The Boy Who Dreamed of Becoming a Fairy (3)
The Boy Who Dreamed of Becoming a Fairy (3)
"Monster Soul Exclusivity isn't enough?"
The long-bearded man at the front frowned. His eyes flicked to Redin, shaking his head and standing up from his seat.
"You're an insolent bastard. Even if you're gold, you're too greedy. No one will take you on such terms."
Then he left the waiting room.
There was a moment of silence afterward.
He could hear people crunching numbers in their heads and rolling their eyes.
One man opened his mouth.
"Hmmm. Is there something you want?"
"All I want is the sole rights to the Monster Soul."
"I'll guarantee you the exclusive rights to the Monster Soul, then do you want to sign with us?"
His words made the eyes around him turn to Redin.
"Is that what you think I'm worth?"
"I think you hit way over the top."
"Then. I'll have to decline."
"Well, I was expecting a gold-ranked adventurer after all these years, but you're just a little kid with a massive ego."
The man stomped out of the room.
Others shook their heads, clucked their tongues, and followed the man out the door.
Only two people remained in the waiting room.
The examiner, who was organizing the situation, and the man with the gouged out eye. After sitting still, the blind man opened his mouth.
"I'm Hedun of the Roswen Guild."
Roswen.
Redin racked his memory.
He'd never recognized the guild in the game before.
If that's the case, then Roswen's guild will be gone from here in five years, and that doesn't really matter too much to him.
All he has to do is take advantage of the situation for now.
"What can your guild do for me?"
"My guild will give you whatever you want, Sir Bahad."
"Everything?"
"Yes. Everything we can do within our capabilities."
"I don't think it's within your capabilities."
"I've been delegated full authority by the Guild Leader, so don't worry."
He looked into Hedun's eyes.
"May I ask, what kind of a person do you think I am to make such an offer?"
"Do you want me to be frank?"
"Honestly."
"When you tackle a dungeon of the Three Captain Class, you're supposed to rest and drink holy water to neutralize the demonic energy.."
Hedun looked at Redin and his lips quivered.
"Sir Bahad, for someone who has tackled dungeons of the Three Captains, you are free from the effects of demonic energy. That means you can tackle quite a number of them."
He has quite a sharp eye.
"Let's make a contract."
"The contract will be drawn up at the guild."
Hedun rose from his seat and bowed slightly.
"I will escort you to the guild."
Redin followed him out of the Guild Union.
The guild building was not far away.
The tallest building in the vicinity.
It had a sign on it that read Roswen. The building was well-maintained and clean.
"Please come in."
Hedun opened the door.
The interior of the guild came into view, as clean as the exterior, with many guild members moving in and out of the building.
There were a few advanced people among them.
After seeing this, he had a small question.
A guild of this size should be able to count themselves within the top 3 guilds in the Labyrinth City, but what happened to them to make them disappear?
"Go in here and I'll be right back with the contract."
Redin entered the room that Hedun led him to.
There was a desk and chair in a modest space. After he sat down and waited a moment, one of the guild members brought him something to drink.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No, there isn't."
Not long after the guild member left, Hedun came back in with the documents.
Sitting down, Hedun handed over the contract.
"If you look here, it clearly states that if you ask for the Monster Soul rights and whatever else you need, the guild will do their best to accommodate you."
It was written clearly.
And when he checked the guild's requirements, there wasn't much. All they asked for was the right to raid as many dungeons as possible and the right to the byproducts.
"All byproducts will be converted to money."
From his perspective, he had nothing to lose.
Still, he was curious.
"If we do this, what's left?"
"The guild leader has a lot of money, so you don't have to worry about that."
If they didn't establish the guild for the purpose of making money, then it's possible that they didn't fail but instead achieved their desired goal.
Someone with this much money to throw around.
Someone who wants something from the Labyrinth City.
Redin wondered who it could be.
Will it be one of the famous NPCs that he knows, or a new NPC that he doesn't recognize?
"The guild leader must be a great person."
"If you sign the contract I'll arrange a place for you soon."
He smiled at his words.
He signed the contract and handed it to Hedun.
Hedun chuckled softly.
"I wish you well in the future."
And with that, they shook hands.
"When will you be available to work?"
"As soon as possible. Even now, if the dungeon is ready."
"There's something I'd like to ask you to do right away."
The smile faded from Hedun's face. He looked serious and handed him a piece of paper. It was a dungeon plan.
-Discovery of a dungeon of the third level.
-Dispatched an expedition to gather information.
-Afterward, organize a raiding party based on the information and start attacking the dungeon.
-No communication for a week.
"In the dungeon. If the raiders are alive, I want you to save them."
"Understood."
He stood from his seat.
"I'll buy what I need and then head straight to the dungeon."
* * *
After stopping by the Magic Shop to replenish the scrolls he had used up, he made his way to the tavern where he met the swordswoman.
Once inside, the owner welcomed him warmly.
"Welcome, what can I get you?" he asked.
"Didn't the last lady who left with me last time come?"
"Oh, her. She said she had to work, but wait a minute."
The owner went to the counter and brought back a note.
"She said to give this to you."
He opened the note and read the message.
-Don't be in a hurry. And walk with deep thought.
It burned a little.
Today, when he sees her, he's going to ask her what to do about impatience. Indeed, it turns out the title of sword master isn't just for show.
'Heh.'
Seeing the words "don't rush" directly from the sword maiden made him feel a little less impatient about his swordsmanship.
Redin relaxed and read the rest of the content.
-Take care of Rebecca.
It seems she knew about him.
It wasn't that surprising.
If she had met Rebecca, she would have heard about him.
"Do you want to get something to eat? I'll give you a free snack since you're a winner."
"No, I'm in a hurry. Can I borrow some paper and a pen?"
If she left in such a hurry.
It must be because of the events in the Adrian Kingdom. It seems he won't be seeing her again for a while.
Skkrr
The payment for enlightenment was included in the note.
"Tell her when she comes back."
Handing the note to the tavern owner, he exited the tavern and headed for the dungeon. By the time he reached the dungeon in the north.
Redin noticed a sense of intrigue in the air.
As he entered the dungeon, he noticed that several cloaked figures were closing the distance and slowly approaching him.
He had no idea what they were doing.
It would have been cleaner to drag them inside the dungeon rather than deal with them outside.
Ignoring them, he made his way deeper into the labyrinth.
* * *
A labyrinth where one cannot make out a single thing.
Unless you have light magic or tools, one may find themselves caught in an unknown dungeon along the way.
A man wearing a hood.
Cadrick's years of experience had taught him to find his way in the darkness. He walked calmly.
He spied his target from a distance.
Woong!
When he saw a new member of Roswen's guild enter the dungeon, he exclaimed in a loud voice.
"The target has entered the dungeon."
And then the labyrinth brightened.
A group of hooded men rushed in, using flashlights to light the way.
A variety of tools and weapons in their hands.
They were mercenaries, specialized killers who would kill for a price, and they would do it without batting an eye.
"How much did the guy who got in this time pay?"
"Five silver pieces."
"Shit. My mouth is watering. Let's kill him and go get a drink."
Cadrick grinned at his co-workers' comments.
"They said they'll keep giving us work, so let's make sure we make good on it."
"All right, let's go!"
"Let's just do what everyone else is doing."
They stood in front of the labyrinth and waited for a while. Most adventurers look around when they enter a dungeon.
So, they had to wait for a moment before entering.
Approximately 10 minutes to check out the dungeon and leave to explore. Having waited long enough, Cadrick tightened his grip on his axe hilt.
"You ready?"
"My body is aching."
"Let's go, you slug."
Whoosh.
"Let's go have some fun!"
Cadrick gripped his axe tightly and strode into the dungeon. His vision inverted and darkened, then returned to normal a moment later.
A forest shrouded in fog.
Cadrick gritted his teeth as he saw his target standing directly in front of him. If he was waiting like this, it meant he knew he was being followed.
"Bastard."
But it doesn't matter.
The reason he's in the lead is because of the stun enchantment on his axe. There are some who won't move away after ten minutes like this.
"Look, asshole!"
White light burst from the axe.
Cadrick continued to run and hurled his axe at the target in front of him, a new member of Roswen's guild, Bahad.
Crack!
The sound of something breaking made the corner of Cadrick's mouth turn up. The axe must have hit one of his limbs.
Thwack.
The next moment, he felt pain in his arm. Cadrick looked at his arm, hoping for answers, and it snapped into a memory.
"Ah..?"
It was like his brain had malfunctioned.
Before he could process what was happening, pain shot through his body.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
"What the hell!"
"Cadrick!"
The late arrivals in the labyrinth realized what was happening and rushed at Bahad, throwing everything they had at him, including their weapons and the magical tools they had been given.
Boom!
A giant pit formed beneath Bahad, and lightning struck from the sky as he hit the ground.
A large amount of magic poured into the hole.
Boom!, Boom!
As if that weren't enough, they hurled all the spears and arrows they could muster.
A thick cloud of dust rose.
"I guess this is enough to make him dead, right?"
"Everyone I've ever encountered has died, so why should this one be any different? Open the door and let's get out of here."
"At least we should confirm that he's really dead."
The man approached the pit.
Something snapped, and the man's head tumbled into the pit.
"Shit! He's still alive!"
But there was no more chance.
Rising from the pit, Bahad swept across the battlefield. The mercenaries didn't put up a fight, and they were all dead.
Except for Cadrick, who writhed in agony.
Grunt.
Bahad walked over to Cadrick.
He rolled him to face the sky, then placed a foot on his chest and gave him a little push.
"C'mon... sa... help me...."
"What asshole sent you?"
"That... that...."
"Never mind. I'll just check it out."
Swish!