proportional to the village’s size, the guild’s entrance hall is spacious.

I navigate around the glaring adventurers and head toward the counter along the wall.

Just as I pass a group of four by the wall, one of them staggers toward me.

Ugh. These types really exist, huh?

I sidestep them swiftly, eager to reach the counter.

“I have something to ask—”

“You there, newbie!”

Turning around, a warrior-looking man who had staggered glares at me with anger.

Impressive. I dodged him neatly, yet he was still finding fault.

“You’re new here, right? No greeting for your seniors!?”

“I don’t know who you are, but hello.”

I nod politely and turn back to the counter.

But as I begin to speak again, the receptionist’s expression changes.