Fourth Calamity

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

"What is your name?"

"..." Mel hesitated slightly, wondering if he should use his real name.

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

It should be fine if he didn't give his full name. Just calling himself Mel, there were so many people named Mel in this world.

"Mel."

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

"Mhm, that's fine." Mel nodded lightly. It was as he expected; he didn't need to state his real name. After all, famous adventurers usually had other titles.

After registering everything one by one, the receptionist reminded him, "You can choose a catchy title, and the guild will record it for you. However, you should think carefully, as changing it later might be very troublesome."

The others were also watching, curious to see what title the kid would choose. After all, people in this line of work needed a catchy title. If they became famous from taking on quests, they would even get exclusive missions from wealthy clients.

Most people his age would probably choose titles like "Brave Warrior" or "Great King," or perhaps "Assassin." The people in the hall immediately started taking bets, half betting on "Brave Warrior" or "Great King," and the other half on "Assassin" or "Cruel."

When venturing out, one needed a title. Besides self-proclaimed titles, some were bestowed upon outstanding adventurers by others for their exceptional quest completions.

"What title should I choose?"

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

Slime Slayer? No, any kind of slayer sounds a bit childish.

Adventurer Seven? If it were an online username, it might be okay, but this is the world of adventurers.

It needs to be imposing and catchy. Gamer?

He seemed to be caught in the dilemma of choosing a name again. There wasn't even a random option.

"Little brother..." For the receptionist, as long as it wasn't a forbidden title like "Demon King" or something similar.

"Right, the Fourth Calamity!" Mel Carlo finally thought of it. It sounded catchy and was imposing enough, without any limitations.

As a player, he should be the Fourth Calamity!

The moment they heard this title, everyone who had been betting fell silent. How to put it? It felt like a really cool title.

"Oh! Could this kid be an extraordinary adult?" A man chuckled, raising his wine glass. He had to admit, this title suited his taste perfectly. Why hadn't he thought of this title back in the day?

"Alright, Fourth Calamity. You've been fully registered. There are some quests in the guild, but with your current adventurer Level, you can only take Bronze-rank quests."

"Thank you."

After completing the registration, Mel prepared to leave. He now needed to find a place for long-term lodging. He had only one silver coin left, and he had to spend it wisely.

"Hey, little brat Mel." An uncle who was drinking suddenly called out to Mel. He wore a fur coat and carried a greatsword on his back. His square face exuded an honest demeanor.

"Is there something you need?"

"No, I just thought your title was really cool. You really passed the adventurer test. This kind of thing is no joke; you could lose your life if you're not careful."

"Thank you all for your concern. I won't joke about my life." Mel Carlo bowed to everyone in the guild hall and then turned to leave the Adventurer's Guild.

From his observations, the atmosphere in this guild was very good, and the people within the guild got along harmoniously. There was no aggressive attitude. Although they liked to tease children, most people didn't have malicious intentions.

If possible, he should try to maintain good relationships. Perhaps in this Adventurer's Guild, there would be people who could help him.

Walking out of the guild hall, he finally felt the cold. Before, because he had been outside, he hadn't felt the weather was that cold. At least it was much more comfortable than the Imperial City in the north.

Not far from the Adventurer's Guild, there were many adventurer inns, most of which offered long-term stay services. However, he figured there might be cheaper rentals, but Mel Carlo had just arrived and couldn't gather that information yet.

He walked into an inn.

A middle-aged woman with a turban wrapped around her head greeted Mel.

"Little boy, are you here to stay or to eat?"

"How much does it cost for a long-term stay?"

"A normal room is 10 Oren per day, but the bed is stuffed with straw. For a cotton bed, it's 20 Oren a day. If it's a velvet bed, then it's 30 Oren a day. For a long-term stay, it depends on how long you plan to stay." The woman held a basin in one hand and a rag in the other, wiping the table.

"If possible, I'll be staying here for several years." Mel Carlo didn't intend to haggle further; he needed a baseline price. He was a stable customer.

"Then we'll count it as a normal room. I'll charge you 100 Oren per month. Other rooms will be double the daily rate. If you plan to stay for several years, we can consider it a rental. You can pay only 1000 Oren per year, but it needs to be paid upfront. If you can't, then it will be a monthly rent of 1200 Oren per year." The woman sized up Mel Carlo, thinking that such a young child renting a room must have an adult with him.

"Okay, I'll rent a normal room for one month first." Mel Carlo didn't continue the conversation. This was 2/3 cheaper than paying day by day.

He had looked at the surrounding inns, and they were all pretty much the same. It was just that this one looked cleaner and tidier, which was why he chose it.

Next, he needed to figure out how to earn money to pay the rent. He didn't need to worry about food. Calculated by the day, it felt quite cheap. But if calculated by the year, suddenly coming up with such a large sum was truly impossible right now.

If he hadn't given the money to Freli as agreed before, he would have at least 1500 Oren on him now, meaning he wouldn't have to worry about rent for a whole year.

But a promise was a promise. That matter was his oversight; he couldn't blame anyone else. People always had to bear the consequences of their choices.

However, Mr. Freli was truly an excellent businessman. Why were such people unable to sell their goods?

"As for rooms, there are vacancies on the first and second floors. Would you like to see them?"

"Yes, please show me."

Without carefully examining the rooms on the first and second floors, I still chose a room on the second floor. Although the second floor had wooden floors, making it unsuitable for jumping, if the weather was humid, the first floor would likely be very damp.

"This room it is," Mel stopped in a room on the second floor and took out the last silver coin he had to pay the rent.

Fortunately, I had asked about long-term stays in advance. Otherwise, 100 Oren would only be enough for me to stay for 10 days. Since I had become an adventurer, I could try taking on quests to earn some rewards.

After a day of exhaustion, my body completely refused to move; I just wanted to lie on the bed and rest.

"Alright, then this one. I'll bring you the bedding in a bit."

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