73. Rumors about an unknown adventurer (1)

morning.

It was not yet noon.

The guild is always crowded with people, but when it’s close to lunchtime, it suddenly doubles or triples where they’ve been hiding. The expressions of the adventurers who filled the guild were all dark. It was as if they had been awarded as a group.

“Are there any new missions today?”

Even though I know there is no, someone asked like that. There were many adventurers who could answer that question.

“No, f*ck. Didn’t you know that the number of monsters dropped drastically after Behemoth came over? Now there are only really dangerous missions.”

The smallfish mission was gradually disappearing. Even among the adventurers, there is someone else who takes on the dangerous mission.

“Isn’t there such a thing as a worthy mission?”

“Don’t you know that these days, management has been hard at the national level? They’re going to kill all the adventurers.”

The royal family was no help. Wang Do, who entered the maintenance business, dried all the seeds of nearby monsters. At that time, the adventurers who liked it when outsourcing was pouring in, now realized that they had split the belly of the goose that lays the golden eggs.

“Should I take an unofficial mission?”

“You’d better volunteer as a mercenary.”

The adventurer grumbled. It was said to be a grandiose unofficial mission, but it was usually a subcontracted mission that read the personal circumstances of the nobles. Security, search for missing persons, tailing, black trade, sabotage, and even contract killings. In general, there are many things that are difficult to leave behind evidence. The risk is high, but the reward is sure.

Of course, it is illegal. Plus, because of the high chance of getting your hands dirty, most adventurers avoid unofficial missions. However, if the situation did not go well, he was also an adventurer who could pour in water regardless of whether it was fresh water or feces.

“Even mercenaries must have skills to be accepted. What do adventurers like us who eat herbs and catch small pike monsters eat for a living?”

The adventurer sighs.

“Let’s take on subjugation missions. Do brave adventurers just have no face or pride?”

“What kind of intrepid adventurers are we, who can’t even go to subjugation because our lives are too precious? How can we be treated as petty thieves who go out to pick up beans and eat them?”

The topic of conversation naturally shifted to talking about the treatment of adventurers.

“A petty thief… I don’t think there’s an expression that fits so well.”

The old adventurer’s words become a trigger, and everyone starts to lament their lives. The whining of grown-up adults and children whose age was reduced to muscle filled the first floor of the guild headquarters noisily.

“F*ck, I don’t know if I can find a job somewhere. Openly pushing the mage tower, regulating dungeons, limiting the excavation of artifacts, and even unofficial missions, the standards are getting higher day by day. I have no choice but to catch small fish and eat every day. Or are you really going to rob graves?”

I have a lot to say. They banged on the desk and were busy expressing their dissatisfaction.

“That’s right, I’m already busy making a living these days, but the government only thinks of shunning us, and the guild superiors don’t even think about protesting. How much do you think you’ve been hit and you’ve got to keep your mouth shut?”

“Are you going to take on a really dangerous mission?”

“I told you, if you don’t want to lose your life and get lost, it’s better to stay still. The other day, a guy who looked like a newcomer broke a poster that was classified as first class.”

The answering adventurer pointed to the bulletin board with the posters on it. There was a trace of something torn off from a wide poster, occupying a corner.

“And he hasn’t shown his face to the guild for several days. Too bad. He was a young friend.”

“…what mission was it?”

The answering adventurer shrugged.

“It was probably a mission to exterminate the group of banshi that were said to appear near the lakeside. It’s not just Banshee, it seems like he’s been around for quite a while. That’s all too much.”

“What? Banshee? Not just one, but several? You’re really going crazy If I were to go alone, I would have to bring in someone at the level of a knight commander to do it, so that kind of mission went well.”

The adventurer stuck out his tongue.

“The guy who just took it was also amazing. I must say I had no thoughts. Or should I say I really didn’t know.”

“I must have been blinded by the reward. You seem to be in debt as much as Taesan.”

More people joined in between the conversational adventurers.

“Are you referring to the hooded friend who hung out here the other day? You said you were young?”

An elderly adventurer asked the adventurers he was conversing with.

“Well. It was only under the eyes, but I could see the face for a moment… It was really short, but it was very young. It wasn’t the rough appearance of that adventurer. He was smooth with no trace of his beard.”

“Huh.”

As the old adventurer sighed, the two adventurers who were talking tilted their heads as if something was so strange.

“Is anything going on?”

“You guys, haven’t you heard any rumors going around in the guild lately?”

If it’s a rumor, they’re adventurers. This is because in order to survive, you have to have a clearer ear than anyone else. Therefore, at the word ‘rumor’ that the old adventurer brought out, the two adventurers began to rummage through the pages of their memories like librarians in a library.

“rumor? If it’s a rumor that’s a hot topic among adventurers these days…”

“…the rumors about that nameless adventurer?”

The old adventurer nodded.

“Yes, that monstrous adventurer. There are rumors that that adventurer appears in the guild wearing a black hood these days.”

The adventurer let out a laugh.

“No, well, how many adventurers are there wearing hats?”

The average adventurer’s gossip went something like this. The sound of catching floating clouds hovers around the guild and the city like fragments, and when the pieces are put together, a concrete story is born.

“I heard that adventurer uses a sword. A sword held with both hands.”

“…That’s pretty rare.”

Adventurers prefer light equipment. Or fit a certain equipment. Wearing a shield with a sword held in one hand, or carrying a bow at all. Cumbersome and ambiguous weapons such as spears and long swords not only interfered with quick actions, but also hindered them when exploring narrow places such as dungeons.

“Looks like you’re working hard even in subjugation.”

Therefore, the adventurers who listened to the story came to one conclusion. Rather than an adventurer aiming for treasure, a hero who seeks out and subdues really dangerous monsters.

“…They say he went through quite a few subjugations alone. According to rumors, he robbed the colony of monsters by himself.”

Of course, to adventurers, heroes are just one element of the joke.

“I’ll end up like those who die or become idiots trying to play heroes.”

“Isn’t that adventurer missing an arm or a leg?”

“It’s strange that they’re fine, guys like that. No, my head isn’t quite right anymore.”

They were just giggling among themselves while spitting out sounds like that.

“What will these people really do if that adventurer hears about it?”

“It’s okay since you’re talking so quietly that you can’t hear everything.”

He tried to bluff, but the adventurer turned his head away and was wary of whether the unknown person was really listening.

“If you’re going to look around like that, you’d better not talk, sir.”

At the old adventurer’s point, the adventurers who had been diligently digging pumpkin seeds became embarrassed and scratched their heads.

“No, well, if he’s that strong and promising, would he care about the whispers of criminals like us?”

“That’s right, well, they say they’re going to catch Banshee, but that mission isn’t something that can be completed in a day or two…”

Adventurers gesticulated as if making excuses.

“Well, don’t make your excuses to me, but only when you get caught by that person.”

rattle.

Even though it was so loud and loud, the sound of the door opening was clearly audible to all adventurers. Then, the first floor of the guild fell into silence in an instant.

“…woah.”

that buck

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New Black Hood.

Exquisitely, the dark shadow was cast down to the tip of the nose, and the face was barely exposed. A long sword, not easily found among adventurers, hung from his waist. A sack was placed on the shoulder of the hooded adventurer, and the tip of the sack was stained with a dark liquid.

Without making a single sound of swallowing dry saliva, the adventurers were suppressed by the force of the man who pressed down the hood.

The hooves hitting the floor of the guild made a dry thud. In front of the counter, the adventurer put the sack on the floor and faced the staff staring at him with a hard expression. The adventurers held their breath. It was the determination of not missing a word about what the adventurer in the hood would say.

“…I want to get a confirmation that the mission has been completed.”

The adventurer’s voice was cracked and hoarse. The tone, which is too faded to guess the age, adds doubt to the expressions of the adventurers who are trying to hear the voice.

“Ah yes!”

The counter staff responded in a stiff voice.

“What mission…”

The man searched in his arms without saying a word, then set a well-folded piece of paper down on the counter. The counter clerk slightly frowned at the man’s attitude, which could hardly be called friendly.

“I will check…”

However, due to the eerie prestige felt by the man, she quietly accepted the folded paper without even spitting out a displeased word.

“Let’s see.”

Just try it as a trivial mission, as if to insist, the staff said so so that everyone could hear it.

“…Subdue the banshee.”

Again, empty words returned. The employee looked up and looked at the man with a look of disbelief. Instead of answering, the man put a sack on the table.

thud!

The sack exudes a weighty presence and lands on the counter. The employee calmed down his trembling lips, stretched out his left hand forward and brought it back, and repeated. The bag, which must have been soaked in the blood of something, jutting out here and there, tilted one’s imagination to the worst side.

“this…”

The clerk touched the string that tied the sack. The staff, who had a firm expression on his face, pulled the string and untied it, as if he had made up his mind to check it soon.

“ah.”

thud.

Your head is heavier than you think.

The employee took a step back and thought so.

There was no stench. The banshee’s distinctive dark gray skin was visible. The employee was looking at the head that had fallen behind the counter with unrealistic eyes.

“…a toxic bastard.”

One of the adventurers looking at the scenery muttered. An employee picked up the fallen head and put it on top of the sack.

“Five in total.”

The staff’s voice trembled with fear. The hooded adventurer staring at the head did not move or offer any comforting words.

“Has confirmed.”

The man nodded and casually put the banshee’s head back into the bag and tied the opening with a string.

“You can take the loot to the clearing house outside the guild.”

A sack was placed over his shoulder. The man left the guild, honking his heels just as he had entered. After the man left, the guild was cluttered and silent, like a dock after a storm passed by.

The adventurer who had been complaining about the treatment of adventurers cautiously opened his mouth.

“Did you see it?”

Beside him, the adventurers who had been conversing together nodded.

“A guy like that really exists.”

Then, when silence encroached on the guild again, someone shouted and encouraged the adventurers.

“now! How long are you going to stay still and smoke nonsense? Let’s all move! Bring the mission!”

“Sifal, that bastard does that even though no one has told him to come forward.”

Even though the adventurers grumbled like that, they started to move busily again in search of their own work.

“Hey, what are you bruising about?”

Suddenly, an adventurer who was getting up from his seat touched the arm of an adventurer who was quietly looking at the guild’s doorway.

“Ah oh.”

The adventurer left a vague answer and got up from his seat with the other adventurers and started to move around. However, that gaze was still fixed on the guild’s doorway.

“…I think you’re a little shorter than I thought.”

“What does height matter, man? If it’s that strong, it’s meaningless.”

Another adventurer grabbed the scruff of the neck and began to drag the adventurer who couldn’t let go of the lingering attachment.

“…strange…”

—

“Thank you for your effort.”

The adventurer who received the heavy sack of gold coins shrugged once and turned his back and walked away. In the eyes of the clearinghouse staff, it must have seemed as if the adventurer had suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the adventurer who came to the outskirts of the city where people were rare clicked his tongue and grumbled.

“Damn it.”

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Not sure what she didn’t like, she looked down at her feet and sighed over and over again. The highway narrowed and separated the main stream from the tributary. The adventurer entered a trail that corresponds to a tributary.

Sabakin, Sabakin.

The sound of crushed soil grains and leaves breaking the harmony of the tree-shaded path. The adventurer hid between the shadows of the trees where even the trail disappeared.

The adventurer walked endlessly through the forest without roads. The forest was growing deep enough to imprison the visitor forever, but the adventurer walked confidently as if he didn’t care.

After how much longer did they walk, the adventurer finally came out of the thicket and came to a clearing with spring water. The adventurer’s eyes were on a small cabin in the middle of the clearing.

“after.”

The adventurer carefully put his fingers through the gap in the hood, took off the hood, and shook his head. Her long, light-green blond hair blew away, revealing what she had been hiding. Like a translucent curtain, between the flowing hair scattering light, pointed ears, unlike those of humans, stood up.

“Damn you son of a bitch.”

There were wrinkles between her beautiful forehead like cracks. The elf’s silky voice, which had been briefly altered in the adventurer’s guild, was distorted with irritation.

“Just try to finish this job.”

Kkuk, the sound of joints breaking from the adventurer’s clenched hands.

“I will make you a servant who will only serve Master for the rest of his life.”

Maxim’s teacher, the elf Naira, walked to the cabin like that.