The adventurer's guild is a common building across cities where people with talent can register and become adventurers that do many quests given to the guilds that adventurers can do and gain rewards for completing them. Like always the adventure guild was noisy. While it was a guild building people could also buy food and drinks here if they wanted to relax while discussing things with their parties.
The guild entrance door opened the door with it being a saloon door. The one entering was a tall man wearing a coat that was just black no other calling it was unnaturally black like an abyss when people stared too long at his coat, they would feel like something would stare at them back. The man walked to the reception desk and the receptionist looked at the man and he pushed his glasses up and smiled.
>>Seems you are back again from the mission. << he spoke casually as he grabbed papers from a drawer and a pen that was coated in a gold sheet.
The man opened his coat with his left hand and with his right hand went in there. What he pulled out were the hands of 22 goblins and left them on the desk. Some fell to the ground as they did not fit on the desk. The receptionist was not surprised by it and that was something all adventurers had to do to show that the mission they accepted had been cleared. He grabbed the head examining it and looking at the wounds on the head and the way it got cut.
>>It does seem to fit the description of the goblins that the mission had<< he then put the head back on his desk making sure it stands there in a corner. He would fill out the papers on the desk and start writing on them using magic words created on top of the paper with the pen. The process of finishing it took the receptionist only a few minutes. He signed the papers and the papers burned to ashes leaving nothing behind the fire that the papers burned did not spread to any other wooden things instead burning only the papers alone.
He took out a bag and handed it to the man. The man grabbed it and nodded, speaking with a quiet voice. "Thank you" he said the word but did not mean the words he said there was no emotion behind these emotions like a man that has given up on everything.
>>No problem, Jack you do a lot of the work for us<< he said with a smile waving Jack away.
>>Still as good as ever, eh? << one of the adventures said to Jack sitting nearby. Jack did not mind him and started to walk to leave the building.
>>You know how he can hunt down monsters thanks to his skills<< a member of the adventurer said.
>>But he still is an F-rank, isn't he? << a magician from another party spoke aloud. Jack was a bit famous, but he was famous for being an adventurer doing solo missions and not ranking up even though he should. Jack left the guild holding the bag in there, he did not bother looking into it, he knew the guild well enough that they would not pay him any less, he went around the open market buying some fruits and bakery. Jack had a dark presence around him, but it was common; his class was a dark magician.
>>Hey Jack, can you come later? I need you for a small request. << a man asked as he handed Jack the pieces of bread he asked for.
>>Sure Mr. Clink<< Jack replied also giving a slight nod to him.
The relationship that Jack had with the locals was good, the place he lived in was not a big place but a small village with only 2000 residents living there permanently. This is why it is called a small village even though in total more than 40 000 people are living here in inns or other similar places. Jack went to the house he lived in. The house was a small one, the size is well small in this world because people tend to have many children here, but for Jack it was big.
The house size was close to 300 square meters, which was more than he would have ever lived in. Jack may call it his house, but it was more like an apartment in this world. He saw actual small houses here which were maybe twice or thrice the size. He put the groceries on the table and took a seat. >>After I finish eating, I better go to Mr.
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Man of Misfortune
FantasyA story about a man whose desire of living had long died with death following where ever he goes. No matter what the man did death was after him with the forces of above watching over the man. (This is a more of my bad stories that I had made but th...
