The Transmigrated Professor

Chapter 64: Renting a House

As the elevator opened on the third floor of The Pack building, Ray and the others found themselves in a space styled similarly to the ground floor, with a medieval theme.

The same wooden tables lined the wall in a single row, with the reception desk at the opposite end.

Most tables were occupied by bored mercenaries, either gambling or scrolling through reels while the receptionist called out numbers.

Beside the elevator, a guard approached them. He wore a standard blue security uniform, complete with a walkie-talkie.

Izzy scratched her head. "I'm confused... Did medieval times have walkie-talkies too?" she asked, staring at the guard, who looked out of place in the room.

"Here is your number. Please wait in the seating area until the receptionist calls you," the guard said stoically, handing them a yellow card with the number 2004 printed in large red letters.

Having done his job, the guard returned to his post beside the tables, watching for any signs of trouble among the new mercenaries.

"I guess grumpy guards and waiting in lines are universal in any era," Rohan shrugged at Izzy's earlier question as they headed to the only empty table.

With a long wait ahead, considering the number of mercenaries hanging around, Rohan pulled up a game on his smartwatch. Intrigued, Izzy and Mike watched over his shoulder.

Jacob, however, joined a group of mercenaries playing cards.

"Didn't you need to gather information? I can help with that much," the old priest said when Ray tried to stop him.

"True, but these mercenaries are dangerous. I can't leave you like that."

Jacob chuckled at Ray's concerns. "Mercenaries? Oh, please. They are children compared to the ones I faced during the Catastrophe. Don't worry. You've been tense since you arrived—just relax."

Jacob wasn't wrong in saying he was too tense. Wolfsbane, after all, was an area that didn't follow the laws of the Main Continent.

However, it didn't hurt to rest now. There was a lot left to be done.

"Let's just hope he doesn't gamble away all the money I gave him," Ray thought.

Previously, when Jacob asked Ray for money to buy parts for his laptop, Ray had opened a bank account in Jacob's name and given him full access to it.

Ray wasn't short on funds, but he had an aversion to gambling, a habit from his not-so-wealthy previous life.

But from what he had seen, Jacob was careful with money, so he wasn't too worried. But he still hoped the old man wouldn't spend too much just to obtain the meager information these grunts had.

Unlike downstairs, there wasn't much information to gather here since most mercenaries on this floor were first-timers on the Island.

So, instead of talking to the mercenaries, Ray decided to look around.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much to see.

Whenever a mercenary protested the long wait, the guard would release his A-Rank aura, forcing them to sit down.

'Man, I wanted to see some mercenary fights like in those medieval novels,' Ray thought, his otaku side emerging.

Though Ray usually acted maturely while looking after the minors in his care, his nerdy side showed up at the most unexpected times, like now.

So he turned to exploring the medieval-inspired decor of the floor.

The walls were made of large, brown stones, while dark wooden boards lined the floors. The windows were much smaller than modern ones, and the entire floor was lit by kerosene lamps.