A Day in the Life of a Master (Part 1)

Oh, the entire commission is yours; you don't need to worry about that.

As if remembering something, Galan added.

He could vaguely sense that Amber's expression had relaxed slightly. Thinking about it this way, it made sense that spending time training herself and making money wouldn't conflict, and her mental burden would be much lighter.

However, it would be inappropriate for her to say such things herself, so Galan didn't want to put her in a difficult position.

After settling some matters and chatting for a while, Galan rubbed his mouth, which had just finished breakfast, and then led Amber toward the Adventurers Guild.

"The Subjugation Request [Red Mirror Dragon] requires... the next one, the next one, this one is definitely not an option."

"[Imperial Prison Dragon]? Do they even have quests for monsters of this level? Serie's gotta deal with this herself... Even if Himmel and the others came, they'd have to be on their guard and prepared."

"Wow, are the association's commissions really this outrageous?"

Arriving at the crowded Adventurers Guild's quest hall, Galan looked at the various quests displayed on the walls and immediately felt a bit overwhelmed.

Looking at the monsters listed in the quests, many of whom were familiar faces, he couldn't help but sigh. If he had become an adventurer earlier, he probably would have lived a more comfortable life back then.

However, one thing is one thing. So far, he hasn't seen any commissions that he can use for his teaching. The biggest problem is that the difficulty of the commissions varies wildly. Some are outrageous, like asking people to hunt down the [Imperial Prison Dragon]. That thing is a dragon that can rival some great Demons. What's the difference between sending adventurers to hunt it and sending them to their deaths?

Even seasoned Mages or skilled warriors would usually choose to avoid a monster of this level.

The task could be as simple as just asking someone to get rid of the Magic-Eating Rats in the fields; these monsters aren't very dangerous.

The only problem is that they are extremely numerous and like to damage crops, usually appearing near farms.

Because their danger level is not very high, they are often the first choice for novice adventurers. However, as the risk assessment of these tasks has been declining, the rewards for them are pitifully low, sometimes only a few copper coins. This has led to fewer and fewer adventurers being willing to take on these tasks, since there are quite a few Magic-Eating Rats and it takes a lot of time to clear them out.

In conclusion, none of the above types meet Galan's selection criteria.

He frowned, scanning the quest lists one by one like a middle-aged woman picking out fresh vegetables at a market, examining each item carefully. The adventurers nearby thought he was a novice, unsure which quest to choose. A burly, rugged man approached the quest panel, noticing Galan engrossed in studying the monster information on the quests. He rolled his eyes dismissively at the brat. "Didn't you see all those quests for Magic-Eating Rats over there? You don't have a strong Mana aura. Are you a warrior? But someone like you is best suited to help the guild deal with those trash quests."

Although his words were harsh, they weren't entirely unfounded. After all, Galan was used to disguising himself quite well, so even if he showed signs of training, it was hard for others to notice. In addition, he wasn't very tall, and when his back was to the big man, he looked even smaller, seemingly no different from an ordinary person, which made it easy for others to underestimate him.

However, this was also a great advantage for him when facing his prey in the past. Often, his opponents would underestimate his strength based on their first impressions, which would allow him to easily behead them.

Upon hearing his words, a shifty-eyed man standing next to the uncle, who seemed to be his henchman, also laughed in agreement.

"You brat! Didn't you hear my brother talking to you? Get out of our way and don't waste our time. My brother's off to handle an A-level case."

Seeing that Galan remained unresponsive, still engrossed in studying the commission form, he felt ignored and, enraged, stepped forward to grab Galan's shoulder and pull him away.

"You! How can you be so unreasonable! This is the association, how can you cause trouble like this!"

Amber, who was waiting for Galan not far away, also noticed what was happening. She immediately ran over to support Galan, but when she saw the [A]-rank adventurer medal issued by the association hanging on the chest of the burly man, she was stunned and her hand froze.

Amber hadn't expected that this seemingly arrogant and unruly man was actually an elite adventurer of rank [A].

In the Adventurers Guild's ranking system, only the [S] rank is above [A], and below that are [B], [C], and [D].

Third class.

While the gap between [C] and [D] rank adventurers isn't that large—basically any novice adventurer who's done some simple quests can rise from [D] to [C]—rising from [B] to [A] is extremely difficult.

To achieve this leap, one must possess the ability to independently resolve an A-rank quest, which is why Amber has remained a [B]-rank adventurer.

Furthermore, the quest concerning the [Imperial Prison Dragon] that Galan had previously seen had already been classified as an SS-rank quest by the association. This is why no one has dared to or been able to accept this quest. Even some blindly confident adventurers who have no knowledge of the [Imperial Prison Dragon] dare not claim that they are stronger than S-rank adventurers, let alone an SS-rank quest that even S-rank adventurers cannot handle.

The moment Amber was stunned by the burly man's [A]-rank adventurer status, and just as his underling's hand was about to touch Galan's shoulder, he had already planned how to humiliate this deaf newcomer in front of him, making him lose face in front of him to vent his anger.

Who told this kid to ignore them earlier? Whether it was unintentional or intentional, we're going to teach him a lesson today!

The burly man simply stood behind him, watching coldly as his underlings acted with impunity.