Zack opened the doors of the adventurer's guild and observed the atmosphere around him.
This was the first time he entered a guild, so he didn't quite know what to expect. Based on rumors, and what he read, he imagined that the guild would be full of tough guys looking for ways to make money and form groups to delve into the dungeon, seeking to reach level 100.
It must be said that he was a little disappointed by what he saw upon entering.
The interior of the building looks more like a tavern than a guild. Multiple people were laughing and drinking beer, while scantily clad waitresses approached the tables to bring food. At the back was a counter where receptionists were serving a long line of people.
To be honest, it seemed to be a bar and not a guild. Some clients didn't even look like mercenaries, but rather residents who lived or worked nearby.
Zack stood in one of the lines and waited for one of the receptionists to answer his questions. After ten minutes of waiting, it was his turn.
When he told the receptionist, he wasn't interested in signing up, she lost interest. Still, she was able to answer Zack's questions.
The city dungeon is under the control of the mercenary guild. If someone wants to enter it, they not only have to enroll in the guild but also rise to the appropriate rank.
The dungeons are classified according to the letters D, C, B, A, S, and SS. The mercenary guild system also has a similar ranking.
All people who register with the guild start at rank E, and as they complete orders for the guild, their rank increases.
If you want to enter a D-rank dungeon, you need to be a D-rank mercenary. The same goes for the rest of the dungeons.
Furthermore, if you want to raise your rank, it is not only necessary to have a record of orders placed. You must also have the corresponding strength. This is measured in your class tier. Tier 1 classes can only access D, and C rank dungeons; Tier 2 classes can access B and A rank dungeons, and Tier 3 classes can access S, and SS rank dungeons.
Of course, this is in theory. Zack doesn't believe the rulers of the territories where the dungeons are located will let anyone enter.
To his left is a board where people put requests. Mercenaries can select the requests they wish to make. Once fulfilled, they will receive a reward specified by the client, except for a part the guild retains to act as an intermediary.
Upon hearing that they needed to check your status to register, Zack also lost interest in the conversation. However, there is one thing that caught his attention. Although he cannot accept requests, he can publish them. If at any time he needs to collect materials in the wild or the dungeon, Zack can make a request to the guild, and they will take care of delivering it.
Unfortunately, commissioning requests from the guild costs money that he does not have, but it is an alternative to take into account in the future.
Even so, he is pretty sure he´ll not come here often unless there is something extraordinary happening.
Seeing that he had nothing else to do here, Zack discreetly left the building.
Now, his priority was making money. If he is going to stay in this place for some time, it is imperative to have a source of income. It is not likely ill people will come to his house every day. He needs a new source of income. His plan to accept requests in the mercenary guild is history.
As he was walking towards the town´s exit, his eyes passed by one of the shops that sell potions and herbs.
The idea of selling balms, ointments, and salves to the mercenaries appeared in his head. Some recipes in the late doctor's notebook were very efficient in healing wounds and disinfecting them. If he manages to gather the necessary materials, it would be no problem to sell it to a shop or guild to earn some money.
Zack went into the pharmacy to buy herbs. Within five minutes, Zack was rushing out the door without stopping.
(Two silver coins for a silver lily. That salesman must have the thief class) Zack thought angryly as he left the place. All the herbs were overpriced. They weren't even rare herbs. Most can be collected in the nearby forests.
With no other alternative, Zack decided he would collect his own herbs. No, he decided he would plant his own herbs. So that he doesn't need to come back to this place to be robbed.
After searching a bit more, he decided to come back to his house.
That was enough exploration. Without more ideas and without money, he couldn't do anything else.
Just as he was about to return to his house, he smelled a familiar smell.
Growl
Hearing the sounds of his stomach, Zack decided to stay a little longer.
(Anyway, I don't have anything important to do at home. It's better to see if there's anything new in men- no, it's better to find out if something has happened since yesterday) Zack thought shamelessly as he headed towards the source of the smell. He had already recognized the smell, there was only one place it could come from.
Zack opened the door of the inn where he stayed yesterday.
"Welcome. Ohh. If it is our new doctor. To what do I owe this visit?” asked Harry, the innkeeper, as he watched him enter the inn.
“The news is flying from what I see” Zack said with a somewhat uneasy smile. The fact that all the people he has seen know something that happened yesterday afternoon is something that would never happen in his world.
“Hahaha. It is normal. There isn't usually such exciting news every day. How can I help?"
“The truth is that I was passing through the area, and I got hungry so I thought I would stop and say hello”
Hearing what he had said, the innkeeper's smile became more pronounced.
“Ahhh. I see you can't resist our delights. Don't worry, we'll feed you well"
“Sarah, prepare a table for the new doctor!!” Harry shouted from the reception.
"Coming!" A voice answered from the dining room.
“It will be in a minute. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“The truth is that because of everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't come and sleep here. I was asking myself if-
“No refunds” Harry cut him quickly with the same smile.
…
When Zack sat down, a waitress with orange hair, different from the last one, approached him.
“So you're the new doctor? “You don't look like much” the waitress said rudely.
"Yes, it's me. My name is Matthew” she said with an awkward smile. Under other circumstances, he would have been offended, but it's really hard to get angry when you're told you don't look like a doctor if you're not actually a doctor.
"Hmm. Anyway, what are you going to eat, doctor?” the waitress asked.
"What do you recommend me?" At first, she was thinking of ordering the same thing as yesterday, but he was curious to see what was on the menu. He wouldn't mind coming here frequently if the other dishes were just as good.
“Let me think” the waitress said, scratching her head as she tried to remember.
“We have stuffed pork, chicken legs, mushroom soup, meatloaf, mutton, salad, bread and cheese, and fish.”
"Hmm. Mutton for me, what's to drink?”
"Beer"
…
..
.
“Is there anything else besides beer?” Zack and the waitress stared at each other for a few seconds until Zack asked.
“No,” the waitress responded without saying anything else.
Silence appeared between them again.
“Cough. Then only the mutton”
“Coming” After saying this, the waitress left the embarrassed Zack behind, and she went to serve other customers.
It was still a little early, and people were busy at this time, so there weren't many patrons. Before he knew it, the food was on the table.
The appearance was quite good, giving it an appetizing appearance. Zack was eager to sink his teeth into it… if it weren't for the looks he was receiving from the waitress.
(Seriously, what is going on with this world? Is it normal for waiters to stare at you while you eat?) He mentally complained.
Seeing that the girl was still looking at him, Zack lowered the cutlery and looked at the waitress somewhat annoyed. "I can help you with something?"
…
..
.
“You're not like us. What's someone like you doing in a small town like this?” the waitress said suddenly.
Of all the things he was hoping to hear, this one was definitely not on the list.
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Zack opened the doors of the adventurer's guild and observed the atmosphere around him.
This was the first time he entered a guild, so he didn't quite know what to expect. Based on rumors, and what he read, he imagined that the guild would be full of tough guys looking for ways to make money and form groups to delve into the dungeon, seeking to reach level 100.
It must be said that he was a little disappointed by what he saw upon entering.
The interior of the building looks more like a tavern than a guild. Multiple people were laughing and drinking beer, while scantily clad waitresses approached the tables to bring food. At the back was a counter where receptionists were serving a long line of people.
To be honest, it seemed to be a bar and not a guild. Some clients didn't even look like mercenaries, but rather residents who lived or worked nearby.
Zack stood in one of the lines and waited for one of the receptionists to answer his questions. After ten minutes of waiting, it was his turn.
When he told the receptionist, he wasn't interested in signing up, she lost interest. Still, she was able to answer Zack's questions.
The city dungeon is under the control of the mercenary guild. If someone wants to enter it, they not only have to enroll in the guild but also rise to the appropriate rank.
The dungeons are classified according to the letters D, C, B, A, S, and SS. The mercenary guild system also has a similar ranking.
All people who register with the guild start at rank E, and as they complete orders for the guild, their rank increases.
If you want to enter a D-rank dungeon, you need to be a D-rank mercenary. The same goes for the rest of the dungeons.
Furthermore, if you want to raise your rank, it is not only necessary to have a record of orders placed. You must also have the corresponding strength. This is measured in your class tier. Tier 1 classes can only access D, and C rank dungeons; Tier 2 classes can access B and A rank dungeons, and Tier 3 classes can access S, and SS rank dungeons.
Of course, this is in theory. Zack doesn't believe the rulers of the territories where the dungeons are located will let anyone enter.
To his left is a board where people put requests. Mercenaries can select the requests they wish to make. Once fulfilled, they will receive a reward specified by the client, except for a part the guild retains to act as an intermediary.
Upon hearing that they needed to check your status to register, Zack also lost interest in the conversation. However, there is one thing that caught his attention. Although he cannot accept requests, he can publish them. If at any time he needs to collect materials in the wild or the dungeon, Zack can make a request to the guild, and they will take care of delivering it.
Unfortunately, commissioning requests from the guild costs money that he does not have, but it is an alternative to take into account in the future.
Even so, he is pretty sure he´ll not come here often unless there is something extraordinary happening.
Seeing that he had nothing else to do here, Zack discreetly left the building.
Now, his priority was making money. If he is going to stay in this place for some time, it is imperative to have a source of income. It is not likely ill people will come to his house every day. He needs a new source of income. His plan to accept requests in the mercenary guild is history.
As he was walking towards the town´s exit, his eyes passed by one of the shops that sell potions and herbs.
The idea of selling balms, ointments, and salves to the mercenaries appeared in his head. Some recipes in the late doctor's notebook were very efficient in healing wounds and disinfecting them. If he manages to gather the necessary materials, it would be no problem to sell it to a shop or guild to earn some money.
Zack went into the pharmacy to buy herbs. Within five minutes, Zack was rushing out the door without stopping.
(Two silver coins for a silver lily. That salesman must have the thief class) Zack thought angryly as he left the place. All the herbs were overpriced. They weren't even rare herbs. Most can be collected in the nearby forests.
With no other alternative, Zack decided he would collect his own herbs. No, he decided he would plant his own herbs. So that he doesn't need to come back to this place to be robbed.
After searching a bit more, he decided to come back to his house.
That was enough exploration. Without more ideas and without money, he couldn't do anything else.
Just as he was about to return to his house, he smelled a familiar smell.
Growl
Hearing the sounds of his stomach, Zack decided to stay a little longer.
(Anyway, I don't have anything important to do at home. It's better to see if there's anything new in men- no, it's better to find out if something has happened since yesterday) Zack thought shamelessly as he headed towards the source of the smell. He had already recognized the smell, there was only one place it could come from.
Zack opened the door of the inn where he stayed yesterday.
"Welcome. Ohh. If it is our new doctor. To what do I owe this visit?” asked Harry, the innkeeper, as he watched him enter the inn.
“The news is flying from what I see” Zack said with a somewhat uneasy smile. The fact that all the people he has seen know something that happened yesterday afternoon is something that would never happen in his world.
“Hahaha. It is normal. There isn't usually such exciting news every day. How can I help?"
“The truth is that I was passing through the area, and I got hungry so I thought I would stop and say hello”
Hearing what he had said, the innkeeper's smile became more pronounced.
“Ahhh. I see you can't resist our delights. Don't worry, we'll feed you well"
“Sarah, prepare a table for the new doctor!!” Harry shouted from the reception.
"Coming!" A voice answered from the dining room.
“It will be in a minute. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“The truth is that because of everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't come and sleep here. I was asking myself if-
“No refunds” Harry cut him quickly with the same smile.
…
When Zack sat down, a waitress with orange hair, different from the last one, approached him.
“So you're the new doctor? “You don't look like much” the waitress said rudely.
"Yes, it's me. My name is Matthew” she said with an awkward smile. Under other circumstances, he would have been offended, but it's really hard to get angry when you're told you don't look like a doctor if you're not actually a doctor.
"Hmm. Anyway, what are you going to eat, doctor?” the waitress asked.
"What do you recommend me?" At first, she was thinking of ordering the same thing as yesterday, but he was curious to see what was on the menu. He wouldn't mind coming here frequently if the other dishes were just as good.
“Let me think” the waitress said, scratching her head as she tried to remember.
“We have stuffed pork, chicken legs, mushroom soup, meatloaf, mutton, salad, bread and cheese, and fish.”
"Hmm. Mutton for me, what's to drink?”
"Beer"
…
..
.
“Is there anything else besides beer?” Zack and the waitress stared at each other for a few seconds until Zack asked.
“No,” the waitress responded without saying anything else.
Silence appeared between them again.
“Cough. Then only the mutton”
“Coming” After saying this, the waitress left the embarrassed Zack behind, and she went to serve other customers.
It was still a little early, and people were busy at this time, so there weren't many patrons. Before he knew it, the food was on the table.
The appearance was quite good, giving it an appetizing appearance. Zack was eager to sink his teeth into it… if it weren't for the looks he was receiving from the waitress.
(Seriously, what is going on with this world? Is it normal for waiters to stare at you while you eat?) He mentally complained.
Seeing that the girl was still looking at him, Zack lowered the cutlery and looked at the waitress somewhat annoyed. "I can help you with something?"
…
..
.
“You're not like us. What's someone like you doing in a small town like this?” the waitress said suddenly.
Of all the things he was hoping to hear, this one was definitely not on the list.
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