Fourth Calamity

After calming everyone down, the receptionist continued registering Mel Carlo.

"May I ask your name?"

"..."

Mel hesitated slightly. Should he use his real name?

He would have to try it first to know. Even if he gave a fake name, the person in front of him might not be able to tell.

It should be fine as long as he did not give his full name. Just Mel—there were so many people named Mel in this world.

"Mel."

"Alright, Mel. Your skill is Flying Blade, and your class is Thief."

"Mm, that works." Mel nodded lightly. Just as he had expected, there was no need to reveal his real name. After all, famous adventurers generally had other titles.

After registering everything one by one, the receptionist reminded him, "You can choose an impressive title, and the Guild will record it for you. But think it through carefully. Changing it later may be troublesome."

The others were watching as well, curious what kind of title this kid would choose. In this line of work, you needed a resounding title. Once you became famous by taking on jobs, wealthy people might even request you by name.

At this age, they would probably choose titles like Hero or King, or perhaps something Killer. The people in the hall immediately started placing bets. Half bet on Hero or King, while the other half bet on Killer. How cruel.

Those who roamed the world needed a title. Besides ones they chose for themselves, some titles were bestowed by others upon adventurers who had performed exceptionally well on missions.

What kind of title should I choose?

Goblin Slayer? No, I can't take on goblins yet.

Slime Killer? No, anything with "Killer" in it always sounds a little childish.

Adventurer, Seven Years Old? It might work as an online username, but this is a world of adventurers.

It had to be imposing and memorable. Gamer?

He seemed to have fallen into the struggle of naming himself again. There was no random option here, either.

"Little brother..." As far as the receptionist was concerned, any name was fine as long as it was not something forbidden like Demon King.

"That's it, Fourth Calamity!" Mel Carlo finally thought of it. It rolled off the tongue, sounded imposing enough, and had no limitations whatsoever.

As a player, he should be the Fourth Calamity!

The moment they heard that title, everyone who had been betting fell silent. How should they put it? It sounded incredibly cool.

"Oh! Could this kid be some remarkable big shot?" A man laughed as he raised his cup. He had to admit, the title suited his tastes perfectly. Why had he never thought of it back then?

"Alright, Fourth Calamity. Your registration is now complete. The Guild has some missions available, but with your current adventurer rank, you can only accept Bronze-rank missions."

"Thank you."

Once his registration was complete, Mel prepared to leave. He still needed to find an inn where he could stay long-term. He only had one silver coin left, so he had to spend it carefully.

"Hey, brat Mel." A middle-aged man who had been drinking suddenly called out to him. He wore a fur coat and carried a greatsword on his back. His square face looked indescribably honest.

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"Do you need something?"

"No, I just think your title is cool. Did you really pass the adventurer test? This isn't something to joke about. If you're not careful, you could lose your life."

"Thank you all for your concern. I won't joke around with my own life." Mel Carlo bowed to everyone in the Guild hall, then turned and left the Adventurer's Guild.

From what he had observed just now, the atmosphere in this Guild was quite good. Everyone got along well, without that aggressive, overbearing attitude. Although they liked making fun of children, most of them did not mean any harm.

If possible, he should try to get along with them. Perhaps there would be someone in this Adventurer's Guild who could help him.

After leaving the Guild hall, he finally felt a little cold. Since he had been outside the whole time before, he had not noticed how cold the weather was. At least it was far more comfortable than the imperial capital in the north.

Not far from the Adventurer's Guild were many adventurer inns, most of which offered long-term stays. There should be cheaper rental housing as well, but Mel Carlo had only just arrived and could not find out about it yet.

He entered an inn.

A middle-aged woman with a scarf wrapped around her head received Mel.

"Little brother, are you here to stay the night or eat?"

"How much would a long-term stay cost?"

"A regular room costs ten Oren a day, but the bed is covered with straw. A cotton bed costs twenty Oren a day, while a velvet bed costs thirty Oren a day. For long-term stays, it depends on how long you plan to stay." The woman held a basin under one arm and wiped the tabletop with a rag in her other hand.

"If possible, I'd like to stay here for several years." Mel Carlo did not intend to haggle further. He needed a base price; he was a stable source of business.

"Then I'll charge you for a regular room. One hundred Oren a month. The other rooms cost double their usual rates. If you plan to stay for years, I can treat it as renting the room to you. I can charge only one thousand Oren per year, but you'll need to pay it all at once. If you can't, then you can only rent by the month, which will cost twelve hundred Oren a year." The woman looked Mel Carlo over. A child like him renting a room—there should be adults with him, right?

"Alright. I'll rent a regular room for one month first." Mel Carlo said no more. This was two-thirds cheaper than paying day by day.

He had looked at the surrounding inns as well. They were all more or less the same, but this one seemed cleaner and tidier, which was why he chose it.

Next, he needed to find a way to earn money for rent. Food was not a concern. Calculated by the day, it seemed rather cheap, but if he had to pay by the year, he truly could not suddenly come up with such a large sum of money.

If he had not given Freli the money as promised, he would still have at least fifteen hundred Oren on him now, enough that he would not need to worry about rent for an entire year.

But he had to keep his word. He had not thought that matter through carefully enough, so he could not blame anyone else. People had to bear the consequences of their own choices.

Still, Mr. Freli was truly an outstanding merchant. Why could someone like him not sell his goods?

"There are vacant rooms on both the first and second floors. Would you like to take a look?"

"Yes, please let me see them."

After carefully inspecting the rooms on both floors, he still chose one on the second floor. Although the second floor had wooden flooring and was unsuitable for jumping around, the first floor would likely become quite damp in humid weather.

"I'll take this room." Mel stopped at a room on the second floor and took out the last silver coin on him to pay the rent.

Good thing he had asked about long-term stays beforehand. Otherwise, one hundred Oren would only have been enough for ten days. Now that he had become an adventurer, he could try accepting missions to earn some rewards.

After a tiring day, his body did not want to move at all. He only wanted to lie on the bed and rest.

"Alright, this room it is. I'll bring you a blanket in a moment."

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