Chapter 109.3

Chapter 109.3

When I look over my shoulder, I see a warrior signaling to his comrades and a man who appears to be a mage focusing intensely.

Are they serious?

I grab the letter opener from the reception desk and cast [Wind Fang Slash] backwards.

For a moment, the air in the hall ripples, and the adventurers murmur softly.

By the time it subsides, the mage is paralyzed.

I wonder how many understood what just happened.

But one definitely did. After all, his spell was obliterated.

Unaware of the mage’s paralysis, the warrior is still urging him with his eyes.

When I hand the letter opener back, the receptionist takes it, dumbfounded.

“What just... happened?”

“Who knows? Did something happen?”

What I intercepted was a [Wind Bolt].

I held back the power, but it should’ve felt like a punch.

Casting attack spells here means the guild is being underestimated.

Regardless, this isn’t going to end peacefully.

The mage snaps out of it as the warrior starts cursing.

He whispers something to his comrades, but the warrior’s anger flares.

“Enough!”

Shoving the mage aside, the warrior approaches me, glaring.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

Everyone’s attention shifts to the tense atmosphere.

Even those on the verge of fighting earlier are now watching, one of them whispering, “C-rank adventurer...”

C-rank... these guys?

Now that I think about it, they are quite strong.

Better than the Serfs of Haleighst... but if I had to hire, I’d choose the latter.

Their behavior is terrible.

As I ponder, the door suddenly opens.

In walks Brent, whom I had just parted with.

The arrival of the guard halts the warriors, and a different tension fills the hall.

Scanning the room, Brent spots me.

Then abruptly,

“The road is open!”

“I asked a friend to vacate a room. It’s a shared space, but will that do?”

“As long as there’s a roof. Thanks.”

As we talk, laughter and cheers echo from the adjacent tavern.

The adventurers’ tension has lifted, and Brent seems relieved, smiling their way.

Oh right, I need to find a caravan too.

Not just those guys, many adventurers are running to their clients.

But I wonder.

The prolonged rain might have affected other areas.

The caravan might be stuck elsewhere and not have reached Keril Village.

I’ve been told not to push myself to find them, but...

I have a bad feeling about this.

“Brent, is there a Lalsen Trading Company caravan in the village?”

“Lalsen Trading Company?”

After a moment’s thought, he snaps his fingers.

“Yeah, the big shop from Selen. Not sure if they’re here, but I know some inns.”

“Tell me. I have a letter for their head, Lauri, from the Commerce Guild.”

“I’ll take care of the lodging. Inns where a caravan might stay are—”

“Wait.”

The receptionist interrupts.

“Tenko, are you meeting Lalsen Trading?”

“Yeah. So those guys are their escorts?”

She nods, looking serious.

I knew it.

C-rankers are rare, and Lalsen wouldn’t hire below D-rank.

Given their frustration, they’ve been stuck here for a while.

I explain briefly to Brent, who is puzzled.

“So those guys. No wonder they were weird. Want me to deliver the letter?”

“No, it’s part of my job. Lauri’s subordinates will follow orders. Probably.”

With a light laugh, I get the names and locations of two inns.

Leaving the anxious Brent and the receptionist, I head to where the caravan is staying.