Chapter 1880 Different

Chapter 1880 Different

Rui got a closer look at Adventurer Town when he physically moved around by himself. This was much different from watching it from afar in his carriage. He had to admit the spirit and energy of the town was contagious.

Perhaps it was because everybody around him walked with a purpose, direction, and drive. This was a town where not a single normal resident remained. It existed solely for the purpose of serving as an avenue for consumers and suppliers of Beast Domain-related Martial Art services.

Every single person was searching for something.

Ambition and determination flickered in the eyes of the Martial Artists round Rui, be they Apprentice, Squire, or even Senior. No matter their Realm, Martial Artists threw who themselves in the Beast Domain day in and day out were built different from those who only completed regular and normal civilian commissions.

It was the difference between soldiers who were regularly deployed on the frontlines and those whose services in an army involved being extremely far from any danger. Rui could instinctively tell that these Martial Artists were different. There was an edge in their eyes that conveyed implicit peril. These were Martial Artists who were forged in adversity that was born from throwing themselves in the Beast Domain.

Rui respected that, regardless of their Realm. He appreciated it because it was equally infectious. It subconsciously primed him for the magnitude that he was undertaking.

He couldn't help but notice that the number of Martial Seniors was proportionally low. And thus far, he had yet to see a single Martial Master.

It made sense.

While Martial Apprentices and Martial Squires needed to go out and do groundwork if they wanted to gain personal customers and clients outside of the guild or go procure missions in the mission library of the Adventurer's Guild, Martial Seniors, and Martial Masters were much more valuable and much more scarce as service providers.

"Drink up, drink up!"

"One more mug of starshine mead!"

On one section was what appeared to be a pub section with tables filled with drunk adventurers drinking away to glory. On the other side was an enormous board with what looked like application forms pinned to it.

Rui raised an eyebrow, quickly identifying them as commissions. They were on public display for everyone to see.

He found it rather strange and interesting that the system was not as robust as that of the Martial Union. The Martial Union had a far more organized and sophisticated system of processing, evaluating, categorizing, and organizing commissions to maximize compatibility between Martial Artists and missions to ensure that the experience gained is relevant to the Martial Artists' specialty.

Here, from what Rui could see, there wasn't nearly as much sophistication.

Of course, Rui knew that he was being unfair.

It was probably impossible to have such a system for the Adventurer's Guild because it was too difficult to have transparency when it came to matters relating to the Beast Domain. The difficulty of gaining information regarding the difficulty of the commissions itself was very high. If the Adventurer's Guild set up an extensive information department that focused on evaluating the difficulty of commissions, then the cost of those services would be included in the total bill from clients.

This would cause massive inflation in the prices of Beast Domain services across the continent, further inflating the prices of goods and services that relied on these missions. It would severely impact the Panamic economy. That was why the Adventurer Guild forewent sophistication in favor of cheaper goods and services. In turn, adventurers suffered. Naturally, the Martial Union did not develop such a scrupulously rigorous evaluation system for fun. It was to ensure that the difficulty of missions was transparent to Martial Artists.

Here, adventurers could not be certain that they would come away alive. Every mission could very well be their final mission realistically. Being an adventurer meant being ready to look death in the eye. It was why they had a different feel to them than the average Martial Artist.

Rui narrowed his eyes as he headed inside. The energetic atmosphere from those celebrating living another day by getting drunk took on a darker and more somber light. -